tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25010650942481243422024-03-13T08:41:40.167-07:00song of sixpence~Miss Kate~http://www.blogger.com/profile/03972479829728513170noreply@blogger.comBlogger85125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2501065094248124342.post-14482339576948220102012-06-26T08:29:00.000-07:002012-06-26T08:29:11.526-07:00Wordpress - I'm still alive!Hello!<br />
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I AM still alive... annnnnd blogging! You can find me<a href="http://allthingsworking.wordpress.com/"> HERE....</a> and my newest post<a href="http://allthingsworking.wordpress.com/2012/06/26/a-quick-outreach-plan/"> here</a>. <br />
So yes. I am alive, and very well. With biiiiiiig life changes. Seriously. Check out the 'about' page to see the biggest development. ;)<br />
Kate-~Miss Kate~http://www.blogger.com/profile/03972479829728513170noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2501065094248124342.post-10411840623797575982011-10-21T14:56:00.000-07:002011-10-21T14:58:01.539-07:00'I've just got to take a hike!'<br />
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">So you determine to go. <em>Over-the-ridge-and-into-the-valley.</em> Just to slaughter mundane</span>.<br />
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Little things - in the ruins of what once must have been a landmark on the main road. And now it's gone. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"> Cattle always are more then willing to pose - this fellow particularly so ~</span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Here's his timeline of <em><span style="font-size: large;">popcorn-and-soda consumption</span></em>, while he watched me clamber around the old barn and foundations. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"> ~It was rather be-musing.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">This is where Kate decided to try to improve her ability to use the timer on her camera. And because she was spending quality time with the<span style="font-size: large;"> foundation</span> of an old house, it quickly became morbid. <em>Her advance apologies</em>. And she'll now come out of third-person.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Even brown is eye-catching...</span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> <em><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Later on,</span></em> after I had hiked myself out, I sat down on an old and hollow log to spend some time with the scriptures. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">[Kate-has-been-learning] Beauty comes in the littlest things. <3</span></div>
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<span class="short_text" lang="cy"><span class="hps"><span class="hps"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> <span style="color: #444444;"> Luke-warm tea</span></span></span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444; font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> <span style="font-size: small;">[please tell me I'm not the only one who does this. please.]</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> <em>The mad burst of energy right as you walk on stage</em></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #444444;"><em> Working.</em></span><span style="color: #444444;"><em><strong> Hard.</strong> </em></span><span style="color: #444444;"><em>Truly, this is part of great happiness.</em></span></span></span><br />
<em><span style="color: #444444; font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> <span style="color: #660000;"> </span></span><a href="http://pinterest.com/"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Pinterest</span></a><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></span></em><br />
<em><span style="color: #444444; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> [^this is getting to be an addiction... :wink:]</span></em><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><em> <span style="font-size: x-large;"> Living fully.</span></em></span><br />
<em><span style="color: #444444; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"> For HIS Glory.</span></em><br />
<em><span style="color: #444444; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">Sincerly,</span></em><br />
<em><span style="color: #444444; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"> Me ~</span></em><br />
<em><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Link up to<span style="color: #134f5c;"> </span></span><a href="http://thecupcakedictionary.blogspot.com/2011/09/le-happy_30.html"><span style="color: #660000; font-size: x-small;">'Le Happy' here</span></a><span style="font-size: x-small;"> - thanks to Jocelyn!</span></span></em>~Miss Kate~http://www.blogger.com/profile/03972479829728513170noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2501065094248124342.post-23617211528500297432011-09-30T10:46:00.000-07:002011-09-30T10:47:14.398-07:00'You can see... twees...'<span style="font-size: large;">Oregon.</span> <em>The after-effects remain.</em> <br />
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After an <u>Americano.</u><br />
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<em>And Chocolate</em>.<br />
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So... here's the on-the-spot overview from the trip - and my bestie, Scout - and I don't <strong>always</strong> get that hyper. :<em>wrysmile:</em><br />
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<em>Claimer: (Making fun of me for this video is allowed)</em>~Miss Kate~http://www.blogger.com/profile/03972479829728513170noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2501065094248124342.post-25270043093248628832011-09-28T11:16:00.000-07:002011-09-28T13:40:43.394-07:00sticky notes <em><span style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">A stack of Sticky notes - from my life...</span></em><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><em><span style="font-size: large;">Dear Exhaustion</span>:</em> You are hardly welcome. I never realized how tired until I nearly fell asleep - listening to </span><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7RWEllqh5J0"><span style="color: #b45f06;">rap</span></a><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: #b45f06;">.</span><span style="font-size: large;"> Loudly</span>. Yes, you read that right, Mr. E. On the couch at someone else's house, too. You may go away. xoxo</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><em><span style="font-size: large;">Dear Figment</span>:</em> You are loved. Because of you, I won my first <em>writing contest!</em> And much as I love my offspring, it <strong>didn't deserve it</strong>. O_o (You can read it here - </span></span><a href="http://figment.com/books/131288-Flight-to-Candyland"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">'Flight to Candyland'</span></a><span style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">) But anyway. You're sweet.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><em><span style="font-size: large;">Dear Autumn:</span></em> I'm beginning to fall in love with you. <em>Not for your chilly temperatures and chapped hands</em>, but for what else you bring - a reenactment dance by candlelight. A kindly captain who let me <span style="font-size: large;">captain his sternwheeler. </span><span style="font-size: small;">O_o A bike ride with my sister on Blennerhassett Island. <em>The county fair.</em> A gospel meeting and a jovial preacher. </span><span style="font-size: x-small;">(Who is staying with us right now, in my vacated room.)</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em><span style="font-size: large;">Dear Uglyful Princess:</span></em> You were the most disgustingly horrible character I have ever played, but I have to thank you. For teaching me that <span style="font-size: large;">true humility</span> isn't hiding behind other's talents, but being willing to be ridiculed, if it's for the right cause. <span style="font-size: x-small;">(And I fail at this. Seriously.)</span> <em><span style="font-size: large;">Because it's not about me.</span></em> And remember - things aren't always what they <strong>seem</strong>. :laughing: And of course, for giving me a chance to wear stage makeup that involves warts.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"> <span style="color: black;"> 'No, Mom! I don't want home-made warts! I need <em>store-bought</em> ones!'<br /> ^ The discussions in this house remain very <strike>normal.</strike></span></span></blockquote>
