tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55210397254216618712024-02-07T22:09:02.349-08:00Frei GeistAlenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10513340244838867680noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521039725421661871.post-4253145228389104322011-03-17T08:29:00.000-07:002011-03-17T08:34:51.872-07:00Check out my little brother's blog...<a href="http://mycrazymind304.blogspot.com/">http://mycrazymind304.blogspot.com/</a>Alenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10513340244838867680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521039725421661871.post-75547992064376182452011-01-18T14:02:00.000-08:002011-01-18T14:04:23.889-08:00Raw Milk...yeah its the bomb.<p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;">When an innocent consumer walks into a grocery store and buys pasteurized and homogenized milk, little do they know that they are in fact buying a harmful and toxic liquid.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The common belief among milk-drinkers appears to be that milk creates healthy, amazing, and vital individuals having strong teeth and bones. They are drawn to its “wholesome creaminess” because they do not know better. They are tricked by the mainstream society into thinking the drink they call milk is a normal and amazing dietary component.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>They think that milk “does a body good” and they are encouraged to make sure they “got milk”.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>There happens to be a lot of information that is unknown to most people buying and drinking milk from a regular grocery store. The tragedy is how little, if anything, is known about raw milk.</span></p><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Raw milk is uncooked, unhomogenized, and practically straight from the cow. The milk is so healthy and pure. I feel like it was designed for us to drink. The best raw milk comes from colored dairy cows. Common breeds of dairy cows that produce this milk are the Jersey, Guernsey, and Brown Swiss cows. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The quality, taste and texture of the milk depends largely on what the cow eats. Cows that are allowed to graze and eat grass freely, which is what they should be allowed to do are said to have the purest, richest, and healthiest milk of all. For example, they have higher omega-3 acidss in their milk.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Quality of milk also depends a lot on how the cow is treated and how often it is milked. A natural cow who is not supplemented with hormones will produce about 3-5 gallons of milk per day. This is an appropriate and adequate amount of milk per day. Animals that are given hormones to give more milk produce at least 7-10 gallons of milk per day.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The animals are crowded into barns, stressed, and are forced to give more milk.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>They must wait to be milked and they become engorged and infections occur.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>They don’t live as long as their natural counterparts.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>This treatment is just cruel.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>This does not happen with cows naturally raised and milked appropriately.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></span></span></p><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;">People have been drinking raw milk for thousands of years.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Sadly, the percentage of raw milk produced in the United States is less than one percent and is only consumed by a fair few compared to times before pasteurization where it was 100% raw.</span></p><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">There happens to be a lot of misnomers about raw milk which is why people don’t realize how miraculous it is. A lot of people think that raw milk is unclean and filled with e-coli and bacteria.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Also, it has been said that raw milk could carry tuberculosis and other fatal diseases. Some people believe that it spoils very quickly and becomes sour or rotten. Other people think it filled with harmful fats and cholesterol making it a very fatty and unhealthy drink.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></span></span></p><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;">The truth is raw milk has built- in antibodies that keep the milk fresh and clean, and that kill unwanted bacteria that do make us sick. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Raw milk does have bacteria. It is filled with good bacteria.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The milk is filled with probiotics that are vital to our bodies’ digestive function. Also, when the good bacteria are killed in pasteurization, they become puss which is then left in the milk and drunk by millions of people every day. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>In the rumor that raw milk carries tuberculosis, tuberculosis and other diseases are not made in milk. They can only be found in milk where the infection came in close contact with someone infected. This could be said about any raw meat, vegetables and eggs. Raw milk can’t really go bad if kept clean. If one left raw milk on the counter for three days you could safely drink it because it ages into curds and whey. After saying that, if you left pasteurized milk out for the same amount of time, it would be rancid and rotten and full of pus.