tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134659862024-03-07T02:28:33.740-06:00Thoughts of LaurelLorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05334129707341089450noreply@blogger.comBlogger450125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13465986.post-1137911276589030352015-02-27T10:37:00.000-06:002015-02-27T10:37:46.009-06:00The Faces of Love<span style="font-size: 85%;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"It's holding tight and letting go, it's flying high and laying low,<br />Let your strongest feelings show, and your weakness, too...<br />It's a little and a lot to ask, an endless and a welcome task<br />Love isn't something that we have,<br />It's something that we do."<br /><br /> <span style="font-size: 78%;"> - Clint Black</span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
How does one define Love, and how do we put something tangible to such a simple, yet complex thing? How can we explain those feelings of affection felt on so many different levels and in so many different ways? It isn't through the words of great poets or the fancy definitions that we learn of love, but rather through the actions of those we hold close - and who in turn, hold us close - to the heart.<br />
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I've thought a lot about love this weekend as I drove up and down the Kansas highways and I know that my answers to the questions do not come from handbooks or talk shows, but rather from living. As I opened my photo albums and perused through the pictures of my life, I began to see that love isn't something that we say or have or fall into....it's something that we do. It's affection in motion through a look, a listening ear, a helpful task, a hug, an unconditional giving - and receiving - of a gift that we all have. Here are my faces of love:<br />
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It's making wishes and working together to make them come true....<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5166/1184/1600/Photo_2006_1_22_5_33_1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5166/1184/320/Photo_2006_1_22_5_33_1.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px;" /></a><br />
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It's tuning out the rest of the world when someone important has something to say.....<br />
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It's promises made and kept, laughter and lightness, spiritual beauty, moments of hope...<br />
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It's helping one another when we can't quite get it right by ourselves.....<br />
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It's standing together through the vastness; when things overtake us and we find ourselves in the middle of nowhere....<br />
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It's picking someone up when they fall.....kissing away the tears and holding them close.<br />
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It's pure, unbridled joy found in spending time together.....<br />
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It's knowing that you have a best friend beside you anytime of the day or night......<br />
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It's sharing knowledge, seeing things through new eyes, and exploring this adventurous world together....<br />
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It's helping out and doing your share.....<br />
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It's being tolerant and patient and accepting others just the way that they are....<br />
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It's knowing when to hold on just tight enough to protect someone and yet, letting them also enjoy the ride....<br />
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It's trusting someone enough to know that they won't let you fall.....<br />
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It's knowing when to give a little push.....<br />
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....and when to respect some time alone.....<br />