<span style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">(Dear everybody else - if you aren't familiar with the skit 'the <em><u>Uglyful Princess'</u></em>, it is on Youtube.<strong> :woundedvanity</strong>: A huge round of applause for my fellow crew - we only had two weeks to put this together, and they deserve much credit for what they did - cheers!</span><span style="color: black;"><br /></span><br />
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~Miss Kate~http://www.blogger.com/profile/03972479829728513170noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2501065094248124342.post-26026283507907451982011-09-02T18:02:00.000-07:002011-09-02T18:10:37.832-07:00~Oregon~<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RPyASu5Y-rE/TkMwdbRulNI/AAAAAAAAB-8/_t83OXHS8gk/s1600/584.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RPyASu5Y-rE/TkMwdbRulNI/AAAAAAAAB-8/_t83OXHS8gk/s400/584.JPG" width="300" /></a> <span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Oregon.</span> A land that has captured my heart, and refuses to release it. It's been hard to write this. Not because there's so little to say, but because there is so much.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Let me explain. No, that will take too long.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em>Summing up</em></span>. Two penpals. A fallen-through plan to meet. Sadness. Girlish chatter. An idea. A mention in passing. A stunning father's <strong>blessing</strong> and approval. Packing. 4 o'clock in the morning. Flying. Best Friends. <span style="font-size: large;">Living</span>. On my Own. Loving it.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>On My Own</em> <span style="font-size: small;">There's something about traveling alone that makes you <em><strong>realize who you really are.</strong></em> What you're willing to accept and what you're simply not going too. This was a week away from my family, away from everything I've ever known. There was no one to be directly accountable too, and that was tough. It was even tougher because several of the people I respect <span style="font-size: large;">strongly </span>disapproved of this venture. But hard things are <strong>good</strong>.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">The Coast Was</span><span style="font-size: small;">. One word simply isn't enough. It was white waves and great silent rocks and hidden rip-tides. </span><span style="font-size: x-small;">{much to my great interest - and yes, I really <strong>did </strong><em>almost</em> drown. It was great fun!} </span><span style="font-size: small;">It was <strong>skipping</strong> down the beach singing 'What do you do with a Drunken Sailor' <em>at the top of our lungs. </em>It was reenacting the Phantom of the Opera in an echoing cave. It was <span style="font-size: large;">climbing</span> to the top of every rock in sight. It was walking <em>miles</em>, deep in discussion, with the water kissing our feet. It was lying flat on your back on a dune,<em> <span style="font-size: large;">listening to the silence that is never still</span>.</em></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Singing Horse Ranch </span><span style="font-size: small;">was golden in the sunset and smelled of <em>sagebrush and wet pines.</em> It is the home of the well-acclaimed author, Lynn Miller, his wife, daughter, cattle, and draft horses. I slept in the rustic-ly adorable <span style="font-size: large;">sheep-herder's wagon,</span> and it seemed like home. Heading to the wagon, the stars were brilliant over-head, and they were the same as in Ohio - only a million times more <strong>brilliant. </strong>Several of the draft horses woke me early in the morning - they have <span style="font-size: large;">hooves</span> the size of dinner plates, and one can hear tale. <em>:wink:</em> I wish I could have spent more time on the ranch - but I know one thing. I can't forget ranch life, and <em>someday - Lord help me, someday, I'm going back.</em></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>Time ~</strong></span></em> with Scout was marvelous. Time to sit on the steps of 'my' wagon and wink tears away, looking at the snow-covered mountains, and <span style="font-size: large;">discuss the future</span>. Time to sing every 50's song - Mrs. Miller has the patience of a Saint. :wink: Giggling over Basil Rathbone, trying on <em>every </em>hat in her <strong>gigantic </strong>collection - 'girly' time I never get to have at home. Americanos - <span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>more then one</em></span>- dancing the 60's <span style="font-size: large;">'Twist' </span>on the beach - it was unforgettable. Oh, and <em>photo shoots</em>. Maybe the most important part. :laughing: </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br /></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Oh my. </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><span style="font-size: x-small;">:stares around her in horror:</span></em></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #444444;">This blog looks rather um... unpleasant, doesn't it? o_O <span style="font-size: xx-small;">{read: icky}</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">After a nearly three month 'leave', I'm back, and ready to 'whip this place into shape', as my grandmother would say.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Georgia;"> <span style="font-size: large;">And it's been a <em>wonderful</em> summer.</span> </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Yes. It was a very refreshing break, but it's time to forget summer vacations and get back to work - so <span style="font-size: large;">please</span> bear with me over the next week, as I set this place to rights, and get ready for this next year of blogging!</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Have a lovely day! {And thank you for not <strong>entirely</strong> giving up on me...}</span><br />
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~Miss Kate~http://www.blogger.com/profile/03972479829728513170noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2501065094248124342.post-75717251964784984332011-06-21T12:13:00.000-07:002011-06-21T12:13:00.185-07:00{this moment}<span style="font-size:85%;">{this moment} -A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember. If you're inspired to do this yourself, comment with your link below! <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620384121823927042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lM7nHRkp8Rs/Tf-dlKqPmwI/AAAAAAAABxg/NLRrNvLTbso/s400/067-1.JPG" /><br /></span>~Miss Kate~http://www.blogger.com/profile/03972479829728513170noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2501065094248124342.post-79565681426378386302011-06-20T13:09:00.000-07:002011-06-20T16:52:05.702-07:00:right now:<span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>right now, i am... <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620452581804598162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvGJprtBKMU/Tf_b2D9j45I/AAAAAAAAByM/XhVeeeaYDbI/s400/042-1.JPG" /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">:picking:</span></strong><span style="font-size:100%;"> black rasberries. and blueberries. and gooseberries. and currents. our kitchen is beginning to look like a berry explosion at the moment.