<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:33:45.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thots from The Tall One</title><subtitle type='html'>"Hope cannot be destroyed.  It calls us to rise up; it whispers our name.  It draws us to believe that, sometimes, wishes do come true."
Kim Meeder, "Hope Rising"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>89</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-9147022427301294676</id><published>2011-05-23T22:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T22:29:00.631-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Training on the Podium</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hrJ4r2a6wkM/Tds0AsUiyXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/GRpUnipGrZU/s1600/Pongo%2Bon%2BPodium4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hrJ4r2a6wkM/Tds0AsUiyXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/GRpUnipGrZU/s320/Pongo%2Bon%2BPodium4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610134947322055026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U9zKlX7c-9A/Tdsz_zSgT1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/vG5fQXaNfkE/s1600/Pongo%2Bon%2BPodium3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U9zKlX7c-9A/Tdsz_zSgT1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/vG5fQXaNfkE/s320/Pongo%2Bon%2BPodium3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610134932012683090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ijcpt800__I/Tdsz_RZJU1I/AAAAAAAAAHM/J0cBH28BUk4/s1600/Pongo%2Bon%2BPodium2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ijcpt800__I/Tdsz_RZJU1I/AAAAAAAAAHM/J0cBH28BUk4/s320/Pongo%2Bon%2BPodium2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610134922913731410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TRPW-0rc6As/Tdsz-fwSe6I/AAAAAAAAAHE/ws-4GW3hem8/s1600/Pongo%2Bon%2BPodium1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TRPW-0rc6As/Tdsz-fwSe6I/AAAAAAAAAHE/ws-4GW3hem8/s320/Pongo%2Bon%2BPodium1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610134909589027746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31210644-9147022427301294676?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/9147022427301294676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=9147022427301294676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/9147022427301294676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/9147022427301294676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2011/05/training-on-podium.html' title='Training on the Podium'/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hrJ4r2a6wkM/Tds0AsUiyXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/GRpUnipGrZU/s72-c/Pongo%2Bon%2BPodium4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-3383597115328722018</id><published>2011-05-23T22:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T22:25:25.665-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yawn...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xshFWyAEVRA/TdszK0BBLzI/AAAAAAAAAG8/DjVDWTEtWX8/s1600/Pongoyawning3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xshFWyAEVRA/TdszK0BBLzI/AAAAAAAAAG8/DjVDWTEtWX8/s320/Pongoyawning3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610134021674708786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZNZiatP5ZCI/TdszKfOSq7I/AAAAAAAAAG0/6ZyGe8eJBW8/s1600/Pongo%2Byawning2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZNZiatP5ZCI/TdszKfOSq7I/AAAAAAAAAG0/6ZyGe8eJBW8/s320/Pongo%2Byawning2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610134016093236146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JV1ZXK_iwhk/TdszJu-s1pI/AAAAAAAAAGs/GM1Hw90brX0/s1600/Pongo%2Byawning1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JV1ZXK_iwhk/TdszJu-s1pI/AAAAAAAAAGs/GM1Hw90brX0/s320/Pongo%2Byawning1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610134003142940306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31210644-3383597115328722018?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/3383597115328722018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=3383597115328722018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/3383597115328722018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/3383597115328722018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2011/05/yawn.html' title='Yawn...'/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xshFWyAEVRA/TdszK0BBLzI/AAAAAAAAAG8/DjVDWTEtWX8/s72-c/Pongoyawning3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-6861455466729556467</id><published>2011-05-18T11:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T11:20:58.562-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hills and Tractors</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fPtq4_L-9gc/TdP-7lolPVI/AAAAAAAAAGk/r43rCywlAJs/s1600/Driving%2BDiesel%2BBetty2%2BMay%2B17%2B2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fPtq4_L-9gc/TdP-7lolPVI/AAAAAAAAAGk/r43rCywlAJs/s320/Driving%2BDiesel%2BBetty2%2BMay%2B17%2B2011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608106260674461010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we went for at least a 2 hour ride!  It was a beautiful day and I was challenged by hills.  In the long run I love doing hills because I'm pushed beyond my confort zone and I have to trust my horse and my confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Ross and I put part of Diesel Betty back together and I put on some bolts.  I never thought I'd be learning about tractor mechanics!  An antique at that.  And then I drove around the barn and parked her (drove in reverse...not my favorite!).  While moving the clutch, I was told to move it slowly or else the front end will come up!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lVU88nTk9q0/TdP-7eWRrVI/AAAAAAAAAGc/HsNI93VSx_s/s1600/Driving%2BDiesel%2BBetty1%2BMay%2B17%2B2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lVU88nTk9q0/TdP-7eWRrVI/AAAAAAAAAGc/HsNI93VSx_s/s320/Driving%2BDiesel%2BBetty1%2BMay%2B17%2B2011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608106258718633298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3wzHnRr9e6o/TdP-Pq9GFII/AAAAAAAAAGU/Q8hBvg5gXXw/s1600/Going%2Bdown%2Ba%2Bhill%252C%2BMay%2B15%252C%2B2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3wzHnRr9e6o/TdP-Pq9GFII/AAAAAAAAAGU/Q8hBvg5gXXw/s320/Going%2Bdown%2Ba%2Bhill%252C%2BMay%2B15%252C%2B2011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608105506188432514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31210644-6861455466729556467?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/6861455466729556467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=6861455466729556467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/6861455466729556467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/6861455466729556467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2011/05/hills-and-tractors.html' title='Hills and Tractors'/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fPtq4_L-9gc/TdP-7lolPVI/AAAAAAAAAGk/r43rCywlAJs/s72-c/Driving%2BDiesel%2BBetty2%2BMay%2B17%2B2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-5397730353397767877</id><published>2011-05-13T21:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T22:01:54.236-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Day for 2 Rides :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0BEwTZnuB5E/Tc3-qz-NqAI/AAAAAAAAAGM/rIXPGUcAkk4/s1600/It%2527s%2Ba%2Blong%2Broad%252C%2BMay%2B13%252C%2B2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0BEwTZnuB5E/Tc3-qz-NqAI/AAAAAAAAAGM/rIXPGUcAkk4/s320/It%2527s%2Ba%2Blong%2Broad%252C%2BMay%2B13%252C%2B2011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606417122605246466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was beautiful!  I was sitting in a hay feeder reflecting on life and enjoying myself.  Maybe I can sit in a feeder to do homework once school starts.  Eventually the horses ignore me (unless they decide that the hay is tastier under me!), and I can get a lot done.  It's peaceful listening to them chew and listening to the frogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, I went for a nice long ride with lots of trotting (I'm learning to relax) and even a bit of loping (uphill for control), with one stirrup!  Pongo is out of shape and I had to keep him going uphill...he's a bit chubby :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back, I unsaddled him and let him go.  Then join in on a BBQ.  Yummy!  