<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518344393754635334</id><updated>2011-07-07T22:01:54.417-07:00</updated><category term='Drool'/><category term='Holidays/Celebrate'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Reading/Books'/><category term='Norway'/><category term='Bangladesh'/><category term='Scribbles'/><category term='Dapelo kids'/><category term='Hiking'/><category term='Outdoors'/><category term='Favorites'/><category term='Cooking/Baking'/><category term='Etsy'/><title type='text'>Saturday Scribbles</title><subtitle type='html'>kjærlighet er skjønnheten av sjelen: love is the beauty of the soul</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518344393754635334/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Esther Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SiLZZi0X8QI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IlK1OVsSCOY/S220/profile+image.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518344393754635334.post-1133690713139353529</id><published>2010-07-06T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T20:32:28.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I HAVE MOVED TO ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://nannyhood.blog.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(all previous blogs are transfered.) such an easy process too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3518344393754635334-1133690713139353529?l=saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/1133690713139353529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518344393754635334&amp;postID=1133690713139353529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518344393754635334/posts/default/1133690713139353529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518344393754635334/posts/default/1133690713139353529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-have-moved-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Esther Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SiLZZi0X8QI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IlK1OVsSCOY/S220/profile+image.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518344393754635334.post-6323797073592875356</id><published>2010-05-29T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T00:25:13.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scribbles #6 - Revive Our Hearts</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I just discovered Revive Our Hearts (&lt;a href="http://www.reviveourhearts.com"&gt;www.reviveourhearts.com&lt;/a&gt;) led by Nancy DeMoss and team. As a woman I find it empowering living in the USA. There are countless opportunities for education, career, advancement, hobbies, etc… We are challenged to be whatever we desire, to explore, learn, be challenged, challenge others, teach, grow. We are given freedom to develop and hone our identities and personalities. Independence is admired along with taking part in growing responsibilities to our society, ourselves, our families. It is truly a privilege to live here. Being a Christian woman in the USA I find has a unique set of blessings and struggles. I fight to comprehend the balance between being a woman of dependence and responsibility. We must though, carefully and with much consideration, choose how, why, who and what we are become dependent on. Not everyone is safe to be dependent upon, but we must not under any circumstance sacrifice dependence for a life of complete independence. Complete independence leads to a life of pure loneliness, dividing self from the world and ripping away the opportunities to minister and be ministered to. Learning to be completely dependent on God and dependent on others without sacrificing or becoming lax in being responsible and proactive is a constant effort. When I ran across Revive Our Hearts I was struck with a sense that here is a fresh breeze for the Christian woman. Here is a place where I can sit beside still waters and feel the wind rush over my sore muscles. It is encouraging, nourishing, uplifting and promotes growth through the abundance of thought-provoking challenges. A challenge to be a woman, strong and feminine, as God intended. We are called to a challenging life as women. I strive to discover what that means. I look forward to learning from Nancy DeMoss and her team.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;While I was on Revive Our Hearts website I was offered (as a blog writer) a copy of Nancy DeMoss’ latest book “Voices of the True Woman Movement” in exchange for blogging my thoughts about it. I’m sure I will have plenty to say about it as I start reading it. I received it in the mail today and I am sooo excited about starting it this weekend. I’m sure by Saturday I will be itching to write something.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 40px 20px 0px; display: inline" align="left" src="http://www.bookschristian.com/images/products/9780802412867.jpg" width="149" height="220" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Here are my first impressions….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="right"&gt;I’m so excited it’s here!&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="right"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="right"&gt;Love the cover ~ it’s user friendly, attractive non-burn-holes-in-my-eyes yellow. Love the raised title. It’s a little bigger than I normally like my books but it’s nice that it is thinner. Doesn’t seem as overwhelming to read. Especially to someone who always seems like there are a dozen books on my shelf that I need to get to.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="right"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="right"&gt;I am so excited that some of the contributors are John Piper, Mary Kassian, Joni Eareckson Tada, and Janet Parshall. Great job to the team for putting that on the front. For someone who is not familiar with Nancy DeMoss, (myself until I called up a respected good bible believing/teaching older woman in my life to make sure her teachings are respect worthy) it gives the browser a chance for familiarity to see a name that they might recognize and trust promoting and being a part of it.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="right"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="right"&gt;I like the title but I’m a little taken aback by the “true woman” part of it. I feel like we are all true women, if we are women. I don’t feel like you can become more of a true woman, in the same way I don’t think you can become more saved. It’s a status that we either are or we aren’t, not really a grey area. I would have liked to see this worded a little better. For the woman who is a little iffy about what this book says about women, I feel like it implies that you can be a false woman or be part of a false woman movement if you haven’t joined the true woman movement (namely I assume the one that is starting from the organization Revive Our Hearts). I want to be clear that I don’t think that this is what they intended for the title to imply, at least I hope it’s not. I just wish that if it’s not they would have reworded it. If it is…. well I hope people don’t get bored of reading long blogs, because I’m sure I’ll have a lot more to say on that subject. &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="right"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="right"&gt;Woo-hoo, I can’t wait to read it. Bummer!! It’s 11:53pm and I have to get up for church tomorrow. I’m totally bummed that I can’t start reading it now.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" src="http://ny-image2.etsy.com/il_430xN.113647630.jpg" width="162" height="159" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;(Etsy Find ~ Birch Bark Heart Ornament by woofbark ~ $7.95 USD)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3518344393754635334-6323797073592875356?l=saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/6323797073592875356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518344393754635334&amp;postID=6323797073592875356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518344393754635334/posts/default/6323797073592875356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518344393754635334/posts/default/6323797073592875356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com/2010/05/scribbles-6-revive-our-hearts.html' title='Scribbles #6 - Revive Our Hearts'/><author><name>Esther Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SiLZZi0X8QI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IlK1OVsSCOY/S220/profile+image.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518344393754635334.post-220870451310518053</id><published>2010-05-24T18:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T18:28:04.999-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drool'/><title type='text'>Drool #2 Bodum Double-Walled Insulated Glassware</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Kristen ITC"&gt;Bodum air double wall glasses that breathe. What more can I possibly say about these… ALOT! They are amazing. They hold heat in so that you don’t burn your hands when holding steaming hot liquid and keep the ice cold lemonade chilly, and they are incredibly light. Dishwasher/microwave safe and resistant to scratching. I heart these babys like you can’t even imagine. Well worth the price tag and versatile in any entertainment setting.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/S_sm_ZXbLqI/AAAAAAAAAT4/JjK8-I5DNjA/s1600-h/bodumGlass%5B10%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: 0px" title="bodumGlass" border="0" alt="bodumGlass" align="left" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/S_sm_xzq6mI/AAAAAAAAAT8/O7bOdR2nLf8/bodumGlass_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="191" height="191" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Kristen ITC"&gt;They are insulated and double walled, handmade and mouth-blown, and come in six different sizes ranging from an iced tea glass (21 oz.) down to a 2oz. espresso / shot glass. Prices range from $11.95-$39.95 on the &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bodumusa.com/shop/line.asp?MD=1&amp;amp;GID=30&amp;amp;LID=489&amp;amp;CHK=&amp;amp;SLT=&amp;amp;mscssid=BGQXD092TDUT8LJ4CHN0JE688J6CCWA4#other_products"&gt;&lt;font face="Kristen ITC"&gt;Bodum website&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="Kristen ITC"&gt;, for a set of two glasses.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Kristen ITC"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Kristen ITC"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Kristen ITC"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Kristen ITC"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Kristen ITC"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/S_snAEbyVcI/AAAAAAAAAUA/HW02QPfj2EU/s1600-h/espressoconpanna%5B15%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; 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 &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Kristen ITC"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Kristen ITC"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Kristen ITC"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Kristen ITC"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Kristen ITC"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Kristen ITC"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Kristen ITC"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Kristen ITC"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Kristen ITC"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Kristen ITC"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Kristen ITC"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Kristen ITC"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Kristen ITC"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Kristen ITC"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Kristen ITC"&gt;&lt;font face="Kristen ITC"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Kristen ITC"&gt;&lt;font face="Kristen ITC"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Kristen ITC"&gt;&lt;font face="Kristen ITC"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Kristen ITC"&gt;&lt;font face="Kristen ITC"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Kristen ITC"&gt;&lt;font face="Kristen ITC"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Kristen ITC"&gt;&lt;font face="Kristen ITC"&gt;The functionality matches the taste of any drink you serve with ease and grace.&lt;/font&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/S_snBWi08rI/AAAAAAAAAUM/witRzXIU5QU/s1600-h/espressoconpanna%5B30%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: 0px" title="espressoconpanna" border="0" alt="espressoconpanna" align="left" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/S_snB1G8bPI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/dS7feMPt8wc/espressoconpanna_thumb%5B20%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="141" height="193" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;(Left) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Kristen ITC"&gt;Seriously a drink this good looking has to have a glass that is equally as attractive.&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3518344393754635334-220870451310518053?l=saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/220870451310518053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518344393754635334&amp;postID=220870451310518053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518344393754635334/posts/default/220870451310518053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518344393754635334/posts/default/220870451310518053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com/2010/05/drool-2-bodum-double-walled-insulated.html' title='Drool #2 Bodum Double-Walled Insulated Glassware'/><author><name>Esther Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SiLZZi0X8QI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IlK1OVsSCOY/S220/profile+image.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/S_sm_xzq6mI/AAAAAAAAAT8/O7bOdR2nLf8/s72-c/bodumGlass_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518344393754635334.post-822351854104077847</id><published>2010-05-22T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T22:44:24.002-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Etsy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drool'/><title type='text'>Scribbles #5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If there were no heaven or afterlife what would my life look like? Would  I still be as motivated to love God and love people? Would I still be  as motivated to share the message that He loves them more then we could  ever understand. Don't get me wrong, I totally and completely believe in  the afterlife, in heaven and hell. But I know that God could have  created just this life and nothing more. It is beautiful that he desires  eternity with me and I look forward so much to it. But most of the time  I have this underlying feeling that I am waiting for life to begin.  Waiting to die that I might truly live. There is no doubt in my mind  that I will enjoy heaven more than I will enjoy earth. I know that God  has created me for his purposes here on earth and it brings me great joy  when I see people's lives change when they realize that God loves them  passionately loves them and desires a personal relationship with them. It gives me great joy to feel his love and see his love for me manifesting in me and around me. He is the greatest of my friends, my wisest counselor and the most tender of comforters. My purpose is to love him, to seek his face and to listen to his voice when He speaks to me. That is my reason for living, but I suspect that I would live and love more passionately each day knowing that I only had 100 years tops to spend with him. I know this for sure, that I would still have a growing desire to tell people about Him. When Christ died for me and you, he not only saved us from damnation he saved us for this life, for friendship and a love affair that leaves me breathless and filled with peace. Being at peace with God and forgiven of our sins is for today as much as it is for eternity. Eternity is a gift, we never have to be separated from God again. This week I am going to strive to live as if this time was all I had to love him and spend time with him. He is my desire and my delight. The wind in my sails and the trail beneath my feet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ny-image3.etsy.com/il_430xN.135484815.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" src="http://ny-image3.etsy.com/il_430xN.135484815.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Etsy find "Heart Worn Necklace" by TheHeartShop $19)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3518344393754635334-822351854104077847?l=saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/822351854104077847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518344393754635334&amp;postID=822351854104077847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518344393754635334/posts/default/822351854104077847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518344393754635334/posts/default/822351854104077847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com/2010/05/scribbles-5_22.html' title='Scribbles #5'/><author><name>Esther Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SiLZZi0X8QI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IlK1OVsSCOY/S220/profile+image.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518344393754635334.post-5910605886148914070</id><published>2010-05-15T13:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T13:04:49.076-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scribbles'/><title type='text'>Scribbles #4</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Kristen ITC"&gt;&amp;quot;A person will worship something, have no doubt about that. We may think our tribute is paid in secret in the dark recesses of our hearts, but it will come out. That which dominates our imaginations and our thoughts will determine our lives, and our character. Therefore, it behooves us to be careful what we worship, for what we are worshipping we are becoming.&amp;quot; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;font face="Kristen ITC"&gt;~ Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Kristen ITC"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3518344393754635334-5910605886148914070?l=saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/5910605886148914070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518344393754635334&amp;postID=5910605886148914070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518344393754635334/posts/default/5910605886148914070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518344393754635334/posts/default/5910605886148914070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com/2010/05/scribbles-4.html' title='Scribbles #4'/><author><name>Esther Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SiLZZi0X8QI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IlK1OVsSCOY/S220/profile+image.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518344393754635334.post-1143626658381078299</id><published>2010-05-14T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T13:07:46.584-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Norway'/><title type='text'>Drool #1 .Tokheim Pottery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Kristen ITC"&gt;Tokheim Pottery... total drool. I love the ancient norse that beckons a remembrance of a way of life so different then todays. Tokheim Pottery is beautiful and inspired by old Norwegian wood carvings and folk art.