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It's complete and total adoration.........<br />
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And laughter and loveliness.....<br />
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It is tenderness and a safe haven, companionship and comradery......<br />
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It's unconditional and sweet in its giving.....<br />
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Wears many faces and is shown in many ways.....<br />
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It finds blessings in a kindred spirit......<br />
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And is ever present, even during those times when we're not so loveable.....<br />
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It is a gift to be cherished, enjoyed and shared.....<br />
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<!-- End Bravenet.com Service Code --></div>Lorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05334129707341089450noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13465986.post-36601998352286224812011-05-07T09:36:00.006-05:002011-05-07T09:57:09.255-05:00Planting Loveliness<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDbcUDTTj6qeBUer62RORCUHEqFYhPc2v_oaB8p3QXJbCoZqOlsuz28vFCv9e9A9qPbeoUCshkc9Q_vqGo4oOGUhrHULCNR84Zxclk0mq0n90pp8nYmlJYRBgEvuexs9Wu2Kfobg/s1600/April+2011+511.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603986265106938034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDbcUDTTj6qeBUer62RORCUHEqFYhPc2v_oaB8p3QXJbCoZqOlsuz28vFCv9e9A9qPbeoUCshkc9Q_vqGo4oOGUhrHULCNR84Zxclk0mq0n90pp8nYmlJYRBgEvuexs9Wu2Kfobg/s400/April+2011+511.jpg" border="0" /></a> My bedroom window faces east. It is where I start each day, looking over the new horizon into the morning’s sunrise. I keep the blinds open so my day begins with light and warmth, and from the moment my eyes open, I feel blessed to have a new opportunity.<br /><br />The other night I was standing in my front yard, just beyond that window, teetering between practicality and my heart’s yearning. It’s the first time in twenty years that spring has come without a permanent place to plant my flowers. It takes a few years to really establish a flower bed and each spring finds me searching for the first shoots of my perennials. It’s disheartening to realize that like everything else in my life at this point, I have to start over. I’ve told myself that there is no need to plant flowers this year. After all, this place is probably temporary and there’s a good chance I won’t be living here next spring.<br /><br />But then I walked to the corner of the house and kneeling down, hidden under the green leaves and thorns, I saw the loveliest blooms of wild roses. I was delighted to find that just beneath that bedroom window lay a thing of beauty. I had no idea they were there. There too, beneath the brambles of the past few months, is a heart that still loves, still feels joy, still wants to build a home where loveliness lives. It's time to start planting and growing and living again. I still have the wonderful life that I've always had. It's simply a new chapter in an ever-changing story.<br /><br />Idle bricks from a former tenant were stacked by the garage and they soon became my border. A trip to town reaped impatiens, marigolds and salvia. How could I not? It is a part of me, a part of my past and one I’m not willing to leave behind. And I've realized that everything is temporary, no matter how much we want to think it is ours. The secret – and the joy – isn’t in the possession; it’s making every place, every thing, every person we touch better and more beautiful because we paused beside them for awhile.<br /><br /><em>“If of thy mortal gifts that art bereft,<br />And from thy slender store<br />Two loaves alone, to thee are left;<br />Sell one and with the dole,<br />Buy hyacinths to feed thy soul.”</em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><!-- Start Bravenet.com Service Code -->