There was a little riding lesson going on for 3 kids...so I joined in bareback (my favorite)!  We even trotted some cavelletis and he started 'jumping' the last one.  I wonder if I'm confident enough to go higher...bareback?  I could still do a slight 2-point position!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome, awesome day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm with my horse, the world stands still :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31210644-5397730353397767877?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/5397730353397767877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=5397730353397767877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/5397730353397767877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/5397730353397767877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2011/05/great-day-for-2-rides.html' title='Great Day for 2 Rides :)'/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0BEwTZnuB5E/Tc3-qz-NqAI/AAAAAAAAAGM/rIXPGUcAkk4/s72-c/It%2527s%2Ba%2Blong%2Broad%252C%2BMay%2B13%252C%2B2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-6433383605721688984</id><published>2011-05-13T11:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T11:28:30.896-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Step Up Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9RzLX8xAzXI/Tc1pyfQPiSI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DlN_CqVG4E4/s1600/Outriders%2Band%2Bthe%2BBig%2BGirls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9RzLX8xAzXI/Tc1pyfQPiSI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DlN_CqVG4E4/s320/Outriders%2Band%2Bthe%2BBig%2BGirls.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606253427250137378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minnie and Bunky harnessed in, outriders ready and we're off!  It was a beautiful day and we all managed the horses in harness, trucks, cars, a school bus, other horses, deer, cattle, bulls, and hills!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31210644-6433383605721688984?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/6433383605721688984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=6433383605721688984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/6433383605721688984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/6433383605721688984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2011/05/step-up-girls.html' title='Step Up Girls'/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9RzLX8xAzXI/Tc1pyfQPiSI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DlN_CqVG4E4/s72-c/Outriders%2Band%2Bthe%2BBig%2BGirls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-4201585905916013019</id><published>2011-05-13T11:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T11:25:41.125-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Confidence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-igcNrDA5WR8/Tc1pjDgZ-uI/AAAAAAAAAF0/95Uo0DnCLSw/s1600/Pongo%2Bon%2BPodium4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-igcNrDA5WR8/Tc1pjDgZ-uI/AAAAAAAAAF0/95Uo0DnCLSw/s320/Pongo%2Bon%2BPodium4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606253162103700194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_BEq4x8R7kA/Tc1piy0KKaI/AAAAAAAAAFs/tjC0nrfkv8o/s1600/Pongo%2Bon%2BPodium3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_BEq4x8R7kA/Tc1piy0KKaI/AAAAAAAAAFs/tjC0nrfkv8o/s320/Pongo%2Bon%2BPodium3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606253157623146914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9f1cY8SkPWY/Tc1pim5BDMI/AAAAAAAAAFk/WK0AyRVZ_AA/s1600/Pongo%2Bon%2BPodium2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9f1cY8SkPWY/Tc1pim5BDMI/AAAAAAAAAFk/WK0AyRVZ_AA/s320/Pongo%2Bon%2BPodium2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606253154422295746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-77l1vn-q58Y/Tc1piTyMfnI/AAAAAAAAAFc/IxeeUOTO4Fg/s1600/Pongo%2Bon%2BPodium1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-77l1vn-q58Y/Tc1piTyMfnI/AAAAAAAAAFc/IxeeUOTO4Fg/s320/Pongo%2Bon%2BPodium1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606253149293411954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm confident, Pongo is confident and he'll do almost anything!  Treats help :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31210644-4201585905916013019?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/4201585905916013019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=4201585905916013019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/4201585905916013019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/4201585905916013019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2011/05/confidence.html' title='Confidence'/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-igcNrDA5WR8/Tc1pjDgZ-uI/AAAAAAAAAF0/95Uo0DnCLSw/s72-c/Pongo%2Bon%2BPodium4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-266842332594393218</id><published>2011-05-13T11:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T11:23:09.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm driving the tractor and floating the road and areas up by the barn and round pen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tQSiHgVITBE/Tc1o1VduQeI/AAAAAAAAAFU/QvaLeyUckE0/s1600/Driving%2Bthe%2BTractor4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tQSiHgVITBE/Tc1o1VduQeI/AAAAAAAAAFU/QvaLeyUckE0/s320/Driving%2Bthe%2BTractor4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606252376650301922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ATfFgyULyhk/Tc1o1e1f9pI/AAAAAAAAAFM/iMRIjJXSNMY/s1600/Driving%2Bthe%2BTractor3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ATfFgyULyhk/Tc1o1e1f9pI/AAAAAAAAAFM/iMRIjJXSNMY/s320/Driving%2Bthe%2BTractor3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606252379165947538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-84nAutCFa6o/Tc1o1JQ6ezI/AAAAAAAAAFE/CfvXos68U0Y/s1600/Driving%2Bthe%2BTractor2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-84nAutCFa6o/Tc1o1JQ6ezI/AAAAAAAAAFE/CfvXos68U0Y/s320/Driving%2Bthe%2BTractor2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606252373375351602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mdRNHszwyvo/Tc1o06S9rgI/AAAAAAAAAE8/LNzSqiA5FK0/s1600/Driving%2Bthe%2BTractor1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mdRNHszwyvo/Tc1o06S9rgI/AAAAAAAAAE8/LNzSqiA5FK0/s320/Driving%2Bthe%2BTractor1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606252369357417986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31210644-266842332594393218?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/266842332594393218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=266842332594393218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/266842332594393218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/266842332594393218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-driving-tractor-and-floating-road.html' title=''/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tQSiHgVITBE/Tc1o1VduQeI/AAAAAAAAAFU/QvaLeyUckE0/s72-c/Driving%2Bthe%2BTractor4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-7682207282255972837</id><published>2011-05-13T11:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T11:20:51.469-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures at The Ranch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZI0je2dEwDg/Tc1oJ9rddII/AAAAAAAAAE0/t7WDC990i9Q/s1600/Building%2BPodium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZI0je2dEwDg/Tc1oJ9rddII/AAAAAAAAAE0/t7WDC990i9Q/s320/Building%2BPodium.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606251631531095170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Building a Podium with Roxanne and Ross...with the horses supervising!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31210644-7682207282255972837?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/7682207282255972837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=7682207282255972837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/7682207282255972837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/7682207282255972837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2011/05/adventures-at-ranch.html' title='Adventures at The Ranch'/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZI0je2dEwDg/Tc1oJ9rddII/AAAAAAAAAE0/t7WDC990i9Q/s72-c/Building%2BPodium.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-4963893613086545517</id><published>2011-05-07T00:13:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T00:13:12.336-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;This afternoon at the ranch, I was reminded of my Grandpa.