tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-244850942024-03-23T11:08:03.607-07:00ACROSS THE MILESO Lord my God! when I in awesome wonder
Consider all the worlds Thy hands have made,
I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder,
Thy power throughout the universe displayed:
"My Thoughts,My Views and My Friendship"starryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00250437477875291892noreply@blogger.comBlogger239125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24485094.post-38755815414650372272010-09-17T12:48:00.000-07:002010-09-17T12:51:36.364-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK1iyyFJhLzTPedt1wkkzMnFS2pE97N6jVbt8vzJX-NyYkM34-Sq04Sm4VW08YVW1LbKAlXuzAzJmXKmQ6isLPd8a-PeOAj53HkvKnBV8vavYsp6nkrnURWPe2mKR04Iox-Xan/s1600/twitter_logo.png"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK1iyyFJhLzTPedt1wkkzMnFS2pE97N6jVbt8vzJX-NyYkM34-Sq04Sm4VW08YVW1LbKAlXuzAzJmXKmQ6isLPd8a-PeOAj53HkvKnBV8vavYsp6nkrnURWPe2mKR04Iox-Xan/s200/twitter_logo.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517972448232241890" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">FRIDAY'S TWEET</span> <br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br />When courage fails, tears help ease the pain</span>.<br /><br /><br />Sorry I have not blogged or stopped by any of the blogs.I will get back soon, have not been feeling too well.Had a CAT scan yesterday,have not got the results yet, hoping something can be done.Thank you all for stopping by.starryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00250437477875291892noreply@blogger.com40tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24485094.post-35334430158744277962010-08-27T09:28:00.000-07:002010-08-27T09:49:51.994-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgwWm0Kg7fvL8fgAEtsm-5bTDXeW-EZSp4DYucZ7L1GCGYmXgVQTCkRxGtEuvqOe-JYkn9PLN8qHwvsaShIzzLPs69QQoNh_RgNtbjczLyZyfy1vF8KSrmkIYZ4fWT2V8KxJnB/s1600/The-Happiness-Project.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgwWm0Kg7fvL8fgAEtsm-5bTDXeW-EZSp4DYucZ7L1GCGYmXgVQTCkRxGtEuvqOe-JYkn9PLN8qHwvsaShIzzLPs69QQoNh_RgNtbjczLyZyfy1vF8KSrmkIYZ4fWT2V8KxJnB/s200/The-Happiness-Project.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510132307224779906" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">FRIDAYS BOOK REVIEW</span><br /><br /><br />I just finished reading "The Happiness Project" by Gretchen Ruben.In this book she dedicates a year for her happiness project, each month she tackeled a new set of resolutions.There are a lot of books on happiness on the book shelves but i found this book easiest to understand and may be she does address a lot of the things that trouble me.I have always been in search of happiness, I read over and over again that it is inside me and around me and that I don't have to go to the other side of the earth to find it, but did not know where to start.My daughter handed this book to me and said"Mom I think you will love this book".She was right because I could not put it down.<br /><br /> In this book she talks aboput the differences between goals and resolutions and also one has to start with "ME" , then others around you may change for themselves also.Like Gretchen I also have to find ways to eliminate bad feelings generated by snapping, being overly sensitive, not forgiving and also also givng myself an excuse for that behavoiur because I am always in pain.I do want to develop into a light hearted, kind and happy spirit,I know it is not going to be easy but small steps is all I need to take and make a resolution to stay with it.<br /> <br /> This book is a good read because it gives you tips and scenarios to help you understand better.I also learned that contrary to some belief that money can buy you happiness if used wisely.This book has inspired me to do my own happiness projest.I hope you guys will come aboard with me.starryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00250437477875291892noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24485094.post-30138745418181989892010-08-16T11:21:00.000-07:002010-08-16T11:36:42.084-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFUSx1ZQ-9ENRcFIZ_E9a04FcwCk3R9Ch7NT9t8lfd0EsNif_BjAxsJWh3tYE21Zan0sRR6mwcsKYmHABBcOe833flmyncc8d6MlSuL6o8ZSXy1YEZXkDJNBElqm0Q5FBmW8Lx/s1600/20100630-thing-called-love.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 199px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFUSx1ZQ-9ENRcFIZ_E9a04FcwCk3R9Ch7NT9t8lfd0EsNif_BjAxsJWh3tYE21Zan0sRR6mwcsKYmHABBcOe833flmyncc8d6MlSuL6o8ZSXy1YEZXkDJNBElqm0Q5FBmW8Lx/s200/20100630-thing-called-love.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506078287605752514" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">What is love</span><br /><br />I came across this phrase "Love doesn't make the world go round. Love is what makes the ride worthwhile"<br /> Franklin P. Jones<br /><br />The more I read it , it began to make sense and I asked myself "what is Love" I think this question has been asked so many times and used so often that the true meaning has been lost along the way.I think that you don't love a person because he loves you ,love has to felt and experienced.Love enhances and bonds a relationship.I feel that there has to be a lot of tolerance and acceptance to love and also you cannot create love by always finding the negative traits in a person.some have more negative traits and some have more positive traits, if we focus on the positive we can overlook the negative.