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To celebrate my parents' 60th wedding anniversary, as many of my family members who could gathered at a lovely inn at Branson, MO.<br /><br />We didn't go for the shows or to cruise the strip in bumper to bumper traffic. Instead we settled along Lake Taneycomo, choosing the more sedate old downtown and the new Landing to spend our time.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRz49LQ1TuPApDNClQd_MadUvOOT5lkvBqfq2mJ7pceB-JizckoXefOhGFeiHWEvJ82y_cgHGuU_FI9RGVqwN4MwApwe_ZQZxSIVE010_KyoTg_ofouJIf0Dtwmss7uiclRICi8w/s1600/Branson+with+hats%21.jpg"><br /></a>This year we repeated the experience, staying in the same inn and sitting in wicker chairs and rockers on the wrap-around porch. It was very hot, very humid.....but that didn't deter us from the long talks that are the staple of our family.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVw75yPL8M5UytZZDOUzeaFJx2yl_D7F1t_mQU3cSPym8PFtR6MhGBFb6OdIAmVmgWuU5hY-posTGmkOfqkVddKYktC2jzuMww4dqBVwjLpD_UFOtSyYRCSW1jOXMe21ydWW4xMg/s1600/Branson+2010+053.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVw75yPL8M5UytZZDOUzeaFJx2yl_D7F1t_mQU3cSPym8PFtR6MhGBFb6OdIAmVmgWuU5hY-posTGmkOfqkVddKYktC2jzuMww4dqBVwjLpD_UFOtSyYRCSW1jOXMe21ydWW4xMg/s400/Branson+2010+053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500238800815750114" border="0" /></a><br />It was definitely a time for togetherness, but there were also moments devoted to solitude. In the coolness of the mornings, I walked along the boardwalk that ran beside the lake. The mist rose from the water like a silent genie, hovering just above its surface as ducks glided smoothly along its glassy top. Only a handful of people shared my space: joggers and fellow wanderers also seeking the refuge of the quiet morning. It was so nice to be out before both the heat of the day and the throngs of people who inevitably come to share such a beautiful place. Leaning over the railing and watching the day begin was captivating: the definition of peace.....the porthole for contentment.<br /><br />And the days were filled with their charm, too. My sister drummed up a group of us and brought in so much business to the local dollar store that the clerk rewarded us with free hats!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRz49LQ1TuPApDNClQd_MadUvOOT5lkvBqfq2mJ7pceB-JizckoXefOhGFeiHWEvJ82y_cgHGuU_FI9RGVqwN4MwApwe_ZQZxSIVE010_KyoTg_ofouJIf0Dtwmss7uiclRICi8w/s1600/Branson+with+hats%21.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRz49LQ1TuPApDNClQd_MadUvOOT5lkvBqfq2mJ7pceB-JizckoXefOhGFeiHWEvJ82y_cgHGuU_FI9RGVqwN4MwApwe_ZQZxSIVE010_KyoTg_ofouJIf0Dtwmss7uiclRICi8w/s320/Branson+with+hats%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500238462218969490" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoW_OO99hz1_W_9AA_5eOTD62WogK6aY7xqH_z5yg3FufQ5wTXDI7nS7ausKEGwC5pfl1Kft6uewATLbMdnKjH6q5GzlCr27YqObMrVCaREkkiyyl9qdVNKBnWFhyphenhyphen4hY3o3HuXPQ/s1600/Branson+2010+242.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoW_OO99hz1_W_9AA_5eOTD62WogK6aY7xqH_z5yg3FufQ5wTXDI7nS7ausKEGwC5pfl1Kft6uewATLbMdnKjH6q5GzlCr27YqObMrVCaREkkiyyl9qdVNKBnWFhyphenhyphen4hY3o3HuXPQ/s200/Branson+2010+242.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500254696329407842" border="0" /></a>We perused the local shops, bought trinkets to take back home and ate a LOT of food!<br /><br />One afternoon we loaded up and headed to Table Rock Lake to spend a few hours at my cousin's house. He took us on a grand tour of the lake with my brother-in-law as co-pilot, my brother and I at the stern and my parents tucked comfortably behind the driver's seat.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLws4HnsNOwErsnR8SPH7qzqGLCDxG5Tq6BKqPDlki7B78nTYSdQ2tm4LPtmUM6cOPdzknXF8cIsam4iXwAyvS7FCLcM4L_Zryl2wU0DU9_F9L-HTp8sNW3n8CMo7APqtDbd4B1Q/s1600/Branson+2010+148.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLws4HnsNOwErsnR8SPH7qzqGLCDxG5Tq6BKqPDlki7B78nTYSdQ2tm4LPtmUM6cOPdzknXF8cIsam4iXwAyvS7FCLcM4L_Zryl2wU0DU9_F9L-HTp8sNW3n8CMo7APqtDbd4B1Q/s320/Branson+2010+148.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500255840089792338" border="0" /></a><br />Twenty of us took seats on the boat dock, in lounge chairs on the back deck or inside the house to talk about the days of the past and what lies ahead. One niece brought a friend while another inducted her fiancee to our extended family vacation. That's one of the many things I love about us: everyone is welcome.....everyone belongs.