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>All of the antibodies and probiotics were cooked out, leaving nothing protecting the milk from growing rotten. In contradiction to the milk being fatty rumor, raw milk has fat but the fat is very different. The fat globules in milk change when it is cooked making them smaller and stickier thus sticking to arteries and making milk seem fatty. Whereas raw milk’s fat is easily digested by the human body instead of being stored and built up. Another horrifying truth about pasteurized milk is the fact that after cooking all vitamins and minerals out of raw milk such as vitamins D, A, B, B-12, C, and many more they put fake chemicals in the milk to allow the seller to be able to advertise that there is in fact vitamin D in the milk even though it’s been proven that there is not very much vitamin D found in any milk.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Actually, raw milk has a great abundance of vitamin C which is almost not evident after pasteurization.</span></p><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;">Aside from the unhealthiness of the milk found in stores there other pluses to drinking raw milk such as its astonishing health benefits. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Raw milk lowers cholesterol and decreases blood pressure. Raw milk is also know to help people with diabetes, because the protein in the milk helps to burn sugar. This, in turn, helps a diabetic control their sugar levels in a more natural way. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Raw milk is said to be an immunity booster as well, just because of the abundance of vitamin C. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>As a Raw milk drinker for the last five years, I can honestly say I get sick less because of it. A huge health benefit of raw milk is how it helps people who have allergies. The milk helps with allergies because when grazing, the cows intake a lot of particles, such as ragweed and pollen, and create an immunity for the drinker of their milk. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Raw milk, because of natural acids found in the beverage, is also proven to help fight and prevent cancer and disease. In some cases, the drinking of raw milk has helped to ease side effects of chemo therapy.</span></p><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;">Having and drinking raw milk supports local farmers and businesses. I personally believe in this, because I have talked to farmers and their customers who appreciate that they can be provided with a product of their choosing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>There is also the opportunity to use the cream for creamer, butter, cheese and making homemade yogurt, all of which with my family has experimented. </span></p><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">So, then, why are most people so misinformed you might ask. There are a couple reasons why people don’t know about raw milk. The first reason is perhaps because in many states in the United States it is illegal to sell or distribute raw milk. This leads me to the second and quite ridiculous reason, “The Man”. The bigger dairy producers and large businesses do not like raw milk producer because they see them as a threat. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The large dairy cooperatives hire milk lobbyists to sway and manipulate legislators who have control in legalizing or not legalizing raw milk.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The dairy companies basically pay political figures to wipe out the small raw milk farmers because they feel afraid.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>What if these farmers affect the prices that have been set? <span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>What if they change things for us that might cost us more?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The milk lobby actually contributes money to the political campaign for political figures to get elected. In return, they expect support from those candidates for their agendas to go forward.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>This means agendas like price fixing, and stamping out any threats to the big milk producers well-being, including raw milk providers.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>All I can say is whatever happy to the free market system?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Well, when it comes to milk, the free market system is practically non-existent.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></span></span></p><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The Pennsylvania Department of Agriculture has gone so far as to pose as a regular customer in order to poke around and try to find any reason to close local raw milk dairies. I am astonished to think that people’s rights can be violated so much by big government.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I think it’s ridiculous that someone can come to your business and poke through your stuff and try to put you out of business.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></span></span></p><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;">How is it that tobacco and alcohol, things that actually harm you body, can be sold legally, but milk cannot be sold legally everywhere in this country.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>According to the FDA, it is illegal to transport milk across state lines.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>It is almost treated like an illegal drug, like cocaine or marijuana.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Every week, Amish farmers sneak their illegal substance across the Pennsylvania border to grateful customers in Maryland who have to say that they are in possession of raw milk for the benefit of their pets only.