<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668908</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Tue, 20 Oct 2009 21:32:55 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>shards of something else.</title><description></description><link>http://with-abandon.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (stephanie)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>166</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668908.post-4688905935188817498</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Oct 2009 07:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-19T04:13:20.487-04:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miracles by Kenny G.... AKA Because-It's-Late-and-I-Couldn't- Resist-Wasting-My-Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULES:&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your mp3 player, iTunes, Windows Media Player, etc. on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag 10 friends (make me #11 so I can see your results). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;--&gt; I always ignore instructions like this....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Everyone tagged has to do the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;6. Have Fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF SOMEONE SAYS 'ARE YOU OKAY' YOU SAY?&lt;br /&gt;The Look of Love - Diana Krall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF&lt;br /&gt;Tu Bondad - Kari Jobe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Indelible - Brooke Fraser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;Hesitation - Stacie Orrico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?&lt;br /&gt;Looking Up - Paramore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S YOUR MOTTO?&lt;br /&gt;Disappear - Jars of Clay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;The Way I See You - Bethany Dillon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Returning the Smile You Have Had from the Start - Emery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Grace - William Joseph (oh good one....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS 2 + 2?&lt;br /&gt;Defiance - Joshua Bell and James Newton Howard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;br /&gt;Love Letters - Diana Krall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;br /&gt;Should've When You Could've - Skillet (oh nos.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;br /&gt;Learn You Inside Out - Lifehouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;Vapor - Skillet (hahahahaha..... sometimes. Definitely wish it sometimes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;br /&gt;I Climb - Thousand Foot Krutch (so romantic!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;br /&gt;Tennis Court Soundtrack - Daphne Loves Derby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;br /&gt;Catch a Falling Star - Perry Como&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR?&lt;br /&gt;The Blues - Switchfoot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?&lt;br /&gt;I'm Not Ashamed - Hillsong (that's RIGHT!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;Les Aventuries - Joe Hisaishi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;br /&gt;Tonight (I Want to Live in Your World) - Glassbyrd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Miracles - Kenny G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In other, not-so-pointless news, I got to go to my first live hockey game eeeever last week! I had been missing (and whining about it!) hockey for the past two weeks, and it &lt;a href="http://with-abandon.blogspot.com/2009/08/theres-that-word-again.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just so happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that a friend of a friend offered her two free tickets to a game in Dallas. So after class last Wednesday we booked it to Dallas to watch the Stars school the Predators. Live games are so much fun! And eventhough I first hesitated at the thought of cheering for the Stars (um, archenemy!), I couldn't help it..... it was a home game and we were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;destroying&lt;/span&gt; the other team!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2225281&amp;amp;id=90410474&amp;amp;l=0d45679752"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxLBR-nd4E/Stwc_HwXCwI/AAAAAAAAA3E/_lh7yAsRAx0/s400/IMG_3036_medres.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394218324422232834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Click through for more photos....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh man. Did I just say "we"?? As I was told earlier this weekend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;"Good golly you've already been corrupted."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Texas is subversive, I tell you. Sneaky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668908-4688905935188817498?l=with-abandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://with-abandon.blogspot.com/2009/10/miracles-by-kenny-g.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (stephanie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxLBR-nd4E/Stwc_HwXCwI/AAAAAAAAA3E/_lh7yAsRAx0/s72-c/IMG_3036_medres.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668908.post-1467290644670506724</guid><pubDate>Fri, 16 Oct 2009 16:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-16T12:40:42.277-04:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"All by myself..... don't wanna be all by myself......"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the sight I woke up to this morning (minus the white car):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxLBR-nd4E/Stigmhc20WI/AAAAAAAAA28/yJM2wqiSRSE/s1600-h/IMG_3073_medres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxLBR-nd4E/Stigmhc20WI/AAAAAAAAA28/yJM2wqiSRSE/s400/IMG_3073_medres.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393237137451045218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tornado looked so lonely out there all alone. It's fall break today, and everyone seems to have gone home! :( Oh the life of an international student.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668908-1467290644670506724?l=with-abandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://with-abandon.blogspot.com/2009/10/all-by-myself.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (stephanie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxLBR-nd4E/Stigmhc20WI/AAAAAAAAA28/yJM2wqiSRSE/s72-c/IMG_3073_medres.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668908.post-966746579332145976</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Oct 2009 07:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-13T03:47:16.972-04:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First time for everything.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that a certain week is less stressful than the last when you find time to do this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxLBR-nd4E/StQwGBdGVsI/AAAAAAAAA20/goWhN3JUZEQ/s1600-h/IMG_6125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxLBR-nd4E/StQwGBdGVsI/AAAAAAAAA20/goWhN3JUZEQ/s400/IMG_6125.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391987533897160386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I dunno why..... but all of a sudden I just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;felt&lt;/span&gt; like painting my toe nails purple. My toes have never worn such a bold colour before!! (That time when my sister painted every nail a different colour not withstanding.....) It's kinda growing on me though, what do you think? :p And lookit those pasty tan lines.... attractive, no? Haha.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668908-966746579332145976?l=with-abandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://with-abandon.blogspot.com/2009/10/first-time-for-everything.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (stephanie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxLBR-nd4E/StQwGBdGVsI/AAAAAAAAA20/goWhN3JUZEQ/s72-c/IMG_6125.