<br /><br />Many people don't understand how our family gets along and why we so enjoy being together.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji9GVkU3qSp9e0erpqCk1LZtVRuHWgmPA8LEP5GEwxjCDEx_n5kafa6ss3MmlJzjK0SY_DVsZODMYRXXPVIsgkaXkt1aRaZS3d2HSxZdQQeWEWeMOIXkfBmhs7qnNQspVBRRCECQ/s1600/Branson+2010+039.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji9GVkU3qSp9e0erpqCk1LZtVRuHWgmPA8LEP5GEwxjCDEx_n5kafa6ss3MmlJzjK0SY_DVsZODMYRXXPVIsgkaXkt1aRaZS3d2HSxZdQQeWEWeMOIXkfBmhs7qnNQspVBRRCECQ/s320/Branson+2010+039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500260239760159826" border="0" /></a>To me it's simple. We truly love each other.<br /><br />We are individuals, part of one whole; intertwined with history and a genuine like for one another. I would pick them to be with even if we weren't related. We are connected, not just through blood but through ideas and thoughts, likes and friendship. They are the thread of my very existence, woven into who I am and where I come from.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvfoS_dDHPwDYZMGQywMdFKvYf0yYtTrIuym197G9wG_lPMyOEgwZhQiBsMwCGycHNE-mPI9_pYIdYtNVcK0AvOveGaD1gnBbIDVjPx5H4yG3KJ5fQ7g8C-qaTbsOrW2VGsRccZA/s1600/Branson+2010+231.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvfoS_dDHPwDYZMGQywMdFKvYf0yYtTrIuym197G9wG_lPMyOEgwZhQiBsMwCGycHNE-mPI9_pYIdYtNVcK0AvOveGaD1gnBbIDVjPx5H4yG3KJ5fQ7g8C-qaTbsOrW2VGsRccZA/s320/Branson+2010+231.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500262956604621474" border="0" /></a>It's a lovely tradition, this getting together. And no matter where we are, whether home or on the road, we are family. I wouldn't change that for the world.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ-At_RcpRcieB2PAUU83kKpaVWANn8G_NQ3giIW9r2JhVyCW8ZK9LDUekLqyYvhbq0Zjc3hrzCQ19aV2ShPNgT6rX56zBHR0P6uLOuW5b3wKqT7XwoRa0eEFhk_hXH-hX6SXNhQ/s1600/Branson+2010+244.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ-At_RcpRcieB2PAUU83kKpaVWANn8G_NQ3giIW9r2JhVyCW8ZK9LDUekLqyYvhbq0Zjc3hrzCQ19aV2ShPNgT6rX56zBHR0P6uLOuW5b3wKqT7XwoRa0eEFhk_hXH-hX6SXNhQ/s320/Branson+2010+244.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500263327754663250" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><!-- Start Bravenet.com Service Code -->
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<!-- End Bravenet.com Service Code --></div>Lorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05334129707341089450noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13465986.post-74953965337722115422010-07-27T00:01:00.000-05:002010-07-27T00:01:00.826-05:00A 21st<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUAT5kj5astsGZgRI_Mz_HYGLCpZaUs5KOEYhkduRs8plbSsV9H338xIACDPTLNBm2xRFBNJRiHvxPhP3g47igIVp6CONhAv55A4bu2ry7jezCDqUwNzOI7i_Q0yBP9I-A1ipo7g/s1600/meg.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUAT5kj5astsGZgRI_Mz_HYGLCpZaUs5KOEYhkduRs8plbSsV9H338xIACDPTLNBm2xRFBNJRiHvxPhP3g47igIVp6CONhAv55A4bu2ry7jezCDqUwNzOI7i_Q0yBP9I-A1ipo7g/s400/meg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498438161802261922" border="0" /></a>Today my daughter turns 21. Twenty-one. How did the years pass so swiftly?<br /><br />It surely wa<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgzC89mWvGLzKjr_2F49yuLbMdEvsNIE0wcn_ucWFuVe7qFt6lWbhJiOYXJUScnVbc5mEQyC1gUHIDxF1rUUokUFoPvbf2d2221DEMoJ0WiPmwrpak0FQ8YyLLEIKiuC5gRmsvjQ/s1600/July+27,+1989.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgzC89mWvGLzKjr_2F49yuLbMdEvsNIE0wcn_ucWFuVe7qFt6lWbhJiOYXJUScnVbc5mEQyC1gUHIDxF1rUUokUFoPvbf2d2221DEMoJ0WiPmwrpak0FQ8YyLLEIKiuC5gRmsvjQ/s320/July+27,+1989.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498439385023259890" border="0" /></a>sn't that long ago when I held her, as a new baby, in my arms for the first time. Yet here is proof in the beautiful young woman who stands before me. <br /><br />Gone are the days of picture-making as she sits at her little school desk, pen gripped firmly in her left hand. Disney tunes no longer resonate from her room as she twirls in her pretty sundresses and sings along. Barbies are tucked away in plastic containers and fluffy stuffed animals gather dust from inattention. <br /><br />It is as it should be. Another autumn is around the corner and a college dorm awaits. I'm excited for her as she begins yet another part of her journey. But I'll miss her...