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to help build a podeum.  My Grandpa was a carpenter and it always smelled like sawdust and wood.  I love the smell of freshly cut wood.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it rained and hailed.  It was incredible listening to the hail on the tin roof of the barn.  It reminded me of camping as a kid and hearing the rain pour down on our tent trailer roof.  I love storms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my most favorite is musty barn smell.  It reminded me of when I was little and my brother and I would explore the barn at my aunt and uncles.  We'd climb the ladders into the loft and just sit looking out over the yard.  Those were some great summers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31210644-4963893613086545517?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/4963893613086545517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=4963893613086545517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/4963893613086545517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/4963893613086545517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2011/05/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-7258728122466569030</id><published>2011-05-06T11:17:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T11:17:04.994-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Living in Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;I met with the Financial Advisor at Robertson College and was approved for a Student Loan today!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's enough to cover tuition and maybe rent/expenses for one month.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm praying now that I'll be able to switch over my line of credit to a student line of credit and find a part time job.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, that I find a place to live for Aug. 1st.  I'm looking for rent for about $400/month (or free) including utilities.  Any ideas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's hard to believe that I'm going back to school after 8 years.  What an adventure I'm entering into!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31210644-7258728122466569030?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/7258728122466569030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=7258728122466569030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/7258728122466569030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/7258728122466569030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2011/05/living-in-faith.html' title='Living in Faith'/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-8691667978835589325</id><published>2011-05-05T14:12:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T14:12:58.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationship Building</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Great day at the Ranch yesterday afternoon.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived early and sat in a feeder watching the herd.  They eat in groups and push each other away in one is in anothers 'space'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rode Pongo up to the barn and trotted a little.  I love riding bareback.  Allows me to feel the horse and work on my balance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did some round pen work in the evening.  Pongo did awesome...for not having done it before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worked on getting him used to an obstical and then we all (about 8 of us) went back into the round pen and rode bareback.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really didn't want to leave :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is one special horse and he's helping me break down my trust barriers and build a friendship with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never had the opportunity to do so with other horses.  I realized yesterday that although I know how to ride, I don't really know how to build a relationship with a horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For anyone who is interested, go to www.highertrails.org   2 horses are available for people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31210644-8691667978835589325?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/8691667978835589325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=8691667978835589325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/8691667978835589325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/8691667978835589325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2011/05/relationship-building.html' title='Relationship Building'/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-8329582625796008694</id><published>2011-05-03T14:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T14:23:32.407-06:00</updated><title type='text'>News</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uupSXNSvAws/TcBjMTPEu8I/AAAAAAAAAEs/uXO69AZH-lQ/s1600/DSC01820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uupSXNSvAws/TcBjMTPEu8I/AAAAAAAAAEs/uXO69AZH-lQ/s320/DSC01820.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602586999421975490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been too great at updating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to try to post about what I'm up to and life with my new Foster Horse, Pongo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a 6 year old Paint who was mauled by a cougar at 2.  His owner was going to put him down, when Higher Trails bought him.  Unfortunately, since then, he hasn't had much consistency.  When I took him on in February, I thought he was 4 years old!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has calmed down a lot in the last 3 months.  Pongo now stands fairly still for longer than a few seconds and is becoming much more comfortable in the barn.  We are working on the basics such as neck reining and backing up.  Sometimes it almost seems too easy as he's so willing to learn and please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through him I've been learning to relax and let go of my fears.  It's a process :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still in Calgary and in June I'm going back to school!  I'm enrolled at Robertson College in their Vet Office Assistant course.  It's like a retraining college.  The program is 6 months long, M-F, 8am to 1pm.  Should be interesting and challenging.  In the long run I'd like to work with large animals, but I have to start somewhere :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31210644-8329582625796008694?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/8329582625796008694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=8329582625796008694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/8329582625796008694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/8329582625796008694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2011/05/news.html' title='News'/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uupSXNSvAws/TcBjMTPEu8I/AAAAAAAAAEs/uXO69AZH-lQ/s72-c/DSC01820.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-8836459584650214011</id><published>2010-02-09T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T16:09:03.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>Dear Family and Friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of October 2008, I began a new job at a homeless shelter in downtown Calgary working with marginalized men.  As much as I enjoyed the position, it was stressful and wasn’t the ideal position for me.  With much prayer, I decided it was better for me, and my health, to leave the company.  So, on August 8 2009 I resigned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During that job, feelings of inadequacy and people-pleasing were rising to the surface.  In September I admitted to myself that I was unable to continue living as though everything was okay and as though I had dealt with previous feelings of self esteem and self doubt.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend referred me to a program offered by my church called Freedom Session (http://www.freedomsession.com/intro-to-freedom-session/an-overview-of-freedom-session).   As a child I was bullied by my peers.  