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Otherwise, they can be arrested.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>It is illegal for them to even possess it if they are going to drink it themselves.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Honestly, I think that seems unfair to both the farmer and the consumer. </span></p><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">I feel like I am really lucky to live in Pennsylvania where it is still legal to buy and consume raw milk.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I think the public should take advantage of this privilege.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>It is a privileged much overlooked.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I feel that raw milk does a lot more than I could ever say in this paper.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Next to human breast milk, it is the most nutrient-rich and complete food available.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>If anyone were to ask me why I drink raw milk, I would honestly tell them it is healthier, more natural and it tastes good.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I value raw milk and I consider it a gift. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></span></span></p>Alenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10513340244838867680noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521039725421661871.post-68842939316175896382011-01-16T09:08:00.000-08:002011-01-16T09:16:08.523-08:00Tiger Lilly 2<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTU0ZMSxTACbRUzRhUUJfum3WwxdgNdbT_fVXYfy6rYohO-Bb2cB8BDWdsq25hgkajXZtDjonIFIDZ32sBnvNYs3WT6dfiUZf3T2Zvvlr1a89kGqvH8R3lMaX988rskGh5gH_WC8WGQf4/s1600/IMG_1700.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTU0ZMSxTACbRUzRhUUJfum3WwxdgNdbT_fVXYfy6rYohO-Bb2cB8BDWdsq25hgkajXZtDjonIFIDZ32sBnvNYs3WT6dfiUZf3T2Zvvlr1a89kGqvH8R3lMaX988rskGh5gH_WC8WGQf4/s320/IMG_1700.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562833242978907922" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNRuLVzRxrO_xfLk5MYLrKtogz5VKOVeYQ2fiG8ex-uqsK7cEealpvO7v1HnkB03QBUkGa2TUxLUmDzqdZfWSQmkbyTxEk9g3N0tkOxKd36N1TAroauXPuAUBjzTcUovaIsMybvVh4ZiI/s1600/IMG_1694.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/AVvXsEhNRuLVzRxrO_xfLk5MYLrKtogz5VKOVeYQ2fiG8ex-uqsK7cEealpvO7v1HnkB03QBUkGa2TUxLUmDzqdZfWSQmkbyTxEk9g3N0tkOxKd36N1TAroauXPuAUBjzTcUovaIsMybvVh4ZiI/s320/IMG_1694.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562833237466528146" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvtuXdC71QMR83wrI31eyC5PSWfOnfmYrGnio4BBERbupejsJOEmX3rKVj4dWHK3h6FjCETdtuQZ5sbdalc4DQnnG1HQZ9DyXRS8v_962HyUJcyYxuhxSRDppzBI-j6elkDAURt6j0Aj4/s1600/IMG_1692.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/AVvXsEgvtuXdC71QMR83wrI31eyC5PSWfOnfmYrGnio4BBERbupejsJOEmX3rKVj4dWHK3h6FjCETdtuQZ5sbdalc4DQnnG1HQZ9DyXRS8v_962HyUJcyYxuhxSRDppzBI-j6elkDAURt6j0Aj4/s320/IMG_1692.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562833227984590098" border="0" /></a><br />This is the second Tiger Lilly I painted. I painted another very similar to this one awhile ago. I used oil paint that my grandmother passed on to me.<br /><br />Enjoy!Alenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10513340244838867680noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521039725421661871.post-22733187968561670052010-03-12T19:41:00.000-08:002010-03-12T20:28:20.307-08:00A Simple Love Poem.On a sunny day we walked, I took your hand in mine.<br />We kept going in silence and it was so fine.<br />I wont ever forget how I felt.<br /><br /><div>there something special that happens when we walk</div><div>as we tread, we laugh, joke, and just talk</div><div>and it feels like how it should always be.</div><div></div><br />and when we talk- when I hear your sweet voice<br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">I'm</span> caught and captivated and have no choice,<br />but to listen contently.<br /><br />Our eyes <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">occasionally</span> meet followed by a nervous smile<br />and I wish those moments could last awhile<br />It makes me feel weak yet a wild happiness fills me.<br /><br />I must say the more time I spend with you.<br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">There's</span> really nothing I can do.<br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">I'm</span> constantly and hopelessly falling in love with all the things about you that make you.....well....You.Alenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10513340244838867680noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521039725421661871.post-71152376688842211742010-02-02T11:13:00.000-08:002010-02-02T11:51:36.080-08:00Ten things you may not know about me.1. I can speak basic conversational German. Mom is my teacher. I also used to have have a German tutor.<br />2. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">I'm</span> vegetarian, allergic to Lobster but not other <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">shellfish</span>, and I absolutely hate oatmeal. I love all fruit especially grapes. Mint tea is the best.<br />3. I like cloudy days.<br />4. My eyesight is really really poor. My glasses <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">don't</span> even correct my vision. In fact, when I was little doctors predicted I would be almost blind and not even be able to ride a bike. How wrong they were, I love riding bikes.<br />5. Music is my favorite. Period. But I also have quite the passion for art.<br />6. I have taken dance for fourteen years.<br />7. I am named after my Great aunt Helen and my name is Russian. It means bright, smart, radiant, light.<br />8. I can quote most of the original Star wars trilogy.