<br /><br />For now, on this July day, I'll pretend she's mine forever as I tuck the memories close to my heart and savor each moment we share. <br />Twenty-one. Indeed, they've passed so quickly.<br /><br />Happy Birthday, my beautiful girl. I Love You!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><!-- Start Bravenet.com Service Code -->
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<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiElkNcawjn2I4TGsLy2KhaH5SzA7FEkxdQ0BNw291e0a38MbltU_x7l9T7I9JgrWUVyqPIAldS0enusixczpZcTAw-QWEDvi8qzxeWPyrTEE0ROaLlq0FqMdP5O_O-FiyTk8adDA/s1600-h/March+2010+058.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiElkNcawjn2I4TGsLy2KhaH5SzA7FEkxdQ0BNw291e0a38MbltU_x7l9T7I9JgrWUVyqPIAldS0enusixczpZcTAw-QWEDvi8qzxeWPyrTEE0ROaLlq0FqMdP5O_O-FiyTk8adDA/s320/March+2010+058.jpg" vt="true" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Anyone who knows me, knows that I'm a sunset girl. Though I've seen a many spectacular sunrises, it is dusk's display that always captures my attention. </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">It's been a long, cold winter and many of us are struggling to reconcile our bodies with the grayness that has seemed to encapsulate us these last few months. Sunshine has been rare and spring can't come soon enough. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7QW4q78SNzFLRt-_890fFKWCKapIM6XHr1ZqbjrJtT642M6MGsgDABz7aLsrhwRbtVHvrrawmVkek1TWUlKItzGMhoSpy1xyEvc4cL2-iMLh5mEnHlHAGaqtZUNNGNLCl2sIv3g/s1600-h/March+2010+045.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7QW4q78SNzFLRt-_890fFKWCKapIM6XHr1ZqbjrJtT642M6MGsgDABz7aLsrhwRbtVHvrrawmVkek1TWUlKItzGMhoSpy1xyEvc4cL2-iMLh5mEnHlHAGaqtZUNNGNLCl2sIv3g/s400/March+2010+045.jpg" vt="true" width="300" /></a> </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">A few nights ago, even though there were more clouds than sun, I noticed how the light was reflecting off the side of our house. It almost looked like a painting and I hurried to capture the texture it created. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Though winter has its own loveliness, I'm tired of the show.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">The calendar says spring is a week away and with his forecast of sunshine this week, the weatherman concurs.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">I hope they're right. I'm ready to have my life - and my sunsets - back.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Last week we talked a lot about writing. Though we both enjoy it and have the best of intentions, the words of our minds and hearts so often get put on a dusty shelf for another time. Other things seem to step inside the limits of our creative boundaries, taking their place. Sometimes it's the necessaries of life....but more often it's insignificant distractions that steal moments from things that need to be said.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We don't have tomorrow. Only today. Time to put aside the excuses and get down to business. Even if "business" is simply the things we love to do.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><!-- Start Bravenet.com Service Code -->