I thought I had dealt with all the feelings surrounding my childhood, but I was living in denial.  I have learned through this program that it’s freeing dealing with the past and trusting that God will give me freedom for the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this time, I have decided to pull back from support-raising for Brazil.  I ask that you please stop supporting me financially until further notice.   I would, though, appreciate your prayers as I continue through the program as it is emotionally draining.  I am thankful that God is bringing me through this process as I will be in a better place emotionally, spiritually, and mentally to serve God when I am finished.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would also ask you to join me in praying about returning to school.  I have been looking into taking a Masters in either Counselling or Psychology at Providence Seminary (through Ambrose Seminary) or a Diploma of Social Work or a Certificate on Addiction Studies at Mount Royal University in the fall of 2010.  I feel that God is leading me to work within the addictions field, but I do need more training and knowledge in the area.  This isn’t to say that I will never be going to Latin America, but that for right now, God has put this desire in my heart for more education and training.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have spoken with the Executive Director of Latin American Mission Canada Inc and have his full support in wherever God leads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all of your support since I have applied and have been accepted as a missionary with Latin America Mission Canada Inc.  I appreciate all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have any questions or wish to continue to contact me, please feel free by messaging me and I'll contact you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31210644-8836459584650214011?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/8836459584650214011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=8836459584650214011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/8836459584650214011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/8836459584650214011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2010/02/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-5297000905674602108</id><published>2009-10-17T16:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T17:08:59.715-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Promise</title><content type='html'>The Promise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never said that I would give you silver or gold&lt;br /&gt;or that you would never feel the fire or shiver in the cold.&lt;br /&gt;But I did say you'd never walk through this world alone.&lt;br /&gt;And I did say don't make this world your home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never said that fear wouldn't find you in the night&lt;br /&gt;or that loneliness was something you'd never have to fight&lt;br /&gt;but I did say I'd be right by your side.&lt;br /&gt;And I did say I'll always help you to fight.&lt;br /&gt;I'll always help you to fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know I made a promise that I intend to keep.&lt;br /&gt;My grace will be sufficient in every time of need.&lt;br /&gt;My love will be the anchor that you can hold on to;&lt;br /&gt;this is the promise, this is the promise I've made to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never said that friends would never turn their back on you,&lt;br /&gt;or that the world around wouldn't see you as a fool,&lt;br /&gt;but I did say like Me, you'll surely be despised.&lt;br /&gt;And I did say&lt;br /&gt;My ways confound the wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't say you'd never taste the bitter kiss of death&lt;br /&gt;or have to walk through chilly Jordan to enter into rest,&lt;br /&gt;but I did say I'd waitin' right on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;And I did say I'd dry every tear you cry.&lt;br /&gt;Every tear that you cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know I made a promise that I've prepared a place,&lt;br /&gt;and someday sooner than you think you'll see Me face to face.&lt;br /&gt;And you'll sing with the angels and a countless multitude;&lt;br /&gt;this is the promise, this is the promise I've made to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just keep on walkin',&lt;br /&gt;don't turn to the left or right,&lt;br /&gt;and in the midst of darkness,&lt;br /&gt;oh, let this be your light:&lt;br /&gt;that hell can't separate us,&lt;br /&gt;you're gonna make it through;&lt;br /&gt;this is the promise,&lt;br /&gt;this is the promise I've made to you.&lt;br /&gt;This is the promise,&lt;br /&gt;this is the promise,&lt;br /&gt;that I made to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words and music by Brian White and Don Poythress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were rehearsing this song in choir Thursday evening and God spoke to me.  Trust me, I'm taking care of you.  This is My promise to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31210644-5297000905674602108?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/5297000905674602108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=5297000905674602108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/5297000905674602108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/5297000905674602108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2009/10/promise.html' title='The Promise'/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-9111166785540212467</id><published>2009-09-24T10:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T10:53:06.427-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Specific</title><content type='html'>Last night I helped out serving and visiting in the Bowness community at a supper for lower income families. This is what happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was sitting eating dinner, this woman who was familiar sat down near me. I recognized her from the Center of Hope when I used to work there. She would come in the for the community meal at 4pm. It was a free soup line for anyone in the community. She was always rude and negative. But, we began chatting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me that she's learning how to use the computer, taking a course at the library downtown. She was suicidal because her friend kept putting her down and telling her she couldn't do any of the goals she had set out for herself...learn the computer, learn how to drive and own a car. She's trying to break away from this relationship since she feels she's being verbally and emotionally abused. That explains why she was so negative when I saw her downtown. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier that day, I had listened to Dr. David Jeremiah on Turning Point about resentment and anger and how if we don't deal with it, it'll destroy us and the people around us. God has perfect timing! I shared this with her. I shared that as hard as it is to severe those relationships around us that aren't strengthening us, we need too. But, we also need to deal with our resentment and anger which we have for others and for situations in our lives which have hurt us. I could tell she was hurting because she kept going back to what this woman had done to her. It made me think about my own situation. It's not right to hold onto the anger and bitterness. I need to forgive. So I encouraged her to forgive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we are chatting, I'm noticing people cleaning up around us. But I didn't feel led to leave. Someone had asked me a question which pulled me away from the table. But, she got my attention and asked if she could PRAY for me! Here we are, serving the guests, encouraging them to let us pray for them and she wants to pray for me! I told her that I would like prayer for a job. She then said, well, God wants us to be specific when we ask for things, so what type of job?! I explained specifically what type of job and she prayed for me, then I prayed for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What blows me away every time is that yes, they may be a marginalized society, but they are just like me. With hurts and struggles and choices to make in life. So messed up, intoxicated, strung out, low self esteem, bitter, angry (etc), but human and looking to be treated with dignity and respect, yet expecting the worst. They may seem scary on the outside, but deep down we are all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the people living in the East Village. Never thought I would say that! God calls us to go to the poor and hurting and love them. As I go, God will change and use me. How cool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31210644-9111166785540212467?