<br /><br /><strong>:realizing:</strong> that life is hard. that it's not easy, and it hurts, and - well, it hurts.<br /><em>but...</em><br /><br /><strong>:also realizing:</strong> that real life is - real. and that it's a million times better then the imaginations of a six year old. that while some is hurting and painful, some is brighter and more beautiful then i ever dreamed!<br /><br /><strong>:understanding:</strong> what l. m. montgomery meant, when she said... "those who can soar to the highest heights can also plunge to the deepest depths and the natures which enjoy most keenly are those which also suffer most sharply."<br /><br /></span><br /><div><span style="font-size:100%;"><strong>:adoring:</strong> this amazing two-tone hydrangea, from our front yard. {more photos from this shoot should make it on the blog soon...} </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></div></span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QHTfeyxpd5s/Tf_clC_Ao2I/AAAAAAAAByc/ovNEldMszj0/s1600/021-1.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620453388996092770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QHTfeyxpd5s/Tf_clC_Ao2I/AAAAAAAAByc/ovNEldMszj0/s400/021-1.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><strong>:playing:</strong> 'georgiana' from the pride and prejudice soundtrack. it's definitly the hardest piece i've ever attempted [thrilled], because i am now...<br /><br /><strong>:finished with:</strong> 'secret life of daydreams'. finally. such a breath-taking piece.<br /><br /><strong>:aggravated:</strong> that i still don't have a header in! if anyone is just dying to give it a try - go right ahead and contact me. ;)<br /><br /><strong>:loving:</strong> iced coffee. night breezes and dark nights with the windows open. sing arias to the scarlett tanagers and the goldfinches.<br /><br /><strong>:giggling:</strong> because I recently called a <em>chickadee </em>a chipmunk. on a test. thankfully, i erased it time. {rolls eyes}<br /><br /><strong>:awed:</strong> by this russian dervish dance, from </span><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JPzYuFI_B7I"><strong><span style="font-size:100%;">riverdance </span></strong></a><span style="font-size:100%;">{click}<br /><br /><strong>:transforming:</strong> a wool skirt into a kilt. epicness. {pictures coming soon!}<br /><br /><strong>:looking for:</strong> a really good, 'real' camera. someday, Lord willing, someday<em> soon</em>!<br /><br /><strong>:singing: </strong>a lot.<br /><br /><strong>:thankful:</strong> for a wonderful life, and a Father to Lean upon! All glory to Him!<br /><br />Until next time...</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Kate~*</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"></span>~Miss Kate~http://www.blogger.com/profile/03972479829728513170noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2501065094248124342.post-43008682888632638242011-06-19T18:19:00.000-07:002011-06-19T19:20:09.617-07:00Unintentional Intentions [Guest Post]<em><span style="font-size:78%;">[Kate speaking here: I'm so excited to be featuring this guest article by</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></em><a href="http://www.goodgirlwriteway.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"><em><span style="font-size:100%;">Allison</span> </em></span></a><em><span style="font-size:78%;">- this is one of those articles you won't forget. One that so definitly needs to be said, in todays world of 'casual dating' & 'emotional purity'. </span></em><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Bravo!</span></em><em><span style="font-size:78%;"> ]<br /></span><br /></em><span style="font-size:85%;">Guys, I hate to let you in on this secret of the female mind, but let me just tell you: If you spend any amount of substantial time with a girl who you believe to truly just be “a friend”, then it’s already too late. She’s already thought about it, wondered about it, and more than likely spent a good amount of time praying about whether your intentions will go beyond anything other than this friendship you’re in. That’s pretty much just how most of our minds work. And let me tell you, I don’t enjoy it one bit. It’s not fun to hang out with a guy on and off for a while and have relationship thoughts creep up slowly at the back of your head, nudging your doubts on and prolonging the agony. Does he like me? Does he not? Does he really just see me as a friend? WHY is he not seeing that I like him? Maybe he just enjoys being single. Maybe I’m not his type in the slightest. Maybe it’s the color of my hair. Maybe the way I dress...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 217px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620108871032079538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E2T_REhDEgk/Tf6jPdjjhLI/AAAAAAAABxA/H8p325kQI8U/s400/paper_heart__by_naduss.jpg" /><br />Pathetic as this may seem guys, a girl will think this at one time or another in her life, like it or not. And since I’m not a guy, I unfortunately can’t add my thoughts about what goes on in their mind when hanging out with a girl and after weeks and weeks, are still utterly content to be simply friends and nothing more. Maybe you agonize over it the way we do, or have doubts or fears. Maybe you really do enjoy being single where you are in life... and probably until most of us ladies get married, the male mind will still remain elusively hard to figure out. There will of course be times when one or both of us will NOT think those thoughts of wondering, but instead wonder if we’re giving off the wrong impression and are making the other person think we’re interested in them, when we’re not. That’s equally hard. What a balance! On one hand, as either a guy or a girl, you can’t be too forward, or too laid back. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Too forward, Allison, really? Yes. I’d wholeheartedly recommend you don’t do this the first time you meet a girl, as it will seriously creep her out:<br /><br /><em>Girl</em>: Hi, I’m Jessica. What’s your name?<br /><em>Guy:</em> MynameisBobWowyou’reamazingwillyoumarryme??<br /><br />Whereas you can go to the far extreme and probably still be single at 40, by your own doing:<br /><br /><em>Girl:</em> You know Bob, we’ve been friends for the past 15 years and hung out exclusively every single weekend and you’ve never even looked me in the eyes. I’m starting to wonder if I should marry Harry, since he just asked me again for the 11th time.<br /><em>Guy:</em> Fifteen years? That’s all?<br /></span><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M9kprh6FXv4/Tf6n6Pdlm_I/AAAAAAAABxI/EvvCI7weDAY/s1600/broken%2Bheart%2Bpaper.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 373px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620114004029840370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M9kprh6FXv4/Tf6n6Pdlm_I/AAAAAAAABxI/EvvCI7weDAY/s400/broken%2Bheart%2Bpaper.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">So now you need to assess your perhaps unintentional intentions. You may have no intentions whatsoever to this girl, or quite a few girls you hang out with all the time and seem to be best of buds with, or you may secretly like one of them, and just.... I don’t know... haven’t wanted to ask? Haven’t wanted to ruin a perfectly good friendship? Face rejection? Put forth the money and time it may take to date someone seriously? Because, yes, it can sometimes be expensive. You may get rejected. You may have to not spend as much time with your other girl friends, and that would be sad. Every guy has his reasons, and I commend you for those if they’re honorable. But let me just let you know that you may one day wake up and that girl will have given up all hope of you ever noticing her, or becoming more than friends. One day you may wake up, and find out that you’ve been mistakenly hurting someone’s feelings, or unintentionally showing emotions and certain actions and affections that only someone who is interested in a girl would show. Maybe you’ll wake up and realize you don’t want to be single forever. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Whatever your reasons, I encourage you to stop, sit down, and <strong>evaluate </strong>every single relationship, deep or not, that you, as a guy, have with each girl you know.<span style="font-size:130%;"> Is it honorable?</span> Are you taking their feelings into account? Are you leading them on unintentionally? You may be surprised to find that you are not. And then again... you may find that you are. You can do it! It’ll only benefit you in the long run. Adventure awaits!<br /><br /><em>[Allison J. Filkins is the author of several articles and the young adult novel, The Amazings. She lives and works in Colorado Springs, CO, and dances, writes, and rock climbs in her spare time.]</em></span>~Miss Kate~http://www.blogger.com/profile/03972479829728513170noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2501065094248124342.post-18414795090062035162011-06-16T18:06:00.000-07:002011-06-17T11:04:35.772-07:00If only it could speak...<em>...what marvelous tales it might tell.</em><br /><br /><em>The Past:</em> <span style="font-size:85%;">I can see him so clearly.... the Appalachian culture hasn't changed much in the years. I can see this interprising young man, building himself a castle in the valley. His name is forgotten, but I can see him - see him choosing the piece of land by the county road, building himself a house, digging a well, building his barn with his own hands, pegging it together, then trying the newer and popular invention, the <span style="font-size:130%;">nail</span>. And he is gone, but he has left a legacy.</span><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">fffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffeeeeeeffffff</span> .haymow.<br /><br /></em><em></em><em><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619226298119933106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wH9DxPi7td4/TfuAi9P4zLI/AAAAAAAABwI/88fTdkZawwI/s400/027-1.JPG" /><br /></em>The Present:<span style="font-size:85%;"> The county road is rutted and forgotten - the forest has almost taken back it's own. The house is gone, the <span style="font-size:100%;">wild roses grow</span> where the fields once were. Nothing is left but the barn. And haunting memories, that I will never know, but that I can<strong><em> feel</em></strong>.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">fffffffffffffffffffffffeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeffff</span> .grey skies and empty rafters. </em><br /><br /><em><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619227261550999794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hzC3iiQtZSo/TfuBbCTwOPI/AAAAAAAABwQ/E9jjXw7XE5s/s400/082.JPG" /></em> <em>:snaps back to the present:</em> <span style="font-size:85%;">Forgive my rambling. There's something wonderful about the forgotten barn that is below our ridge, in the valley. And I cannot bear for it to be forgotten and left to the grapevines and birds</span>. <span style="font-size:85%;">So, the other day, I took the camera, and shot a few shots. I really wish I was a <span style="font-size:100%;">better photographer</span>. It's worthy of a better photographer then I.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">ffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffeeeeeeef<em><span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:85%;">.beams and rafters</span>.</span></em></span><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619239683411575554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u554Srrx_KM/TfuMuFWGgwI/AAAAAAAABwY/X_AzeOny06k/s400/064-1.JPG" /><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee</span><em>.details.</em><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><em><span style="color:#333333;"></span></em><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619208677786587730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_SJ_0pmVxes/TftwhUZDElI/AAAAAAAABv4/DqkiERWLQfY/s400/079-1.JPG" /><span style="color:#333333;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">ffffffffffffff</span></span></p><span style="color:#333333;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">fffffffffeeeeeeeeeef </span>{I did risk my neck for a few of these. Don't let Mum know. ;)}</span><br /><span style="color:#333333;"><br /><br /></span><span style="color:#333333;"></span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dRIvbI0oBhs/Tftwgp2CbQI/AAAAAAAABvw/lS3b000moW0/s1600/008-1.JPG"><span style="color:#333333;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619208666365455618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dRIvbI0oBhs/Tftwgp2CbQI/AAAAAAAABvw/lS3b000moW0/s400/008-1.JPG" /></span></a><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">ffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffeeeefffffff</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;color:#333333;">.in one frame.<br /></span></em><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 703px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 375px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GNh5GSclWmU/TfpeRigwwTI/AAAAAAAABvM/LEGC2I9j0Ow/s912/2011-06-15.jpg" /> <span style="font-size:85%;">Tis all for today. Thank you for putting up with my<span style="font-size:78%;"> [not-so-amazing]</span> shots, and somewhat ridiculous rambles. ;) It just seemed right, for these early summer days. </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size:85%;">May your day be blessed!</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:130%;">Kate~*<br /></span></p><br /><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size:85%;">[P.S. Remember the <strong>:right now:</strong> post, from Monday? Would that be a good 'regular feature'? What do you think?} </span></p>~Miss Kate~http://www.blogger.com/profile/03972479829728513170noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2501065094248124342.post-15774939362519007222011-06-15T13:12:00.000-07:002011-06-15T10:11:47.999-07:00the girl behind the blog...<span style="color:#ffffff;">ffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff</span>{self-portrait}<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 459px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617492709419776242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pwJ6-K2zlfA/TfVX20FP-PI/AAAAAAAABqo/EBWH7VOWxz0/s400/055-2.JPG" /><br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;">Hm... I think I need to re-write my 'about me' - what do you think? It's rather ridiculously out-dated. Yes?</span>~Miss Kate~http://www.blogger.com/profile/03972479829728513170noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2501065094248124342.post-54077608930455553442011-06-13T08:26:00.000-07:002011-06-13T10:24:30.115-07:00:right now:<strong><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 641px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 393px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-6a-thcSBPGg/TfZE-KgD9GI/AAAAAAAABrE/iklZPh44ecw/s1024/Recently%252520Updated2.jpg" />Right now, I am...</strong><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><strong>:saying:</strong></span> goodbye to strawberries and peonies, and 'hello' to blueberries and roses.<br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>:sewing:</strong> a bohemian skirt. the scraps are as gorgeous as the skirt. see photo #2.<br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>:playing:</strong> 'secret life of daydreams'and 'mrs. darcy' from the 'pride and prejudice' soundtrack. captivating.<br /><br /><strong>:apologizing:</strong> for the terrific mess around here. it won't be for long, promise.