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/S-5A7uI3i7I/AAAAAAAAAR8/uZquqIxcxYo/s1600-h/prodimage_332%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="prodimage_332" border="0" alt="prodimage_332" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/S-5A8DAM72I/AAAAAAAAASA/1-I4pJ6IiiM/prodimage_332_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="160" height="151" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/S-5A8pla-II/AAAAAAAAASE/3vctXxuCK6U/s1600-h/prodimage_972%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="prodimage_972" border="0" alt="prodimage_972" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/S-5A9KqU4TI/AAAAAAAAASI/qZPY1ZiDOqA/prodimage_972_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="144" height="148" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/S-5A94qqLwI/AAAAAAAAASM/MBKB0aLfQXU/s1600-h/prodimage_1887%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="prodimage_1887" border="0" alt="prodimage_1887" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/S-5A-aZSN7I/AAAAAAAAASQ/sBT3aBme3dI/prodimage_1887_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="178" height="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/S-5A_OHZVQI/AAAAAAAAASU/75-MVE_wv14/s1600-h/prodimage_1889%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="prodimage_1889" border="0" alt="prodimage_1889" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/S-5A_v-ygaI/AAAAAAAAASY/XgT16W8LBJ4/prodimage_1889_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="123" height="94" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/S-5BAG0A0rI/AAAAAAAAASc/9GU4O4SKKvA/s1600-h/prodimage_2080%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="prodimage_2080" border="0" alt="prodimage_2080" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/S-5BAlM7j3I/AAAAAAAAASg/N57pj4Csg5w/prodimage_2080_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="133" height="97" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/S-5BBXZlfLI/AAAAAAAAASk/WQWNBA5dsDo/s1600-h/prodimage_3249%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="prodimage_3249" border="0" alt="prodimage_3249" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/S-5BB_4Ws3I/AAAAAAAAASo/1Vn5lDiisjU/prodimage_3249_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="93" height="137" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/S-5BChVvESI/AAAAAAAAASs/1xqDCm89c9w/s1600-h/prodimage_3894%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="prodimage_3894" border="0" alt="prodimage_3894" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/S-5BDC6PSJI/AAAAAAAAASw/KGz_VbM8_z0/prodimage_3894_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="124" height="97" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Kristen ITC"&gt;Last but my absolute favorite… Tokheim Wedding Bowls. I don’t see why they have to be for a wedding only though. Stunning stoneware bowls featuring the verse “Many waters cannot quench love.” It is decorated with soft, natural blue rosemaling.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/S-5BDl0h3ZI/AAAAAAAAAS0/4uBSvsQoQfQ/s1600-h/prodimage_1426%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="prodimage_1426" border="0" alt="prodimage_1426" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/S-5BERq8_rI/AAAAAAAAAS4/4Og2pZVUXNw/prodimage_1426_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="183" /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;Items can be purchased at &lt;a href="http://www.ingebretsens.com/"&gt;Ingebretsens&lt;/a&gt;. (Photos taken from the Ingebretsen website)&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Kristen ITC"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3518344393754635334-1143626658381078299?l=saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/1143626658381078299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518344393754635334&amp;postID=1143626658381078299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518344393754635334/posts/default/1143626658381078299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518344393754635334/posts/default/1143626658381078299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com/2010/05/drool-1-tokheim-pottery.html' title='Drool #1 .Tokheim Pottery'/><author><name>Esther Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SiLZZi0X8QI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IlK1OVsSCOY/S220/profile+image.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/S-5A8DAM72I/AAAAAAAAASA/1-I4pJ6IiiM/s72-c/prodimage_332_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518344393754635334.post-8015953397025612969</id><published>2010-05-11T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T12:03:17.621-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reading/Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking/Baking'/><title type='text'>this takes the cake…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;The women in my family are so creative, my mom and many of my aunts are excellent cake bakers and decorators. They have made each other's wedding cakes along with one's for my two sister's and a few of my friend's. Truly amazing! I have been so inspired by them and one day hope to be able to be as talented. I have only taken one class on cake decorating, so I've pretty much got the crumb layer down! So I've been re-inspired after attending my sister's wedding in November and seeing the beautiful masterpiece my aunt put together. Then my mom gave me two books that I'm totally thrilled about, and just waiting for the day to be able to use some of the ideas. One is a cookie decorating book, the other is The Whimsicle Bakehouse by Kaye Hansen and Meredith Vieira. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/S-7v5wO4ouI/AAAAAAAAAS8/C15ccMxMR9w/s1600-h/whimsical%20bakehouse%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: 0px" title="whimsical bakehouse" border="0" alt="whimsical bakehouse" align="left" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/S-m20bsIkxI/AAAAAAAAATA/HUlfIBzqG4w/whimsical%20bakehouse_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="138" height="181" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;This barn is super cute! Okay I need a kid to have a birthday soon!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/S-m21KshusI/AAAAAAAAATE/3MN4m1pv3XE/s1600-h/IMG_6672%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="IMG_6672" border="0" alt="IMG_6672" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/S-m21m_3s7I/AAAAAAAAATI/OTpj7FQp5AQ/IMG_6672_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="179" height="136" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/S-m26hgKKDI/AAAAAAAAATU/MPJxtV7BNls/s1600-h/nybgbarn2%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="nybgbarn2" border="0" alt="nybgbarn2" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/S-m27DzE6NI/AAAAAAAAATY/8x7yHpYuyLE/nybgbarn2_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="170" height="140" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/S-m279_tXJI/AAAAAAAAATg/ZbkSJhgm6k8/s1600-h/jungle-cake-05%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: 0px" title="jungle-cake-05" border="0" alt="jungle-cake-05" align="right" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/S-m28uwp5cI/AAAAAAAAATk/YdEz0eUQDZ8/jungle-cake-05_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="120" height="166" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;As soon as I saw this in the book, I thought wow this looks totally complicated and hard… wrong!! SO easy, the animals/trees/clouds are just melted chocolate poured onto parchment paper with a traced design on it. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;All in all, a great book to drool over!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3518344393754635334-8015953397025612969?l=saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/8015953397025612969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518344393754635334&amp;postID=8015953397025612969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518344393754635334/posts/default/8015953397025612969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518344393754635334/posts/default/8015953397025612969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-takes-cake.html' title='this takes the cake…'/><author><name>Esther Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SiLZZi0X8QI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IlK1OVsSCOY/S220/profile+image.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/S-m20bsIkxI/AAAAAAAAATA/HUlfIBzqG4w/s72-c/whimsical%20bakehouse_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518344393754635334.post-3875418383905997711</id><published>2009-09-06T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T01:37:03.815-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dapelo kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays/Celebrate'/><title type='text'>An Evening of Fireworks… Finally!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tonight we finally got to watch Watseka’s fourth of July fireworks. Fourth of July this year brought lots of rain so they had postponed the fireworks until a later date. I can’t believe we had them in September! We had tons of fun though. The church (Faith Lutheran) sold popcorn, soda and glow sticks and people brought there lawn chairs out on the church grass and watched them. Jacob and Lily both found friends pretty fast to run around with and chase bugs or each other with glow sticks. All in all a great night, here are a few pictures of it…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SqTC09AHWrI/AAAAAAAAAP8/jRkVAeNGqHA/s1600-h/IMG_2581%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_2581" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="288" alt="IMG_2581" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SqTC1VO4r0I/AAAAAAAAAQA/20GS9AJ6dZ4/IMG_2581_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Sisters&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SqTC2oEh-gI/AAAAAAAAAQE/SyWVZn-SM14/s1600-h/IMG_2608%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_2608" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="185" alt="IMG_2608" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SqTC2-SELlI/AAAAAAAAAQI/yRrd1rD0hVk/IMG_2608_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="146" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_2591" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="187" alt="IMG_2591" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SqTC3TCkARI/AAAAAAAAAQM/jdUOUSQAqyc/IMG_2591_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="243" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Lily braved it very well while clinging to her friend Alaina’s hand, two very brave four year olds.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SqTC30wwD8I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Fd7I6YS6cj8/s1600-h/IMG_2596%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_2596" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="185" alt="IMG_2596" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SqTC4gpt_LI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/vlLLYfea1H4/IMG_2596_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="229" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SqTC5DfPs3I/AAAAAAAAARA/c0j40axBMqo/s1600-h/IMG_2605%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_2605" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="190" alt="IMG_2605" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SqTC5pTpV8I/AAAAAAAAARI/5VSz41_3Osc/IMG_2605_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="153" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt; Joe &amp;amp; Hannah watching them, she absolutely loved them and wasn’t bothered by the noise at all, lots of pointing and smiling. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SqTC6QSyXKI/AAAAAAAAAQg/A0y6IrqO1yE/s1600-h/IMG_2602%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_2602" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="250" alt="IMG_2602" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SqTC6kdMmOI/AAAAAAAAAQk/dqyP8tEDVfE/IMG_2602_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="192" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SqTC7O6iitI/AAAAAAAAAQo/JvG3AnZ0Lwo/s1600-h/IMG_2618%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_2618" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="242" alt="IMG_2618" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SqTC7lSP_TI/AAAAAAAAAQw/8GImmYH3bwA/IMG_2618_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Jacob did great the second half of them. Before they started he told me that he was going to hide underneath me during the “big booms”. When they first he crawled under a blanket to hide on Mary’s lap when I wouldn’t let him hide under my shirt. Then was content with just sitting there when he got used to the noise.&amp;#160; Such a fun night for all of us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3518344393754635334-3875418383905997711?l=saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/3875418383905997711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518344393754635334&amp;postID=3875418383905997711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518344393754635334/posts/default/3875418383905997711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518344393754635334/posts/default/3875418383905997711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com/2009/09/evening-of-fireworks-finally.html' title='An Evening of Fireworks… Finally!'/><author><name>Esther Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SiLZZi0X8QI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IlK1OVsSCOY/S220/profile+image.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SqTC1VO4r0I/AAAAAAAAAQA/20GS9AJ6dZ4/s72-c/IMG_2581_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518344393754635334.post-2634257023998328633</id><published>2009-09-06T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T01:37:14.603-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays/Celebrate'/><title type='text'>Fighting Procrastination</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Today is the day that we are challenged to fight that urge to put off until tomorrow what we really should do. I struggle with procrastination, I always have. In high school and college I would wait until the night before a paper or a project was due before working on it. I’m surprised my parents are still sane, I’m sure it drove them crazy. It drove me crazy! To this day my dad calls my last minute frantic work “pulling a rabbit out of a hat”, and I can attest that some of those papers were only completed with the help of God. But after succeeding &lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;failing so many times I decided that enough was enough. This is not a trait I would pass down to my children and thus started the battle against procrastination. I’m still horrible at it, and often I find myself putting off the fight of procrastination to another day when I don’t have as much to do. But perseverance is what kills any two headed monster under the bed so I persist… and persist… and persist. So here’s my list. Luckily tomorrow is Labor Day, Mary &amp;amp; Joe are home and I WILL get through this list. One task at a time…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Things I’ve Procrastinated On…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Clean &amp;amp; Organize Room &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Sort &amp;amp; Organize kid’s toys &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Clean Jacob’s Room &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Scrapbook at least 1 page &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Write Letters &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The first key to fighting procrastination or really any habit is persistence. Persistence breaks negative habits as well as builds positive ones. Second, getting stuff done that I’ve been putting off is only half the battle. The other half and just as important is taking steps to work on projects/tasks that don’t have to get done right away… preventing procrastination. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Preventing Procrastination&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Sort through &amp;amp; Organize Library Books &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Work on 1 Christmas Project &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Journal 1st Day of 365 BOM Journal &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Plan my next backpacking trip &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Call the Girls &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Here are five ways of fighting procrastination…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Write it down. This is one of the simplest and quickest things to do. Sit down and make a list of what you need to get done. But keep it to a manageable amount so that you don’t feel overwhelmed by everything that has to get done. Pick 5 things and write them down and resist the urge to keep adding to the list&amp;#160; (you can write them down on a separate sheet of paper and store it out of sight until you complete the five on your Task List) &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Identify the the which task that you procrastinate WORST on and begin with completing this task first. Get it out of the way first thing in the morning so that it doesn’t loom over your head. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Break the task down into smaller steps and take one step at a time. Be realistic with your steps and do not make them so large that they are looming over you constantly and are a reason to continue the habit of procrastination. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Commit 15 minutes a day to completing the task if it is a larger task or project that requires more time to commit, a project versus a phone call. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Reward yourself when you complete a task. &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;I continually have to remember that there is never enough time during the day to get everything done, and when/if I finally get time to myself the temptation to sit down and veg out will always be there so I must prepare for it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3518344393754635334-2634257023998328633?l=saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/2634257023998328633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518344393754635334&amp;postID=2634257023998328633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518344393754635334/posts/default/2634257023998328633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518344393754635334/posts/default/2634257023998328633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com/2009/09/fighting-procrastination.html' title='Fighting Procrastination'/><author><name>Esther Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SiLZZi0X8QI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IlK1OVsSCOY/S220/profile+image.