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668908.post-4106829335556558149</guid><pubDate>Sat, 10 Oct 2009 06:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-13T03:48:14.830-04:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite time of year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love autumn weather..... I love the refreshing change from the oppressive summer heat. I love crisp, bright, autumn days. I love that the invigorating air makes it perfect for hiking and soccer. I love the colour change in the trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really miss that about home right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ottawacitizen.com/index.html"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxLBR-nd4E/StAxbRx_X4I/AAAAAAAAA2E/AG9Ggi9a_gw/s320/Gatineau_autumn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390863098661789570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Autumn in the Gatineau Hills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lately we've been having our own version of autumn down here..... no crisp bright days, and no Fall Rhapsody, but it's definitely cooled off a bit. Today it was actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cold&lt;/span&gt; enough for fleeces and close-toed shoes, and I realized with a sinking heart that 1) I did NOT bring enough warm clothes down with me, and 2) if 15C weather has me running for a jacket, I must have acclimatized to Texan conditions far faster than I thought possible (and it's aaaaall downhill from there, I know it!). Plus it has been raining like nobody's business. But hey - no more oppressive summer heat. I'll take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few shots I took right outside my house on a rainy Sunday.... I love how "enchanted forest" the shots feel, and the fact that all the shooting I did was basically within a square foot (mebbe two?) area. Sure doesn't take much to entertain me, does it? *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stph_wong/3997545914/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxLBR-nd4E/StAu-TuZjmI/AAAAAAAAA1s/m9A7dmOnPfs/s320/IMG_6022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390860401944137314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stph_wong/3996784577/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxLBR-nd4E/StAu-y3_seI/AAAAAAAAA10/vuzH8Pz00t4/s320/IMG_6024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390860410305884642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stph_wong/3997546412/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxLBR-nd4E/StAu_SYqgGI/AAAAAAAAA18/Y2OnZcyU70I/s320/IMG_6026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390860418764406882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668908-4106829335556558149?l=with-abandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://with-abandon.blogspot.com/2009/10/favorite-time-of-year-i-love-autumn.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (stephanie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxLBR-nd4E/StAxbRx_X4I/AAAAAAAAA2E/AG9Ggi9a_gw/s72-c/Gatineau_autumn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668908.post-4518548668969624398</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Sep 2009 07:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-09T03:55:31.858-04:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When grad students get bored.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..... they might do impulsive things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..... and......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..... they can't be held liable for their actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxLBR-nd4E/Sqdex3annjI/AAAAAAAAA1c/8Maa9N855yY/s1600-h/IMG_6004_medres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxLBR-nd4E/Sqdex3annjI/AAAAAAAAA1c/8Maa9N855yY/s320/IMG_6004_medres.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379372490699546162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*snip*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxLBR-nd4E/SqdeyRlFegI/AAAAAAAAA1k/4skNxlhku2A/s1600-h/IMG_5998_medres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxLBR-nd4E/SqdeyRlFegI/AAAAAAAAA1k/4skNxlhku2A/s320/IMG_5998_medres.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379372497722767874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*snip snip snip*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxLBR-nd4E/SqdexeBfRcI/AAAAAAAAA1U/2R1twkxHluw/s1600-h/IMG_5993_medres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxLBR-nd4E/SqdexeBfRcI/AAAAAAAAA1U/2R1twkxHluw/s320/IMG_5993_medres.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379372483883255234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How does it look? I had to stop myself before they got way to short. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668908-4518548668969624398?l=with-abandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://with-abandon.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-grad-students-get-bored.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (stephanie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxLBR-nd4E/Sqdex3annjI/AAAAAAAAA1c/8Maa9N855yY/s72-c/IMG_6004_medres.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668908.post-5346506438325344403</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 Sep 2009 01:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-06T23:34:44.179-04:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, for the first time ever, I sat through a college football game. I'm hoping to go to a game one of these days while I'm here..... and it's free! But this was a good start. And considering that I never saw ANY Raven games when I was at CU (besides parts of basketball games on TV), and that I'm not much of a sports fan in general, that's saying something. It was fun to spend the afternoon with a bunch of geo friends.... and to top it off, the Bears won! First road win in years, I read somewhere. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sic 'em bears!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxLBR-nd4E/SqR_FRHfHbI/AAAAAAAAA1M/QbhnOjWQy9o/s1600-h/Baylor+Bears.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxLBR-nd4E/SqR_FRHfHbI/AAAAAAAAA1M/QbhnOjWQy9o/s200/Baylor+Bears.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378563583458090418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ps: I've seen our mascots (we have real bears for mascots!).... they don't look anywhere as fierce as that! Cute brown fluff balls, more like. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Steph/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668908-5346506438325344403?l=with-abandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://with-abandon.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-today-for-first-time-ever-i-sat.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (stephanie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxLBR-nd4E/SqR_FRHfHbI/AAAAAAAAA1M/QbhnOjWQy9o/s72-c/Baylor+Bears.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668908.post-9156842059107649594</guid><pubDate>Sun, 30 Aug 2009 23:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-30T19:26:29.826-04:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And so it continues.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already gotten rid of 4 of our little insect friends this afternoon.... and I am perfectly aware that there is another one in the living room at the moment, but I am choosing to ignore him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah's gone out to get Raid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668908-9156842059107649594?l=with-abandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://with-abandon.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-so-it-continues.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (stephanie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668908.post-4252997082693566201</guid><pubDate>Sun, 30 Aug 2009 02:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-29T22:36:23.863-04:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chirp, chirp.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have caught and thrown out no less than 4 crickets tonight. And counting. Black, hopping, big, crickets. Hannah (my housemate) HATES the buggers, and I don't want to deal with messy bug guts, so it's up to me to catch them when I see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our theory is that they've been crawling into our flat through the gap between our balcony door and the sill. We had put in a request to get that weather-stripped because we didn't want to be spending extra $$ on AC, but let me tell you: we are high-tailing it to the manager's office on Monday and making this an urgent priority! In the meantime I thought a strip of strategically-placed tape over the gap might help a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, gotta go.... I left Crickey IV in the container where I caught him and he's chirping miserably. Guess I better go deal with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- 5 minutes later -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make that 6. *SIGH*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668908-4252997082693566201?l=with-abandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://with-abandon.blogspot.com/2009/08/chirp-chirp.