<br /><br /> There are so many different kinds of love.A love between mother and child is unconditional and cannot be bought it has to be felt,a romantic love is deep and enduring,where as an affectionate love is what we feel towards friends and family.Love changes with relationships but it does help us live a better life.No matter how hard the journey I think it the love shown that helps us through .I think in my life it is the love from family and friends that has made the journey so far worthwhile .<span style="font-weight:bold;">Do you feel the same way? How would you describe Love?</span>starryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00250437477875291892noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24485094.post-72538204441369234442010-08-11T13:30:00.000-07:002010-08-11T14:17:07.094-07:00<span style="font-weight:bold;">LIFE</span><br /><br /><br />Life is but a cycle every so many years<br />Starting out as infants without a care in the world.<br />Then came childhood with its innocence and grace.<br /><br />The teen years brought rebellion, a life without fear<br />and acne on your face.<br />Involved with becoming our own<br />We could not wait for the years to go on.<br /><br />Then came twenties,college,fun times,parties and all<br />Followed by a time to settle down,raise a family and <br />set an example for your own.<br /><br />The thirties flew by,with no time to spare<br />So much to do,no time to prepare.<br />The forties were upon me without a thought.<br />Filled with obligations and worries<br />with no time for self doubt.<br /><br />Then I got sick,life almost came to a stop<br />The years have gone by I sure missed a lot.<br />The children have grown,have a life of their own<br />"J" still beside me weathering the storm.<br /><br />Hopefully the next cycle will bring a new life<br />So we can travel,go to the movies and do all the things<br />we have put on a shelf.<br /><br />each day brings renewed hope, even though I miss the early years a lot.starryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00250437477875291892noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24485094.post-64456232049223196862010-07-05T14:52:00.000-07:002010-07-05T15:17:55.583-07:00<span style="font-weight:bold;">GOOGLE SEARCH STORIES</span>S<br /><br /><br />There are some neat google search stories that started out as an advertisement, now you can create your own over <a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/SearchStories">here</a><br /><br />I thought I would share the one I made with you my blogging friends.Go ahead and make one for yourself also.<br /><br /><br /><object width='425' height='344'><param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/v/08h-Lb3VQYQ&hl=en_US&fs=1&'></param><param name='allowFullScreen' value='true'></param><param name='allowscriptaccess' value='always'></param><embed src='http://www.youtube.com/v/08h-Lb3VQYQ&hl=en_US&fs=1&' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' allowscriptaccess='always' allowfullscreen='true' width='425' height='344'></embed></object>starryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00250437477875291892noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24485094.post-54373712293375411362010-06-29T08:29:00.000-07:002010-06-29T08:34:22.925-07:00<span style="font-weight:bold;">TUESDAY'S TWEET</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS0zab9-GgJLwerkmVVbOfK0Eu3o8BJuV_LlXXbZ1iuqu1eUOZ0NZpX_CozSeibyCHcNB-iPAQBisqWL3FwdVMLCyH0ScXXgIEvhR6G70vHlH5Di9C6oizTCe6_PYbBdOb0kmD/s1600/twitter-logo.png"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 128px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS0zab9-GgJLwerkmVVbOfK0Eu3o8BJuV_LlXXbZ1iuqu1eUOZ0NZpX_CozSeibyCHcNB-iPAQBisqWL3FwdVMLCyH0ScXXgIEvhR6G70vHlH5Di9C6oizTCe6_PYbBdOb0kmD/s200/twitter-logo.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488218475342597090" /></a><br /><br />Tiny hands<br />scribbled notes<br />presents wrapped<br />memories of birthday's<br />painful at times<br />yet happy to set free.starryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00250437477875291892noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24485094.post-38142754141529148392010-06-23T08:02:00.000-07:002010-06-23T08:11:57.417-07:00<strong>WEDNESDAY'S WORD</strong><br /><br /> <strong> WHITE</strong><br /><br /><strong>Green (Algeria) and White(USA)<br />Are in for a fight<br />The winner may go on <br />the looser will go home.<br />May the best team win.</strong><br /><br /><br />This is really an exciting match.starryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00250437477875291892noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24485094.post-50057660570636226222010-06-21T07:59:00.000-07:002010-06-21T08:38:57.297-07:00<strong>OUR FRAGILE MIND</strong><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OgXKf9nkRow&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OgXKf9nkRow&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />I saw the movie "Shutter Island" yesterday,I think it was an awesome movie and so did "J" .It did start out a little slow but kept you at the edge of your seat.It made you realize how fragile the mind was and how easy it is for a person to live two different lives and to think it is real.I think even in our daily lives we sometimes do and think things that are not real and we believe it is.It is very easy to get caught up and make it real and believe it too that it may make people around you believe.<em></em> think often as children we have make believe characters and stories and believe them, but as we grow older we know better and do not believe those things,It is a disease when even as an adult you fail to seperate the two.