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518344393754635334.post-2595908588021344869</id><published>2009-09-02T07:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T07:43:07.547-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dapelo kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays/Celebrate'/><title type='text'>September’s Rhythm</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I can’t believe summer is at it’s end. Really this has to be the fastest summer I’ve ever experienced. September is going to be such a full month that I’m sure it will be gone before I know it. Lily started preschool today at Calvary Lutheran, she looked so cute all dressed up for her first day. Jacob was a little put out that he isn’t going to school so I’m in the process of converting one of the desks in the office into a schoolroom area for him, a fun project for sure. Virginia Garrett one of my dearest friends and cousin is starting her freshman year at Concordia University in Milwaukee which is only 3 hours away!!! I’m hoping to make it up there on weekends as often as possible!! I’m also going to be flying out to Seattle this month to visit my best friend Nicole and her hubby Jeff. And Hannah is turning one years old!!! Can you believe it, really this tiny little baby goddaughter of mine is no longer a baby…. toddlerhood here she comes! This is truly going to be a memorable month and a busy one, but I’m really looking forward to it. Certainly going to be a lot to share with everyone. I know Mary posted some pictures of the kids that Ruthie took (&lt;a href="http://dapelofamily.blogspot.com"&gt;http://dapelofamily.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;) but here are some more, they are just so adorable and are getting so big I thought I’d share them…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" height="243" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_i_7d6SNTxIA/SpRwuMfm0XI/AAAAAAAAD_k/zXK5-19GSW4/s912/IMG_5893.JPG" width="356" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="168" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_i_7d6SNTxIA/SpRwoZfVyhI/AAAAAAAAEAc/-rNd08S2ON8/s640/IMG_5928.JPG" width="119" /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;img height="168" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_i_7d6SNTxIA/SpRwqSx2KiI/AAAAAAAAEAs/j-8z3WckI1M/s912/IMG_5914.JPG" width="244" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" height="172" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_i_7d6SNTxIA/SpRwumWS6KI/AAAAAAAAD_s/2xrEoVYArfc/s912/IMG_6137.JPG" width="254" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Day Celebrations&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;6 Fight Procrastination Day&amp;#160; &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;7 Labor Day &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;8 National Date Nut Bread Day &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;8 World Physical Therapy Day &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;10 Swap Ideas Day &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;11 Patriot Day &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;12 Naional Pet Memorial Day &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;13 Grandparents Day &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;17 Citizenship Day &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;18 National Play-doh Day &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;19 Rosh Hashanah (Feast of Trumpets) &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;21 International Banana Festival &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;21 Feast of Gedaliah &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;22 Autumnal Equinox &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;22 Dear Diary Day &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;22 Dad's Birthday &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;26 National Good Neighbor Day &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;28 Yom Kippur (Day of Atonement) &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;30 National Women's Health and Fitness Day &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Month Celebrations &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;World Leukemia/Lymphoma Awareness Month &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Self-improvement Month &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;National Piano Month &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;College Savings Month &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;National Preparedness Month &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;National Rice Month &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3518344393754635334-2595908588021344869?l=saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/2595908588021344869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518344393754635334&amp;postID=2595908588021344869' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518344393754635334/posts/default/2595908588021344869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518344393754635334/posts/default/2595908588021344869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com/2009/09/septembers-rhythm.html' title='September’s Rhythm'/><author><name>Esther Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SiLZZi0X8QI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IlK1OVsSCOY/S220/profile+image.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_i_7d6SNTxIA/SpRwuMfm0XI/AAAAAAAAD_k/zXK5-19GSW4/s72-c/IMG_5893.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518344393754635334.post-2241708236090309919</id><published>2009-08-23T13:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T12:22:11.998-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reading/Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dapelo kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outdoors'/><title type='text'>National Outdoor Book Awards (NOBA) 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The NOBA awards have become my field of wildflowers. When I cannot do, I read. I have never really taken advantage of the library system. The last couple of months though it seems that I go to the library probably twice a week. Watseka Public Library has an excellent summer reading program once a week for preschool age kids that Lily and Jacob love. I’ve filled my evenings with reading both to the kids and for myself. It has been marvelous, sitting down with a cup of tea and a good book. I have indulged my heart with great devotionals, works of fiction and of course the dreaming and scheming of the next trail or park I’m going to take myself to and saturate my spirit with the beauty all around. The National Outdoor Book Awards or commonly known as NOBA’s each year feed my frenzy for the outdoors. I’m working my way through last years books and am so excited (bolded are ones I’m planning to read). Here are the books from 2008…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Natural History Literature Category - &lt;em&gt;The American Chestnut: The Life, Death, and Rebirth of a Perfect Tree.&lt;/em&gt; By Susan Freinkel &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Outdoor Literature Category - &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Forget Me Not: A Memoir&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; By Jennifer Lowe-Anker. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;History/Biography Category      &lt;ul&gt;       &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grand Obsession: Harvey Butchart and the Exploration of the Grand Canyon&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; By Elias Butler and Tom Myers. &lt;/li&gt;        &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fallen Giants: A History of Himalayan Mountaineering from the Age of Empire to the Age of Extremes&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; By Maurice Isserman and Stewart Weaver. &lt;/li&gt;     &lt;/ul&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Classic Category      &lt;ul&gt;       &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Through the Grand Canyon to Mexico&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; By Ellsworth L. Kolb. &lt;/li&gt;        &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Pacific Crest Trail&lt;/strong&gt; (Series, 3 volumes) &lt;/li&gt;     &lt;/ul&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Children’s Category - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Pole&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; By Eric Walters. Puffin Canada/Penguin Group,Toronto &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Nature &amp;amp; Environment Category      &lt;ul&gt;       &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Last Polar Bear: Facing the Truth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;of a Warming World.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Photographs by Steven Kazlowski. &lt;/li&gt;        &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Great Lakes: The Natural History of a Changing Region.&lt;/em&gt; By Wayne Grady. &lt;/li&gt;     &lt;/ul&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Design/Artistic Merit Category      &lt;ul&gt;       &lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Surfboards&lt;/i&gt; by Guy Motil. &lt;/li&gt;        &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bruce Aiken's Grand Canyon: An Intimate Affair.&lt;/em&gt; Paintings by Bruce Aiken. Text by Susan Hallsten McGarry &lt;/li&gt;        &lt;li&gt;Honorable Mention - &lt;em&gt;Soul of the Heights: 50 Years Going to the Mountains.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Photographs and text by Ed Cooper &lt;/li&gt;     &lt;/ul&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Nature Guidebook Category      &lt;ul&gt;       &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Birds of Peru.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;By Tomas S. Schulenberg, Douglas F. Stotz, Daniel F. Lane, John P. O'Neill, and Theodore A. Parker III. &lt;/li&gt;     &lt;/ul&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Outdoor Adventure Guidebook Category - &lt;em&gt;Florida Keys Paddling Atlas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;By Bill and Mary Burnham. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Instructional Category      &lt;ul&gt;       &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Road Bike Maintenance. &lt;/em&gt;By Guy Andrews. &lt;/li&gt;        &lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whitewater Kayaking: The Ultimate Guide.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; By Ken Whiting and Kevin Varette. &lt;/li&gt;     &lt;/ul&gt;   &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* Full List and details can be found at &lt;a href="http://www.noba-web.org/"&gt;http://www.noba-web.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3518344393754635334-2241708236090309919?l=saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/2241708236090309919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518344393754635334&amp;postID=2241708236090309919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518344393754635334/posts/default/2241708236090309919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518344393754635334/posts/default/2241708236090309919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com/2009/08/national-outdoor-book-awards-noba-2008.html' title='National Outdoor Book Awards (NOBA) 2008'/><author><name>Esther Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SiLZZi0X8QI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IlK1OVsSCOY/S220/profile+image.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518344393754635334.post-8183100895506138770</id><published>2009-08-19T12:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T12:24:59.988-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dapelo kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays/Celebrate'/><title type='text'>For the Records</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Since I actually want to keep track of each month’s holidays that way i can celebrate them year after year, I’m still posting this months. Although half over, it’s always better late then never right… I got to celebrate many of them, just never seemed to find the time to blog about them. I’ve been super busy potty training Jacob AND Hannah. Little Miss Hannah decided that she wants to be potty trained at the age of 11 months! Her older sister Lily was potty trained by a 1 1/2 and it looks like Hannah wasn’t about to let her sister beat her on this one. They both absolutely LOVE the potty that my mom bought for them when she was out visiting for a couple of weeks. It sings any time anything lands in the bowl… instant reward and it’s been working like a charm. I’ve really had to encourage Jacob with rewards but i think we’ve finally found a system that works. If he sits on the potty he get’s one little smarty, if he goes in the potty then he gets a nickel for his nickel jar and a sticker for his potty chart. I found the cutest little potty chart for him. Free downloads a for behavior charts can be found at &lt;a href="http://www.freeprintablebehaviorcharts.com/"&gt;http://www.freeprintablebehaviorcharts.com/&lt;/a&gt; My two favorite are the policeman and froggy ones at the bottom of the potty training page &lt;a href="http://www.freeprintablebehaviorcharts.com/toilettrainingcharts.htm"&gt;http://www.freeprintablebehaviorcharts.com/toilettrainingcharts.htm&lt;/a&gt;. They are perfect for little tykes who don’t really understand the concept of the days of the week. This is so much better then normal charts where they get new stickers for each day of the week. Every time he is able to go in the potty he helps the froggy (the one he chose) jump closer to the lily pad. This gives them a goal to getting stickers and it carries on from day to day that way they don’t feel like a failure if they don’t get any stickers for the day. I loved the Holy Spirit conference and I have so much I can write about it, I don’t know where to possibly begin (so I'll leave it for now, I might get to it later ~ no promises though) :D Peace for now…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;AUGUST CALENDAR &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;1 Friendship Day &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;1 National Rasberry Cream Pie Day &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;2 Sister's Day &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;3 National Watermelon Day &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;4 National Chocolate Chip Day &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;6 Ruthie's Birthday &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;7 Purple Heart Day &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;8 The Day to Create &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;11 Mom's Birthday &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;12 Middle Child's Day &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;14 Koolaide Day &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;15 National Lemon Meringue Pie Day &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;15 Bangladesh's National Mourning Day &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;18 Cupcake Day &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;19 Aviation Day &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;19 Birth of Norway's Crown Princess Mette Marit &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;24 National Waffle Day &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;30 National Toasted Marshmallow Day &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;31 National Trail Mix Day &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Simply Your Life Week (1-7) &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Waffle Week (31-9/6) &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Peer Gynt Festival &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;The Hamsun Festival &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Telemark Folk Festival &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Oslo Jazz Festival &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3518344393754635334-8183100895506138770?l=saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/8183100895506138770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518344393754635334&amp;postID=8183100895506138770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518344393754635334/posts/default/8183100895506138770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518344393754635334/posts/default/8183100895506138770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com/2009/08/for-records.html' title='For the Records'/><author><name>Esther Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SiLZZi0X8QI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IlK1OVsSCOY/S220/profile+image.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518344393754635334.post-5758731858956912116</id><published>2009-07-12T20:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T18:57:06.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scribbles #3 ~ Coffee Shop Thoughts</title><content type='html'>I think that coffee shops are the perfect environment for me to read. It’s busy and noisy enough to keep me from getting bored but quiet enough for me to sit down without distractions and read a good book or ponder a thought. Here is something that has been rattling around in me lately…&lt;br /&gt;I long to be found in His nearness because He longs to be found by me. Does God ever take away his nearness on account of our sin? Or is it perhaps that when we sin that very nearness awakens the pain of wounding the heart of God with our lack of trust or rebellious attitudes. I think that sometimes my mind and heart would rather accept the concept of being distanced for a time then to accept his nearness during these moments of failure. But how has this and does this affect my understanding and knowledge of God? Would I really rather prefer to believe in a God of my own construction to save myself the feelings of Spirit inspired shame when I am confronted with the consequences of my weakness and failure? Does a God who is unconditional in his love and continual sacrificial offering of Himself terrify me so? Have I traded a God of absolute faithfulness to spare myself the effort to obey him no matter what the cost, knowing that failure is bound to happen occasionally and shame is bound to overwhelm my heart at times when it is appropriate for the Spirit’s pruning and development of my character? And instead of my effort to “save” my emotions from the pain of knowing my actions have wounded my Beloved, it has condemned me to a shallowness in my affection of the Maker of my being, the Designer of my heart. &lt;br /&gt;Why have I hidden myself from Him? For I’m beginning to see that I have hidden my heart away from the divine designer who created it in the first place, instead of Him hiding Himself from me. So fearful of it being wounded, I have locked this heart away. Away from people but most importantly from the Creator of it. What does that do to Him? What does that speak to him? How I have mourned the wounds inflicted on it yet have wounded it in far greater ways by holding it captive from the Healer of all ages. I have bound my emotions up, chaining them down for fear of my inability to control them if they were ever given the freedom to be controlled by He who is Love. The few times I have allowed them to love the way they desired to… the way they were designed, the moment they were rejected or I face my failure, I flee. I flee and retreat into the recesses of my being to lick the wounds to terrified to let them out again. However in the darkness, solitude and silence I recognize the whisper of my Beloved calling me out… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“draw near to me, love me, delight in me, pour out your affection on me…adore me. Do not lock them away, I want them. I want them unbridled… I want you.”