<br /><br /><strong>:excited:</strong> about a trip to oregon. about meeting my best friend in person, for the first time. about seeing the pacific. that her parents offered to take me, for a week. [amazing people]<br />but...<br /><br /><strong>:nervous</strong>: because i'll be flying out alone. yet it's a good nervousness.<br /><br /><strong>:loving:</strong> going barefoot. long walks in the moonlight. peonies. clean sinks. photography. being outdoors.<br /><br /><br /><p><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-3XtxPJBbVbY/TfZDa1BXf3I/AAAAAAAABq8/radlpLlKYt8/s1024/Recently%252520Updated1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 661px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 313px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-3XtxPJBbVbY/TfZDa1BXf3I/AAAAAAAABq8/radlpLlKYt8/s1024/Recently%252520Updated1.jpg" /></a><br /><strong>:listening too:</strong> luciano pavoratti. such a unbelivable and pure voice. one of the very few true singers the modern world has known. vivere!<br /><strong></strong><br /><br /><br /><p><strong>:laughing:</strong> at myself. because i've been home alone all morning, and haven't stopped talking to myself. the entire time. and yes, occasionally answering myself. ;)<br /><br /><strong>:working:</strong> outside. a lot.<br /><br /><strong>:finding:</strong> a new dream. because what i thought was meant to be wasn't. because what used to be enough wasn't enough. because dreams are not meant to be forever.<br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>:understanding:</strong> what anne meant, when she said.. ' i'm not a bit changed - not really. i'm only just pruned down and branched out. the real me - back here - is just the same.'<br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>:over-using:</strong> the word 'cute'. because i can.<br /><br /><br /><br /><p><strong>:thankful:</strong> for a holy and righteous God, who bears with his children. and for his Love.<br /><strong></strong></p><br /><br /><br /><p><strong>:wishing you a splendid week, whatever it may hold!:</strong></p>~Miss Kate~http://www.blogger.com/profile/03972479829728513170noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2501065094248124342.post-43679920964453058712011-06-09T09:13:00.001-07:002011-06-12T14:01:43.236-07:00My Heart's Cry...<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">fffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff</span>i never write poetry. </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">ffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff</span> </span><em><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;">ever.</span><br /></span></em><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">ffffffffffffffffffffffffffft</span> <span style="font-size:130%;">yet,</span> the other evening, this came to me. at 1 in the morning. </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">ffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff</span> <span style="font-size:130%;">so here it is</span>.</span><br /><br /><br /><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617432334075790898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmxJgGf_9Ls/TfUg8gZhhjI/AAAAAAAABpo/HYBtq7zMI-I/s400/tumblr_lkpmd1LXKv1qbgo5so1_500.jpg" /> </p><br /><p>Teach me of my calling, to spread my wings and fly,<br />to flutter through the air, and dream of by-and-by,<br /><br />To see the skies myself, to see that azure blue,<br />to see what others meant, when they spoke of brilliant hue.<br /><br />Give me wings to fly! My heart cannot stand still,<br />I see a plain before me, with meadows, rocks, and rills.<br /><br />I know it won't be easy, when I first hop off my limb,<br />that tortures dark and gruesome, will come before the end,<br /><br />But am I made to stay here? Oh no, it cannot be,<br />the call is to discover, God's work he has for me.<br /><br />And if I am to sing, and send a call so free,<br />or serve a nest of birdies, whatever it may be,<br /><br />Well, here's my heart and here's my wings, and<br />here's my struggling soul,<br />Teach me to fly among the stars, then safely lead me home.<br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/154/76B74457C963344BEF614F264EF9A76F.png" /></a><br /><em>[ Keep an eye out - I've got several posts that will be out shortly, and a blog make-over in the process. So. Excited!]</em></p>~Miss Kate~http://www.blogger.com/profile/03972479829728513170noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2501065094248124342.post-33852804816736123422011-06-08T08:20:00.000-07:002011-06-08T10:48:27.431-07:00Burning the Midnight Oil...<em>The house is dark and quiet, everyone else is asleep. Is it not perfect time to study?</em><br /><br /><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615871071974499986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jpc0g-53Zhg/Te-U_F1uppI/AAAAAAAABpA/4SIgNzjwVlI/s400/051.JPG" /> <span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;">This week marked the beginning of the </span><a href="http://www.biblebee.org/"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;">National Bible Bee</span></a><span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"> for our family, as well as 5628 other contestants. It equals out as...</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#333333;"><em>12 weeks + 800 memorized verses +competition = So many blessings! </em></span><span style="color:#333333;"><br />But I'll admit it. It's been a very stressful year. Memorizing is a wonderful thing to do, but thirteen a day is a lot. When you have other responsibilities as well. <em>::needs to catch up</em>:: So, I took last night to get caught up.</span> <span style="font-size:85%;"></p></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><p></span><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NZx754L5xH0/Te-VAPyHIoI/AAAAAAAABpQ/5fQgc7XlhCc/s1600/052.JPG"><span style="font-size:85%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615871091823551106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NZx754L5xH0/Te-VAPyHIoI/AAAAAAAABpQ/5fQgc7XlhCc/s400/052.JPG" /></span></a><span style="font-size:78%;"> <span style="color:#ffffff;">fffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff f</span><span style="color:#333333;">{I seriously look half-asleep. Wow o_O} </span></span></p><br /><p><span style="color:#333333;">...using every technique to keep awake, from caffeine, to music, to pacing around the room. Oh, and of course, the <strong>camera</strong> got dragged into it, too. </span><span style="color:#333333;">Yet, it was a <strong>very</strong> fruitful evening!</span><br /><br /><em>"But this I call to mind, and therefore I have hope:<br />The steadfast love of the LORD never ceases;<br />his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning;<br />great is your faithfulness. "The LORD is my portion," says my soul,<br />"therefore I will hope in him." The LORD is good to those who wait for him,<br />to the soul who seeks him. It is good that one should wait quietly<br />for the salvation of the LORD. " ~ Lamentations 3: 21~26<br /></em></p><br /><br /><p>Until we meet again...<br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">fffffffffffffffffff</span>Kate~*</span></p>~Miss Kate~http://www.blogger.com/profile/03972479829728513170noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2501065094248124342.post-623784709981492392011-06-05T12:17:00.000-07:002011-06-05T12:32:13.473-07:00International Folk Ball ~ 2011<span style="font-size:85%;"> This spring my mother and I had the privilege of attending an International Folk Ball [HSA event] in Liberty Center, Ohio. It was a busy weekend with wonderful friends, one of the main highlights being the ball.<br />Here's a montage I put together from our many videos from the evening - <span style="font-size:100%;"><strong>enjoy</strong></span>!