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These photos tell the story of why I've been absent for the past few weeks.<br /><br />My son, the scarecrow in our production of "The Wizard of Oz", performed for the last time on Saturday night and I wanted to be there for the journey. That included making several costumes, building sets and gathering props. Though it was a long and exhausting process, I wouldn't have traded it for anything.<br /><br />In<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKYVXQ0KzMt-p7pwtZ0kSXhOFb63Ssti016SmM62w5ojJb5z46PhS6MORWZCIAlucKqG7eKKxgK0VtY9BVdu-6l3Q6DBxuvD8MxqebRYRORZ2k0slI8JslYdrHqFDZElk4a8oIOQ/s1600/Wizard+of+Oz+329.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKYVXQ0KzMt-p7pwtZ0kSXhOFb63Ssti016SmM62w5ojJb5z46PhS6MORWZCIAlucKqG7eKKxgK0VtY9BVdu-6l3Q6DBxuvD8MxqebRYRORZ2k0slI8JslYdrHqFDZElk4a8oIOQ/s400/Wizard+of+Oz+329.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404731235010575410" border="0" /></a> our very small school, theatre is far down on the list of priorities so in order for it to be successful, it takes outside help to make things work. Along with a wonderful director and pianist, a handful of parents stepped in to transform 14 kids<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_csc23sn0K86Psa9el-p698lSQC-az5lPSpyXyunuhYSBHdsKqu4Y-LkjVq5bahQzyZ5Af03p55C_ndSyw5v8hyphenhyphenP-kcimEsHaG_VbQ3OE11NdAIkgai8KIkOh44gzQMeeaZqMKA/s1600/Wizard+of+Oz+452.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_csc23sn0K86Psa9el-p698lSQC-az5lPSpyXyunuhYSBHdsKqu4Y-LkjVq5bahQzyZ5Af03p55C_ndSyw5v8hyphenhyphenP-kcimEsHaG_VbQ3OE11NdAIkgai8KIkOh44gzQMeeaZqMKA/s400/Wizard+of+Oz+452.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404731633728377922" border="0" /></a> into magical creatures from a land somewhere over the rainbow.<br /><br />A few students, including Uncle Henry and Auntie Em, had to play more than one role. Though it proved to be challenging it also showcased their talents and gave them more opportunities to perform. The efforts and success of these dedicated kids shows that it is the quality that goes into a show, not the quantity. It also proves that with encouragement from others, the right tail wind and a belief in their own wings, they can indeed fly.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwbc_w5FB5AXDi26zByY2FKR3CVQrjhX84LPREZbeiUQH2ifnseCBnwkTKEuJdZV3ueQKCqSJZZoupY73JYSSEE6peNY-hQa7hqyl3c764DLT0PNqLaaZp-hsNGancB5qpkXHElw/s1600/Wizard+of+Oz+432.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 386px; height: 290px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwbc_w5FB5AXDi26zByY2FKR3CVQrjhX84LPREZbeiUQH2ifnseCBnwkTKEuJdZV3ueQKCqSJZZoupY73JYSSEE6peNY-hQa7hqyl3c764DLT0PNqLaaZp-hsNGancB5qpkXHElw/s400/Wizard+of+Oz+432.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404733641492746978" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><!-- Start Bravenet.com Service Code -->
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<!-- End Bravenet.com Service Code --></div>Lorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05334129707341089450noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13465986.post-26625049629928202012009-08-26T22:43:00.004-05:002009-08-27T18:28:38.378-05:00Sky Watch - Morning Windmill<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggne5UAC3K8C1slFJW_UWd-H6DX-SHsPCGtJFAb-CfjKFmLfkUntX9rVRULDmi-qYNxA3LIIzuiV7Z40CaEgTrKKUezMOmAOqi-9OLRWE6ZeJd1FH2kFa8TTha2kPGheBz9YL_Xg/s1600-h/Late+August+sky+013.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggne5UAC3K8C1slFJW_UWd-H6DX-SHsPCGtJFAb-CfjKFmLfkUntX9rVRULDmi-qYNxA3LIIzuiV7Z40CaEgTrKKUezMOmAOqi-9OLRWE6ZeJd1FH2kFa8TTha2kPGheBz9YL_Xg/s400/Late+August+sky+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374485096293940274" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiY2O-LSUDMwGS-N_zM_UCAETUefIArM-WuJ5Edx4Lb87MVyGsciI3CnPtNFcrlJd7ZFD27WVa0EyTePG3V4xm0_dMeS0KKh2MjoVoCY9uzORUddit9983HTQOUoEOBJPZGxHiFw/s1600-h/Late+August+sky+015.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiY2O-LSUDMwGS-N_zM_UCAETUefIArM-WuJ5Edx4Lb87MVyGsciI3CnPtNFcrlJd7ZFD27WVa0EyTePG3V4xm0_dMeS0KKh2MjoVoCY9uzORUddit9983HTQOUoEOBJPZGxHiFw/s400/Late+August+sky+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374484828959923298" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;">This was the sky that greeted me a couple of mornings ago as I headed off to work. With the windmill and cattle silhouetted by the dawn, it was easy to start the day with a song in my heart.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:100%;">"Oh what a beautiful morning...<br /> Oh what a beautiful day...<br />I've got a beautiful feeling...<br /> Everything's goin' my way..."</span><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;">Visit <a href="http://www.skyley.blogspot.com/">here </a>for more Skywatch from around the world.</span></span></span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><!-- Start Bravenet.com Service Code -->