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/9111166785540212467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=9111166785540212467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/9111166785540212467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/9111166785540212467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2009/09/be-specific.html' title='Be Specific'/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-7852542746456870377</id><published>2009-09-10T23:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T00:01:10.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Noise"</title><content type='html'>I know I haven't posted in awhile, but this is pretty funny.  Welcome to my neighborhood...more commonly known as "Ranch Hood"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Strange noise in Ranchlands&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Where is that strange noise coming from?&lt;br /&gt;Updated: Thu Sep. 10 2009 15:14:33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ctvcalgary.ca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A University of Calgary assistant professor and an acoustic engineer are now researching the source of a strange noise in Ranchlands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CTV News first reported on the noise heard by some Ranchlands residents back in February. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The City and utility companies all attempted to find what was making the noise to no avail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Marcia Epstein and Richard Patching have recorded the sound at a few residences and hope to gather more evidence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Residents and the community association are just happy someone is looking into the unidentifiable sound. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epstein says it appears the sound could be from several sources. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny part?  I've never heard "The Noise" and my friends live in the area and if they've heard it, it was once and faint!  Goodness, people!  I grew up on a flight path and got used to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this world coming to?!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31210644-7852542746456870377?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/7852542746456870377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=7852542746456870377&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/7852542746456870377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/7852542746456870377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2009/09/noise.html' title='&quot;The Noise&quot;'/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-5629896986673905183</id><published>2009-02-02T21:55:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T14:10:31.596-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31210644-5629896986673905183?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/5629896986673905183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=5629896986673905183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/5629896986673905183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/5629896986673905183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2009/02/11500-pee.html' title=''/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-1191376502383096962</id><published>2008-12-24T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T08:43:18.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Facts...</title><content type='html'>I learned on the News last night, that compared to all the major cities in Canada, VICTORIA, BC has the most snow!  I can't remember the last time that happened.  And this may be the first year since 1971 that there will be a white Christmas across Canada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31210644-1191376502383096962?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/1191376502383096962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=1191376502383096962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/1191376502383096962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/1191376502383096962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2008/12/interesting-facts.html' title='Interesting Facts...'/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-344511582523959510</id><published>2008-11-26T10:10:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T10:19:46.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Addictions</title><content type='html'>I work in a men's transitional housing shelter. Last night we were discussing how addictions mess up lives. Some of the clients are younger than me. But then I starting thinking more about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have addictions, but they may not be illegal. Spending money, accumulating 'stuff', being busy, etc. Addictions are a distraction from everyday life. What can I do to numb the reality that I may not want to deal with. These addictions may not land us in a shelter, but they still mess up our lives and other people's lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop running from reality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Run to God.&lt;/strong&gt; It may not get easier, but the burden will be lighter. Do you want peace?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Run to others.&lt;/strong&gt; Live, learn, grow and share in a community so that others can see your reality, support and pray for you and help you see your reality differently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change isn't always easy. But it's easier with God and community.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31210644-344511582523959510?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/344511582523959510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=344511582523959510&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/344511582523959510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/344511582523959510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2008/11/addictions.html' title='Addictions'/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-2902634586162494273</id><published>2008-10-12T11:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T11:55:43.613-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankfulness</title><content type='html'>Stepping out of the boat can be scary, but God promises to ALWAYS take care of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday October 9th I had an interview with The Salvation Army, Centre of Hope.  I thought I was interviewing for Client Service Worker.  I was interviewed for Team Leader.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back up a bit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday September 29th a friend told me that he loves his job at The Salvation Army.  Somehow it came up that they were hiring and I started asking all the necessary questions.  It sounded like something I would be interested in.  Ministry with the homeless, etc. in Calgary's downtown.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the weekend, an interview time was set up.  I was nervous, but knew that even though I was stepping out of the boat, God would take care of me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short:  I was interviewed, called back and accepted the job as Team Leader that same day.  I am truly thankful of how God provided for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we take the step out of the boat and trust God, He provides.  It may not always be in the way He provides, but He will always take care of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm praying for a car.  An automatic Japanese car, under around $1500, that is safe and can get me from A to B.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is the great provider.  He is in control and will keep me safe.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31210644-2902634586162494273?