&lt;/blockquote&gt;And slowly, patiently, faithfully he draws them out, wooing me with great and intimate acts of love. “Trust me” he says. “Love me with all your heart. Love me with all your soul. Love me with all your mind. Trust me. Yes I will ask you to love people, yes some will reject you but I will lead you as you love my sheep. But not with a love that is your own, rather come we will love them together. Come with me, love with me.” Amazing Grace how sweet is thy sound. A river of living water has washed me clean. A great thirst has gripped me, a great thirst He has quenched. Great is the Lord and most worthy of praise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3518344393754635334-5758731858956912116?l=saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/5758731858956912116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518344393754635334&amp;postID=5758731858956912116' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518344393754635334/posts/default/5758731858956912116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518344393754635334/posts/default/5758731858956912116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com/2009/07/coffee-shop-thoughts.html' title='Scribbles #3 ~ Coffee Shop Thoughts'/><author><name>Esther Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SiLZZi0X8QI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IlK1OVsSCOY/S220/profile+image.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518344393754635334.post-217910661230934987</id><published>2009-07-05T22:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T22:37:50.560-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dapelo kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays/Celebrate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bangladesh'/><title type='text'>Fourth of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bangladesh…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;SO this post is a little late. :D I didn’t get around to posting this last Saturday with the fourth being so busy. The fourth of July is one of my favorite holidays. It has always been a HUGE deal for my family. In Bangladesh we would either drive or fly to Dhaka (the capital) and celebrate at the American Embassy and the American Club. It was special (and rare) for us kids to be able to be around other Americans. The missionaries my parents worked with would be from all over the world but mostly Norwegian and so whenever we were in Dhaka we would spend as much time as we could hanging out at a enclosed club for American foreigners. As a child being American meant swimming in pools, eating hamburgers, getting to play on a playground, renting videos and being able to wear pants/shorts and t-shirts (while at the club). Every trip to Dhaka was a treat and I always looked forward to “being American”. My mom and dad did a fabulous job teaching us about American history and various customs that Americans celebrated, especially at holidays. I feel like growing up as a missionary kid I clung to my American heritage furiously because it wasn’t an everyday fact that I was aware of. Fourth of July was the epitome of what it meant to be American to me as a child. We would watch the raising of the flag at the embassy and I would stare in awe as fellow Americans all dressed in uniform would raise that flag. Then we would head over to the Club and with tons of other Americans, that I knew nothing about but didn’t matter since we were all “American”, celebrate all day. There were relay races, swimming races, playground fun, games, face painting, and the coveted “American food” (hamburgers). It was a huge deal. When I came to the States I was so disappointed that although people would celebrate, it wasn’t as big of a deal. Families might get together for a potluck and maybe watch fireworks but there wasn’t the same intense passion. I have noticed that whenever I’m in other countries, when I’d meet other Americans, our patriotism would be awakened and would create a bond of kinship. (Below picture is of the American Club… it’s changed a little since I lived there)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" src="http://img6.travelblog.org/Photos/62545/260269/t/2136846-american-club-0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Columbia…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;After a couple years in the States I was so blessed to become a camp counselor and celebrate the fourth with a bunch of kids. All the campers and staff would dress up in their camp t-shirts and head out to a town called Columbia in Tuolumne County, California. (&lt;a href="http://www.columbiacalifornia.com/"&gt;http://www.columbiacalifornia.com/&lt;/a&gt;) Columbia is a state preserved historic park and a National Historic Landmark. It is a former California Gold Rush boom town and has been preserved to still look like one. On the fourth, we would see people dressed up in pioneer and Native American outfits, we would as a camp walk in a parade, then spend the day walking around visiting the blacksmith, candy shop, soap making shop, a various antique stores and gift stores that all looked like they stepped out of a history book. We got to mine for gold, ride a stage coach, participate in watermelon eating contests, egg tosses, races, grease pole climbing. We got to here a cannon fire a shot and listen to bands play. It was always a little funny for me because as a kid growing up this is the America I thought I knew. :D Needless to say I returned every year regardless of whether I was working a camp or not. This year has been the first in 10 years that I haven’t been up there celebrating. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Watseka…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I was so looking forward to spending the fourth in a small town with all of its charm unfortunately it rained. Boo! But it was still so much fun to spend time with family. We all got to go over to Legion Park and have a pork chop barbeque (in the rain) then we drove home, hung out for a while and watched a movie. We picnicked on the porch since it was raining still and had such a fun time. Joe made delicious brauts, corn on the cob and baked beans. I feel so honored in many ways to be a part of this beautiful country and to celebrate with my beautiful sister and family. I am blessed indeed! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SlGMAjLeCdI/AAAAAAAAAPc/84vblELZqns/s1600-h/IMG_1883%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_1883" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="IMG_1883" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SlGMBM-1JvI/AAAAAAAAAPg/k6_6R69mWJQ/IMG_1883_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SlGMCW5GwSI/AAAAAAAAAPk/yqeoD16Mgqo/s1600-h/IMG_1881%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_1881" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="IMG_1881" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SlGMDD995pI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ZXG0nzfBQ8k/IMG_1881_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FREEDOM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As the day wound down I spent some time reflecting on the reasons why I love this country and how I am thankful that the Lord granted me this heritage. I think it came down to two things. I am struck my the beauty of this land and the people here, both will be forever etched into my heart. Second, I get to live in a community where people are passionate about freedom (in as many forms as they can think of). Whenever I think of the freedoms we seek as humans on this earth I am always challenged to examine the difference and similarities to the freedom that God desires for us. What does freedom mean to me? What is the biblical understanding (both Old &amp;amp; New Testaments) of freedom? Is freedom ever attainable for those who do not have a right relationship with God? Am I free? What areas in my life and heart still need to be freed or embrace freedom?&amp;#160; I am overwhelmed with so much when I think of this concept. Overwhelmed by my weakness… by God’s strength… His omnipotence… the fact that God is love… how much God has changed me and what he has delivered me from. I think that the most influential work of freedom in my life that I am aware of other then the God’s forgiveness of my sins is the freedom he has given me in my relationship with him… He has not only freed me from death but has granted me so much freedom in my intimacy with him. He is truly my closest and dearest friend and the Beloved of all that I am and know. This love he shows me brings me to Him in adoration. He has freed me to be loved and to love Him in return.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;“Now the Lord is the Spirit, and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom. And we all, with unveiled face, beholding the glory of the Lord, are being transformed into the same image from one degree of glory to another. For this comes from the Lord who is the Spirit.” (2 Cor. 3:17-18)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;“For freedom Christ has set us free; stand firm therefore, and do not submit again to a yoke of slavery.” (Galatians 5:1) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="135" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wt7yuAc9NKg/Rg1OTmmTgzI/AAAAAAAAAEM/lYTb4cj9xHo/s320/Cross.jpg" width="178" /&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SlGMDSMdDzI/AAAAAAAAAPs/h-1kHcn3yAg/s1600-h/Dove%5B10%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="Dove" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="140" alt="Dove" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SlGMD0KsZjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mtrJmRLDPbg/Dove_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="179" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SlGMEHjlrQI/AAAAAAAAAP0/8sRlTU2tqYI/s1600-h/bible_open_glasses%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="bible_open_glasses" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="137" alt="bible_open_glasses" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SlGMGRNE3pI/AAAAAAAAAP4/NZADkFWvcKU/bible_open_glasses_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="179" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;How and why are you free? Are you free? I want to encourage you let it ring. :D Share your stories with each other, the Lord will use it to bless and encourage.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3518344393754635334-217910661230934987?l=saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/217910661230934987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518344393754635334&amp;postID=217910661230934987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518344393754635334/posts/default/217910661230934987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518344393754635334/posts/default/217910661230934987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com/2009/07/fourth-of-july.html' title='Fourth of July'/><author><name>Esther Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SiLZZi0X8QI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IlK1OVsSCOY/S220/profile+image.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SlGMBM-1JvI/AAAAAAAAAPg/k6_6R69mWJQ/s72-c/IMG_1883_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518344393754635334.post-1295230009083225132</id><published>2009-07-01T21:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T21:54:52.609-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays/Celebrate'/><title type='text'>An Eye On July</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Ok, I admit it the title is totally corny but it popped into my head and I can’t seem to shake it out. :D June was a month of discovery! I spent a lot of time doing crafts/projects with the kids both inside and out. May, I felt like I was floundering a little, still trying to discover what I was doing here in Watseka (other than taking care of three adorable children). June I felt like I finally was able to get my feet under me and got a chance to discover some really cool things. Now that July is upon me, I just know that it is going to be such a fun month!! :D A few highlights of June that have enriched my life and solidified the ground beneath me, so to speak, have been… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Garden/Patio. The outside is so nice right now: raspberry plants, hanging baskets, flowers, bushes have all been planted and hung. We’ve gotten to eat outside a few times and I looked forward to the many warm summer days we will get to spend out there. It is such a relaxation for me to pull out my guitar, the Word and some tea and spend some time with the Lord after the kids are all in bed.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Discovery of Legion Park. A mile away from the house is a beautiful park that i discovered last weekend. It has little trails and tall trees everywhere. I’m absolutely in love with it. The moment I set foot on the grass and stared up at the tall trees, I was stirred within. It was peace to my troubled heart. Praise the Lord! I’m looking forward to many times sitting next to old trees and seeking God.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Promises Cafe. A cute and tasty little Christian cafe in town has not only serviced my coffee fix but also provided such a relaxing place to sit and ponder simple but astounding thoughts. I’ve really gotten some great reading time in every Saturday morning.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Farmers Market. Saturday mornings are one of my favorite days. The Farmer’s Market here in Watseka has been truly a gift from God. I’ve gotten to buy organic veggies every time I’ve been. It’s so much fun walking around and talking to people.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Wednesday Night bible study with some of the ladies from Trinity Church. This group has really been food for my hungering soul and the worship on Sundays at church has quenched my thirst. It has been such a relief to find women of wisdom and beauty to fellowship with and learn from. God has blessed me greatly.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Finished reading Dana Chandler’s book Deep Unto Deep. I recommend this book highly. It is full of beautiful insight into the heart of both man and God. More about this to come. &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As I’ve been seeking God throughout this last month he has really been teaching me to relax. I have learned that I need this time desperately and I have such a hungering to be surround by beauty. It hasn’t been the easiest lesson to learn and praise God I’m nowhere close to learning it completely. To rest in God, an overwhelming thought indeed. Something that I have been examining is the difference between relaxing and relaxing in God. I find&amp;#160; I am always in need of rest (not necessarily physically though). I feel like I’m going a million miles a minute inside. I find that when I do it on my own, I either get exhausted from fruitless attempts or lazier then a spotted dog, not knowing when to move forward. When I relax in the Lord, in the place of his choosing and according to his time I find beautiful sweet rest. A rest accompanied by peace. What wisdom He has, what beauty is at his fingertips.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A few reasons to celebrate… (besides the list on the right) :D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;July 1 (1824) Ordination of Charles Finney&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;July 2 (1752) First English Bible printed in America&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;July 11 National Cheer Up the Lonely Day &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;July 15 Gummy Worm Day &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;July 19 National Ice Cream Day &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;July 21-25 National Baby Food Week&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;July 26 Parent's Day &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;July 27 Take Your Pants for a Walk Day&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;July 30 National Cheesecake Day &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;July 31-Aug 1 Moby Dick Week&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;National Grilling Month &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Social Wellness Month &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3518344393754635334-1295230009083225132?l=saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/1295230009083225132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518344393754635334&amp;postID=1295230009083225132' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518344393754635334/posts/default/1295230009083225132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518344393754635334/posts/default/1295230009083225132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com/2009/07/eye-on-july.html' title='An Eye On July'/><author><name>Esther Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SiLZZi0X8QI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IlK1OVsSCOY/S220/profile+image.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518344393754635334.post-8200490010184096776</id><published>2009-06-24T21:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T22:41:01.155-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Norway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays/Celebrate'/><title type='text'>Jonsok</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Today people all over are celebrating the birthday of St. John the Baptist, also known as St. Hans Day or Jonsok (Norwegian). Luke 1:26 indicates that John the Baptist is approximately 6 months older then Jesus thus the church chose today as the day of celebration for the birth of John. Very few American Christians even know about this day much less celebrate it, however people all over Norway and other countries are celebrating. This is one of the many holidays that I would like to teach my family about. Part of the celebrations for this day is the lighting of big bonfires, gathering together, eating good food and dancing. As with many church festivals, it replaced the pagan festival of the Summer Solstice. The burning bonfires are actually a remnant of those pagan rituals. Bonfires were originally burned to expel evil powers from the village. Summer solstice is such a fun time in Norway. I remember the last time I was out visiting some relatives in Norway we drove from Oslo all the way up north. It was such a long drive but fun, we would stop in various towns visiting friends and family. The one thing I was so excited about was being there during this time. It stayed light and people would stay up fellowshipping and enjoying each others company. I wish I had some of the pictures from the trip. It was so exciting for me at the time to take pictures with the time printed in the bottom corner of the photo. The photos were what looked like beautiful summer days but the time recorded would indicate the wee hours of the morning.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;John the Baptist was a remarkable man, an opinion that my family seems to agree with me on. John is the popular boy’s name it seems like in my family. My brother, two uncles (mom’s only brother and dad’s brother), grandfather (mom’s dad), and a few cousins here and there are all named John. It has kind of been the theme to name each boy (and there aren’t a ton of those in the family, mostly girls!) John. I always vehemently declared that I would never name any male child of mine John simply because there were far to many of them in the family. However after really listening to the stories of Scripture and in particular the story of John the Baptist I can’t help but actually consider it (and I can’t believe I just admitted that). :D I could go on and on about the way that this historical figure tugs at my heartstrings but it would be soo much better over coffee. ;D One thing I would say is, from the time John the Baptist was in Elizabeth’s womb he literally leapt for joy when in the presence of Christ. Oh to have that heart, to not need to see Him or see anything for that matter and simply know that my Lord is near and leap. He knew the King of Kings and the Lord of Lords before he knew anything else. He knew His Messiah was near and was filled with such joy that he responded in the only way he could. He leapt. He goes on to spend his life serving God with all his heart, spending time seeking God in the wilderness, then proclaiming the message that the time of Christ was near and when he met Christ at the river his humility is overwhelming. Christ said two things about John that really stood out to me. The first is found in Matthew 11:11, &amp;quot;Among those born of women there has not risen anyone greater than John the Baptist.