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It is unpaved and set deep with ruts that make it near impossible to travel by car. That's why I like it. The chances of running into another person are remote and thus, I have the whole place to myself.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);">There are no roses that line this weed-infested path; no flowering vines that wind enchantingly around the whispering cottonwoods. Here are the overlooked beauties of the roadside: the noxious thistle, foxtail, field bindweed, common yarrow and many others whose names escape me.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);">In the bright Kansas sun they could be easily missed. Their presence is ordinary and to most, unwelcome. They invade field and pasture like an uninvited guest who camps haphazardly wherever they feel at home. At first glance they are hardly impressive and plain, at best.</span><br /><br /></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKXrZqv8fKk0LH1kTQ7GEhyqIA1GdhF7C2l3CgvwSvAszvtekxKWqc6uZus4vKxbWUoscOjiugfin59A4EZtmcpzMLNiDkOSEqkSUoA54XkZPx_ehBBSXV5V_JIVGGJItCF7Rghw/s1600-h/STUFF+073.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKXrZqv8fKk0LH1kTQ7GEhyqIA1GdhF7C2l3CgvwSvAszvtekxKWqc6uZus4vKxbWUoscOjiugfin59A4EZtmcpzMLNiDkOSEqkSUoA54XkZPx_ehBBSXV5V_JIVGGJItCF7Rghw/s400/STUFF+073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338781838747194194" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO3UMvimmHByrct4nds820SsW7gS0PaSAkyv1TuXC0PaVctUMQx4yVq9JgzOP42tS-7mzux2gYSV99y4BneTWAHeOqDAqqzdOUJGPTPo0f6521XxqvrMQqfhXqgRlv-nynfIb6fQ/s1600-h/Cort's+Graduation+129.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO3UMvimmHByrct4nds820SsW7gS0PaSAkyv1TuXC0PaVctUMQx4yVq9JgzOP42tS-7mzux2gYSV99y4BneTWAHeOqDAqqzdOUJGPTPo0f6521XxqvrMQqfhXqgRlv-nynfIb6fQ/s400/Cort's+Graduation+129.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338782727703814130" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-size:130%;">But kneel d</span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-size:130%;">ow</span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-size:130%;">n and take another look. Intrusive, perhaps. Common, most certainly. But one cannot question their beauty</span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);">against the cobalt of a bright May sky.</span></span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><span style="font-size:130%;">Look again. Life is comprised of much more than just roses. Consider the thistle. It holds a magic - and loveliness - of its own.</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL4cOHQomEUFCxsLiRTcZ3zqvz_HrPKJtXO-gY7lOTZq4AqLbURG0hvS2PfOmWWwnkFkU6uZmooovNQmLKDS8k3fsdMLkffA7mLVKX-5ZhLqOXw_44VmwtLDW2W43-DpT9OVdL4A/s1600-h/STUFF+098.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 372px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL4cOHQomEUFCxsLiRTcZ3zqvz_HrPKJtXO-gY7lOTZq4AqLbURG0hvS2PfOmWWwnkFkU6uZmooovNQmLKDS8k3fsdMLkffA7mLVKX-5ZhLqOXw_44VmwtLDW2W43-DpT9OVdL4A/s400/STUFF+098.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338777342406621122" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><!-- Start Bravenet.com Service Code -->
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His lovely and dear twin sister and her date joined in as well</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">. </span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx8P-CSQ9lu0COuzicNmxZez5dCstFfJXVV7YE0PoA9UyzDK4zZjQU26owT1lyrZSfR9AhzzIl3Te3d43qRbkUEz_fb420K-VclSEO7Ilb7EXtEvRW38YOJh8qkAk4H-9DQ_LCew/s1600-h/Prom+2009+014.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx8P-CSQ9lu0COuzicNmxZez5dCstFfJXVV7YE0PoA9UyzDK4zZjQU26owT1lyrZSfR9AhzzIl3Te3d43qRbkUEz_fb420K-VclSEO7Ilb7EXtEvRW38YOJh8qkAk4H-9DQ_LCew/s400/Prom+2009+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326520431805244418" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">The preparations were many, including these five foot cards I drew for the backdrop. Several kids helped me paint them; a task I could never have completed by myself in those last two days.