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/2902634586162494273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=2902634586162494273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/2902634586162494273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/2902634586162494273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2008/10/thankfulness.html' title='Thankfulness'/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-2006481965558504561</id><published>2008-08-07T11:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T11:35:44.910-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hollywood</title><content type='html'>So, there's this customer at work that we all try to avoid as soon as we HEAR her.  She's a senior (don't get me wrong, I like seniors), usually wears all one color and is loud - both spoken and what she wears.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She EXPECTS that she have one on one service, EVEN if it's busy.  But, she rarely buys and if she does, she'll return it the next day.  She's always at the Bay and most of the associates know her.  When she puts items on hold, she gives her business card - fashion co-ordinator!  If you saw her, you would know why this is funny.  Recently, my friend nicknamed her Hollywood.  Probably because she's so glitzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was seniors day.  While I was moving stock around in the back, I heard her.  One of the associates came in the back and I asked her how it was going.  She said that Hollywood doesn't want to be called a Senior...she wants to be called a Zoomer!  What the heck is a Zoomer????  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I now ask a customer when they are ready to pay, "Do you qualify for the zoomer's discount?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always an adventure in Ladies Shoes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31210644-2006481965558504561?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/2006481965558504561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=2006481965558504561&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/2006481965558504561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/2006481965558504561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2008/08/hollywood.html' title='Hollywood'/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-157186048154745447</id><published>2008-08-04T23:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T23:46:21.296-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Bit of Winter in Brazil</title><content type='html'>Penguins wash up closer to equator in Brazil, wildlife experts say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIO DE JANEIRO, Brazil - Brazilian wildlife authorities say penguins from frigid waters near the bottom of the world are washing up closer to the equator than ever before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A spokesman for Brazil's federal environmental agency says about 300 penguins have been found dead or alive in recent days along the coast of Bahia state. The area, close to the equator, is better known for sunbathers in bikinis than for seabirds native to Antarctica and Patagonia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biologists believe stronger-than-usual ocean currents have pulled the birds north.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others suggest the increase might be due to overfishing near Patagonia and Antarctica that has forced the penguins to swim further in search of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temperatures in the current Southern Hemisphere winter are in the low 20s Celsius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is unheard of. There have even been reports of penguins washing up as far as Aracaju," Adelson Cerqueira Silva said, referring to a beachside state capital even closer to the equator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silva said the environmental authority was receiving hundreds of phone calls reporting penguin sightings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're telling people if the penguins don't appear to be injured or sick to leave them alone so they can swim back," Silva said in telephone interview from the Bahia state capital of Salvador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rescued penguins have swamped a triage centre for rescued birds, and Silva said about 90 of the birds found alive have since died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penguins have been sweeping up on Brazilian shores in ever greater numbers this year, for reasons that are not entirely clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While penguins commonly wash up as far north as Rio de Janeiro state in July and August - hundreds have done so this year. Bahia is roughly 1,200 kilometres northeast of Rio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P. Dee Boersma, a conservation biologist at the University of Washington who works with penguins in Argentina, said that while she has heard of penguins occasionally washing up as far north as Bahia, the numbers washing up this year are extremely high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The last time that you got a lot of penguins was in 2000, mostly in Rio but some further north. That year the sea surface temperature was a degree lower than the 30-year average so the penguins just keep swimming in search of food without noticing where they're going," said Boersma in a telephone interview from Seattle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also said overfishing near Patagonia and Antarctica could be a factor. In the past decade, penguins have had to swim an average of 60 kilometres further north to find food, Boersma said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The majority of penguins turning up are baby birds that have just left the nest and are least able to outswim the strong ocean currents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Guess all I'll have to do is visit the beaches of Rio when I'm in Brazil if I ever get homesick!&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/31210644-157186048154745447?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/157186048154745447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=157186048154745447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/157186048154745447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/157186048154745447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2008/08/little-bit-of-winter-in-brazil.html' title='A Little Bit of Winter in Brazil'/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-1207847571951811717</id><published>2008-08-04T19:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T19:04:10.484-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you so much for your prayers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have officially been accepted with Latin America Mission and appointed a missionary with them.  I am awaiting a letter with further details.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many Blessings,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Julie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31210644-1207847571951811717?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/1207847571951811717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=1207847571951811717&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/1207847571951811717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/1207847571951811717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-4744906808145848059</id><published>2008-07-22T00:16:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T00:19:13.781-06:00</updated><title type='text'>D Day turned God's Day</title><content type='html'>I survived the dentist today.  After two anti-anxiety pills, nitrous oxide and 6 freezing needles later I have two fewer wisdom teeth, four more fillings and a lighter wallet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, please, PLEASE don't wait to go to the dentist (even if you HATE it), it's not worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like the dentist, but it's always easier with drugs...oh and Tylenol 3 with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;codeine&lt;/span&gt; for the after effects.  Am I in pain...not yet, but I'm a little 'happy'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God did stretch my faith through it all.  I know it's something simple.  