<br />For those who have not seen this movie I recommend it.I am unable to go to the movies so was happy to see it on video.starryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00250437477875291892noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24485094.post-19583203739864528032010-06-19T08:49:00.000-07:002010-06-19T08:57:47.463-07:00TRIBUTE TO MY FATHER ON FATHERS DAY<br /><br />Fathers day is a day of commemoration and celebration of Dad. It is a day to honor your father. Happy Fathers Day To All The Dads in the world.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">When I think of my father<br />I remember a man of small stature, soft spoken<br />A silent provider, immaculately dressed<br />Shoes shining bright.<br />Always reading a newspaper, smoking a pipe,<br />Occasionally playing the Harmonica,<br />Watching wrestling matches into the wee hours<br />of the night.<br /><br />I saw love in his eyes<br />Always giving without compromise.<br />A man of few words, confident and fair<br />Even though he was always away<br />I knew he still cared.<br /><br />Proud of his children, and<br />he went to great lengths<br />To give us what we needed depriving himself.<br />He taught me the things in life that<br />I needed to know.<br />He was the tower of strength, source of love<br />Even in the midst of my imperfections and pitfalls<br />He accepted me and helped me grow.<br /><br />I remember the train rides to and fro<br />And helping me with my home work because<br />I did not know.<br />He was a man who enforced discipline<br />Yet lenient in some<br />My mothers best friend<br />Who was there to the end.<br /><br />I am sad that he is no more<br />But he lives in my heart<br />He will always be remembered<br />Not only today but forever .<br />I am honored to have known this man<br />I wish you were here Dad.<br /><br /></span>starryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00250437477875291892noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24485094.post-82310687808696244512010-06-15T11:12:00.001-07:002010-06-15T11:40:20.687-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqHC1gq_xyVeEzCvab08WgyR_WvjuCkE_vE-76UEw8Wv7y4xdasourJm4CpyRwbuL15DhudnNvBM2eAF9WBdAUexIbYVgjF6htZZO2mxpb38jPmYR4z05k-7KYtA2xhfH8QeFY/s1600/twitter_logo.png"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqHC1gq_xyVeEzCvab08WgyR_WvjuCkE_vE-76UEw8Wv7y4xdasourJm4CpyRwbuL15DhudnNvBM2eAF9WBdAUexIbYVgjF6htZZO2mxpb38jPmYR4z05k-7KYtA2xhfH8QeFY/s200/twitter_logo.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483071367423154050" /></a><br />TUESDAY'S TWEET<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-8pkhyphenhyphenKjT2QIWDuoSdVN1ysjvP2lb5YuPir3XBSEy_UtmefVLIieINprO3ZKRKCb9OjQUVksGz8VjHhFi8-AtL0pZpxcP7dLo0UWyN00WGb7HVMaYFyEIN-oC45kCk_3_aUI-/s1600/2037098785_c81a855bf2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-8pkhyphenhyphenKjT2QIWDuoSdVN1ysjvP2lb5YuPir3XBSEy_UtmefVLIieINprO3ZKRKCb9OjQUVksGz8VjHhFi8-AtL0pZpxcP7dLo0UWyN00WGb7HVMaYFyEIN-oC45kCk_3_aUI-/s320/2037098785_c81a855bf2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483071077949236226" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />D<span style="font-weight:bold;">rill Baby Drill was the chant we all heard<br />There is a big mess, will the clean water be restored.<br />Wildlife poisoned, livelihood destroyed <br />All for the love of really cheap oil.<br /><br />Pellicans, fish,seagulls and birds<br />Soiled and oiled they wash up on shore<br />even after a clean up, no where to go.<br /><br /> <br /><br />responsibility we must take<br />To see that there is no mistake<br />when we drill on land or sea<br />we think of others and just not me.<br /><br /><br />we resist Goverment regulation<br />we resist public transportation<br />Gas guzzling vehicles we all want to drive<br />we want cheap oil,that off shore drilling provides.<br />There is so much blame to pass around,<br />we have seen it happen, now we have to learn.</span>starryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00250437477875291892noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24485094.post-6444845995839269152010-06-11T08:50:00.000-07:002010-06-11T09:18:29.074-07:00<span style="font-weight:bold;">WORLD CUP FEVER</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEittZVzPOd-UyucHX7dnpG1rgmmM6XsECUAZL2p1pKcyEP_sAdSlpR-GXuaMUvf_GI3HVeLHD4_7FnVeaoyecglYnc8yaTX_xoHOe0za0KFGmql6onDbR274AGmwWsUM80yny74/s1600/world+cup.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEittZVzPOd-UyucHX7dnpG1rgmmM6XsECUAZL2p1pKcyEP_sAdSlpR-GXuaMUvf_GI3HVeLHD4_7FnVeaoyecglYnc8yaTX_xoHOe0za0KFGmql6onDbR274AGmwWsUM80yny74/s320/world+cup.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481544230895788706" /></a><br /><br />Differences set aside,countries comes together<br />Teams dressed in colors<br />Show case their talent<br />Once in a lifetime opportunity for some<br />prayers said, medallions held<br />To be the team that emerges the winner.<br /><br />Across the stands, a sea of color<br />spectators buzzing like bees<br />traveled by air, land and sea<br />painted faces,waving flags<br />children inspired .<br /><br />Referees running<br />legs flying<br />heads knocking<br />A goal scored<br />fans in an uproar .<br /><br />For some defeat, hopes destroyed<br />dreams unfulfilled.<br />For others, lessons learned<br />sportsmanship earned<br />still time to be the best team that wins.