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (stephanie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668908.post-4043240604286573359</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 Aug 2009 05:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-27T02:51:05.130-04:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Losing my mind.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; day.... The day I've been waiting for all week! The day I was scheduled to apply for my social security number! That will never expire! With which I could get paid! And FINALLY get a cell phone with a plan that can call long distance! And make all my dreams come true! (Ok maybe not that last one.) The social security rep even came to campus, so that we poor souls wouldn't soujourn to their office way out in the middle of nowhere (ie, I have no idea where it is). Problem was, where she was holding application sessions on campus required a long walk from my building.... which isn't so bad (exercise, anyone?), except that being outside meant being out under the sweltering sun during the hottest part of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What must be done, must be done, right? Just think of the walk as exercise AND being in the sauna, all at once. Suck it up and all that. So I grabbed the reference letter I was supposed to bring (Paulette our office administrator MADE me promise I wouldn't lose it or forget to bring it), made sure I had my sunglasses, and set out. I hugged every shred of shade I could find along the way, squinting and wincing at the sun when none was to be had. Finally, sweaty and fed up with Texan weather, I made it to the teeny tiny International Studies office a few minutes before my scheduled appointment, cooled down a bit................... then realized that I had forgotten my passport in my office, AND my student visa documents at home. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Plus&lt;/span&gt; I had a meeting to get to! So I checked with the lady to make sure she was going to be around for the entire afternoon, planned to return after my meeting, and booked it as fast as I could back to my end of my campus..... got in my car (praying the whole way that God would let me find another parking spot when I got back), sped home, grabbed my visa, and got back to school just a few minutes late for my meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our meeting, I steeled myself for yet another trip through the oven to the International Studies office. I even brought a sweater this time to shade myself a little during the walk. I got there, disgustingly sweaty but glad I was one walk closer to finishing this application (and never having to make the trip again! I was so naive....). I waited until the applicants before me finished, got in the room, sat down, got out my passport and visa forms......................................... and realized that in my haste to finish my application and return in time for my lab, I had forgotten the reference letter on my desk (that I wasn't supposed to lose or forget, remember?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I heaved a sigh, collected my things, apologized to the lady, and made my way back to my office - thinking the whole way:&lt;br /&gt;1. what had happened to my BRAIN,&lt;br /&gt;2. telling myself that one's response to adversity says much about their character (I have good character! I do I do!! Just not when things don't go the way I plan. Errrrrmmmm.... yes.),&lt;br /&gt;3. wondering what lesson God could &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;possibly&lt;/span&gt; want me to learn through this, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why did it have to be so dang HOT out?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at my office, I stuffed EVERYTHING besides my textbook and lunch containers into my backpack (Lord help me if I had to go back a FOURTH time), let my TA know that I might be late for my lab, and once more made the trek to the International Studies office. On my third try (sigh), I finally got it right. The application form was straight forward, and before long I was back in my lab, only having missed a few minutes'-worth of introduction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on in the day, I ran into Dr. Joe (my supervisor) and told him my sorry tale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You need to be more organized," he commented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, maybe I need an iphone too," I joked. His iphone is his newest toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile I was thinking, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But you don't understand. I AM organized. Freakishly so. Just ask anyone. I remember obscure details and I have a planner that I actually use. You don't understand. This type of thing just doesn't. Happen. To. Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I still don't get it. Texas brainwashed me and tossed out the memory part of my brain with the wash water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or something.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668908-4043240604286573359?l=with-abandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://with-abandon.blogspot.com/2009/08/losing-my-mind.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (stephanie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668908.post-4617924274835086695</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Aug 2009 22:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-25T18:11:08.230-04:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Poll of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to decide which Baylor decal to get for my car. I can't decide, so I thought I would ask all of you! Comment and let me know what you think.... pro's, con's, all of it. For you car purists (yes, you know who you are!), NOT having a decal isn't an option here. I may decide not to declare school loyalty via my car afterall, but that's a poll for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without further ado, your choices are the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A. A raised chrome (like your standard Jesus fish decals) "BU", on the bottom right under the fish:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxLBR-nd4E/SpRgreNUH_I/AAAAAAAAA08/Qvwhs0HkrxE/s1600-h/Car+sticky+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxLBR-nd4E/SpRgreNUH_I/AAAAAAAAA08/Qvwhs0HkrxE/s320/Car+sticky+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374026555319394290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;B. A standard plastic, white "Baylor" decal, to go on the bottom of the rear windshield:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxLBR-nd4E/SpRgrw-IeUI/AAAAAAAAA1E/UEjE2rlASIU/s1600-h/Car+sticky+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxLBR-nd4E/SpRgrw-IeUI/AAAAAAAAA1E/UEjE2rlASIU/s320/Car+sticky+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374026560355989826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do Y'ALL think? (NO I do not actually talk like that.... yet.................)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668908-4617924274835086695?l=with-abandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://with-abandon.blogspot.com/2009/08/poll-of-day-im-trying-to-decide-which.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (stephanie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxLBR-nd4E/SpRgreNUH_I/AAAAAAAAA08/Qvwhs0HkrxE/s72-c/Car+sticky+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668908.post-6799787324803198678</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Aug 2009 04:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-25T18:01:02.921-04:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There's that word again.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this morning's &lt;a href="http://www.highlandbc.org/templates/System/details.asp?id=43556&amp;amp;PID=612834"&gt;message&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;providence &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pronset"&gt;&lt;span class="show_spellpr" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pron"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="boldface"&gt;prov&lt;/span&gt;-i-d&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;uh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img class="luna-Img" src="http://cache.lexico.com/dictionary/graphics/luna/thinsp.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;ns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;] - God's intentional, hands-on acts to constantly manage people and the systems of the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668908-6799787324803198678?l=with-abandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://with-abandon.blogspot.com/2009/08/theres-that-word-again.