</span><br /><br /><iframe style="WIDTH: 592px; HEIGHT: 364px" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/e8VpkmicRds" frameborder="0" width="425"></iframe><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>[please note my usual movie maker was broken, and thus, I had to use a very disrespectful video maker. xD My apologies about the quality of the film. :P ]<br /><br /></em></span><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/154/76B74457C963344BEF614F264EF9A76F.png" /></a>~Miss Kate~http://www.blogger.com/profile/03972479829728513170noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2501065094248124342.post-4548464685109535152011-06-02T17:42:00.000-07:002011-06-04T15:06:00.339-07:00Hair Tutorial ~Titanic Updo.<span style="font-size:85%;">[This is a repost from an old blog- my hair is straight now, so it doesn't look quite the same as it did now. Never-the-less... 'ere you go ;) ]<br /></span><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 441px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613788852418683890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zBvx8niCv50/TegvN9h2o_I/AAAAAAAABnk/N87Q1XO9SRI/s400/047.jpg" /><br /><br />This style came about on a busy Sunday morning when I had less then 5 minutes to do my hair, but it needed to look really nice, and that most quickly. So, I experimented…and from that simple experiement I received so many compliments that I thought I’d share how to do this style with you! <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613789218814918642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vln9bTjMVg0/TegvjSdhf_I/AAAAAAAABns/TxnwvfifPcg/s400/060.jpg" /><br />The accessories ^ (just as a note, I found everything shown at either Rite-Aid or Walmart… And if you can’t find “fancy” barrettes, just plain ones will do the job just as well. )<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3iZ-h32wj-8/TegvjgYes0I/AAAAAAAABn0/jUMc1Grgz7I/s1600/066.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613789222551860034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3iZ-h32wj-8/TegvjgYes0I/AAAAAAAABn0/jUMc1Grgz7I/s400/066.jpg" /></a><br />Start by brushing out your hair ^<br />Gather the top half of your hair into a barrette, making sure that it is smooth on top.<br /><br />Now, (this part is a bit tricky if you have layered hair) gather all your hair into your hand and twist it, starting at the top and working down until you have a “rope” of hair.. Don’t try to secure it, just hold on to the end and don’t let it untwist…<br /><br />Now, bring your hair up and twist it around, underneath the large barrette…this part is a bit tricky and will take a few tries… but basically just make sure it is smooth…remember, bobby pins fix a multitude of sins.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613788845435753266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NpXAONl3F4I/TegvNjg_kzI/AAAAAAAABnc/Mr8VQxHyc-U/s400/99.jpg" /><br />Secure with the 4 clips – Just clip the “rosette” at all four corners. In spite of the feeling that it won’t stay, it will if you get the clips in well enough. Now, I usually use several bobby pins to secure it even more, but that’s totally up to you. If you are going to be dancing or moving around a lot, I do suggest at least two or three bobby pins.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613788831854786450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vYOqQgI87Ss/TegvMw7Cd5I/AAAAAAAABnE/ccZjh2Us1hI/s400/015.jpg" /><br />And then of course, our friend the hairspray. <em>:laughing:</em><br /><br />And that my friends, is it. It’s a simple and pretty way to put up your hair, and I’m getting quite attracted to it. I imagine it would look especially lovely in curly hair! If you wouldn’t mind, send me pictures if you do your hair this way! I’d love to see them!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0EbpN0ZVCDk/TegvNNCT8fI/AAAAAAAABnM/TuvrxkoQ3Zo/s1600/025.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613788839401484786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0EbpN0ZVCDk/TegvNNCT8fI/AAAAAAAABnM/TuvrxkoQ3Zo/s400/025.jpg" /></a><br /><br />~*~<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613788842809829922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zr-PqjcRuu0/TegvNZu7KiI/AAAAAAAABnU/5TgUPWuLMUY/s400/0451.jpg" /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/154/76B74457C963344BEF614F264EF9A76F.png" /></a> </div></div></div></div></div>~Miss Kate~http://www.blogger.com/profile/03972479829728513170noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2501065094248124342.post-71798488498864907282011-05-30T11:01:00.000-07:002011-05-31T18:27:23.105-07:00Letters From Home<span style="font-size:85%;">My Grandmother found this 'letter' in a rural paper, that circulates in the mountains of West Virginia</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">...and I found it <strong>hilarious</strong>. Of course, right now I'm really tired and hyper, so everything seems funny. :<em>ahem:</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>Anyway...</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br />Dear Son:<br />I am writing slow ’cause I know you can’t read fast. We don’t live where we used too. Your pa read an article that said most accidents happen within 20 miles of home. So we moved. This new place has a washing-machine. The first day we got here I put all your shirts in it. I pulled the chain and ain’t seen ‘em since.<br /><br />The front porch fell off yesterday and went down the river. It wouldn’t have ben so bad except we lost two freezers, three washing-machines, and a Sears dryer. Pa said he believed one of ‘em would’ve worked if we had electricity.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613055367634577714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kVp-liHjgrU/TeWUHhx1aTI/AAAAAAAABm4/VF4Hy3BT_0Q/s400/6305106_a1c9b0611d_o.jpg" /><br /><br /><br />It only rained twice this week, once for three days and four days the second time. I sent the coat you wanted. Aunt Sue said it would be too heavy to mail with them big brass buttons on it, so I cut ‘em off and and put ‘em in the pocket. We got a bill from the funeral home. It said that if we don’t pay the last payment on Grandma’s burial, she comes up.<br /><br />Your Uncle John fell in the whiskey vat down at work yesterday. Four men tried to rescue him but he fought them off ’till he drowned. We had him cremated and he burned fer three days.<br />Your brother broke his leg while doing yard work. He was raking leaves and the tree limb broke.<br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 263px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613051122775814082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cCv4ftFKck4/TeWQQcco78I/AAAAAAAABmw/bsu1dxeGoZc/s400/BE029850.jpg" /><br />Three of yor friends were in a terrible accident. They were riding in a pickup truck and ran off the bridge. The driver managed to get the window open and swim to safety. The other two drowned. They couldn’t get the tailgate down…<br /><br />The police chief got a new car. He wrecked it the first night. He got his leg caught in the steering wheel while tying to dim the headlights.<br />Well, that’s about it. If I get any more news I’ll write again.<br /><br />Love,<br /><em>Mammy<br /></em>PS. – I was going to send you some money but had already sealed the envelope.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">see....? ;)</span><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/154/76B74457C963344BEF614F264EF9A76F.png" /></a>~Miss Kate~http://www.blogger.com/profile/03972479829728513170noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2501065094248124342.post-10888185203619846652011-05-29T13:17:00.000-07:002011-05-30T09:01:15.723-07:00:ahem:<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 543px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 366px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612240221608005506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sdr_jFMq42I/TeKuvyMaz4I/AAAAAAAABmQ/Q39BsqtIE2U/s400/tumblr_lkjkofRBKY1qjyxa0o1_500.jpg" /> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">fff</span>So, I'll be honest. I've been really, really discouraged about blogging, as of late. For various reasons, but the main reason being that it just seems like I'm not growing. <span style="font-size:100%;">Fast enough.