<br />9. I like brown eyes best but mine are blue.<br />10. I love being outside and I really love the way it smells depending on the season. Fall is my favorite season....but summer and winter are tied for next.<br /><br />Hope you guys have learned something about me!Alenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10513340244838867680noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521039725421661871.post-85605566647615583662010-01-14T08:37:00.000-08:002010-01-14T08:41:57.187-08:00The Great GatsbyYeah I pretty much love that book.^ If you have not read it, read it.Alenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10513340244838867680noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521039725421661871.post-85545874201954170862010-01-12T08:06:00.000-08:002010-01-12T08:09:06.052-08:00Just for fun.I felt creative.<br />So on this splendid Tuesday,<br /> I wrote a HaikuAlenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10513340244838867680noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521039725421661871.post-23941244520819766442010-01-11T10:05:00.000-08:002010-01-11T10:59:54.994-08:00CATRAWilliam and I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">volunteer</span> at least once a week at a place called <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">CATRA</span></span>. I have been <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">volunteering</span> there for about a year and a half altogether. Some people may know that I do this but they <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">don't</span> know what I do there or even what it is. I thought it would be nice to blog about it because I get a lots of questions.. So here it goes.....<br /><br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">CATRA</span></span> stands for Capital Area Therapeutic Riding <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Association</span>. It is a place in Grantville, that allows mentally and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">physically</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">handicapped</span> people to ride Horses. Many of the riders cant even talk or walk. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">CATRA</span></span> has about 35 horses and very many other various farm animals. There is also a huge garden. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">The</span> Jobs I do out there consist of Feeding, brushing Riding and walking <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">horses</span> Hauling heavy bags of food, bales of hay, and sawdust, Cleaning stalls, barns, and cages, and pretty much anything that needs to be done.<br /><br />Now I am not exactly a big animal loving person. Not that I hate them <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">I'm</span> just not fanatical about them. So why choose <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">CATRA</span>? For most of the riders there, it is the one thing they look forward to in the week. it is a chance for them to forget about their disabilities and do something that gives them so much joy. That really moves me and makes me feel like not taking advantage of how healthy I am and all the awesome things I am able to do. So for me, I kind of feel obligated to help out and give my time. There are also a lot of other advantages .I love doing hard work. I enjoy getting dirty and and feeling tired and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">achey</span> at the end of a really hard days work. It keeps me fit and strong. I have also made tons a really cool friends and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">definitely</span> gotten closer to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">William</span> through all the fun <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">experiences</span> I earned there. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error">CATRA</span> it a really awesome place I really love.Alenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10513340244838867680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521039725421661871.post-92147401499788001102010-01-01T11:47:00.000-08:002010-01-01T19:51:55.951-08:00Happy New Year.New Years Eve was truly a blast! Maryann came over and we sang, laughed and played every card game you can think of. We made lots of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">delicious</span> food and just enjoyed <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">each others</span> company. But I really feel like New Years is more than just a great party. What does New years mean to me?<br /><br />When I stop and think of the Holiday "New Years" it seems like a lame holiday. Especially after Christmas. Why does that day (Jan 1) have to be the one to mark the new year? <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">After all</span> a year is just another number. Why make such a big deal of ringing in the new year?<br /><br />It is so much more than that, though. I really started thinking what the new year means to me and I actually had a lot of thoughts on it....For me, new years is a time for looking back at the past year and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">recognizing</span> all my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">accomplishments</span>, hardships, and things I am thankful for. To look into the future and establish goals for myself. Goals, which lead me in the right direction Also, a time to ask questions and really search my self . "Is my life heading where I want it to? Am I what God wants me to be? Has everything I done been for him? Do I live in the moment every moment?" New years is sort of like and examination of myself. I find it very spiritual for me. I sort embrace my faults with the refreshing thought of a new year a new start to better myself as a person. A new year to strive to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">unconditionally</span> love my Savior, My family, my friends, and very importantly people I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">don't</span> like. I feel <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">exhilarated</span>. A New year to live, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">laugh</span>, sing, Dance, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Have</span> and make friends, Help, Grow, Make peace where it is needed, and most <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">importantly</span> to love....