&amp;quot; Wow that’s a pretty rock solid personal reference. The second thing He said recorded in John 5:35. Christ had been informed of John’s death (which was 6 months prior to the death of Christ) and he responded to the news saying, “John was a lamp that burned and gave light…” I want to leave you a challenge to get to know this man better, study him and learn all that you can from this life. Christ seemed to think pretty highly of him. The other thing I want to leave you with John’s words, they have often been a reminder to me of the heart of true disciple. When Christ came to John to be baptized, John tried to deter him saying, “I need to be baptized by you, and do you come to me?” John did indeed baptize Christ to fulfill Scriptures, however he was filled with humility and I would imagine a certain sense of awe when in the presence of his Savior. What does this mean to you? Not just a theoretical or theological answer but personally in your heart? How does your heart respond to Christ drawing near to you. A weighty thought to ponder indeed.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3518344393754635334-8200490010184096776?l=saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/8200490010184096776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518344393754635334&amp;postID=8200490010184096776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518344393754635334/posts/default/8200490010184096776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518344393754635334/posts/default/8200490010184096776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com/2009/06/jonsok.html' title='Jonsok'/><author><name>Esther Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SiLZZi0X8QI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IlK1OVsSCOY/S220/profile+image.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518344393754635334.post-1817555070836079857</id><published>2009-06-21T22:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T23:07:57.552-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hiking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays/Celebrate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bangladesh'/><title type='text'>June 21</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Father’s Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What a day today is! First of all Father’s Day. What words could I possibly use to describe how dear and incredible my Father is? I’m afraid that when I think about how much he means to me and how much he has taught me I come up with very little words and quite a few tears. I am blessed beyond measure. This I do know, he has been beyond supportive, compassionate, wise, kindhearted and most of all has taught me how to love by loving me. I have watched him pretty closely as I’ve grown through the years; as a child, a teen and finally now as a young adult. His integrity, strength of character and servant’s heart have guided and taught me so much. My heavenly father couldn’t have picked a better person to show me the love that a father has for a child. So much of my relationship with Him and my understanding of Him is rooted in understanding that a father’s love is boundless in so many ways. I am confident in saying that my Dad has been one of the most influential people in my understanding of the love that God has for His children. I will never be able to thank you enough for that. Thank you for loving me, thank you for showing me that God loves. Thank you for teaching me how to love Him. My understanding of what it means to have a relationship with God is so deeply affected by the security and comfortability that I have in my relationship with my Dad. There is no better inheritance that a father can give his daughter then this and for that I am forever grateful.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/Sj8cTr9vtFI/AAAAAAAAAPE/zconYRsIzgE/s1600-h/me%20and%20parents%5B2%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="me and parents" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="235" alt="me and parents" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/Sj8cWLNAGpI/AAAAAAAAAPI/3O9U5bV6Kpk/me%20and%20parents_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="305" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Me with my dad and mom this last summer at my brother, John’s graduation.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/Sj8cYwDgyrI/AAAAAAAAAPM/bmOA_knSGEY/s1600-h/dad%20and%20lily.png"&gt;&lt;img title="dad and lily" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="dad and lily" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/Sj8capcOKzI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/8sx31M4XM4I/dad%20and%20lily_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/Sj8cdS7sphI/AAAAAAAAAPU/0c1XWcSIGgI/s1600-h/daddy%5B2%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="daddy" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="243" alt="daddy" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/Sj8ce7m3NrI/AAAAAAAAAPY/sJUaSnX4bKs/daddy_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="187" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;My Dad holding Lily when she was a baby. I love this picture of my dad, it is such the image of a loving father.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summer Solstice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Today is also summer solstice, everyone grab your party pants and celebrate the longest day of the year with me. The sun is at it’s greatest distance from the equator. This only happens twice a year so party up! It was so nice to have more daylight today, I am such a light hog! I love the night too, don’t get me wrong. There is the moon, fireflies (lightning bugs), stars, headlamps, camp fires, the dim fire from my amazing jetboil backpacking stove (quick shout out for jetboil :D ), and of course the chance to burn yummy smelling candles. As you see even my favorite things about the night is the light that we bring into it. Today my heart is drawn to the influence of light in my life. All the things that I can do because there is light, both physical light and light for my spirit, mind and heart. I remember when the electricity would go out in Bangladesh (daily). We would use alot of candles and gas lamps. I remember my dad reading us devotions by the firelight and all of us huddling around. Our day would wind down, significantly getting slower, simply because things were more difficult to do without lights. I wonder if our lives aren’t like this in general. Christ is the light of the world and without him shining energy and love into us, we simply slow down. Everything becomes much more difficult. I find that it becomes harder to love people, I get exhausted much more quickly. I become short tempered, my desire to serve is fleeting, I am haunted by my insecurities and constantly reminded of my weaknesses. While I was out hiking the JMT (John Muir Trail) in the Sierras it brought me so much comfort to finally see my jetboil light up at the end of a long day. The warmth it brought to my cold hands and the signal to my aching feet that it was now time to rest and to eat. Now whenever I think about Christ being the light of the world it takes me back to that feeling of pure joy, that I can sit and relax in His presence and trust Him for my needs. There is also nothing like having a good headlamp when it is pitch dark outside and I have another few miles to go before making camp. It keeps me so often from getting lost and then when I am lost it shines light onto my map so that I can find the trail again. These are such simple illustrations but the terror and fear that I may never find my way out again can do funny things to a single gal out hiking in the middle of nowhere! Haha, thank goodness for headlamps and maps, I would definitely not be here today! (probably still out there wondering if that tree looked familiar). This is Christ to me, his wisdom and love help me from getting lost in life and losing focus of the way that He desires me to go. When I do get lost His love and the knowledge of His mercy and grace open my eyes to His Holy Word. He is indeed the light for my feet and for my heart. My hope in the terror of the night.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;*It is also the first day of Extremsportveko, could luck to all the participants! May you compete to the best of your ability &amp;amp; then some. ;D One day I will be there climbing along side of the best of you. :D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3518344393754635334-1817555070836079857?l=saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/1817555070836079857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518344393754635334&amp;postID=1817555070836079857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518344393754635334/posts/default/1817555070836079857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518344393754635334/posts/default/1817555070836079857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com/2009/06/june-21.html' title='June 21'/><author><name>Esther Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SiLZZi0X8QI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IlK1OVsSCOY/S220/profile+image.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/Sj8cWLNAGpI/AAAAAAAAAPI/3O9U5bV6Kpk/s72-c/me%20and%20parents_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518344393754635334.post-6242105564903689106</id><published>2009-06-18T20:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T13:03:25.452-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scribbles'/><title type='text'>Scribbles #2 ~ My One Desire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #542929; font-family: 'Bradley Hand ITC'; font-size: medium;"&gt;To live in Love, my one desire.     &lt;br /&gt;To dwell in communion’s internal fire.      &lt;br /&gt;To awaken in song and love in my dreams,      &lt;br /&gt;To dance my way into eternity.      &lt;br /&gt;You, O God, my breath within      &lt;br /&gt;Me the sail and You the wind.      &lt;br /&gt;Catch me away in gusty desire,      &lt;br /&gt;Consume my all in jealous fire.      &lt;br /&gt;Sweet Maker of my heart's design,      &lt;br /&gt;Hear my song and hear my cry.      &lt;br /&gt;Escort me into deeper realms,      &lt;br /&gt;Deep, deep places overwhelm.      &lt;br /&gt;Sweet and tender Love Divine,      &lt;br /&gt;Shepherd me to Your sweeter wine.      &lt;br /&gt;Let me find my way so sweet      &lt;br /&gt;Sinking before Your tear-stained feet,      &lt;br /&gt;Pouring my fragrance and all of my wealth,      &lt;br /&gt;Opening my heart to be filled with Thyself.      &lt;br /&gt;Tears and fragrance mingled as one.      &lt;br /&gt;This is my place and this is my song.      &lt;br /&gt;Find me here, in holy dance.      &lt;br /&gt;Keep me here, in Love's Romance.      &lt;br /&gt;Do not stray, oh heart of mine,      &lt;br /&gt;But cling to love more sweet than wine.       &lt;br /&gt;Be your Beloved's in full not in part,      &lt;br /&gt;Always abiding in the love of His heart.      &lt;br /&gt;Yes, be your Beloved's and He be yours,      &lt;br /&gt;As you gracefully dance through Eternity's doors.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #542929; font-family: 'Bradley Hand ITC'; font-size: medium;"&gt;Deep Unto Deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3518344393754635334-6242105564903689106?l=saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/6242105564903689106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518344393754635334&amp;postID=6242105564903689106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518344393754635334/posts/default/6242105564903689106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518344393754635334/posts/default/6242105564903689106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-one-desire.html' title='Scribbles #2 ~ My One Desire'/><author><name>Esther Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SiLZZi0X8QI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IlK1OVsSCOY/S220/profile+image.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518344393754635334.post-3745163427083794576</id><published>2009-06-18T19:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T19:19:03.492-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking/Baking'/><title type='text'>No-Bake Cheesecake</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mary &amp;amp; Joe had bible study on Tuesday night, such a wonderful excuse to get mixing bowls dirty. This dessert is perfect for when you don’t want to use your oven and it is completely foolproof for those of you who don’t consider yourselves bakers. I got it from a friend of mine, thank you Donna! I will forever be in your gratitude. Done in a jiffy and is as tasty as tasty gets. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font color="#cc6600"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/Sjr0E94dHhI/AAAAAAAAAO0/fyqKKmwAEo8/s1600-h/IMG_1455%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_1455" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="206" alt="IMG_1455" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/Sjr0FKS9B_I/AAAAAAAAAO4/Uh_-gN3AZ00/IMG_1455_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="269" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;    &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;font face="Pristina" size="5"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Papyrus" size="5"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recipe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Papyrus" size="2"&gt;1 Baked graham cracker crust&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Papyrus" size="2"&gt;8 oz package of cream cheese&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Papyrus" size="2"&gt;1/3 cup sugar&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Papyrus" size="2"&gt;1 cup sour cream&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Papyrus" size="2"&gt;1 tsp. vanilla&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Papyrus" size="2"&gt; 1 tub of cool whip&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Papyrus" size="2"&gt;Frozen or fresh berries (if desired)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Papyrus"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Soften cream cheese in the microwave. Mix sugar with cream cheese until smooth. Add sour cream, vanilla and cool whip. Stir with wooden spoon until smooth. Pour into baked graham cracker crust (8-inch). Refrigerate approximately 2-3 hours or until firm. The consistency is best if it’s refrigerated overnight. This cheesecake will not have the typical&amp;#160; “cheesecake” consistency. It is much lighter but I prefer it to cheesecake. Serves 8 pie size slices. Eat it plain, or topped with berries. I’ve used both strawberries and raspberries so far and both are absolutely delicious.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/Sjr0Fnrc_hI/AAAAAAAAAO8/d1eHpF--HVE/s1600-h/IMG_1457%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_1457" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="244" alt="IMG_1457" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/Sjr0Fy1eQwI/AAAAAAAAAPA/J_Vp0TmX1h4/IMG_1457_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3518344393754635334-3745163427083794576?l=saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/3745163427083794576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518344393754635334&amp;postID=3745163427083794576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518344393754635334/posts/default/3745163427083794576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518344393754635334/posts/default/3745163427083794576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-bake-cheesecake.html' title='No-Bake Cheesecake'/><author><name>Esther Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SiLZZi0X8QI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IlK1OVsSCOY/S220/profile+image.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/Sjr0FKS9B_I/AAAAAAAAAO4/Uh_-gN3AZ00/s72-c/IMG_1455_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518344393754635334.post-5758452515220982008</id><published>2009-06-17T20:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T21:00:10.835-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dapelo kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays/Celebrate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking/Baking'/><title type='text'>Chocolate Caramel Walnut Fudge… and Tea.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I love fudge and any excuse to make fudge. All that delicious chocolate as it melts in my mouth (although my favorite is still Russian fudge) brings a whole new meaning to the word “savor”. I didn’t plan enough time yesterday to make Russian Fudge but the kids and I did get to try our hands at a new recipe. Chocolate Caramel Walnut Fudge… absolutely delicious.&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/Sjm3U9JX9NI/AAAAAAAAANg/O5r49UnKETc/s1600-h/IMG_1407%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_1407" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="160" alt="IMG_1407" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/Sjm3VnKbobI/AAAAAAAAANk/sqWk9jAmTfM/IMG_1407_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Then today Lily asked for a tea party so we spent all afternoon planning and decorating for it…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/Sjm3XV0bspI/AAAAAAAAANo/czEEcUF4A1k/s1600-h/IMG_1425%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_1425" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1425" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/Sjm3XzpUuGI/AAAAAAAAANs/fvZAQgSLcGw/IMG_1425_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;With the table set, the caramel drizzled “fancy” on the plates (everything has to be fancy like Fancy Nancy), the invitations made and posted on every entry door to the house (we didn’t know which one Mary would come into), the stuffed animals/dolls seated, and accessories found and displayed… we sat in anticipation. Lily instructed me in a very serious tone that we had to hide until mom got home so that we could surprise her, and so the hunt for the perfect hiding place began. We crawled under the table and practiced several times jumping out and yelling “SURPRISE!” until Lily felt like we had mastered the skill. Then we sat (under the table) waiting... five minutes went by… ten… fifteen…the anticipation was completely overwhelming. Finally, Lily instructed me sternly to sit by the window with Hannah and watch for Mom to get home (a much better solution for an anxious 4 year old). Not quite sure though if I could handle such an important job she kept eyeing me asking every few minutes “are you watching??”.&amp;#160; Just when she could not wait any longer all was not lost, Mary pulled up in the driveway and I haven’t seen a little girl move so fast. When Mary walked in she properly exclaimed how surprised she was to get the invitation. Lily either couldn’t remember what to say or wasn’t sure what to do because she stayed hidden under the table! Mary kept talking while Lily tried to figure out what she was supposed to do. Mary finally asked where Lily was because she wasn't sure where she was supposed to go. This clicked for Lily and out she jumped with a big “SURPRISE!”