</span> <em>:cough:</em> I would love to see more comments, and more visitors, but I'm not really quite sure what to do - to make that happen. And Patience is - <strong>not</strong>- one of my virtues. At all. ;)<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">ffffffddddddfffffffffdff</span>: hang in there. I know this is terrible, but it gets better. Promise. : <span style="color:#ffffff;">fffffffffddd</span><br /></em></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /><br /><div>Thinking about all of this, I got grumbly about it, and a little irritated, and had a very nice pity-party about it all. <em>:laughing:</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Finally, common sense stepped in, and I realized that was the - <strong>wrong</strong>- attitude. And very self-centered. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>Common Sense [speaking]:</em> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">"Are followers, comments and blog hits the reason <strong>why</strong> you write?? No! You're writing because you love to write, because you <em>can't help but write. </em>Because you have a <span style="font-size:130%;">life cause</span> and a message that is important, and so pressing you can't help but share it. So, can you please get a life and suck it up?' </div></span><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612535956701211442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zPfLrKPpSIo/TeO7t1RIazI/AAAAAAAABmg/dZyJkMGH-Ug/s400/tumblr_lkk2znOXyr1qjagopo1_500.jpg" /> <em><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">fffffffffffffffffffffddddffff</span> <span style="color:#ffffff;">ffffffffffff</span>::gulp:: <span style="color:#ffffff;">ffffddddddffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff</span></span></em><span style="font-size:180%;"><em><br /></em></span><span style="font-size:85%;">[Now-rational-self] "Okay, so I suppose I knew that all along. hehe :P "</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">So, anyway. I'm sorry for not blogging as much. And for being a bit of a sop. I love my life, and what I do. And I'm <strong>excited</strong> about what's upcoming on<em> Come Dance With Me.</em> If I can ever find the time to get some of these 'drafts' into posts, you'll see just what I mean. ;)<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">And for you people who've been with me all along, thank you. <strong><em>Thank you</em></strong> for your comments, and for hanging with me through renovations, happy days, and growing up. You're the bestest.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Oh, and I have <em>dance</em> videos. But that's for next time! ;)<br />Blessings,<br /></span><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><span style="font-size:85%;"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/154/76B74457C963344BEF614F264EF9A76F.png" /></span></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span>~Miss Kate~http://www.blogger.com/profile/03972479829728513170noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2501065094248124342.post-33464682588138125982011-05-27T13:54:00.000-07:002011-05-27T13:54:00.096-07:00♥ living ♥<p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 538px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 608px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611131301181981138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qwDjq4VswK8/Td6-MHsHAdI/AAAAAAAABlo/jRPN-9lomI8/s400/keeper-12.jpg" /> </p><br /><p></p>~Miss Kate~http://www.blogger.com/profile/03972479829728513170noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2501065094248124342.post-89839285051924018982011-05-26T10:23:00.000-07:002011-05-26T11:20:46.252-07:00#4 Name That Song [Ireland]<span style="color:#333333;">And here we are again, with the next round of <span style="font-size:130%;">'Name That Song'</span>!<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;">First of all, I thought the last round (<span style="font-size:100%;">Reformation</span>) would be hard. Ha! Evidently, not so much!<br />Look at who won the last round:<br /></span><span style="color:#333333;"><em>Klaus<br />Thomas JG<br />The Authoress<br />David P<br />Dave Patrick<br /><br /></em>Congratulations, guys! Evidently, you really know your reformation hymns ;)<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">[Please note I am counting those who got all three correct. Several others got most of them right. ] </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">And now... the next round is the grand Music of<strong> <span style="font-size:180%;">Ireland</span></strong>! Most of these are very easy, so you shouldn't have any trouble with them at all</span>.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611090120178558802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Eu8l5jmHBqg/Td6YvEfyZ1I/AAAAAAAABlg/G_BG7zLFJgA/s400/tumblr_lkto447nkU1qcxieko1_500.jpg" /><br /><span style="color:#333333;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Comment</em></span> below, with your answers ;) </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;">[You must NOT look up the lyrics! This is for the memory, not the google ;)]</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#333333;">Number One:</span><br /><span style="color:#336666;"><br /><br /><blockquote><span style="color:#336666;">"Raised on songs & stories, heroes of re-known<br />The passing tales & glories that once was Dublin town<br />The hallowed halls & houses, the haunting childrens' rhymes<br />That once was Dublin city...</span><span style="color:#336666;"><br />The years have made me bitter, the gargle dims my brain<br />'Cause Dublin keeps on changing & nothing stays the same<br />The Pillar & the Met have gone, the Royal long since pulled down<br />As the great unyielding concrete makes a city of my town..."</span><br /></blockquote></span><span style="color:#336666;"></span><br />Number Two:<br /><span style="color:#660000;"><br /><blockquote><br /><br /><p><span style="color:#660000;">"Oh, the days of the Kerry dancing<br />Oh, the ring of the piper's tune<br />Oh, for one of those hours of gladness<br />Gone, alas, like our youth, too soon!<br />When the boys began to gather </span><span style="color:#660000;">In the glen of a<br />summer's night And the Kerry piper's tuning<br />Made us long with wild delight!<br />Oh, to think of it Oh, to dream of </span>it<br />Fills my heart with tears!"<br /></span></p></blockquote><br /><p><br />Number Three:<br /><span style="color:#336666;"><span style="color:#336666;">"Of all the money that e'er I had,<br />I spent it in good company.<br />And all the harm I've ever done,<br />alas it was to none but me.<br />And all I've done for want of wit,<br />to mem'ry now I can't recall;<br />So fill to me the parting glass,<br />Good night and joy be to you all."<br /></span></p></span><br />There you go - start guessing ;)<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/154/76B74457C963344BEF614F264EF9A76F.png" /></a>~Miss Kate~http://www.blogger.com/profile/03972479829728513170noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2501065094248124342.post-38067168738282077452011-05-24T14:35:00.000-07:002011-05-24T14:44:54.528-07:00How Can I Keep From Singing?<blockquote><br /><p>My life flows on in endless song,<br /><em>Above earth's lamentation</em>.<br />I hear the real, though far-off, hymn,<br />That hails a new creation.