<br /><br />I love soccor.starryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00250437477875291892noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24485094.post-41666166383339884892010-06-08T12:46:00.000-07:002010-06-08T14:43:41.141-07:00<span style="font-weight:bold;">TUESDAYS TWEET</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1X0HsdbLahjHIgI_qQ7aXa5d2IA0EwiVaEMk3HfR7bFpXDxXrJ8LjcZ-pt3seOkbVEjElIzgz-F2Hv7zxUyjIx-YcL_9YGq_MUOUwwAzBMU8mAyxXFkSaakn1o4fZMadBW5IC/s1600/designreviver-free-twitter-social-icon.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 178px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1X0HsdbLahjHIgI_qQ7aXa5d2IA0EwiVaEMk3HfR7bFpXDxXrJ8LjcZ-pt3seOkbVEjElIzgz-F2Hv7zxUyjIx-YcL_9YGq_MUOUwwAzBMU8mAyxXFkSaakn1o4fZMadBW5IC/s200/designreviver-free-twitter-social-icon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480519851660453154" /></a><br /><br /><br />In between a busy day he<br />Takes time off ,drives me to the doctor<br />comforts, re assures and cares<br />Thank you for always being there.<br /><br />Had a doctor visit today,it was a really long day, lots of traffic and in the end I did not get to see the doctor because he was doing some procedures at the hospital.I took some pictures from the car of the city .thought I would share them.<br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLdUeIu_IJPzriM2SOHj098ge3TW7ByBTNrNhggfQV3RrAZS9r6LU5AXgBFkpHLbTwNFemCAPsfFe8zoKHWTlS1xhqMy192AR8cZ2fc7LnH3mss_Ltr-WO_Xg3FSkKQPrAr89D/s1600/DSC01359.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLdUeIu_IJPzriM2SOHj098ge3TW7ByBTNrNhggfQV3RrAZS9r6LU5AXgBFkpHLbTwNFemCAPsfFe8zoKHWTlS1xhqMy192AR8cZ2fc7LnH3mss_Ltr-WO_Xg3FSkKQPrAr89D/s200/DSC01359.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480518160084604178" /></a><br />A Mercedes Taxi Cab.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWmP0XNbQmsIbKqfei4z7a8E6A897s7U7avbrJm9PfQQxFZNglNr1MEO3JfWbctq0i8ovd4d1inEk1PXHCPgGORPyCuWVCpttZhLhgdM6th0r8bRR6gAtPo2NL4nqwu0fl8GkT/s1600/DSC01357.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWmP0XNbQmsIbKqfei4z7a8E6A897s7U7avbrJm9PfQQxFZNglNr1MEO3JfWbctq0i8ovd4d1inEk1PXHCPgGORPyCuWVCpttZhLhgdM6th0r8bRR6gAtPo2NL4nqwu0fl8GkT/s200/DSC01357.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480518144184828818" /></a><br />A nice small cute home, not all the houses in Beverly hills are mansions.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHU9iYD8oOadE-uGmp6WUhwSI8iGWp_YaYsIp6kRI2TtSlfRUrzvVsfSyRM_aYHwl92HgpFYjDp2DFe5XkSKp3bMvEY1M33UKFE7WHwbSi1le_mREcyqjE9V2uPsJvRZUfs9rJ/s1600/DSC01353.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHU9iYD8oOadE-uGmp6WUhwSI8iGWp_YaYsIp6kRI2TtSlfRUrzvVsfSyRM_aYHwl92HgpFYjDp2DFe5XkSKp3bMvEY1M33UKFE7WHwbSi1le_mREcyqjE9V2uPsJvRZUfs9rJ/s200/DSC01353.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480512849749748914" /></a><br />Love the beautiful trees<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh77JYXTdyeXz1UJVVvsifYrKhdWnYKFpepQEKOg_TPpxJAbCpt6QRPNz8X_wXoaZiwW1uNwkIBMgwjj_gHaWtuPK-_AfpZ6BHrIN8Q3pbbfoAXyPMI006KHAASHhya7tSCGoOt/s1600/DSC01354.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh77JYXTdyeXz1UJVVvsifYrKhdWnYKFpepQEKOg_TPpxJAbCpt6QRPNz8X_wXoaZiwW1uNwkIBMgwjj_gHaWtuPK-_AfpZ6BHrIN8Q3pbbfoAXyPMI006KHAASHhya7tSCGoOt/s200/DSC01354.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480512559412611282" /></a><br />$8/hr to park here...quite steep!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWYwfWQSFX8K7DXHCndPYQS1Va2ocp-48Vh7vh0-WlrBgA_KcgKu9Pe2__SXZQkj5uCKp5oqFz3shQCNkgiKzx-KfOoT5-0UMXeFEVtJkH3WR8SxpfB4Q1Mvkwr2nm37d-80LB/s1600/DSC01351.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWYwfWQSFX8K7DXHCndPYQS1Va2ocp-48Vh7vh0-WlrBgA_KcgKu9Pe2__SXZQkj5uCKp5oqFz3shQCNkgiKzx-KfOoT5-0UMXeFEVtJkH3WR8SxpfB4Q1Mvkwr2nm37d-80LB/s200/DSC01351.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480512191898328706" /></a><br />A beautiful apartment building<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyw7n0aqR3s8sQgRQB7f9JKEOW-125CGcO1N0RdWilbHKM_0Yh-VYBbM1SGZu6sEgwbv-AThtHRvT31Z7bUZXnjqO6bfB4jbyv118j4roI2iSiwj_6uW-hYwBHOkOWA8Yn7cuw/s1600/DSC01345.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyw7n0aqR3s8sQgRQB7f9JKEOW-125CGcO1N0RdWilbHKM_0Yh-VYBbM1SGZu6sEgwbv-AThtHRvT31Z7bUZXnjqO6bfB4jbyv118j4roI2iSiwj_6uW-hYwBHOkOWA8Yn7cuw/s200/DSC01345.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480511894839256146" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4381jSGKb1xCaaZOVgXVJ5Ygf48wgmi0wky_DR4JAtT81BDPC2cOt_z1y6Mg6l4IBjYLXFp1tl5tlGXFysDeN5G_MBzD_u36XFidB1uGTjGC2Abp2df30_9qyQOcxFp871cPD/s1600/DSC01356.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4381jSGKb1xCaaZOVgXVJ5Ygf48wgmi0wky_DR4JAtT81BDPC2cOt_z1y6Mg6l4IBjYLXFp1tl5tlGXFysDeN5G_MBzD_u36XFidB1uGTjGC2Abp2df30_9qyQOcxFp871cPD/s200/DSC01356.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480511662729522098" /></a><br /><br />A street in Beverly hills lined with beautiful purple flowers<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizZ18H4yK57nmXuoUCO-OgURu8WFgt6kyHMrpS-29C-9UU6i34JQfGOKmjEMEroh9T2sOCs_ZQFyjThn8FfWNAJ_lEhG1dbAxLTQYcWEGPAs2JIevGIsK4tAWfrhUEqXVPIEJC/s1600/DSC01344.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizZ18H4yK57nmXuoUCO-OgURu8WFgt6kyHMrpS-29C-9UU6i34JQfGOKmjEMEroh9T2sOCs_ZQFyjThn8FfWNAJ_lEhG1dbAxLTQYcWEGPAs2JIevGIsK4tAWfrhUEqXVPIEJC/s200/DSC01344.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480511296680578514" /></a><br /><br />A view of the civic center<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEbaA8nvuM7bJxNyWhHGcdpFc654MXZ5Locl48uQQ6-3YIdCU8TUyUp8BUM8NywP3V9sQWuee_6yXVZ1Rz1d6vLgJ2QA0__K0a9caiJTVwAliAhvqygM8W-SIPO9hzHEFrhKab/s1600/DSC01341.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEbaA8nvuM7bJxNyWhHGcdpFc654MXZ5Locl48uQQ6-3YIdCU8TUyUp8BUM8NywP3V9sQWuee_6yXVZ1Rz1d6vLgJ2QA0__K0a9caiJTVwAliAhvqygM8W-SIPO9hzHEFrhKab/s200/DSC01341.