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (stephanie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668908.post-508043058624471479</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 Aug 2009 08:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-23T23:12:13.078-04:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just so happens....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stph_wong/3850433019/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxLBR-nd4E/So-0RS9SieI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/6_v9xrVIs0E/s400/IMG_5938_medres.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372711089715972578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just so happened that on &lt;a href="http://with-abandon.blogspot.com/2009/08/from-road-day-2-today-it-rained.html"&gt;day 2&lt;/a&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;.... it rained and poured like I haven't experienced since &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stph_wong/3572646012/"&gt;Leon&lt;/a&gt;.... and then some.&lt;br /&gt;.... the wipers on the van were not working.&lt;br /&gt;.... the &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stph_wong/3791266002/"&gt;mechanic&lt;/a&gt; we ended up at to fix said wipers loves Jesus (small ray of sunshine during an afternoon of hurdles!).&lt;br /&gt;.... that said mechanic worked his magic so that - even without a replacement part - we were soon on the road again.&lt;br /&gt;.... because of said rain, we ended up at a super nice hotel for the night, and everyone got a good night's rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just so happened that when we arrived in Waco....&lt;br /&gt;.... we made it just in time before the office closed to pick up apartment keys.&lt;br /&gt;.... that upon entering said apartment, we discovered that it wasn't such a steal afterall. BUT it also just so happened that,&lt;br /&gt;.... I hadn't yet been asked to sign a lease or put in a deposit, so we were free to look for another flat for me.&lt;br /&gt;.... we chose to stay at a certain hotel that night.... the only one I was familiar with in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the next day, it just so happened that....&lt;br /&gt;.... we spotted an apartment/residence community across the street.&lt;br /&gt;.... the community was beautiful and safe.&lt;br /&gt;.... they were renting out two bedroom units by the room, and I got to choose!&lt;br /&gt;.... the flat I ended up with is nicer and bigger than I ever expected I could get (it has a washer and dryer in the unit!!), and certainly nothing I would have found if I hadn't been here looking.&lt;br /&gt;.... (we were admittedly a bit dissappointed at the time) the flat wasn't ready until the next week.&lt;br /&gt;.... Dad was able to get ahold of Cal's friend (whom we had never met).&lt;br /&gt;.... he graciously invited us to stay with him for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;.... he was scheduled to leave town &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the day after I could move in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... we made a new friend and had some great times of fellowship.&lt;br /&gt;.... because we got to stay with him, we had a guide for our first few days in this new town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, it just so happened that....&lt;br /&gt;.... because I moved in after Ben arrived, we had his strength to move the heavy stuff. :p&lt;br /&gt;.... since we had to get/bring Ben to the Houston airport, I got to tack on two trips to IKEA to get furniture.&lt;br /&gt;.... because my family was here, I didn't have to find my way around and figure everything out on my own.&lt;br /&gt;.... the apartment managers found me a housemate (as much as I wanted to at first, I realized that living on my own wasn't really what I wanted afterall).&lt;br /&gt;.... she didn't move in (bringing her U-Haul and her family) until my family (and all their things) had left.&lt;br /&gt;.... she is in Fine Arts, which will keep me sane and from drowning in science. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just so happened that on the drive down, Mum and I had been reminded of a thing called &lt;a href="http://www.marshillchurch.org/media/redeemingruth/gods-hand-in-our-blessing"&gt;providence&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just so happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668908-508043058624471479?l=with-abandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://with-abandon.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-just-so-happened.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (stephanie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxLBR-nd4E/So-0RS9SieI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/6_v9xrVIs0E/s72-c/IMG_5938_medres.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668908.post-927053876207418136</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Aug 2009 04:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-06T00:51:52.258-04:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From the road - day 3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun shined on us all day today. :) One more day to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stph_wong/3793655175/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxLBR-nd4E/Snpgl7qcnEI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/0gYIizIAZIc/s400/IMG_2952_medres.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366708110752521282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668908-927053876207418136?l=with-abandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://with-abandon.blogspot.com/2009/08/from-road-day-3-sun-shined-on-us-all.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (stephanie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxLBR-nd4E/Snpgl7qcnEI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/0gYIizIAZIc/s72-c/IMG_2952_medres.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668908.post-3272182109474909883</guid><pubDate>Wed, 05 Aug 2009 03:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-05T00:21:26.005-04:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From the road - day 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today it rained. And poured. And stormed. And rained some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be adding a day 4 to the drive, but it's ok.... everyone is safe and dry (albeit a few frayed nerves for some), and we are getting to see His provision and providence at work. All good things. I only wish I had gotten a couple shots of the show. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stph_wong/3791265908/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxLBR-nd4E/SnkExblC5qI/AAAAAAAAAzg/CsIs8FxEkHg/s320/IMG_2909_medres.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366325678251894434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stph_wong/3791266002/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxLBR-nd4E/SnkEx8r1JEI/AAAAAAAAAzo/ccz0kLBD5EU/s320/IMG_2912_medres.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366325687138722882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stph_wong/3790453895/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxLBR-nd4E/SnkEyOglSbI/AAAAAAAAAzw/XHs9sUqGSmc/s320/IMG_2919_medres.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366325691923384754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stph_wong/3790453985/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxLBR-nd4E/SnkEyQNhi_I/AAAAAAAAAz4/n_pDQN54RAo/s320/IMG_2923_medres.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366325692380318706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stph_wong/3791266216/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxLBR-nd4E/SnkEyiC8JBI/AAAAAAAAA0A/MLb-AgBOOXE/s320/IMG_2932_medres.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366325697167762450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stph_wong/3791266292/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxLBR-nd4E/SnkE5kh1nvI/AAAAAAAAA0I/3nJlOELQ2H0/s320/IMG_2934_medres.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366325818093313778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668908-3272182109474909883?l=with-abandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://with-abandon.blogspot.com/2009/08/from-road-day-2-today-it-rained.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (stephanie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxLBR-nd4E/SnkExblC5qI/AAAAAAAAAzg/CsIs8FxEkHg/s72-c/IMG_2909_medres.