I even lost sleep over it...though it was an oven in my room the night before! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;panicking&lt;/span&gt; over the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;littlest&lt;/span&gt; things and God ALWAYS pulls through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thank you God, for using something I was terrified about to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;strengthen&lt;/span&gt; my faith and trust in You! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually will look forward to going to the dentist now...I never would've seen that coming!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31210644-4744906808145848059?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/4744906808145848059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=4744906808145848059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/4744906808145848059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/4744906808145848059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2008/07/d-day-turned-gods-day.html' title='D Day turned God&apos;s Day'/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-5821593720161696458</id><published>2008-06-02T18:42:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T18:43:48.286-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry!</title><content type='html'>Sorry about the formatting on my previous post!  I'm not all that great with computers and it did show up differently in the draft!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31210644-5821593720161696458?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/5821593720161696458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=5821593720161696458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/5821593720161696458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/5821593720161696458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2008/06/sorry.html' title='Sorry!'/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-5422275513829248440</id><published>2008-06-02T17:52:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T18:42:30.134-06:00</updated><title type='text'>May 2008 support letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEB3yQ0kHHY/SESSgl8aCdI/AAAAAAAAACc/zctCJvbggTs/s1600-h/DSCN1050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207448157786081746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEB3yQ0kHHY/SESSgl8aCdI/AAAAAAAAACc/zctCJvbggTs/s320/DSCN1050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm sorry for the length. I want to be committed to you to keep my letters shorter from now on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But, please enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;(With some children at City for Children, Aracariguama, Brazil (Lucas in front))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm Thankful For...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;*You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*Thank you for supporting me through prayer and donations over these last five and a half months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;*My orientation with Latin America MIssion in Miami, January 20 to February 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Although it was a jammed packed 10 days of orientation, I felt like I was coming home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*I made some lasting friendships with the LAM staff and the other candidates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Through prayer and interviews, I've decdided to go to Brazil. I will be working with an organization called Valley of Blessing, City for Children. I never through I would be going to Brazil...NEVER say never!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*The reslults of my MRI for my left knee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*I don't need surgery! Since my physiotherapy and exercises, I've had minimal pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*My exploration trip to Brazil, March 31 to April 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*After letting worry consume me as I prepared to travel to Brazil, I learned that even though it doesn't look like it, God is fully in control and I MUST leave the worrying up to Him. Even though I wasn't sleeping, God sustained me and took care of me through work and commitments, flights and customs, airport navigation and finding lost luggage until I was safely in Aracariguama (an hour and a half from Sao Paulo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I spent a few days at Valley of Blessing, City for Children meeting the staff and hanging out with the kids. The ministry is about 20 yeears old and was started by two pastors. There are home for children 0-18 yrs, a church, a school, cafeteria, Bible college, dorms, prayer center and beautiful gardens. The kids are usualy sent to live there by the courts since they are lacking basic needs at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I will be workiing primarily with City for Children filling inthe gaps in the Christian education system to meet public education standards. Through this, I'm hoping I'll be able to disciple some of the kids as well as learn about at risk kids. In the future LAM and I will disscuss the possibilities of using horses to reach at risk kids. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*Even though I didn't speak Portuguese, I figured out how to say "What is this?". Although I was saying it wrong, Lucas (see picture) clued in and taught me colors, parts of the body and how to count. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*I then visited the language school in Vianopolis. It's not set in stone that I'll be attending the school; it all depends when I leave. The first semester begins each August. If I leave earlier, then the plan is to receive tutoring in Anapolis. Both of these cities are in the state of Goias which is about an hour flight north of Sao Paulo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*I spent the rest of my time visiting LAM missionaries who work with Christian Camping International Brazil. There three couples train Brazilians in every related to camp ministry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*I loved Brazil! Even though it does have Latin influence, the country also has European influences since it was colonized by Portugal. It was normal to see fair skinned and dark skinned people. I'm excited for my return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*My continued application process with Latin America Mission&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*I'm learning more about myself and God as I am being stretched through the application process. God is in control. As much as I would like to leave by January, that may or may not happen. I can't focus on the how, but only on God. He will take care of the details.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Please pray that I won't get down thinking baout the length of time the process is taking (it's normal!), but that I'll use this as a chance to get to know myself and God better. My ministry can't be strong if my relationship with God is weak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you would like to contact me, please send me a message. Since this is a public board, I don't want to leave my contact information. Thanks for reading!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"For I know the plan I have for you, declares the Lord, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future." Jeremiah 29:11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Julie Clausen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31210644-5422275513829248440?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/5422275513829248440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=5422275513829248440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/5422275513829248440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/5422275513829248440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2008/06/may-2008-support-letter.html' title='May 2008 support letter'/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEB3yQ0kHHY/SESSgl8aCdI/AAAAAAAAACc/zctCJvbggTs/s72-c/DSCN1050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-6494512674234914566</id><published>2008-06-02T17:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T17:51:27.209-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Evangelism Never Stands Alone...