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480510981634453026" /></a><br />An Ad for the farmers market<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd0gO4829NGOArzpVUYaZI1mitZgcngnXR7i4NpETW61Ww97qgu_ReCRQJS1jcZFsmwsAK3GHNnnJFQy2MoCRwJL8AFIDNwEQHkGjTjQzvfhqq5RZ4rlxx347GR0USR4uX0akv/s1600/DSC01337.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd0gO4829NGOArzpVUYaZI1mitZgcngnXR7i4NpETW61Ww97qgu_ReCRQJS1jcZFsmwsAK3GHNnnJFQy2MoCRwJL8AFIDNwEQHkGjTjQzvfhqq5RZ4rlxx347GR0USR4uX0akv/s200/DSC01337.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480510617407237954" /></a><br /><div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9WNBH_hl_svqwZBgNFJHcnP3SAUVmFCmGPkwgmQ9v6qgIHpCP2kBhO0NB00tk7GyNDM1PYRldglGnflfIOcUMUxHN0vSCJ3XHMUbmDBZAt-NdcadPA3-9KIJzsyqSsSCzK69Y/s1600/DSC01332.JPG'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9WNBH_hl_svqwZBgNFJHcnP3SAUVmFCmGPkwgmQ9v6qgIHpCP2kBhO0NB00tk7GyNDM1PYRldglGnflfIOcUMUxHN0vSCJ3XHMUbmDBZAt-NdcadPA3-9KIJzsyqSsSCzK69Y/s320/DSC01332.JPG' border='0' alt='' /></a> </div><br /><div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxIO7M5vYPhtZ1Lk2NOEmx-ZR4mTAzQA3ZHdj42RIdcqm8m345kI6gxBYnEtLNkumY4LrFVmd95zrvZi7hpF6KatupfxIv3NVcVlVLV-6oELQPW8_Qeoff3-YEyS-MpoehWTys/s1600/DSC01334.JPG'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxIO7M5vYPhtZ1Lk2NOEmx-ZR4mTAzQA3ZHdj42RIdcqm8m345kI6gxBYnEtLNkumY4LrFVmd95zrvZi7hpF6KatupfxIv3NVcVlVLV-6oELQPW8_Qeoff3-YEyS-MpoehWTys/s320/DSC01334.JPG' border='0' alt='' /></a> </div><br /><div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjURC5CHaadkj2NdVAhGaGh9KiqogETvscnjC5IFQ0dhFtzvPtwD4jgDp3AHvP5T_R9s3w0JtiKO7hyMZNE7oSFV62vNgUDKcH1nb8DFOIU4TN-W1pD3Hr2il_yvDHbXoQcvncz/s1600/DSC01335.JPG'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjURC5CHaadkj2NdVAhGaGh9KiqogETvscnjC5IFQ0dhFtzvPtwD4jgDp3AHvP5T_R9s3w0JtiKO7hyMZNE7oSFV62vNgUDKcH1nb8DFOIU4TN-W1pD3Hr2il_yvDHbXoQcvncz/s320/DSC01335.JPG' border='0' alt='' /></a> </div><br /><div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAQplYW9EivJcQoPMT9JrU5wu1kfO2Nn_SKUEeksDZH6GHWaNk6VB2WpSDFxC00xEKFvCDGIpWLlReiTN1Vyuf_3fOd1C1X3E0BgRU8diHy3lNZRN3BVlyRSpdgyyisfhekmVn/s1600/DSC01336.JPG'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAQplYW9EivJcQoPMT9JrU5wu1kfO2Nn_SKUEeksDZH6GHWaNk6VB2WpSDFxC00xEKFvCDGIpWLlReiTN1Vyuf_3fOd1C1X3E0BgRU8diHy3lNZRN3BVlyRSpdgyyisfhekmVn/s320/DSC01336.JPG' border='0' alt='' /></a> </div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>starryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00250437477875291892noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24485094.post-91295363879846013742010-06-06T14:00:00.000-07:002010-06-06T14:02:04.772-07:00<strong>Don't rely on someone else for your happiness and self worth. Only you can be responsible for that. If you can't love and respect yourself - no one else will be able to make that happen. Accept who you are - completely; the good and the bad - and make changes as YOU see fit - not because you think someone else wants you to be different.” </strong> Stacey2005 Stacey Charter quotestarryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00250437477875291892noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24485094.post-281516891018652502010-06-03T18:30:00.000-07:002010-06-03T18:42:47.577-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5_lbbibU7jUjqnsY_S4RJUSJt6ajGuqY480tlh1NT0JOwoT1Ag-KEPCSjGWG2gqrLAb7nRQNizHU-feVQiep_195rfLQTv-O4Sr4-ViSK7e76hr7fpHmDOVSKFGSbyKHkjTuo/s1600/xxx+007.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5_lbbibU7jUjqnsY_S4RJUSJt6ajGuqY480tlh1NT0JOwoT1Ag-KEPCSjGWG2gqrLAb7nRQNizHU-feVQiep_195rfLQTv-O4Sr4-ViSK7e76hr7fpHmDOVSKFGSbyKHkjTuo/s320/xxx+007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478727783433941234" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtXeeSCJwZglYwGs3WMa_vR6fN7KVRM3CtQ7Mtrju-oO4TC6WnfWIL4eJLJ4QYikpfT1WwQYOGIx-9ThvFtdKpcmeMiebMMkP5bRduMQQlxAAVw4I15zEXxdDpTN1kaBI8EqMH/s1600/xxx+008.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtXeeSCJwZglYwGs3WMa_vR6fN7KVRM3CtQ7Mtrju-oO4TC6WnfWIL4eJLJ4QYikpfT1WwQYOGIx-9ThvFtdKpcmeMiebMMkP5bRduMQQlxAAVw4I15zEXxdDpTN1kaBI8EqMH/s320/xxx+008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478727776032132402" /></a><br />I HAVE A BROKEN HEART<br /><br />Ok I literally don't have a broken heart but a heart that is misbehaving.does not want to follow a pattern but do what it pleases.I dont have any chest pains or anything serious but sometimes I just have a sinking feeling when it skips a beat.I think my heart is enjoying all this good weather we are having and just feels like skipping around.Went to the cardiologist on Tuesday and I have an event monitor on.it is recording all my heart beats and then will send the information to the doctor via blue tooth technology.I was impressed with the device.I have posted a picture to show you what it looks like. this is my second day with it on and may have to have it on for another day or untill the doctor says it has to come off.so I am just resting at home watching tv and I watched a movie "Wake up Sid" which was really good and had a happy ending.to all my friends have a good weekend and thanks for stopping by.starryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00250437477875291892noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24485094.post-34045509838466104022010-05-25T14:49:00.000-07:002010-05-25T14:51:03.884-07:00<span style="font-weight:bold;">MY STIMULATOR</span><br /><br /><br />Electric pulsations throughout<br />sometimes uneasy,jittery ,feelings of distraught.