<br />Through all the tumult and the strife<br />I hear the music ringing;<br />It sounds an echo in my soul—<br /><span style="font-size:180%;">How can I keep from singing? </span><br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 386px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601815094577064850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PDuu7Aa_lo/Tb2lJhmv65I/AAAAAAAABh0/e31tSEygqQM/s400/tumblr_lkgv6rLRlU1qfqd84o1_500.jpg" /><br />I lift my eyes, the cloud grows thin;<br /><em>I see the blue above it;<br /></em>And day by day this pathway smooths,<br />Since first I learned to love it.<br />The peace of Christ makes fresh my heart,<br />A fountain ever springing;<br />All things are mine since I am His,<br /><span style="font-size:180%;">How can I keep from singing?<br /></span></p><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><br /></blockquote><br /><br /><br /><blockquote></blockquote><em><span style="font-size:130%;">I love this hymn</span></em>. No, that's not strong enough. I passionately <strong>adore </strong>it. Keep an eye out for what it started... it'll be here soon enough :mysterious: ;)<br />Until then - I am your friendly blogger...<br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/154/76B74457C963344BEF614F264EF9A76F.png" /></a>~Miss Kate~http://www.blogger.com/profile/03972479829728513170noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2501065094248124342.post-58975557321427654072011-05-22T11:18:00.000-07:002011-05-22T12:06:07.112-07:00Supercalifragilisticexpicalidocious!<em><span style="font-size:180%;">I Want To Be... </span></em><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 489px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 338px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://alchemistpoonam.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/poppins1.jpg" /><br /><em><span style="font-size:180%;">`~*~ Mary Poppins~*~`</span><br /></em><br />My sister and I recently re-watched 'Mary Poppins' - it had been years since I'd seen it.<br />I was a little afraid it would have lost some of it's charm, since I'm not four now.<br />But it didn't! It's still as <em><span style="font-size:180%;">beautiful and magical</span></em> as it was ten years ago.<br /><br /><br /><br /><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 515px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 412px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://cinegeek.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/mary-poppins-mv03.jpg" />As far as I can make out, the<span style="font-size:130%;"> rules</span> for being Mary Poppins consist of... </p><br /><p>~Being Practically Perfect in Every Way <em>:important: </em><em><br /></em>~ Carrying about a talking umbrella <em>:very important:</em>~Making friends of Chimney sweeps [more about this, later]<br />~Turning families upside-down. [the goal is for people to say things about you like this...<br /><em>'It's that woman, Mary Poppins. From the moment she stepped into this house, things began to happen to me!'<br /></em>~And most importantly - <span style="font-size:130%;">never</span> be afraid to jump into chalk pictures.<br /><br /></p><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>'<span style="font-size:180%;"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ello</span>, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Guv'ner</span></span>!'</em></span></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 409px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 231px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.coveringthemouse.com/images/ccc02.jpg" /><br />Okay, I have to admit this. I'm totally in love with Bert. I'd climb any chimney he was up, and maybe - just maybe... <em><span style="font-size:130%;">dance on the rooftops</span></em>. Call me a Disney freak - which I'm not - but the fact remains.<br /><br /><em>::Adoring sigh::</em><br /><br />If I'm to be Mary Poppins, I'm going to just have to marry Bert. And that's all there is too it.<br /><br /><em>::recovers::</em> Alright, maybe not, but he is the '<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">andsomest</span> chimney sweep 'I ever seen ;)<br /><br />The following clip is the most <span style="font-size:180%;">artistic </span>part of the film, if not the most well-known. See if you agree with me, that this is. truly. amazing.<br /><br /><br /><object width="560" height="349"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yu23HHmOG48?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><br /><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yu23HHmOG48?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="349"></embed></object><br /><br />This must be cut short, for Daddy wants the computer - having a shared computer has a few downsides - but it's beautiful outside, so I won't complain!<br /><br />And now, in Bert's own words...<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>'Goodbye, Mary Poppins, don't stay away too long'<br /></em><br /></span><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/154/76B74457C963344BEF614F264EF9A76F.png" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">[By the way, Come Dance With Me now has it's own page on <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">facebook</span> - make sure you check it out!]</span>~Miss Kate~http://www.blogger.com/profile/03972479829728513170noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2501065094248124342.post-31568072709952681792011-05-09T17:28:00.000-07:002011-05-19T13:58:58.937-07:00"Let us Dance in the Sun..."<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604880056321789842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nMoXACYfCOQ/TciItx27T5I/AAAAAAAABkA/DTGQX7-MZRk/s400/011.JPG" /><br /><br /><br /><div><em>Let us dance in the sun, wearing <span style="font-size:180%;">wild flowers</span> in our hair..." ~Susan Polis Shutz</em></div><br /><br /><div><em></em></div><br /><br /><br /><div><em></em></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604880050745103522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vBEeJZyaRRk/TciItdFV1KI/AAAAAAAABj4/2Eq_XiWAL2M/s400/031-1.jpg" /><br /><br />Have you ever had a perfectly sunshin-y day, that just begged to be remembered?<br />My sister and I went outside for a <strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;">photo shoot</span></em></strong> the other day, and it was like that - beautiful!<br /><br />We took turns with the <span style="font-size:130%;">camera</span>...<br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604880060533400450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xBi0s8_839w/TciIuBjDY4I/AAAAAAAABkI/_mVMqzevnvI/s400/030.JPG" /> <span style="font-size:130%;"></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Neither of us happen to be wonderful photographers, but we had so much fun, it was worth it...</span><br /><em></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;">*~*What is more delightful then a hand-written letter?*~*</span></em><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604885597789885858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zE3iQ_vxx4E/TciNwVb4FaI/AAAAAAAABkQ/hlmndJbCQBY/s400/018-1.jpg" /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><em>Until Next Time...</em><br /></span><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604880039864379794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oge563ecy-Y/TciIs0jLKZI/AAAAAAAABjo/M6auo0Mbl9Y/s400/013-1.jpg" /><br />[By the way - Blogger has been having some major issues, including deleting posts that were published. :( I *have* posted in the last 11 days!)<br />More on this last week, and the giveway winner, next time...<br />Blessings!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/154/76B74457C963344BEF614F264EF9A76F.png" /></a>~Miss Kate~http://www.blogger.com/profile/03972479829728513170noreply@blogger.com2