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668908.post-7291960085355729550</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Aug 2009 03:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-04T00:00:16.040-04:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From the road - day 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stph_wong/3787747172/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxLBR-nd4E/SnesweXjt_I/AAAAAAAAAyw/j1IZGluntyM/s320/IMG_2895_medres.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365947429820807154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stph_wong/3787747560/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxLBR-nd4E/SneswuC935I/AAAAAAAAAy4/4UHqM2sf3gk/s320/IMG_2899_medres.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365947434029408146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stph_wong/3787748270/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxLBR-nd4E/Sneswx1EYGI/AAAAAAAAAzA/kL_h3NKLuZo/s320/IMG_2900_medres.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365947435044855906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stph_wong/3787748962/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxLBR-nd4E/SnesxXZ3CeI/AAAAAAAAAzI/RkTwVc7Tw0g/s320/IMG_2904_medres.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365947445131282914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stph_wong/3786938183/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxLBR-nd4E/SnesxvCpZQI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/B9bOaY6sZoM/s320/IMG_2906_medres.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365947451476370690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668908-7291960085355729550?l=with-abandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://with-abandon.blogspot.com/2009/08/from-road-day-1.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (stephanie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxLBR-nd4E/SnesweXjt_I/AAAAAAAAAyw/j1IZGluntyM/s72-c/IMG_2895_medres.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668908.post-5565246031609575226</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 Aug 2009 06:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-03T23:12:54.520-04:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well loved.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;..... all week. Wow, how a girl gets loved on when she's about to go away for awhile! I have been sooo spoiled. I may have eaten enough in this week alone to compensate for the starving student lifestyle that I am about to embark on (African, Mexican, Japanese, Spanish, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nicaraguan&lt;/span&gt;, Indian, plus home-cooked deliciousness!!), but I have loved every moment of this week spent with so many dear friends. Thank you thank you, to each one of you who took the time to hang out, chat, watch a movie, share a meal, write a note, put a present together, share a laugh..... thank you for loving me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so well&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't take &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nearly &lt;/span&gt;enough photos, but here is a small taste of my last week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stph_wong/3784327098/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxLBR-nd4E/SnaAzOuE90I/AAAAAAAAAyI/i5SlRPsGxRQ/s320/IMG_5831_medres.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365617623671568194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stph_wong/3783519541/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxLBR-nd4E/SnaAzbzjBmI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/LdxOSvTu4lc/s320/IMG_5841_medres.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365617627184170594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stph_wong/3784333446/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxLBR-nd4E/SnaAztYaBNI/AAAAAAAAAyY/plOYzYwpw0w/s320/IMG_5870.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365617631902172370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stph_wong/3787657174/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxLBR-nd4E/SnelgqUoxgI/AAAAAAAAAyo/LJ9esFAe-WA/s320/IMG_2893_medres.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365939461570479618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stph_wong/3783526013/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxLBR-nd4E/SnaAz_l4uLI/AAAAAAAAAyg/1FFumcbJEcY/s320/IMG_5887_medres.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365617636790548658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668908-5565246031609575226?l=with-abandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://with-abandon.blogspot.com/2009/08/well-loved.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (stephanie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxLBR-nd4E/SnaAzOuE90I/AAAAAAAAAyI/i5SlRPsGxRQ/s72-c/IMG_5831_medres.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668908.post-7007262052277240598</guid><pubDate>Sun, 02 Aug 2009 03:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-02T03:32:00.082-04:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Farewell.... just for awhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I'm on my last leg here in Ottawa. We've all known that I'd be leaving for a long while now, but as always, reality takes some time to set in. Even as I type this, I don't think that I am totally convinced myself that life will not continue tomorrow (and the day after that, and the weeks and months to follow) the way that it always has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I suppose that my impending move has crept into our consciousness in small ways..... in the way we speak what we feel about each other a little more, in the way we plan and purchase things, and in the way we hold onto each other a little longer and tighter. Small changes that mean so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Tomorrow at church I will say my good-byes to all my beloved friends, aunties, and uncles; and the morning after that I will get into my car with my family and drive south, south, and more south.... until I reach a new place. A new place to put down roots. A new town to get to know, new friends, a new school, a new church. A new place to learn and many new chances to grow. "New" is going to be an important word around here for the next while!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;But before all that New, first there are lots of farewells. Not Farewell For Good, of course.... but Just For Awhile, until we meet again. As part of that process there has been lots of time spent the last couple of weeks with dear ones.... lots of conversation, laughter, and (of course!) lots of good food. Many precious moments and lots of love to bring with me as I leave. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;One of the things I got to do as a Farewell Get-together was spend some time with Miss Karen.... she came over after work and we cooked together - a favorite past time! It was a hot day - not the type of day you would think to cook a stew! - but it still hit the spot. As Karen said with a grin, "I am soooo happy right now!" Ah yes. This stew makes me happy too! ^-^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stph_wong/3780460080/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxLBR-nd4E/SnU3uw3nuTI/AAAAAAAAAyA/CA12R9k71wM/s400/IMG_5814_medres.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365255807613516082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;African Nut Stew&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                            &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 12pt;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3 Tbsp (30 mL) soy sauce&lt;br /&gt;1 onion, sliced&lt;br /&gt;2 cups (500 mL) yams, diced in 1-in (2.5-cm) cubes&lt;br /&gt;1 carrot, sliced&lt;br /&gt;1 celery stalk, sliced&lt;br /&gt;1 red bell pepper, diced&lt;br /&gt;4 cups (1 L) vegetable stock (we used chicken broth and that works great too!)&lt;br /&gt;1 15-oz (465-g) can garbanzo beans&lt;br /&gt;1 15-oz (465-g) can crushed tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup (125 mL) fresh cilantro, chopped&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup (80 mL) natural peanut butter&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp (10 mL) curry powder&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 12pt;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;--&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 12pt;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Heat 1/2 cup (125 mL) of water and the soy sauce in a large pot. Add onion and yams. Cook over high heat, stirring occasionally, for 5 minutes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 12pt;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Add carrot, celery, and pepper. Cover and cook 5 minutes, stirring occasionally. (At this point, we forgot to watch the clock and the veggies started to scorch, which ended up imparting a pleasant smokiness to the finished stew! But if you're more time-conscious than we are.....) Add tomatoes, stock, garbanzo beans, and cilantro after 5 minutes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 12pt;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Blend peanut butter with 1/3 cup (80 mL) of water, then add it to the soup along with the curry powder. Stir, then cover and simmer 10 minutes. (Add more if needed....