. Mary did fabulous acting completely surprised.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/Sjm3ZN4scQI/AAAAAAAAANw/9Ha2QgqCtSk/s1600-h/IMG_1420%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_1420" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_1420" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/Sjm3ZiSZyrI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Y7Xfo-uKrfk/IMG_1420_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Accessorizing before sitting down to tea.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p align="left"&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/Sjm3aLe2QUI/AAAAAAAAAN4/FzGOBugfo-I/s1600-h/IMG_1429%5B17%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_1429" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="147" alt="IMG_1429" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/Sjm3adXC9lI/AAAAAAAAAN8/tDU6UxeYW3g/IMG_1429_thumb%5B11%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="112" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/Sjm3cCINiBI/AAAAAAAAAOA/tdKemzqhV4k/s1600-h/IMG_1428%5B10%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_1428" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="147" alt="IMG_1428" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/Sjm3cVfNTqI/AAAAAAAAAOE/eoefmpZTFoU/IMG_1428_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="195" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Fancy fudge. Monkey was the guest of honor until Mom got home.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/Sjm3c4hBSiI/AAAAAAAAAOI/vBbCSqOzdhQ/s1600-h/IMG_1441%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_1441" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="160" alt="IMG_1441" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/Sjm3dBYf_4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/oENeAkMDHP0/IMG_1441_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="124" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/Sjm3dlBlFUI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/GPkwcitXSVY/s1600-h/IMG_1442%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_1442" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="160" alt="IMG_1442" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/Sjm3dyRty8I/AAAAAAAAAOU/6HVfxSLUOmA/IMG_1442_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/Sjm3eR-7A9I/AAAAAAAAAOY/Uczvq_r-emc/s1600-h/IMG_1450%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_1450" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="160" alt="IMG_1450" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/Sjm3ew-MZuI/AAAAAAAAAOc/opA6bA7IQis/IMG_1450_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="121" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Hannah loved being part of the party and thoroughly enjoyed her empty plate and fork. She looked so grown up in her little chair, she hardly looked like the little baby I thought she was when I first got here. Mommy kept a hand on her leg just in case. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/Sjm7wXgtxCI/AAAAAAAAAOk/ycfwywsVCgU/s1600-h/IMG_1438%5B10%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_1438" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="187" alt="IMG_1438" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/Sjm7w_D2Y_I/AAAAAAAAAOo/FqDpSPHN0JA/IMG_1438_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="238" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/Sjm7yAteGnI/AAAAAAAAAOs/B-e-XjEfCdA/s1600-h/IMG_1454%5B10%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_1454" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="183" alt="IMG_1454" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/Sjm7yiDSGhI/AAAAAAAAAOw/8f3Bu2WB4X8/IMG_1454_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="143" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;All in all a fun time to be had by everyone. Lily was quite excited about the way it turned out and had all sorts of ideas for the next one. The planning has begun and this time with LISTS!! A girl after my own heart.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3518344393754635334-5758452515220982008?l=saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/5758452515220982008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518344393754635334&amp;postID=5758452515220982008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518344393754635334/posts/default/5758452515220982008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518344393754635334/posts/default/5758452515220982008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com/2009/06/chocolate-caramel-walnut-fudge-and-tea.html' title='Chocolate Caramel Walnut Fudge… and Tea.'/><author><name>Esther Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SiLZZi0X8QI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IlK1OVsSCOY/S220/profile+image.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/Sjm3VnKbobI/AAAAAAAAANk/sqWk9jAmTfM/s72-c/IMG_1407_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518344393754635334.post-7447342406887686410</id><published>2009-06-13T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T18:51:46.310-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dapelo kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays/Celebrate'/><title type='text'>Relay 4 Life - “Celebrate…Remember…Fight Back!”</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Yesterday was Relay 4 Life,&amp;#160; and Mary, Joe, the kids and I spent an amazing but emotional night walking around Blake Field (high school track just behind the house practically). Raising money for the fight against cancer, participants and teams walked from 6pm to 6 am. We only stayed from 530pm until about 10pm and then brought the kids home but it was one of the most memorable nights I have spent. The event was so beautiful and I found myself with tears streaming down my face several times throughout the night. The first Relay for Life was held in Tacoma Washington with 300 members in 1985. Now it has grown into an annual event in which more then 3.5 million participate. The entire event celebrated the lives, courage and strength of those battling, and the many caregivers who support them. We got to hear and speak with many of cancer survivors, those battling and the many caregivers that support them. It also honored those many loved ones who have lost their lives to cancer. They had a survivors lap as the first lap around the track following the Opening Ceremony and it was so inspiring to see these beautiful men, women and children walk.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SjXumpK_wUI/AAAAAAAAAJI/xJANSRY1C5Y/s1600-h/IMG_1234%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_1234" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="191" alt="IMG_1234" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SjXum1QyXdI/AAAAAAAAAJM/YsF-eEEol8o/IMG_1234_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="245" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The kids had such a fun time too, the event had a lot of children’s activities but the kids probably enjoyed walking the most. :D They LOVE to go walk/run around the track and are so sad when they have to leave. So for the last week they could hardly wait until they were allowed to walk “as long as they wanted!” SO exciting. I walked with Hannah pretty much the whole time and it was such a&amp;#160; peaceful time with her. Their is such beauty in this tiny little person. She was asleep most of the time but whenever she was awake, she thought it was about just as much fun as a baby could have… to sit in her carrier and bounce around… so many giggles! The kids also loved the free face painting and were so sad that they had to take it off when they went to bed. Poor Jake would only concede when he was told that he might be scared if we woke up in the middle of the night and saw a tiger.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Jake was hilarious about the tiger he got, it was so ticklish! The nice lady changed from a paint brush to a sponge, and still the faces he was making cracked me up, but he was so happy with the end result… so cute!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SjXuna0gVtI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/2lawsCbBPpU/s1600-h/IMG_1261%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_1261" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="204" alt="IMG_1261" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SjXun_-bzyI/AAAAAAAAAJU/jwdHpyKBVZI/IMG_1261_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="163" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SjXuoEUFjtI/AAAAAAAAAJY/o8zGKJ4Tc2I/s1600-h/IMG_1267%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_1267" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="201" alt="IMG_1267" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SjXuoo-sTxI/AAAAAAAAAJc/S7TEYZwrdmc/IMG_1267_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="159" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;He got quite into his tiger role but poor kid couldn’t get his “claws”&amp;#160; pointing the right direction. :D After quite a bit of coaching he was able to get them pointing out.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SjXupDnv-eI/AAAAAAAAAJg/-mcholQh-CY/s1600-h/IMG_1268%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_1268" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="194" alt="IMG_1268" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SjXupdGZwXI/AAAAAAAAAJk/4SUmDJvzRho/IMG_1268_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="158" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SjXup8r48wI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Ez4G2nSPCK0/s1600-h/IMG_1269%5B11%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_1269" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="200" alt="IMG_1269" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SjXuqTrMZrI/AAAAAAAAAJs/4dZFNBJUSqs/IMG_1269_thumb%5B9%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="166" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sweet Lily had made up her mind that she wanted a red butterfly and was pretty pleased with the fact that it turned out just right, even though she has a goofy look on her face. Hannah and I got matching pink ribbons.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SjXuq9r74pI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/pfze8slI8G0/s1600-h/IMG_1258%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_1258" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="182" alt="IMG_1258" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SjXurXnm9oI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/_nr8tyqM8PY/IMG_1258_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="148" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SjXur8n5PrI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pTWLy40-ShY/s1600-h/IMG_1273%5B11%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_1273" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="182" alt="IMG_1273" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SjXusCtmCqI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/IewnRXMLmuE/IMG_1273_thumb%5B9%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SjXusmJFbtI/AAAAAAAAAKA/lzoywxBW4zM/s1600-h/IMG_1316%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_1316" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="241" alt="IMG_1316" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SjXus1vifCI/AAAAAAAAAKE/dN1-HoPW4UI/IMG_1316_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;At around 9pm they turned out the light and with darkness as our covering we walked in silence remembering those who had lost their fight with cancer. They had surrounded the track with about 1300 luminaries, each in honor of a loved one. As bagpipes played and with Hannah in my arms I walked and I wept. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I wept for all the names they played on a screen and their families. I wept for my family and the loss of my father’s brother Uncle Ed, his sister Aunt Virginia. and his parents (my grandparents) Aubry and Effie. And I wept and prayed for my Uncle John who is battling it now and my high school best friend Angela. There is so much pain in this world as a result of this disease, so many lives devastated and so much hopelessness in the hearts of many. Please pray… pray for a cure and most importantly pray that people will find their hope in Christ. That they may see He is the light of the world and to trust Him to be their Savior and their strength.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SjXutRP45LI/AAAAAAAAAKI/3sKvw8Nbf5Q/s1600-h/IMG_1308%5B17%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_1308" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="221" alt="IMG_1308" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SjXutrUsOcI/AAAAAAAAAKM/fON_RpLv5Wo/IMG_1308_thumb%5B15%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="190" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SjXut_HMEGI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/hJpdMDj3yaA/s1600-h/IMG_1305%5B13%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_1305" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="218" alt="IMG_1305" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SjXuuYEJoGI/AAAAAAAAAKU/hgm-BVwYnUg/IMG_1305_thumb%5B11%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="183" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SjXuq9r74pI/AAAAAAAAAMU/laVY4caKEwQ/s1600-h/IMG_1258%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3518344393754635334-7447342406887686410?l=saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/7447342406887686410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518344393754635334&amp;postID=7447342406887686410' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518344393754635334/posts/default/7447342406887686410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518344393754635334/posts/default/7447342406887686410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com/2009/06/relay-4-life-celebraterememberfight.html' title='Relay 4 Life - “Celebrate…Remember…Fight Back!”'/><author><name>Esther Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SiLZZi0X8QI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IlK1OVsSCOY/S220/profile+image.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SjXum1QyXdI/AAAAAAAAAJM/YsF-eEEol8o/s72-c/IMG_1234_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518344393754635334.post-2597339876686460826</id><published>2009-06-10T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T18:51:46.311-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dapelo kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking/Baking'/><title type='text'>Berry Pie</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My Evening…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Make dinner (white chicken chili. yum.)... check &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Go grocery shopping... check &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Make pie with kids... check &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Read stories and shadow hand puppets... check &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Prayers and goodnight kisses... check &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Bake pie...check &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Watch Gran Torino...check &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Reflect on God's many blessings to me...double check. Children touch a place in my heart that desires above all to love. &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My Grandmother Effie (my father's mother) was an award winning pie maker. Therefore my dad grew up with delicious pies and when he married my mom (who didn't make a whole lot of pies) an interesting conversation was bound to take place. Now my mom and dad were newly married and one day my grandpa got wind of the lack of pies that she had apparently not been making. The next time he came over this is what transpired. Now my Grandfather would kind of take over a kitchen when he would walk in, so I can only imagine what my mom must have been feeling to have her newly acquired father in-law in her kitchen. Here's the story my mom tells: Grandpa... &amp;quot;Have you made Robert any pies?&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Mom... &amp;quot;Nope&amp;quot; (Actually she said she was thinking &amp;quot;No way am I going to compete with his mom&amp;quot;) &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Grandpa... &amp;quot;Are you going to make him any pies?&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Mom... &amp;quot;Nope&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Grandpa (very sternly)... &amp;quot;I'm telling you, you have to make Robert pies&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My mom said that she was totally horrified at the &amp;quot;order&amp;quot;&amp;#160; she had just been given. (Lord have mercy on me and give me quiet in-laws) :D So she started making my dad pies and has (of course) become an amazing pie maker. :D Her crusts are always flaky and her lemon meringue pie is a thing to behold. Literally it is probably the most beautiful and tasty pie I have ever seen. So as a teenager I made it my goal to make a good pie and after 10 years I'm still baking them. She graciously says that there isn't any difference between hers and mine, but I still call her every once in a while freaked out that something has gone terribly wrong and if she's ever around I still drag her into the kitchen at various points of the baking and ask for her advice (mostly reassurance that I haven't destroyed it beyond repair). She always laughs and tells me that it's fine. The times when I refuse to be consoled she just cuts a little dough off here and pastes it there. Amazingly just her presence comforts me and lets me know that the pie will survive. She has been the most amazing teacher since no one has yet complained or died from eating a pie of mine. ;-D This pie is a new one for me... actually my first mixed berry pie. Hope it tastes as good as it smells... &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Handwriting" color="#800000" size="5"&gt;Recipe &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#800000"&gt;2 pie crusts      &lt;br /&gt;2 cups&amp;#160; Blueberries, picked over and rinsed       &lt;br /&gt;5 cups Strawberries , roughly chopped&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; 1 cup Blackberries, picked over and rinsed       &lt;br /&gt;3/4 cups sugar, plus some for sprinkling top       &lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons cup flour, plus some for rolling the dough       &lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons cornstarch       &lt;br /&gt;zest of 1 lemon       &lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoons vanilla extract       &lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon cinnamon       &lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon ground ginger&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SjXVjCr-uwI/AAAAAAAAAIo/dz1fr8CitMw/s1600-h/clip_image001%5B9%5D%5B3%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img title="clip_image001[9]" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="169" alt="clip_image001[9]" hspace="12" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SjXVjVXiL9I/AAAAAAAAAIs/FUySqXRjlJ0/clip_image001%5B9%5D_thumb%5B1%5D.gif?imgmax=800" width="389" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#800000"&gt;Preheat oven to 425 degrees. The dough should be in a ball in wax paper for 1 hour. On a lightly floured surface, roll out half the dough, 1/8-inch thick, to fit a 9-inch pie pan. Chill the shell while assembling the filling.