<br /><br />As dates arrived, hairstyles were sprayed and finery completed, the photos began:<br /></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhagMrVohfZ457f8VA2fngLJnSJi6SyRYdCtS1YopVhJFbFOcFbbOapmtrg_M8LsYsiUlbM4RNhRg-nS8fB6ESw2uhqAq2gdWji9uRj_ul8oZhQPn0zpoFFPSVXwtDAaLdzrKGchw/s1600-h/Prom+2009+095.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhagMrVohfZ457f8VA2fngLJnSJi6SyRYdCtS1YopVhJFbFOcFbbOapmtrg_M8LsYsiUlbM4RNhRg-nS8fB6ESw2uhqAq2gdWji9uRj_ul8oZhQPn0zpoFFPSVXwtDAaLdzrKGchw/s400/Prom+2009+095.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326518138222521506" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBFvwDTyC3fjKPZKCOoU_23LmSz1lac2omIagS6d8Gu2XmQetvotS-zcbwUhkQJSWWMeLauntNOdZpjPno0JpAju6koKUd7UIeDqKkJ2szJRS-Pmd3Bsj3RHWxWksm6qQc6Or4pA/s1600-h/Prom+2009+047.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWYASRGE6QiBb1KurO-RvUVcLpYjGJ4ooLOreSyOiGpbjrPQmeZX1AiEL5EcDAw-TvDQOJR7U-jtPa-X3QU5IWHaDgYefolc0kRBWDfU6CToDISNHGlDfIz0hI2hQo1erdARncjw/s400/Prom+2009+178.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326515475439938546" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1_x00v3pjh6XWO5y9Wi-osxnqJkw0o7wS1AMMqdCR0tIgVd9_wpy5T66QUrqfyP0lZFbNaKp0v8V04o7YqXTblcSaxIaXcB5wT75Pq-VdwaRLOp1Itf02rCPfqmtXTfVULExdZA/s1600-h/Prom+2009+246.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1_x00v3pjh6XWO5y9Wi-osxnqJkw0o7wS1AMMqdCR0tIgVd9_wpy5T66QUrqfyP0lZFbNaKp0v8V04o7YqXTblcSaxIaXcB5wT75Pq-VdwaRLOp1Itf02rCPfqmtXTfVULExdZA/s400/Prom+2009+246.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326514328236077954" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;">Then it was time for a walk down the "red carpet" and photos in the limo...</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">These years have flown by and that little boy and girl of times past have grown up so quickly. I know my time of holding them close in this way is growing fewer, and though their future prospects invite wonderful anticipation, I can't help but be a bit melancholy for those days when time stretched endlessly and gloriously before us.</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNglfFjOR27JLv2FrsPynYsDZvR0frOUkqAHwCyHEcs65S0dCdu3jNb8vpV6NrzqwsWDN-KqN4ge_uD887VWKWmzhAqYdtsHr7GoVy4vZTgDD2kvKYoun5tYC4C0Hx0YnxtJaGjA/s1600-h/Prom+2009+251.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNglfFjOR27JLv2FrsPynYsDZvR0frOUkqAHwCyHEcs65S0dCdu3jNb8vpV6NrzqwsWDN-KqN4ge_uD887VWKWmzhAqYdtsHr7GoVy4vZTgDD2kvKYoun5tYC4C0Hx0YnxtJaGjA/s400/Prom+2009+251.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326512806884164370" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;">To my beautiful daughter and handsome son, I'm proud of you in so many ways and for so many reasons. May the doors continue to open up for you as you walk through this life, and may the love you hold on this special day continue to embrace you in the road that lies ahead.</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN_h5O-YASlRUiJ0UcfggMigknRlqqwAO2eMs1aPqbPzmHDYIXNJ_kUS6r-IS_tErldnVUEJ8kVR8XftmpeJ-Z43ON6YVnRwCb9h-6kGq-jq85xa4x9BcrMbOKbkFBS0xeB8tuoA/s1600-h/Prom+2009+248.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN_h5O-YASlRUiJ0UcfggMigknRlqqwAO2eMs1aPqbPzmHDYIXNJ_kUS6r-IS_tErldnVUEJ8kVR8XftmpeJ-Z43ON6YVnRwCb9h-6kGq-jq85xa4x9BcrMbOKbkFBS0xeB8tuoA/s400/Prom+2009+248.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326513668768701666" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhDKCU5FFxK10m3oxixTQWa2uxY56D0lyPVFVODs1Kppky1lY-F4oooraiXyyPTTWqNhXz1XTZIBnWvxrat-hPibGRGW5A6emcNPHCQ51T_tH_HKVmj9g_IuDe60oQfvtP3M8nUw/s1600-h/Prom+2009+252.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhDKCU5FFxK10m3oxixTQWa2uxY56D0lyPVFVODs1Kppky1lY-F4oooraiXyyPTTWqNhXz1XTZIBnWvxrat-hPibGRGW5A6emcNPHCQ51T_tH_HKVmj9g_IuDe60oQfvtP3M8nUw/s400/Prom+2009+252.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326512372745688962" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><!-- Start Bravenet.com Service Code -->
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