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 12pt;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This soup freezes well. Serve with cooked grains or whole grain toast and a green salad. (We had it with garlic naan bread and it was DELICIOUS!)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 12pt; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;**We like our meat, so we added some chicken breast to this stew. We did it by throwing some spices into a pot of water, bringing it to a boil, then cooking the chicken until it was cooked but still juicy. Then we shredded it and added it to the stew. Yummy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 12pt; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Serves 8-10....... or 2-4 because everyone will DEFINITELY want seconds!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668908-7007262052277240598?l=with-abandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://with-abandon.blogspot.com/2009/07/farewell.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (stephanie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxLBR-nd4E/SnU3uw3nuTI/AAAAAAAAAyA/CA12R9k71wM/s72-c/IMG_5814_medres.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668908.post-4846460024975926233</guid><pubDate>Thu, 23 Jul 2009 03:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-24T03:45:52.023-04:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Of dragons, hearts on clearance, and noble steeds......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hello friends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(ha.... is it time that favorite phrase made a come back, D-dear?)&lt;/span&gt;! It's been a little while since we last rendez-vous'd. While I've been idle here, I've been busy in the *real* world.... battling dragons, sizing up options for a noble steed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; packing. Yes, packing up &lt;a href="http://with-abandon.blogspot.com/2009/04/end.html"&gt;again&lt;/a&gt;.... remember &lt;a href="http://with-abandon.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-then.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;? It's crazy that in another short week, what was a mere possibility will become reality!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Of the dragon (of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Drakos calculusius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; type), I'm pretty sure he won the battle as well as the war, and I'd be ever so grateful if he and I never had to cross paths again. But anyway. In the spirit of dwelling on good, I'd like to leave Mr. Nasty-Beastie behind and instead tell you a little more about our trip.... something that still makes me smile when I think on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When we're in a community on a drill, there are two main parts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; of our week - drilling the well, and conducting hygiene courses for anyone that's interested. We specifically try to invite the mothers since they are the ones with direct influence on the cleanliness of their homes and little ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Of course, us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;gringos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; can't speak a lick of Spanish and aren't of much use when you're trying to explain what germs are and why it is so important to wash your hands, so we keep the children occupied while Yami (LWI Nic's hygiene specialist) talks to the moms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stph_wong/3751797948/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxLBR-nd4E/SmlDmky60XI/AAAAAAAAAwo/dqy2nPs9K3U/s320/IMG_2482_lowres.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361891161352622450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bring along toys like balls, skipping ropes, stickers, balloons  and have a great time playing with the littles. At the end of the week, these are given to the community so that all the littles can share them. Honestly, spend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ing time with the children makes the week so much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; than it would've bee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;n if we had just come in, put in the well, and left like a strike team. Running, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;tickling, screaming, laughing, hugging, and kissing energetic little kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; with a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ban&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;n..... it does something subtle yet profound to a person, don't you thi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;nk? Worries and reservations slip away, and you realize that life in its essence is just all about loving and enjoying the community around you. It's refreshing! And so, so fun. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stph_wong/3751008465/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxLBR-nd4E/SmlbdyMty6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/JsbcxdU8iwo/s320/100_0693_i.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361917398610725794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Karen &amp;amp; Rick teaching th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;e kids a game (photo by Marie).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stph_wong/3751009549/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxLBR-nd4E/SmlYzZBRRMI/AAAAAAAAAxo/6um6FOMTwCU/s320/100_0469.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361914471274071234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adding some sparkle.... (photo by Rick).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stph_wong/3751800558/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxLBR-nd4E/SmlbeGuYH2I/AAAAAAAAAx4/Zy2ubyyx-HE/s320/IMG_5209_lowres.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361917404120620898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jean facing off with our little lion.... I mean Emily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Long before we left for Nicaragua, Karen and Marie went shopping for things we could take down for the children. They picked up an assortment of plastic beads, frisbees, and stickers, as well as foam hearts that were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;on clearance from Valentine's day. They couldn't imagine what the kids would do with a pile of pink and red foam hearts, but who could resist 75% off? So one afternoon during Yami's hygiene lesson, we decided to get out the crafts for the littles to do. First came the beads....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stph_wong/3751801242/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxLBR-nd4E/SmlEZZ_i8gI/AAAAAAAAAww/WBsMNFzKYPw/s320/IMG_2481_lowres.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361892034626122242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the kids really got into it... from preschoolers to teens, the boys as well as the girls! They loved all the different shapes and colours,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; and I found it so interesting to see the different combinations each child came up with. The sweetest thing was knowing how special this simple (to us) craft was for them.... for days afterward we saw little girls proudly wearing their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;creations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stph_wong/3751011621/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxLBR-nd4E/SmlE8jz1erI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Opi9X1N8ybU/s320/IMG_5095_lowres.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361892638556781234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stph_wong/3751012357/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxLBR-nd4E/SmlFeGhJyQI/AAAAAAAAAxI/OOCWUtucBWI/s320/IMG_5097_lowres.