<br /><br />I hope you all have an amazing New year filled with happiness!Alenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10513340244838867680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521039725421661871.post-895891022319714522009-10-14T08:09:00.000-07:002009-10-14T08:11:39.711-07:00Its pretty cold these days.<a href="http://funfaheute.blogspot.com/">http://funfaheute.blogspot.com/</a><br />I am finally back into the swing of things.Alenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10513340244838867680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521039725421661871.post-15634078646472460862009-10-04T19:15:00.000-07:002009-10-04T19:19:10.016-07:00Heloooo.Well this has to be short because I am so so tired. I just wanted to tell you all Im not dead I have been on Vacation for this past week in the Poconos. I dont have internet access there. It was so beautiful! The leaves are all changing. More to come soon.....As for now, Goodnight.Alenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10513340244838867680noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521039725421661871.post-17268089881453808702009-09-14T08:35:00.000-07:002009-09-14T08:58:07.020-07:00I am doooomed!So yesterday I went to go use my laptop and was faced an awful surprise. My <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">hard drive</span> is failing. FOR THE SECOND TIME. Now this is very <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">upsetting</span> because I have lots and lots of pictures and music that will be lost. Some of it I backed up. but not all of it. So I tried to call Dell. It was a nightmare. No one spoke <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">English</span> so it was very hard to even explain the problem. I saved up for a year to buy this laptop. It was very expensive. Also when I had to replace the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">hard drive</span> about three months ago it was quite pricey. They assured me that it <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">wouldn't</span> happen again Now three months later I am having to deal with it again. Not to mention I went <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">through</span> two power chords because they keep shorting out. So I guess I am just really upset.<br /><br />I am sorry that I have been neglecting and will <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">continue</span> to neglect; my "five a Day" With my camera out of batteries and my laptop broken It seems as though I will have to put it on hold. hopefully soon I will have it up and running.<br /><br />I also wanted to say that I had a blast playing <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Beatles</span> rock band with everyone. We should do again soon.Alenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10513340244838867680noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521039725421661871.post-21514661980835298552009-09-07T11:49:00.000-07:002009-09-07T12:03:50.004-07:00Swawa, I have your Uno cards.....<p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dw2iJ6WTbYF5AdxkFoSDJIAwl5KnZ7CP-PuKjPyES0NnLOX4lBZ2GQ8-gkiHG4Fv14kXkmqNq-JERnteVnF1A' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p>Check out our faces.</p>Alenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10513340244838867680noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521039725421661871.post-25188277423005061152009-09-06T20:58:00.000-07:002009-09-06T21:05:22.078-07:00My little friend<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8wrf7ha-Kftc14e5HZ8gBPlbwIFCki6AxmMDrEX3XVu5_KvncjTJKNhvztf9ocqgOM48q9ViCPWamkBXp-n2XVBwoDZcXc-1lI3-eFVDXU9Yay8qE72ZrrnD3VfzdZIIckcaOtxiU8W4/s1600-h/008.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378570262992948450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8wrf7ha-Kftc14e5HZ8gBPlbwIFCki6AxmMDrEX3XVu5_KvncjTJKNhvztf9ocqgOM48q9ViCPWamkBXp-n2XVBwoDZcXc-1lI3-eFVDXU9Yay8qE72ZrrnD3VfzdZIIckcaOtxiU8W4/s320/008.JPG" /></a> I found this little guy in our back yard!! I was really surprised because I thought that newts like these were found in colder areas.<br /><div></div>Alenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10513340244838867680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521039725421661871.post-91320507543966755732009-09-05T19:03:00.000-07:002009-09-05T19:55:51.963-07:00Im happy.Today is Saturday and I went laser tagging today. It was really fun I scored highest in the game twice in a row. AND! I cleaned my room. It took a whole hour. It was so messy...so i should have a picture up tomorrow perhaps. Im too lazy to take one now. In fact, I have completely neglected my "Five a Day" today.<br /><br />Another thing that really excites me is, all the walls in the basement are painted! Yay! I thought we'd never finish. We even have a lot of the floor done too. It looks so much better down there. Not to mention we can FINALLY get out the wii. Twittlestix and I are moving furniture down there tomorrow. I think we will have a little party when it is all finished. Cant wait to be done!