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SjXVleHcvDI/AAAAAAAAAIw/kBX8G6Cujz0/s1600-h/IMG_1172%5B28%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_1172" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="236" alt="IMG_1172" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SjXVlty0EJI/AAAAAAAAAI0/tJdI7LenmpI/IMG_1172_thumb%5B26%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="263" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#800000"&gt;In a large bowl, combine the blueberries, strawberries, blackberries, sugar, flour, cornstarch, lemon zest, cinnamon and ginger. Stir until well combined. Remove the pie shell from the refrigerator and pour in the fruit mixture.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SjXVnVneu4I/AAAAAAAAAI4/D1mXKNzG9Sg/s1600-h/IMG_1176%5B15%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#800000"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_1176" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="227" alt="IMG_1176" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SjXVnuJvecI/AAAAAAAAAI8/nCZIIexsNIc/IMG_1176_thumb%5B13%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="263" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#800000"&gt;Roll out the other half of the door on a lightly flour surfaced. Cut into strips to make a lattice topping. Arrange the dough into a lattice pattern. Crimp the edges. Sprinkle sugar over the top.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#800000"&gt;Bake the pie at 425 degrees for 20 minutes. Remove from the oven and place foil over the edges because they will be browning lightly. Reduce the temperature of the oven to 375 degrees. Let bake for an additional 35-40 minutes until the crust is golden and the fruit filling has started to bubble. Best served with vanilla ice cream.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SjXVpEsPV6I/AAAAAAAAAJA/_srcYHTgQWU/s1600-h/IMG_1194%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font color="#800000"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_1194" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="281" alt="IMG_1194" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SjXVpjK2QpI/AAAAAAAAAJE/W-g1dhBoT_s/IMG_1194_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="358" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3518344393754635334-2597339876686460826?l=saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/2597339876686460826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518344393754635334&amp;postID=2597339876686460826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518344393754635334/posts/default/2597339876686460826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518344393754635334/posts/default/2597339876686460826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com/2009/06/berry-pie.html' title='Berry Pie'/><author><name>Esther Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SiLZZi0X8QI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IlK1OVsSCOY/S220/profile+image.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SjXVjVXiL9I/AAAAAAAAAIs/FUySqXRjlJ0/s72-c/clip_image001%5B9%5D_thumb%5B1%5D.gif?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518344393754635334.post-3803771193333104987</id><published>2009-06-08T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T18:51:46.311-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dapelo kids'/><title type='text'>All In A Day...</title><content type='html'>So a day living with three children always has the potential to teach me a lot! Let's take today for example... I woke up sometime in the night with this weird lump underneath my covers half asleep i fished around for the possible t-shirt or maybe I had fallen asleep with my journal who knows right?... yeah wet diaper!! Yuck! Definitely a preview to the day. I have learned something valuable after this day. The most trying moments are followed by the some of the sweetest ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Wet Diaper steals my sleep and woke up so groggy (rare and throws my emotions off kilter a little for the entire day! Everything seems so much more dramatic. Thank goodness my God loves me)... but I wake up without a bad dream (also very rare).&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;• The kids were squirrely and it takes twice as long to get them fed and ready for the day. I'm totally behind already and it's only 9:30am... but found a really cool worship CD my mom had given me but hadn't gotten a chance to exhaust it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Hannah's been fighting a 104 fever and sore throat and is teething, such a sad baby. Takes me forever to get her to sleep for her nap... but got to stare out the window for 45 minutes and the day is incredibly beautiful with the wind blowing in the trees. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Finally 10:00 sat down to breakfast and devos at the kitchen table. Lily and Jacob saw me sit and ran up to me with their devotion book that we've been working through. (The One Year Book of Devotions for Preschoolers, put out by Tyndale Kids Little Blessings. Written by Crystal Bowman) Our daily ritual. They each get to pick one story to read and Jake eats half my fruit and Lily eats half my white egg omelet while they listen. (I've learned to make a little more then usual :D) Today I was so busy reading with the kids I forgot about the food, big mistake... they sure hadn't. No food... but got to watch unbridled curiosity and hear  the excitement in their voices as they tried to figure out all that God might be responsible for creating. “What!! He even created the grass!! And the sky!! Wow!”-Lily. (Priceless)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• After devos with the kids I go in to make myself something else I reach for the pan and poor Hannah wakes up after only a 40 minute nap. I scoop her up and try to get her to sleep again. I have to say the saddest thing is watching a tired sick baby cuddle against you desperate to feel normal... my heart couldn't figure out how to not break for her. Finally I gave up and figured i would just hold her all day. Looks like I'm not going to get quiet time this morning... but I have a blast with the new worship CD. Dance party with the kids and building forts! Had a blast. Then I hear this from Lily, “I love dancing and singing for Jesus.” My joy is complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Lunch all around. Hannah won't eat anything and dumps the baby food all over the floor! ....but Jacob said “Don't worry, I get it" finds a towel and does an amazing job of cleaning it up! He is soo helpful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Hannah woke up every time I tried to put her down so I had to slow down and sit with her for an 2 hours... it forced me to stop my day and I got my quiet time with the Lord after all. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Hannah woke up after another short nap when Jacob goes yelling and running down the hall. Oh no sad baby all day?!... nope. Fever is gone down tremendously and she's back to her sweet natured self (still no smiling though).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Then I walk out and the house is completely trashed. There are toys scattered from one end to the other. I did not even know where all the toys came from, half I don't recognize! I think I'm only having 2 children. I go and put a very upset Jacob down for a nap (that was the last thing he wanted to do today). He was sobbing and wouldn't look at me at all, there was no love in the air. I panicked; I'm never going to have time to clean everything up before Mary comes home.... I come back out Lily had cleaned it all up without being asked!!!!! I love her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Mary comes home just as I try and cheer Hannah up before Mary sees that her children aren't happy. Mary walks around the hall and Hannah gives her the biggest smile. Then I go wake Jacob up wary of the reaction I was going to get after his meltdown... he wakes up immediately gives me a hug and says “I wuv you Auntie Esther “ before I could say a word to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all just another day, but a blessed one indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3518344393754635334-3803771193333104987?l=saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/3803771193333104987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518344393754635334&amp;postID=3803771193333104987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518344393754635334/posts/default/3803771193333104987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518344393754635334/posts/default/3803771193333104987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-day-living-with-three-children.html' title='All In A Day...'/><author><name>Esther Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SiLZZi0X8QI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IlK1OVsSCOY/S220/profile+image.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518344393754635334.post-7500963541865567960</id><published>2009-06-07T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T15:47:27.003-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Norway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays/Celebrate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bangladesh'/><title type='text'>Freedom of the Press / Union Dissolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Freedom of the Press&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since moving to America, there have been the obvious differences in culture. At times I find myself disgusted or shocked by something new and unknown which sends me running towards the familiar. Then there are those times when the US gets it right and I can hold my head up high and be proud of being a part of this astounding country. One of those things is the freedom of press that so many have fought to protect. World Press Freedom Day was May 3, since I obviously missed that one I'm grabbing this opportunity to toot the States' horn. In 2002 there was serious cause for worry as it looked like freedom of the press was taking a serious down turn on a world scale. Now in 2009 the alarm and threat is very real with freedom declining for the seventh year in a row this year. Freedom Houses International Survey studied 195 countries and out of those countries 70 (36%) were rated free (go Norway &amp; US), 61 (31%) are partly free and 64 (33%) are rated not free. In 1999 Bangladesh was declared partly free however looking at the situation now in 2009 it is declared not free by Freedom House. Self censorship is a reigning yardstick for the journalists of Bangladesh. A yardstick which they can choose to measure and restrict their freedom with or choose to be beaten by. For an interesting look into the situation for journalists here's a link to the International Press Review on IPI's website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freemedia.at/index.php?id=232&amp;tx_ttnews[tt_news]=3396&amp;tx_ttnews[backPid]=119&amp;cHash=bb7248fb58"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The same article is also located on Free Media. (the better one if you can link to it)&lt;a href="http://www.freemedia.at/fileadmin/media/Documents/WPFR_2008.pdf"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (page 12)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sobering thought. Please pray for the journalists in your country that they will be guided to truth and that there words will take root into the hearts of the people and effect change. I am interested in whether anyone knows how Bangladesh measures up using the international 10-point standard. Freedom House uses a 5 point standard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Union Dissolution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 7th 164 years ago, Norway dissolved it's union with Sweden. Woo-hoo. I wish my great grandparents were living, I would have loved to sit down and talk to them about what it was like growing up in a country that had just gained it's independence. My great grandmother Karin Margarethe Andersen was born in Fauske, Nordland. She was born June 10, 1892 and died October 13 1985. She married my great grandfather Olaf Ottesen at the age of 19 on August 22, 1919. Great grandfather Olaf was born October 9, 1889 and died August 30, 1959. I've only gotten the privilege to know one of my great grandparents. My grandmother Helga (Masted) Bøe died only 4 years ago but it doesn't seem that long ago. One of my fondest memories was  every evening going over to her house (across the yard) :D and marching around the living room to the theme song of Hogan's Heroes and spending the evening with her. She was born September 4, 1905, died March 8, 2005. Married my Great Grandpa Hans Oli Norem Bøe (who spoke no English when he came to the States!) Grandma Bøe was petite, beautiful, kind, sweet-natured, loving, and had one of the most beautiful smiles I have ever seen. (One I selfishly hope I've inherited j/k) :D God used this beautiful quiet woman to plant the first seeds of my love for grandmothers. I cannot wait to be one. To be an old lady has been a life long goal of mine. I always thought that I would automatically be one like Grandma Bøe, a woman of grace and strength. However after spending a lot of time with older people I realize that the nature that she had does not come automatically with age. Her heart was devoted to God and that changed her entire being. Her years gave her a lot of lessons to learn but the meekness, sweet spirit and kind heart came from continual trust and reliance in our God. I must remember to sit down with my Grandpa John and ask him about his parents Grandmother Karin and Grandpa Olaf. I'm sure I could learn alot from their lives too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3518344393754635334-7500963541865567960?l=saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/7500963541865567960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518344393754635334&amp;postID=7500963541865567960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518344393754635334/posts/default/7500963541865567960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518344393754635334/posts/default/7500963541865567960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com/2009/06/freedom-of-press.html' title='Freedom of the Press / Union Dissolution'/><author><name>Esther Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SiLZZi0X8QI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IlK1OVsSCOY/S220/profile+image.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518344393754635334.post-5613013445970704366</id><published>2009-06-06T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T18:51:46.311-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dapelo kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays/Celebrate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking/Baking'/><title type='text'>Applesauce Cake</title><content type='html'>Thursday was national applesauce cake day, so the kids and I tried our hands at making one. Here are a few pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SixUohpoXLI/AAAAAAAAAHg/k47oMTTNsoU/s1600-h/Applesauce+Cake+%231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SixUohpoXLI/AAAAAAAAAHg/k47oMTTNsoU/s200/Applesauce+Cake+%231.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344739912986418354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SixUzJDwrMI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Nz7VNmjBpVE/s1600-h/Applesauce+Cake+%232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SixUzJDwrMI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Nz7VNmjBpVE/s200/Applesauce+Cake+%232.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344740095363689666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SixU9xh0cQI/AAAAAAAAAHw/0yRxxFInNis/s1600-h/Applesauce+Cake+%233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SixU9xh0cQI/AAAAAAAAAHw/0yRxxFInNis/s200/Applesauce+Cake+%233.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344740278025875714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out really yummy especially after I added the cream cheese frosting, definitely something for the recipe box. After we had fun baking I sat down at the computer and a few minutes later Jacob found me. He walked into the office and proudly announced "Auntie Esther, Auntie Esther I caught myself" So precious! Luckily  I had the camera handy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SixQ59jhWmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/pwQOl4f11o0/s1600-h/I+caught+myself.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SixQ59jhWmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/pwQOl4f11o0/s320/I+caught+myself.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344735814488250978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3518344393754635334-5613013445970704366?l=saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/5613013445970704366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518344393754635334&amp;postID=5613013445970704366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518344393754635334/posts/default/5613013445970704366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518344393754635334/posts/default/5613013445970704366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com/2009/06/applesauce-cake.html' title='Applesauce Cake'/><author><name>Esther Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SiLZZi0X8QI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IlK1OVsSCOY/S220/profile+image.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SixUohpoXLI/AAAAAAAAAHg/k47oMTTNsoU/s72-c/Applesauce+Cake+%231.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518344393754635334.post-3550286410435220392</id><published>2009-06-03T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T12:08:42.958-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays/Celebrate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bangladesh'/><title type='text'>The Start of June</title><content type='html'>I can hardly believe that it's already June! To kick off the month I thought that I would post some silly holidays that Americans have come up with. I find this such a funny thing about American culture that I haven't found in Bangladesh is that Americans come up with the most bizarre things to celebrate. I'v left out most of the wierdest ones but I thought that some of the things would be fun to do with the kids and so here I am spreading the news... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 1 National Go Barefoot Day&lt;br /&gt;June 4 Applesauce Cake Day&lt;br /&gt;June 5 National Gingerbread Day&lt;br /&gt;June 7 Freedom of the Press Day&lt;br /&gt;June 9 National Strawberry Rhubarb Pie Day&lt;br /&gt;June 9 National Iced Tea Day&lt;br /&gt;June 13 Weed Your Garden Day&lt;br /&gt;June 14 Blood Type Awareness Day&lt;br /&gt;June 15 Fly a Kite Day&lt;br /&gt;June 16 National Fudge Day&lt;br /&gt;June 18 International Picnic Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June is also...&lt;br /&gt;Great Outdoors Month (4th week is National Camping Week)&lt;br /&gt;National Iced Tea Month&lt;br /&gt;Potty Training Awareness Month (thought this was relevant since Jake is trying to get potty trained... :D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SibEGb5scII/AAAAAAAAAF4/9AReGsgkf6Q/s1600-h/bare_feet_in_grass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 170px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SibEGb5scII/AAAAAAAAAF4/9AReGsgkf6Q/s320/bare_feet_in_grass.