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361893214809344258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't take long for the supply of beads to be depleted, so we brought out the foam hearts and shapes next. We showed them that the small hearts had an adhesive on the back and could be used like stickers; it wasn't long before these clearance craft supplies were being turned into the sweetest cards/hangings. We soon found out who they were for.... Mother's Day was in a fe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;w days, and normally the littles would not have the materials to make anything for their mums. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stph_wong/3751012937/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxLBR-nd4E/SmlEqoCaqDI/AAAAAAAAAw4/sa-c3i9m9l8/s320/IMG_2483_lowres.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361892330454034482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;We couldn't have imagined a better use for those foam stickies! I was floored by this incident (and others.... there were so many on this trip!) just how perfectly our Heavenly Father plans everything, down to the most seemingly insignificant detail. He always puts the right thing, in the right place, at the right time.... and our part is to be open to Him tugging at our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stph_wong/3751013405/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxLBR-nd4E/SmlFeW3LdOI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/3idVDm_AJyA/s320/IMG_5099_lowres.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361893219196695778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sweeties were so very proud of their creations. :) As for me, I won't be taking construction paper and crayons for granted again any time soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="verdana" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stph_wong/3751013773/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 205px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxLBR-nd4E/SmlFeuQ0P4I/AAAAAAAAAxY/-uC_zjjQqUQ/s320/IMG_5122_lowres.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361893225478242178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;To end, I wanted to introduce you to my very noble and trusty steed. My own &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stph_wong/3708308728/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;black beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;! I hadn't planned on acquiring one for a long time yet.... but the move pretty much made it necessary! The process of getting him was pretty swift and fairly painless.... again: right thing, right place, right time. ;) There is still a minor thing that is taking awhile to get sorted out, but we're trying to take things in stride. He and I are still getting comfortable with each other, but I think that we will be very happy together. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668908-4846460024975926233?l=with-abandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://with-abandon.blogspot.com/2009/07/of-dragons-hearts-on-clearance-and.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (stephanie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxLBR-nd4E/SmlDmky60XI/AAAAAAAAAwo/dqy2nPs9K3U/s72-c/IMG_2482_lowres.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668908.post-8615806303487569873</guid><pubDate>Sun, 05 Jul 2009 02:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-04T23:52:43.248-04:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All up now   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save for a few more that will make their appearance along with stories here, photos from the drill trip to Nicaragua are all up! Go &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stph_wong/sets/72157618809573260/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to see the whole set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stph_wong/3685993865/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxLBR-nd4E/SlAi17nRnLI/AAAAAAAAAu8/_-yvczMu2Uc/s400/IMG_5046_lowres.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354818266874354866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Belize photos are coming soon. :) Hope everyone had a lovely Canada day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668908-8615806303487569873?l=with-abandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://with-abandon.blogspot.com/2009/07/all-up-now-save-for-few-more-that-will.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (stephanie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxLBR-nd4E/SlAi17nRnLI/AAAAAAAAAu8/_-yvczMu2Uc/s72-c/IMG_5046_lowres.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668908.post-2600434351329098135</guid><pubDate>Thu, 25 Jun 2009 20:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-27T01:46:39.842-04:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(One last intermission before getting back to Central America.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stph_wong/3663880133/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxLBR-nd4E/SkWmIMabGuI/AAAAAAAAAuk/ZcmrupHgEoM/s320/IMG_5643_lowres.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351866391900920546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last week my parents celebrated their wedding anniversary, and since I wasn't working or in school during the day, I got to put together a simple brunch for them. I don't often put much effort into cooking breakfast/brunch (breakfast/brunch is Mum's specialty.... I am a leftovers-in-the-morning kinda girl! That, or a I'm-way-too-late-to-have-breakfast sorta girl), so this was really fun to plan and put together, and very simple to do too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stph_wong/3664679518/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxLBR-nd4E/SkPg2X2LdDI/AAAAAAAAAuM/zh-Z9kfUxU4/s320/IMG_5636_lowres.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351368006965097522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stph_wong/3663879127/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxLBR-nd4E/SkPhC_7ELII/AAAAAAAAAuU/gSWt8iQJOzk/s320/IMG_5640_lowres.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351368223881440386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Growing up, I was taught that wedding anniversaries were days to celebrate. I thought of them like birthdays.... each year you remember the day that something special officially began. They are special enough days &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I guess&lt;/span&gt;. At any rate, I make sure to remember my parents' anniversary, if for nothing other than it was what I grew up always doing. In the past few years though, I find that this annual celebration has taken on new weight for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am understanding a little more what being in this relationship actually means. What each person &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;must&lt;/span&gt; pour into it to make it work. How it is more than rose-coloured glasses and happy endings. How ugly it can get when two imperfect people are to live as one unit. How the sole purpose of this relationship - as is everything else - is supposed to be a reflection of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;His&lt;/span&gt; glory (and not for my self-gratification or happiness). How it can be the greatest shaping tool that God will use to knock off the stubborn sin in our hearts, and how painful a process that is. How &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;difficult&lt;/span&gt; it can be to stay together - to win together. But - oh - how sweet this hard-won victory is. Staying married is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hard&lt;/span&gt;, but I am still convinced that there is nothing sweeter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stph_wong/3664682172/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxLBR-nd4E/SkWmVHQTw4I/AAAAAAAAAus/zzym41ApCJY/s320/IMG_5644_lowres.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351866613854618498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So yes - a wedding anniversary marks the passing of another year in a marriage. But it's so much more than that too...... it means a year of growth. It means that through the tears and the smiles, two people are still holding on to each other. It means that they have not given up - on each other, nor - more importantly - on a God that is &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=57&amp;amp;chapter=1&amp;amp;verse=6&amp;amp;version=31&amp;amp;context=verse"&gt;faithful to complete the work that He starts&lt;/a&gt;. It is a testament to an entire year of His goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stph_wong/3663881203/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxLBR-nd4E/SkWmf-UCLlI/AAAAAAAAAu0/p6bbg7FUK6Y/s320/IMG_5646_lowres.