<br /><br />Do any of you sometimes get this overwelming feeling of happiness and satisfaction with your life? i dont mean to be all "myyyyyy life is perfeeccttt!" but honnestly it is. Everything has been so good. Mom had a great surgery she feels good and is recovering quickly. I am surraounded with loving friends and family The days are warm and breezy. The air is sweet. fall is coming and so is my birthday. I am just so in love with my life! I hope thats not crazy.<br /><br />My brother has a really nice telescope and we were looking at the moon tonight. It was so beautiful. You could see all these little craters among all the sliveryness.Alenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10513340244838867680noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521039725421661871.post-14382768651769812582009-08-30T20:04:00.000-07:002009-08-30T20:13:16.866-07:00the weddingThe wedding was on the beach. The party was at my aunts beach house right across the street from the beach. It was so pretty. I had so much fun.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 211px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375959301009856706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ_f3UINj0VAA800ya4PhcBuzqysYrNbH4RQxvaX0xRhyO8OU_2S7TlfPfJ8WBQadj_kmotxXFFz0wsuim3QDNRcgzGg_4ozi-lesTehx0nPSdTfecLkcGe4HtRla9e8vCITU53QDUfrM/s320/5612_151990926752_559291752_3261387_5326767_n.jpg" />The band I sang with. They were amazing.<br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 211px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375959307009138018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8daJsOHwidGRSyvA1m6-MhVCIunW3iC0tL4-ZojGmxeS0YwVPaLl7VnrkRYDZj53q_byPHTABnVgmzCgjrRzefSWq3Ks3krbmtPxTOfNuUx4-quttParS4D4LBLLrYw7BXRtBbR9WEWA/s320/5770_250537445713_506950713_8341398_6185712_n.jpg" /> This kid was also pretty wailing.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFRSLW9mHmcnF34UHpmZOyHtpHO7YRfg9CgZcTd2uM4TUdLJGqwNveIjywPfQaioygDuyYq3iNZvnfeTAC8YRw8Nih4Wo_g6A7GbrnY32K3JyhSkxaG9L9JN0uZpZOhK2yvpI8_NtYM7M/s1600-h/5612_151991016752_559291752_3261401_4463167_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375959298638777154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFRSLW9mHmcnF34UHpmZOyHtpHO7YRfg9CgZcTd2uM4TUdLJGqwNveIjywPfQaioygDuyYq3iNZvnfeTAC8YRw8Nih4Wo_g6A7GbrnY32K3JyhSkxaG9L9JN0uZpZOhK2yvpI8_NtYM7M/s320/5612_151991016752_559291752_3261401_4463167_n.jpg" /></a> My three cousins.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPYMORfqwkYsAaswukipUHLJmP3T9vycg3SEjnxSqt63ygDxlJgwEOwSMsEsKAV7vXK4SC7GXTsLAACUw8797OGsAlobglu597InN6_JfHtymQAjBCMzs933Iz6qq5AHTgQgMkqLUE81I/s1600-h/5612_152607581752_559291752_3269484_5815663_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375959287361782402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPYMORfqwkYsAaswukipUHLJmP3T9vycg3SEjnxSqt63ygDxlJgwEOwSMsEsKAV7vXK4SC7GXTsLAACUw8797OGsAlobglu597InN6_JfHtymQAjBCMzs933Iz6qq5AHTgQgMkqLUE81I/s320/5612_152607581752_559291752_3269484_5815663_n.jpg" /></a> Marcella<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzwy0zK93KPx8DA5uMGKLNafEhd9lI6ipCCFLIY7jGPBPWOmD3Fm1X5Qp03ilAwxm2HegtvJwzCizLeGrLRzqvrXwKlYX4JzzvBxBVHZ2_S2Yc8LFD_cUBwsUgyX5ylNcNuQSkwIWiD9w/s1600-h/5612_152607596752_559291752_3269486_5338188_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 211px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375959282858970642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzwy0zK93KPx8DA5uMGKLNafEhd9lI6ipCCFLIY7jGPBPWOmD3Fm1X5Qp03ilAwxm2HegtvJwzCizLeGrLRzqvrXwKlYX4JzzvBxBVHZ2_S2Yc8LFD_cUBwsUgyX5ylNcNuQSkwIWiD9w/s320/5612_152607596752_559291752_3269486_5338188_n.jpg" /></a> Tim(my cousin) and Marcella.</div></div></div></div>Alenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10513340244838867680noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521039725421661871.post-66184155430241178232009-08-29T12:10:00.000-07:002009-08-29T12:41:06.872-07:00Santa and the chicken.<p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dweaFi32przpix7h1jQqADq7zja3H4CfWLQru_w2B3_52suBa1yJJmA8yU5QtvYb96kQ_vpfHgDnWEOU7dKjA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p>Alenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10513340244838867680noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521039725421661871.post-35068620691777485112009-08-27T19:35:00.000-07:002009-08-27T21:38:26.241-07:00My Five a Day.So I was thinking today and I thought of a cool idea. The idea is called my "Five a Day". What is a "Five a Day" you ask?<br /><br />My "Five a Day" is going to be a seperate blog where everyday (or pretty much everyday) I post five pictures of what happened that day. i feel like I had not taken enough pictures over the summer. I really want my "Five a Day" to inspire me to take more photos. Here is the link, <a href="http://funfaheute.blogspot.com/">http://funfaheute.blogspot.com/</a> Enjoy!Alenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10513340244838867680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521039725421661871.post-16172342440428961582009-08-27T08:20:00.001-07:002009-08-27T13:50:03.650-07:00It Seemed Sureal.I dont know if something like this has ever happened to any of you.