<br />But makes me feel less pain<br />helps me regain some of the day that is left and not be in pain.starryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00250437477875291892noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24485094.post-33798644831859781712010-05-12T20:28:00.000-07:002010-05-20T10:10:23.949-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxpd8T3FNDZUara62dsJHjqsL3LrJ3-2uHvC-K0yDR10-7SbJmhrkfIraZsSLG9Qk0FmF_HUDVRbsZn9EqULXTpxgW7je6QoV2b1SARtq27ny6tj0KYsJYAowzr7WIpf2uONQv/s1600/question-mark.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxpd8T3FNDZUara62dsJHjqsL3LrJ3-2uHvC-K0yDR10-7SbJmhrkfIraZsSLG9Qk0FmF_HUDVRbsZn9EqULXTpxgW7je6QoV2b1SARtq27ny6tj0KYsJYAowzr7WIpf2uONQv/s320/question-mark.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473400586069071074" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />I was tagged by<a href="http://whitemagpieflights.blogspot.com/"> White Magpie</a> to do the following tag.<br /><br />THE "IF" Tag<br /><br /><br /><strong>If I were a month.....</strong>I would have to pick the month of JUne.because it is the month of my birth, the first day of summer starts in June and also, most schools close in June so it is often a vacation month.<br /><br /><br /><strong>If I were a day of the week</strong>....I would have to pick Friday.I always loved Friday just because it was the end of the week,when I was a child I loved fridays because ther was no school on saturday.Now I am glad because "j" will be home on saturday.<br /> <br /><strong>If I were a time of day....</strong>It would have to be 5.30 am because it is the time that "J"wakes me up,its the time of day that we have coffee together and have some quality time. <br /><br /><strong>If I were a season....</strong>I would be winter because without it there would be no spring.<br /><br /><strong>If I were a planet....</strong>I would be earth.nothing comes close to the planet earth with all its beauty and life.<br /><br /><br /><strong>If I were a sea animal...</strong>I would be a dolphin.I think they are cute and harmless<br /><br /><br /><strong>If I were a direction....</strong>I would be East for obvious reasons.<br /><br /><br /><strong>If I were a piece of furniture....</strong>I would be a bed because when my back hurts too much I find refuge in my bed.<br /><br /><br /><strong>If I were a liquid.....</strong>It would have to be water.No life without water.<br /><br /><br /><strong>If I were a tree....</strong>I would be an Oak because it is big and strong.<br /><br /><br /><strong>If I were a tool....</strong>I would be a wood cutter because you can carve out many shapes and build so many things.<br /><br /><br /><strong>If I were an element....</strong>Being a woman it would have to be Gold.<br /><br /> <br /><strong>If I were a gemstone......</strong>A diamond indeed,<br /><br /><br /><strong>If I were a musical instrument....</strong>I would be a flute.I love the beautiful sound of the flute,it is very peaceful.<br /><br /><strong><br />If I were a color.....</strong>It would have to be blue, because I love the blue skies.<br /><br /><strong>If I were a emotion.....</strong>It would have to be Joy.<br /><br />If I were a fruit...It would have to be a Mango.Because I love mangoes<br /><br /><strong><br />If I were a sound...</strong>It would have to be the sound of Music, because music soothes the soul.<br /><br /><strong><br />If I were a car.....</strong> it would have to be a BMW because I think it is a cool car to drive.<br /><br /><strong>If I were food.......</strong>it owuld have to be rice, because I love rice and I think it is a food widely available and feeds a lot of people, the rich and the poor.<br /><br /><strong>If I were a taste.....</strong>It would have to be sweet.I have a sweet tooth and love sweets <br />.<br /><strong><br />If I were a scent....</strong>It would have to be Jasmine.I love the smell of jasmine<br /><br /><strong>If I were a pair of shoes.....</strong>It would have to be a pair of leather shoes with a soft sole.<br /> <br /><strong>If I were a bird....</strong>It would have to be an eagle,to soar across the skies . <br /><br /><br />I am going to tag<a href="http://prsrblog.blogspot.com/"> Priya</a> and <a href="http://deepasayz.blogspot.com/">Deepa</a> and <a href="http://rinksnbitts.blogspot.com/">Renu</a>starryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00250437477875291892noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24485094.post-30390201707291852872010-05-04T08:54:00.000-07:002010-05-04T09:27:52.347-07:00<OBJECT id=BLOG_video-b6af37bddf4ee31c class=BLOG_video_class width=320 height=266 contentId="b6af37bddf4ee31c"></OBJECT><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong>AND THE BIRDS SING</strong><br /><br />On this bright,and sunny spring morning<br />I wake up to hear the birds sing.<br />I think to myself,no matter where or what<br />The birds begin their day with a song in their hearts.<br /><br />Each bird sings in their special way,<br />sometimes they are just echoing the way.<br />Without worrying what the others have to say.<br />Yet when we listen, there is no chaos,<br />Each sound is distinctive and clear<br />It all depends on what we want to hear.<br /><br />And the birds sing.starryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00250437477875291892noreply@blogger.com34tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24485094.post-76795723040436990732010-04-27T13:15:00.000-07:002010-04-27T21:35:42.268-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCMM8fIhy8LUH90pggNId6R_wT8Y7m3Zp7ZAtvmDsegHw8IWJaXeXrvwbC70XmkwpOoWwfiCGtWt9DlL_tqiVUeZ1TKHcclXX2wRY9AAptechDzV-MYnQcKUtMQG0ib7U3fftY/s1600/CarbonNeutral.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" 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<strong>MY BLOG IS OFFICIALLY CARBON NEUTRAL.</strong><br />