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343173622769676418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday I went barefoot all day celebrating National Go Barefoot Day. It wasn't much different then most other days. Unless I'm going out in a car I'm always barefoot, inside or outside. In Bangladesh most everyone was barefoot, especially the children so it's not to much of surprise that I rarely wore shoes and still shy away from them (unless they're heels or pretty climbing shoes. :D ). As a result my feet are pretty tough. When I went climbing with Phil, Joe and Dave they were always flabergasted that I prefer bouldering barefoot as long as the rock wasn't to hot. I don't know there is just something about feeling the ground beneath your feet. Whether it's out in the garden with the soil seeping through my toes or the hard ground it always brought comfort to my heart. What I love most about going barefoot is it often brings back memories of Bangladesh, running on the little divisions of the rice fields or walking around the mission compound climbing the occasional mango/guava tree. I can't help but think that if God had wanted me to wear shoes he would have created them on my feet and so I continue to grab every moment to shed my shoes and allow me feet to find some freedom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3518344393754635334-3550286410435220392?l=saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/3550286410435220392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518344393754635334&amp;postID=3550286410435220392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518344393754635334/posts/default/3550286410435220392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518344393754635334/posts/default/3550286410435220392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com/2009/06/start-of-june.html' title='The Start of June'/><author><name>Esther Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SiLZZi0X8QI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IlK1OVsSCOY/S220/profile+image.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SibEGb5scII/AAAAAAAAAF4/9AReGsgkf6Q/s72-c/bare_feet_in_grass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518344393754635334.post-8090460395438955193</id><published>2009-05-30T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T08:33:59.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Map to the Blog</title><content type='html'>I've actually made it to a computer to post, I know shocking! I also changed my URL address if you hadn't noticed yet. It is now Saturday Scribbles. I'm hoping it will keep me accountable to writing on here. So every saturday I will write a new post, hopefully more in between but I definitely don't want to be one of those blogger junkies who does nothing but blog everyday. So this will give me some balance. If I find I'm not writing at all, you guys can count on one post per week on saturday. However if I find i'm throwing up multiple posts a day (eek!) then it will be time to chill out the addiction a little and LIMIT the posting to just on saturdays. I also changed the title of my blog to "kjærlighet er skjønnheten av sjelen" which translated is "love is the beauty of the soul". My mother is full norwegian which makes me half and I've always grown up with norwegian culture around me so I'm getting in deeper touch with this side of myself hence the norwegian title. Christ's two greatest commands to us is to love him with our heart, soul and mind &amp; to love people. I've been learning over the last couple years that is the only true beauty within a person. "Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things." (1 Cor. 13:4-7 ESV) This is my goal in life, this is the reason for my being. Living here in Illinois is teaching me continually about loving like this, I pray that my heart, my will and my actions are continually changed day by day as I learn to love this precious family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's a bit of a map to my blog. A couple of my favorite things about this blog is the Celebrations and Projects section. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Celebrate This Month" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Norwegian holidays that I've grown up celebrating or new ones that I've been wanting to learn about.&lt;br /&gt;• Bangladesh celebrations that I've grown up with but mostly haven't invested the time to uphold the tradition.&lt;br /&gt;• Birthdays, Anniversaries, National Holidays etc...&lt;br /&gt;• Events I'm planning on going to and ones that I'm not but bring back memories.&lt;br /&gt;• Any other reason I can think of celebrating, if you can think of anything that would be fun to celebrate it let me know! I'm always looking for new things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;“Projects”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• This section is for crafts, things around the house I need to get done, things I'm learning/want to start learning, gifts etc...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3518344393754635334-8090460395438955193?l=saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/8090460395438955193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518344393754635334&amp;postID=8090460395438955193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518344393754635334/posts/default/8090460395438955193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518344393754635334/posts/default/8090460395438955193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com/2009/05/ive-actually-made-it-to-computer-to.html' title='A Map to the Blog'/><author><name>Esther Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SiLZZi0X8QI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IlK1OVsSCOY/S220/profile+image.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518344393754635334.post-4806140797556511189</id><published>2009-05-27T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T13:41:01.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New place... new resolution...</title><content type='html'>So as you can all see I am absolutely horrible at keeping this blog up, I'm really going to make a conscious effort to bring some life into it. However now that i'm living with my adorable nieces and nephew I feel like I should write down some of the adorable stuff that they are doing. It's not like I don't have enough things to write about, I just never seem to take the time. I always prefer to be out there doing new stuff rather then sitting around writing about the old stuff. So my blog has had a "face lift" with a cute layout from Aqua Poppy (thanks for the tip Mary) and my resolution has been made. Now I doubt that I'll ever be a great and frequent blogger however when I saw my sister Mary put a cute idea up on hers about creating homemade gifts for the first five people who respond I thought that it might not be half bad to try to be more consistent with blogging. I'll re-post her offer later on as soon as I can prove to myself that I can actually stick with this blogging thing. Hello I live in Watseka, IL now I should be able to find the time. That said, guess what I've moved for the summer (maybe a bit longer we'll see). I'm nannying for my sister and brother-in-law, Mary and Joe. They have three beautiful children whom you will hear a great deal about i'm sure. Lily is 4 going on 16, Jacob is 2 (and so far is escaping terrible twos), and my precious goddaughter Hannah is 8 months old. They keep me busy but it's definitely fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3518344393754635334-4806140797556511189?l=saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/4806140797556511189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518344393754635334&amp;postID=4806140797556511189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518344393754635334/posts/default/4806140797556511189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518344393754635334/posts/default/4806140797556511189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-place-new-resolution.html' title='New place... new resolution...'/><author><name>Esther Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SiLZZi0X8QI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IlK1OVsSCOY/S220/profile+image.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518344393754635334.post-280965722128260398</id><published>2008-11-05T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T13:02:30.734-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favorites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scribbles'/><title type='text'>Scribbles #1 ~ Things that make my life sweeter…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SRJGUYRKyLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/66nwgb_HCP4/s1600-h/trinity.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SRJGUYRKyLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/66nwgb_HCP4/s1600-h/trinity.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SRJGUYRKyLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/66nwgb_HCP4/s1600-h/trinity.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SRJGUYRKyLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/66nwgb_HCP4/s1600-h/trinity.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;img align="left" alt="" border="0" height="101" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SRJGUYRKyLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/66nwgb_HCP4/s320/trinity.jpg" style="display: inline; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" width="120" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Trinity Lutheran Church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;1450 W. 7th St., San Pedro, CA 90732&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;(310) 832-1189, FAX 310-832-5258&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trinitysanpedro.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;http://www.trinitysanpedro.org/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;It is absolutely indescribable to convey to you the blessing that his body of brothers and sisters have been to me. They encourage me, uplift me, minister to me, offer me opportunities to serve. This church is a place of safety and love. The love of the Lord is abundant in the people in the speaking of the word, the prayers and the fellowship. Who could ask for a better family of believers?! Call them and/or visit, you will be blessed I promise! Ask for Pastor Nathan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SRJF_Bph1iI/AAAAAAAAAAs/hUobw_sYsnQ/s1600-h/silver+jeans.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;img align="left" alt="" border="0" height="133" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SRJF_Bph1iI/AAAAAAAAAAs/hUobw_sYsnQ/s320/silver+jeans.jpg" style="display: inline; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" width="122" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Silver Jeans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;“Pioneer” bootcut jean; made in supreme soft hand stretch denim with high concentration pure liquid indigo; authentic destroyed wash with vintage ware pattern; features flap back pockets and vintage ware pattern detailing; red label fit with low rise (7 ½”) and slim through hip and thigh with 19” bottom opening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;I have never had a pair of jeans fit so amazingly! I know it totally seems silly after writing about Trinity to include my jeans. But if you ever had the experience of searching high and low and coming up frustrated with every pair you try on, you will know the immense feeling of relief after you find that perfect pair. They fit me perfectly! They aren't to tight or to loose even straight out of the dryer and after several days of wear they don't lose their size or shape. That is truly rare! LOVE THEM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SRJFrwo7MmI/AAAAAAAAAAk/tAHCfaiWH_E/s1600-h/techamphibian+shoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;img align="left" alt="" border="0" height="120" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SRJFrwo7MmI/AAAAAAAAAAk/tAHCfaiWH_E/s320/techamphibian+shoe.jpg" style="display: inline; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" width="134" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Saloman Women's Tech-amphibian Shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Ok Jackie, I know you hate these shoes and think they are ugly. But they are so wonderful to me. Yes they do always look dirty but don't judge it by it's color. It really deserves better. :D They fit in a way that makes my foot sing with joy whenever i think about wearing them. They are perfect for stream crossing since they let all of the water out so fast! they protect my feet from rocks. They stay on my feet when the river wants to take me under. (It has a heel strap to tighten it, since women have narrower heels). So well made! easy to lace up. Great arch support. Perfect for lounging around the camp or putting on in the middle of the night since the heel folds down so naturally and springs right back up when you want it. I could go on... and on... and on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SRM0yBabCPI/AAAAAAAAABU/T235KRQDTbg/s1600-h/on615200-02viv01.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;img align="left" alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SRM0yBabCPI/AAAAAAAAABU/T235KRQDTbg/s320/on615200-02viv01.jpg" style="display: inline; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Old Navy Chenille Lined Zip Hoodie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;You are so warm... so soft... so versatile... so bright and beautiful... My hoodie I do love thee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SRMxYQUOtOI/AAAAAAAAAA8/zAcISUIeBcM/s1600-h/nutella.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="109" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SRMxYQUOtOI/AAAAAAAAAA8/zAcISUIeBcM/s320/nutella.bmp" width="84" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SRMxzbtl-fI/AAAAAAAAABE/MKnaEjvNSeI/s1600-h/nutella1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SRMxzbtl-fI/AAAAAAAAABE/MKnaEjvNSeI/s320/nutella1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="112" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SRMx9uTFnxI/AAAAAAAAABM/sI7OmCKnjvA/s320/nutella2.bmp" style="display: inline; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" width="97" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Nutella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;What more can I say... I would defintitaly take it over chocolate any day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SRM2H8vgbyI/AAAAAAAAABc/XxjpJf8yRP0/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;img align="left" alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SRM2H8vgbyI/AAAAAAAAABc/XxjpJf8yRP0/s320/images.jpg" style="display: inline; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Starbucks Pumpkin Spice Latte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;This is such a blessing to me. It is warmth to my body and my heart AND when you're sitting at Starbucks you can ask it for there. They will give it to you in a mug, no extra charge! Of course you can't take the mug home but it truly makes the experience. As I wrap my hands around it I can really honestly feel the warmth seeping into my spirit. (Thanks Drew for the tip!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SRN_SBMO6tI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ngJxpyGdbwY/s1600-h/guitar.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;img align="left" alt="" border="0" height="138" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SRN_SBMO6tI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ngJxpyGdbwY/s320/guitar.jpg" style="display: inline; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" width="138" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Martin Dreadnaught Guitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Shout for joy to the LORD, all the earth. Worship the LORD with gladness; come before him with joyful songs. Know that the LORD is God. It is he who made us, and we are his; we are his people, the sheep of his pasture. Enter his gates with thanksgiving and his courts with praise; give thanks to him and praise his name. For the LORD is good and his love endures forever; his faithfulness continues through all generations. ~ Psalm 100.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SRM6of8GpuI/AAAAAAAAACE/mbmiK2I-WGs/s1600-h/694900_992Lrg.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;img align="left" alt="" border="0" height="115" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SRM6of8GpuI/AAAAAAAAACE/mbmiK2I-WGs/s320/694900_992Lrg.jpg" style="display: inline; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" width="115" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SRM6vjGgAoI/AAAAAAAAACU/h8sQWjGkT-c/s1600-h/1451148.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="98" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SRM6vjGgAoI/AAAAAAAAACU/h8sQWjGkT-c/s320/1451148.jpg" width="98" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La Sportiva Mythos Rock Shoes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.10 Gambit Stealth Rock Shoes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Wow. Most people are really lucky if they find one pair of climbing shoes that fit them well, I found two and they fit like the tight glove they are supposed to! ok so they may be two sizes smaller then what most of the world would deem natural and healthy but I can stick to anything with these and not just because of the sticky rubber (although they are superbly yummy). I think of these as God's personal gifts to me. I know it may sound silly to all of you non-climbing folk. But these allow me to escape the stresses/worries/concerns of life. I get to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;escape gravity for a moment in time. Stretch my limbs, work those muscles out and be immediately transported into a place of awe at God's magnificent complex and intricate creation... the rocks. I think even God has a special relationship with the rocks of this world. He chose them out of all of his creation. He said that even if people were to stop praising him the rocks would cry out. What an honor. I'm humbled when I'm up on those mighty formations and not just because they can be huge and seem completely immovable, but because of their future calling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SRM6MVbKttI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XF7mc9aVo8s/s1600-h/74_161_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SRM59Wxq_XI/AAAAAAAAAB0/EjQSEaNPTaA/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3518344393754635334-280965722128260398?l=saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com/feeds/280965722128260398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518344393754635334&amp;postID=280965722128260398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518344393754635334/posts/default/280965722128260398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518344393754635334/posts/default/280965722128260398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturdayscribbles.blogspot.com/2009/01/things-that-make-my-life-sweeter.html' title='Scribbles #1 ~ Things that make my life sweeter…'/><author><name>Esther Lee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SiLZZi0X8QI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IlK1OVsSCOY/S220/profile+image.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5XQoL6c4YU/SRJGUYRKyLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/66nwgb_HCP4/s72-c/trinity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