<br /><br />Now, You all may think I am crazy....but I think I met an Angel today. This morning, I went to visit with my aunt Jen and we met at a Dunkin Donuts. We had had a nice visit with them. And we were walking out to our car and a older man riding a motorcycle parked right next to us. I waved at him and told him he had a nice bike. Then he started to talk to me. He was so kind. He told me about how he was cured from cancer. The more we spoke the more things we had in common. He told me he had died in a hospital before and how God had saved him. He almost knew me he talked to me like he understood my problems. He gave me some advice that I really needed to hear. He told me not to worry but to put whatever troubled me in Gods hands. He was so spiritual. When I was talking to him I felt the presence of God there. I was touched by the way this man embraced and loved his life and his God. I knew that God was working through him because my mom felt it to. I feel so lucky I got to meet such a amazing person. I probably wont ever see him again. But it just Goes to show you God is everywhere working though all kinds of people.Alenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10513340244838867680noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521039725421661871.post-26092393400755277282009-08-25T05:50:00.000-07:002009-08-26T22:38:24.076-07:00Summer...Hey everybody.... This might be kind of a long one. Hope you like it.<br /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373913553138803570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdEX0dnbzhrIDwb6xEU2asQrSHk_MhUzfYTSHcJ3u33wOGKFhe4aoeM2abh07g-StGsPYud208FZwgnlQtBheecs4tVPoi5MAB2UzEQdN_lUo7YPMiID9LTsySnTwgKp9H7qgF1Xm8TII/s320/026.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373913547888857794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZXhbzGu0hoTMFSMtHpExxysq5aWFQhoPdzT08BfShidEOPWCKmXdcnnpyO1pw9vQQg6_4ArGCOFCjStdqXizvLyu6sc4_KarbbwVzTo-bF_l6vv5ENBv-Qo1dz5wKhynmYbBnjY7ETYA/s320/025.JPG" /></div><br /><div>After playing at the playground yesterday, We took this little rabbit home for a little. Then yesterday we took it to the animal shelter.</div><br /><div><div><div><br /><div>So I was on a bike ride this morning. It is beautiful out. Everything is so green and inviting and the air smells <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">swe</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE4DyWXtx6X-Ip2wl13PqDCiXcOAA-jyj80tFI4oEeU4nrBLrNhf-rASCXscLbSSYYRTqc_N6aZmfG8z8mRZHYzn0gNw7v7FOwiR6pJCKc1LeQPYmB3HXQ94bzn0TuMKU7-OdbSpK6G28/s1600-h/001.JPG"></a><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">et</span>. It almost makes me sad that summer is coming to a close....But here are some things I wont forget....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3iBYkG4VqBxtMf1KEJQ7HGceWmAYrBxwyJW1wRcOEWB6oge_7tVQRvSgQgSqjIJoo5eWSs86g_Pv8TGHQKZzNImYapCeX-mdIXqPsGnYDIJDnhIEgmkendMY47rrRSnWB5FjZ60fZh68/s1600-h/051.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373910138102882642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG-9zfjyGnGwoO8ce_JDSVl-X-NSRwl48aDJfUi-5uXYnjdvvUq8xe4jQ39Pten74WeYrg2E0-QoU9HQx_hnGwQBxA_qcODtLKAlhql1UqRrRG26NX8KN_FOi5Y0B5dJuVGO6EcRpsZc0/s320/014.JPG" /></a> </div><br /><div>Going to the beach three times this summer.....surfing, singing for the wedding, and awesome watermelon. ( I will post a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">separate</span> post for the beach )<br /></div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixuP0plmExZFqeChDN0hQF4rxpcriS1duh_2mkt4a6AEa-TKm_pIuBC2u-aZuf6MKaY3xTosv24_eKIlwvuYKW7AWDWvE_GSlXuLMXRdEUbVjnU7eQkiN5lTOsewsWZx4BkR8uRe7G6Bs/s1600-h/016.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373908562447427138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixuP0plmExZFqeChDN0hQF4rxpcriS1duh_2mkt4a6AEa-TKm_pIuBC2u-aZuf6MKaY3xTosv24_eKIlwvuYKW7AWDWvE_GSlXuLMXRdEUbVjnU7eQkiN5lTOsewsWZx4BkR8uRe7G6Bs/s320/016.JPG" /></a><br />Saturdays with <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Averi</span><br /></div><div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE4DyWXtx6X-Ip2wl13PqDCiXcOAA-jyj80tFI4oEeU4nrBLrNhf-rASCXscLbSSYYRTqc_N6aZmfG8z8mRZHYzn0gNw7v7FOwiR6pJCKc1LeQPYmB3HXQ94bzn0TuMKU7-OdbSpK6G28/s1600-h/001.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373908554325794098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE4DyWXtx6X-Ip2wl13PqDCiXcOAA-jyj80tFI4oEeU4nrBLrNhf-rASCXscLbSSYYRTqc_N6aZmfG8z8mRZHYzn0gNw7v7FOwiR6pJCKc1LeQPYmB3HXQ94bzn0TuMKU7-OdbSpK6G28/s320/001.JPG" /></a><br />The lake. The Poconos in the summer.<br /><br /></div><div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373908545651851058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGM7njc41r_k1SJHoFSApNSGFvf8IEnT9EbZe4KxRPRd6HK_Xa9tkRvMkpj7xJ6FXqiLe_s9xFvAJOE07Z0plgG_wlOaD12NeK1uZRdqNHgpAB0U9-KV4lbLtecrAZ7HOEmGJMcINL1MQ/s320/034.JPG" /></div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCVIu5IkgBlnWrjHppas_fdKuLasJ34d1hejOfjVuntfbtrqWSaFa2PxCQubN82xMzzI8Gc2qN9xEck9wRiZvt3mqzl95whD9YS3z8sptDy7eSdWdAfXuigCZaM1rMKyA_dsWJrisK5U0/s1600-h/052.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373908537904474482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCVIu5IkgBlnWrjHppas_fdKuLasJ34d1hejOfjVuntfbtrqWSaFa2PxCQubN82xMzzI8Gc2qN9xEck9wRiZvt3mqzl95whD9YS3z8sptDy7eSdWdAfXuigCZaM1rMKyA_dsWJrisK5U0/s320/052.jpg" /></a> Virginia....<br /></div><div><div><div><div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373892420504112210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyMXcj6-F1Nhwmne9BuqtxDKz1OMk95GwNmmgRLo53LTrNc8dE6xKANMIk73549U14ItTiCpUTTeQToLAQBQOsNB3qrNUryX7Sipd9PfgrcwqI5Zqvj0DoPjj18Y6ZRWf_2EnYP1dy6fM/s320/029.JPG" />Having long hair I cant find a picture when it was really long this is after my first hair cut. My shirt is strapless.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373892962762140178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijIcrRL6HiokTasqNjMKBj-f39kt7CpND7g7asCAjbbqHQWuTb6X6Q8z0CxX9XwmaTYDNHcx56BbTZBI6A1HhSEo93Id1rb8Qo6Nd6Bh2cIhOr0e-UdkhOWtTPyqhzcSxbLJUROQ7wGYI/s320/004.JPG" />)Driving up to Maine for my cousin's graduation.<br /><br /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373894028787081698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqc2ALBIPo48mHY5BCCGwYn0Niow1bLnuTq_0FM7qOo8sKUFZ86c-Fgt_egqCyptaUaUSNj434HCoq_fTZzRoxpiZh8jref_UaeoEG4aCigEl2tWXQVaeXGyTqM71ntNDMv5QfJaLWBtc/s320/028.JPG" /> Butterflying with my aunt for a week. This is an American Lady.