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<strong>I recieved this email..........thank you so much for participating in our initiative and making your blog carbon neutral! Your tree will be planted this month by the Arbor Day Foundation. The scheduled start plant date was Monday, April 19 and the trees will be planted by a contracted crew. The roads are being plowed, all contracts solidified, and twelve shipments of 150,000 seedling each are being assembled. We thank you for the support!</strong><br />
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There are still some trees looking for a sponsor. So if you know some people who have a blog or website, pass it on and we'll make their blogs carbon neutral too! <a href="http://www.kaufda.de/umwelt/carbon-neutral/how-you-can-join/">click here</a> <br />
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Best,starryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00250437477875291892noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24485094.post-65294286737692225832010-04-25T08:15:00.000-07:002010-04-25T08:15:22.069-07:00EARTH DAY<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHLHGfSkXNgok9TDQSBwj6-Z0qkOinWTgXFyurXm1tztzcLOx1uHr0jx0cueplNLOKQ-3wIAxAda8Lc49xHyvF_vZk1F1GNOeJg0DfMySvX9n0SRLy2oGqrNDJtTmGbPXecL5b/s1600/trees_mem_planes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHLHGfSkXNgok9TDQSBwj6-Z0qkOinWTgXFyurXm1tztzcLOx1uHr0jx0cueplNLOKQ-3wIAxAda8Lc49xHyvF_vZk1F1GNOeJg0DfMySvX9n0SRLy2oGqrNDJtTmGbPXecL5b/s320/trees_mem_planes.jpg" tt="true" /></a></div>In honor of earth day I would like a tree planted to make my blog carbon neutral.According to <a href="http://www.kaufda.de/umwelt/carbon-neutral/1-tree-1-blog-how-it-works/">Alexander Wissner </a>just planting one tree per blog can help the planet.So many trees have been destroyed in fires over the years and have not been replanted.Here is how you can <a href="http://www.kaufda.de/umwelt/carbon-neutral/how-you-can-join/http://">participate</a>starryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00250437477875291892noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24485094.post-57399053586462153672010-04-20T11:46:00.000-07:002010-04-20T11:46:04.021-07:00<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQL_6BUONKB_qiQTT9OIjcstcUscpxfIArTd1m7W5ZF9hQSZ7Im5rz-yY22F1EZfaw5iX38GLkZ4-pcHmBBPnNLv0g10oUEUiLv93W8cdtoP7fDNqgbLoNlfprnExUZUnCxz8-/s1600/DSC01132.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQL_6BUONKB_qiQTT9OIjcstcUscpxfIArTd1m7W5ZF9hQSZ7Im5rz-yY22F1EZfaw5iX38GLkZ4-pcHmBBPnNLv0g10oUEUiLv93W8cdtoP7fDNqgbLoNlfprnExUZUnCxz8-/s400/DSC01132.jpg" width="400" /></a> </div><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: 0% 50%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /></div><br />
This is what I see lying on my bed.<br />
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SPRING<br />
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I look out of my window<br />
And what do I see<br />
Yellow and red flowers staring back at me.<br />
I see the blue sky over the hill<br />
There is no wind ,the leaves are so still.<br />
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I hear the birds chirping<br />
heralding the morn.<br />
I see the rabbits scurrying<br />
after munching on the lawn.<br />
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It is a beautiful day outside,<br />
And I am glad to be alive<br />
Even if most of my days are spent inside.<br />
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Everything awakens for this season.<br />
The cold winter rest brings new reason.<br />
I love Spring.starryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00250437477875291892noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24485094.post-12127827921067618482010-04-09T12:38:00.000-07:002010-04-09T12:39:49.103-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNb8nlETffdP-jzp9YAnaKABKy8wmyjTAz-qYS4jiVOfGHWEXl7_SRtmsvEopDfC2REvPM_8zw5PIRsePRkn1a9ZLlMOBB1gcoNaeWnYC84DjS3_M7xTwuYEpMqLokvHtbAQYE/s1600/apple-ipad-tablet-computer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNb8nlETffdP-jzp9YAnaKABKy8wmyjTAz-qYS4jiVOfGHWEXl7_SRtmsvEopDfC2REvPM_8zw5PIRsePRkn1a9ZLlMOBB1gcoNaeWnYC84DjS3_M7xTwuYEpMqLokvHtbAQYE/s320/apple-ipad-tablet-computer.jpg" wt="true" /></a></div><strong>Is it a Slate, is it a phone,is it a page? No it is my IPad</strong><br />
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"J" walks in with this little bag from Best buy, I immediately say to myself "I wonder what he has bought this time". He opens the box and hands me the IPad. I hold it in my hands, look it over and then I am immediately transported back in time. It is the begining of the school year,my mother was really busy, there were books to be bought and new clothes to be stitched.My older brothers would be busy covering their books with brown paper and fixing nice colorful labels on the front of the book.I was just happy with my slate.<br />
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To me the slate was like an never ending book,you could write and draw and at the touch of an eraser you could start over, it was magical.I remember writing my name on the wooden frame and carefully putting it into my school bag,sometimes I would come home crying because my slate was broken,or sometimes it was because it was stolen,but I did love my slate. I would spend a lot of time sitting in a corner,slate propped on my knees writing and drawing.<br />