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351866800432885330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;27. That's alot of years. I can't wait for 50, Mum and Daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxLBR-nd4E/SkPiPUgVzEI/AAAAAAAAAuc/B97nJVUy-g0/s1600-h/IMG_5638_lowres_crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668908-2600434351329098135?l=with-abandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://with-abandon.blogspot.com/2009/06/27-years.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (stephanie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxLBR-nd4E/SkWmIMabGuI/AAAAAAAAAuk/ZcmrupHgEoM/s72-c/IMG_5643_lowres.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668908.post-2444398044760446800</guid><pubDate>Wed, 17 Jun 2009 08:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-17T04:46:09.795-04:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday's finish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Remember Monday's little project? Here they are today, all finished! I printed out some shots from our &lt;a href="http://with-abandon.blogspot.com/2009/05/leaving-on-jet-plane.html"&gt;big trip&lt;/a&gt; and framed them up. I sure hope the recipients enjoy these little souvenirs from our travels. :) These are so simple and affordable to do..... and (to me) they mean alot more than cheap trinkets! I'll report back on whether the giftee's think so too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stph_wong/3635329472/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 174px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxLBR-nd4E/Sjip-QHyrUI/AAAAAAAAAtc/qA7quC3a48E/s400/IMG_5630%265634.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348211444447096130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ps: If you're wondering why all the frames are hidden behind each other and blurred out, that's completely my intent. The full shots will (eventually) make their way to flickr.... after these get gifted. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668908-2444398044760446800?l=with-abandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://with-abandon.blogspot.com/2009/06/tuesdays-finish.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (stephanie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxLBR-nd4E/Sjip-QHyrUI/AAAAAAAAAtc/qA7quC3a48E/s72-c/IMG_5630%265634.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668908.post-928344876385035424</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Jun 2009 22:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-15T19:07:48.525-04:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday at home.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something different today - an intermission of sorts. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stph_wong/3629912705/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxLBR-nd4E/SjbOwOx2YlI/AAAAAAAAAtE/Jtl3qed1FoI/s320/IMG_5620_lowres.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347688935545266770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today's project....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stph_wong/3630728750/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxLBR-nd4E/SjbO6xU739I/AAAAAAAAAtM/E-5alJzTr3c/s320/IMG_5623_lowres.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347689116617924562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today's colour....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stph_wong/3629916011/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxLBR-nd4E/SjbPFCnRrSI/AAAAAAAAAtU/bBQNQkAoiHs/s320/IMG_5625_lowres.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347689293056945442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today's lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's nice to see and shoot something different, isn't it? I've been looking at trip photos non-stop lately, so today was definitely a good break for me! Hopefully you too. We'll get back to Nicaragua (and Belize! It's coming too!) shortly. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668908-928344876385035424?l=with-abandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://with-abandon.blogspot.com/2009/06/monday-at-home.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (stephanie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxLBR-nd4E/SjbOwOx2YlI/AAAAAAAAAtE/Jtl3qed1FoI/s72-c/IMG_5620_lowres.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668908.post-3063083600021391085</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Jun 2009 07:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-15T19:08:12.748-04:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;More glimpses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;More like faces this time. ;) The most recent batch of uploads are portraits of some of the people we met in Telica (see the set in-progress &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stph_wong/sets/72157618809573260/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;). More to come, naturally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 days of photos down.... 3 more to go........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stph_wong/3613434718/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxLBR-nd4E/Si9hWxlEIpI/AAAAAAAAAsg/UEL8lhIoHFs/s400/IMG_4941_BW_lowres.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345598326605882002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668908-3063083600021391085?l=with-abandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://with-abandon.blogspot.com/2009/06/more-glimpses.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (stephanie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxLBR-nd4E/Si9hWxlEIpI/AAAAAAAAAsg/UEL8lhIoHFs/s72-c/IMG_4941_BW_lowres.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668908.post-2552081040549542235</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 May 2009 06:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-28T04:20:37.611-04:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Glimpses of Nicaragua.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Trying my hardest these days to get through all the photos from our drill trip. I've been posting some &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stph_wong/sets/72157618809573260/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, and attempting to be less cryptic about what's going on in the photos too - compared to the &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stph_wong/sets/72157608224173378/"&gt;first trip&lt;/a&gt; to Guatemala. Check back often! Sooner or later the whole set will make it up. And then hopefully, the stories will follow too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stph_wong/3565407793/in/set-72157618809573260/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxLBR-nd4E/Sh5IUb1piiI/AAAAAAAAAr4/8lNjbxCjfOc/s400/IMG_5193_BW_lowres.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340785724015348258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668908-2552081040549542235?l=with-abandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://with-abandon.blogspot.com/2009/05/glimpses-of-nicaragua.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (stephanie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcxLBR-nd4E/Sh5IUb1piiI/AAAAAAAAAr4/8lNjbxCjfOc/s72-c/IMG_5193_BW_lowres.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6668908.post-6809336869605921307</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 May 2009 07:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-22T03:47:50.316-04:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aaaand we're back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made it home! After almost-three wonderful, adventure-filled weeks, Miss Jean and I are home again. We're getting re-situated into Ottawa-life, and I'm getting into the herculean task of processing a mountain load of photos. Fortunately (for Franki), there are some imposed-by-others deadlines for getting the photos done as soon as possible, so it won't be forever and a half before they see the light of day. ;) I'm hoping to post some photos along with little stories here too.... I have lots of half-formed ideas about that, but more to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I'm wishing that a loud alarm would go off whenever your skin was in the process of getting sun-burned. Or that there would at least be a loud sizzling noise. It sure would help&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;..... especially when the burning involves one's scalp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6668908-6809336869605921307?l=with-abandon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://with-abandon.blogspot.com/2009/05/aaaand-were-back.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (stephanie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>