<br /></div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373887764645283250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBRsVaCCTROEBhakKYdUYIRGVGPbzHoRO_8TPAlNJGYUN0LEIOL0csQsdUTLHdSXVwvN3yboh5kOziHWfoAAQNN-_MX6O9wHWam7zYkeni5aGj_5MtVhjPvy0Ss3HnDS2Gxk2e5SzTRec/s320/029.JPG" /></div></div><div>Having my cousins around to hang out and play music with. So many laughs.<br /></div><div>....Cant wait for Fall to start though. i love all the colors of fall. I am redecorating the basement and all the colors are inspired by Autumn colors. I should have pictures of that up soon. Well I should be off. We are making pies today. </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Alenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10513340244838867680noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521039725421661871.post-58973535093989736322009-08-19T07:50:00.000-07:002009-08-19T08:26:38.901-07:00A little of my work.Here is some of my artwork for you all. Enjoy!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHrp6WC6G6Xd23lGKG2rqpMrY0Q_UqMkH2ZAGikC_KU_xk22vYzpADiRfqvT8VR8AarfuZwGqr_pAuh0f37NBMgXDuBZTYu0pjTaXk5rYIpZbqu1i9hnhx8Fr2h13gWlBLvCgzCdG_Vw8/s1600-h/046.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371693937088032610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHrp6WC6G6Xd23lGKG2rqpMrY0Q_UqMkH2ZAGikC_KU_xk22vYzpADiRfqvT8VR8AarfuZwGqr_pAuh0f37NBMgXDuBZTYu0pjTaXk5rYIpZbqu1i9hnhx8Fr2h13gWlBLvCgzCdG_Vw8/s320/046.JPG" /></a><br />This is a woman from a magazine I painted.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKcvUqKQ_l_ATBH9Icmcx90LJARKB1WSZEa_cgKDgrg2ivUiq09vEcmBBxqJrQjuHy63dM3HZYl01oWDOtS2L7RLfu4S8pVakeDZgPefFUW50RkF4Ykj9YKuqnb6XHZ89qv3k_LxH_8uA/s1600-h/047.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371693225090148722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKcvUqKQ_l_ATBH9Icmcx90LJARKB1WSZEa_cgKDgrg2ivUiq09vEcmBBxqJrQjuHy63dM3HZYl01oWDOtS2L7RLfu4S8pVakeDZgPefFUW50RkF4Ykj9YKuqnb6XHZ89qv3k_LxH_8uA/s320/047.JPG" /></a><br />Maren. Mother of the sea.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqmt_0nuQyqQh4XJFqi_jgxA-vkyOeG3H1MflvTdhCEIEYuonrFLmvO1N_dAGr8fXcrf6t55EIbnfYWXMBjK_WkSCQuIaZk0iZDQsc4cFN6TA-yKAkx0ESasv6Nq3hpv3Y27_zSoRxlU4/s1600-h/045.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371692884336845922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqmt_0nuQyqQh4XJFqi_jgxA-vkyOeG3H1MflvTdhCEIEYuonrFLmvO1N_dAGr8fXcrf6t55EIbnfYWXMBjK_WkSCQuIaZk0iZDQsc4cFN6TA-yKAkx0ESasv6Nq3hpv3Y27_zSoRxlU4/s320/045.JPG" /></a> </div><div>Puma. </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3_MgfC-8lzD4hVCUWHfuwYcA6dA7pLMp0v0KE_m7O49QQ4uXe5TFgX3aC2ZNGz77ta0H_Y_uq0Qb0lzv-1PgVNtac0Oz-8yQ8y7axaitBbWJsM3wzpGEHot2CF5rXwVqPnc6snm-8cW0/s1600-h/044.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371692156625611938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3_MgfC-8lzD4hVCUWHfuwYcA6dA7pLMp0v0KE_m7O49QQ4uXe5TFgX3aC2ZNGz77ta0H_Y_uq0Qb0lzv-1PgVNtac0Oz-8yQ8y7axaitBbWJsM3wzpGEHot2CF5rXwVqPnc6snm-8cW0/s320/044.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div>Shinny woman. Inspired by the rolling stones album artwork.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVeC3NepUIwZ7wi4tviuKFTtVf5UTpgVj7JFcQ2pY2-l6fTiSPgZW5lbAdIUhWK3RJujbJtvGntIskdx1dXhCk9s__o5ZgKCOhzUKeiX7oQ_b4uUh9sBBhwpEPUq-PQnIHrIL_B6x5F_0/s1600-h/040.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371691386385945266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVeC3NepUIwZ7wi4tviuKFTtVf5UTpgVj7JFcQ2pY2-l6fTiSPgZW5lbAdIUhWK3RJujbJtvGntIskdx1dXhCk9s__o5ZgKCOhzUKeiX7oQ_b4uUh9sBBhwpEPUq-PQnIHrIL_B6x5F_0/s320/040.JPG" /></a><br />Bea. Our spanish exchange student last year. </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXEymCJDXkGVAc0zbskNOi5EZkpM-ZdZV5pf2XD4XMcVthFGwf9655XpV9nk0bipACWdVCRb83Oub6MEixFD4HHxaa2uGzoSHIzKXb-9cT7f3FxH9khdbydPgMHFtdP_rBpBwA4ftrcr0/s1600-h/039.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371690987679073506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXEymCJDXkGVAc0zbskNOi5EZkpM-ZdZV5pf2XD4XMcVthFGwf9655XpV9nk0bipACWdVCRb83Oub6MEixFD4HHxaa2uGzoSHIzKXb-9cT7f3FxH9khdbydPgMHFtdP_rBpBwA4ftrcr0/s320/039.JPG" /></a> </div><br /><div>My bike I got at the thrift store.</div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiANqtF9ALXY37BKOVqGsV7al9QCXv8WzV7HCkqcjz0ZqetIX76CC9qKhI_1eJHDKOZy9eOxjR32zEOcuLzoB9TzphuwmPftWanprmemHF5iFAx2CG1U5r-D1wCR_WWN1625Ls_NW7Ovhw/s1600-h/041.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 215px; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371690519700655122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiANqtF9ALXY37BKOVqGsV7al9QCXv8WzV7HCkqcjz0ZqetIX76CC9qKhI_1eJHDKOZy9eOxjR32zEOcuLzoB9TzphuwmPftWanprmemHF5iFAx2CG1U5r-D1wCR_WWN1625Ls_NW7Ovhw/s320/041.JPG" /></a><br /><div>This was my little cousin when he was two days old</div><br />Thats it. I will put up more sometime.</div></div></div>Alenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10513340244838867680noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521039725421661871.post-53327530087649632642009-08-18T18:55:00.000-07:002009-08-18T19:08:20.956-07:00Well, Here is My First.I have been wanting a blog for some time now. Why I haven't pursued it? I have no idea. I guess I thought I might become addicted, which I probably will. So here its is...my blog... I hope it can adequately inform you about all my thoughts, experiences, and feelings.I'm am quite unsure if you all will like it or if it will be more for my own personal use. Nevertheless I hope you enjoy the posts to come.Alenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10513340244838867680noreply@blogger.com1