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Today I felt I was holding my slate in my hand again,it is the same size and shape and to me everything about it is magical.At the touch of my finger I can make things appear or disappear and I can also flip the pages as if it were a book.It is just so exciting.If only my mother were alive to see this,she would understand why I am so much in love with the Ipad. Thank You "J" for getting this for me.<br />
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I pick up my Ipad, put it in my bag and I feel I am on my way to school.starryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00250437477875291892noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24485094.post-61214818312591593082010-04-01T13:26:00.000-07:002010-04-01T23:04:45.913-07:00<strong>MORALITY</strong><br />
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"J" and I had this serious discussion this morning about morality.he posed this questions to me." Should Judgement be based on motive or outcome"?<br />
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For example he says. 'A.... drives recklessly on a road but does not kill or hurt anyone but B drives recklessly but kills or hurts someone, should they be judged the same way. we may say that A did not hurt anyone but B did, but in the end the motive to drive recklessly was the same.How would we judge them.<br />
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<strong>As usual I am stumped and don't know the correct answer DO YOU?</strong>starryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00250437477875291892noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24485094.post-15627821423885416442010-03-25T16:43:00.000-07:002010-03-25T16:53:25.956-07:00MORNING HAS BROKEN<br />
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At the break of dawn he stirs me up<br />
Wake up, he says it is early morn.<br />
My eyelids are heavy, I cannot open them up<br />
The spirit is strong, but my body says sleep on.<br />
After an enduring few minutes, the heavy eyelids lift<br />
I see that the morning sun has risen ,the room is well lit.<br />
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Are you up he calls<br />
Come over and sit<br />
by the computer , so that we can just sip.<br />
The aroma of the coffee awakens me more<br />
The thought of him waiting for me, takes me to the door.<br />
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Together we sit, coffee cups in hand<br />
As he reads out aloud the news of the land.<br />
From the New York times, then spanning the globe to India today.<br />
He looks at me and says, this is the best time of the day<br />
I would not want it any other way.<br />
I agree, silently nodding my head.<br />
It is time well spent,even if I had to get out of bed.<br />
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I think to my self, it is well worth the less sleep.<br />
just to sit by him and follow the news,<br />
sometimes its a game of trivia or hangman<br />
sometimes it is just listening to a tune.<br />
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I am just fortunate enough to spend some time with him,<br />
before he hits the freeway ,and is gone for the day.starryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00250437477875291892noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24485094.post-33848787564275486322010-03-16T09:06:00.000-07:002010-03-16T09:06:54.343-07:00<b>IS LOVE A CHOICE?</b><br />
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It was a very quiet day sunday,"J"and I had nothing much to do, one of those lazy, daisy days.we were tired of watching movies so we decided to just talk,he came upon a very interesting theory, saying that love is a choice.It is each one of us who decides whether we love the other person or not.sometimes knowingly and sometimes not.I was taken aback because I never ever thought of love like that.I always thought people fell in love.So he posed another question."What do you think happens when there is an arranged marriage? don,t you think the person makes a concious decision to love the other person even though they are strangers?" I thought about it for a while and then I asked him "Did you fall in love with me or choose to love me?" To this he replied."would you feel better if I told you I just happenned to fall in love with you versus I chose to love you."<br />
I said "I don,t know". what do you think ? <b>would you feel better if some one said they hand picked you from all the peole in this world to love or that by chance they just happenned to fall in love with you."</b>VERY PERPLEXEDstarryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00250437477875291892noreply@blogger.com31tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24485094.post-75579660127623747732010-03-08T12:20:00.000-08:002010-03-08T12:20:38.565-08:00<b>INTERNATIONAL WOMANS DAY<br />
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</b>"We must not, in trying to think about how we can make a big difference, ignore the small daily difference we can make which, over time, add up to big differences that we often cannot foresee"<br />
Marian Wright Edelman, American Activist, Families in Peril"<br />
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<b>HAPPY WOMANS DAY TO ALL<br />
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