</title><content type='html'>"I think Mother's life tells us something more-that evangelism never stands alone." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alone, evangelism is vulnerable to distortion or suffocation--it often becomes either an unworthy kind of proselytism, or is easily snuffed out in favor of other priorities.  But when evangelism is a part of the the total mission of the church, surrounded by compassion and service and training for life, then it is vital and enduring."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is meant to be a part--not the total--of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Christian&lt;/span&gt; task.  Look at the imperatives that always accompany the Great Commission: baptizing, teaching, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;discipling&lt;/span&gt;, healing.  Look at the example of Jesus and his disciples.  I agree.  Evangelism is the priority &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mission&lt;/span&gt; of the Body of Christ.  But it cannot, must, should not stand alone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To me, Kenneth, Mother's life says that for the Body [of Christ] to be able to evangelize, it needs supporting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ministries&lt;/span&gt;, like the Bible institute, the radio station and publications.  And wherever human need appears, the Body's automatic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;function&lt;/span&gt; is to respond.  It is the very nature of the gospel to respond to the demands that a sin-sick world makes upon its resources.  Such a response gives it credibility.  This is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; we are also discovering in the 'Caravans' (rural assistance) ministry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;in which&lt;/span&gt; I am currently &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;involved&lt;/span&gt;.  People give &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;themselves&lt;/span&gt; to Jesus naturally in that kind of an environment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-taken from, "One Step Ahead", The Innovative &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Strachans&lt;/span&gt; and the Birth of the Latin America Mission by W. Dayton Roberts (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;pgs&lt;/span&gt;. 183-184)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like how Susan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Strachans&lt;/span&gt;' daughter Grace, describes evangelism as a whole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31210644-6494512674234914566?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/6494512674234914566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=6494512674234914566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/6494512674234914566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/6494512674234914566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2008/06/evangelism-never-stands-alone.html' title='Evangelism Never Stands Alone...'/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-4486616785214920811</id><published>2008-05-08T11:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T11:20:53.046-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>more to follow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31210644-4486616785214920811?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/4486616785214920811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=4486616785214920811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/4486616785214920811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/4486616785214920811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2008/05/more-to-follow.html' title=''/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-6660343783812107914</id><published>2008-05-08T11:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T11:20:27.967-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Foooood!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEB3yQ0kHHY/SCM1GMBs3CI/AAAAAAAAACU/oqRfwU2GB_o/s1600-h/DSCN1104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198056775339531298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEB3yQ0kHHY/SCM1GMBs3CI/AAAAAAAAACU/oqRfwU2GB_o/s320/DSCN1104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brazilian BBQ!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the meat isn't processed and doesn't have added chemicals, it tastes amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the restaurants I went to had a buffet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;layed&lt;/span&gt; out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;in front&lt;/span&gt; when I walked in.  I chose all sorts of food (minus meat) and then sat down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a small round dial on each table - one side red, the other green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, move it to the green side and wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't wait long, and waiters started coming with different types of meat.  They slice off what you want and will keep coming until you move the dial to red or stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow!  Did I get my fill there!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Definitely&lt;/span&gt; worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were places like that restaurant in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Goias&lt;/span&gt; too.  Except that I went to the BBQ itself and chose what meat I wanted and then my plate was weighed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mouth is watering just describing it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31210644-6660343783812107914?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/6660343783812107914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=6660343783812107914&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/6660343783812107914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/6660343783812107914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2008/05/foooood.html' title='Foooood!!!'/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEB3yQ0kHHY/SCM1GMBs3CI/AAAAAAAAACU/oqRfwU2GB_o/s72-c/DSCN1104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-8882507413478515540</id><published>2008-05-08T11:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T11:14:10.908-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Brazil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEB3yQ0kHHY/SCMyuMBs2_I/AAAAAAAAAB8/lQNbAOd4tSs/s1600-h/DSCN1070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198054163999415282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEB3yQ0kHHY/SCMyuMBs2_I/AAAAAAAAAB8/lQNbAOd4tSs/s320/DSCN1070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tEB3yQ0kHHY/SCMyusBs3AI/AAAAAAAAACE/20ApcnbswdU/s1600-h/DSCN1080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198054172589349890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px" height="223" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tEB3yQ0kHHY/SCMyusBs3AI/AAAAAAAAACE/20ApcnbswdU/s320/DSCN1080.JPG" width="307" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tEB3yQ0kHHY/SCMyu8Bs3BI/AAAAAAAAACM/X3Wf8PIdLKc/s1600-h/DSCN1081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198054176884317202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tEB3yQ0kHHY/SCMyu8Bs3BI/AAAAAAAAACM/X3Wf8PIdLKc/s320/DSCN1081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The top left picture is of Camp Victoria.  It's the christian camp that Dihno and Ginny (picture in the right) started.  The LAM missionaries that work with Christian Camping International Brazil train Brazilians with how to run camps.  From everything on what to do with snakes to buying food, to training camp staff, etc.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We stayed at the camp for one night.  It was beautiful and peaceful.  I loved listening to the birds, and there are even night birds!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The property is huge and was bought for $10,000 USD from a spiritist who liked Dihno's vision for the camp.  God works in mysterious ways!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dihno and Ginny (left) and Ariana live in Tres Ranchos.  Ariana rents from Dihno and Ginny and works as a missionary at the camp.  She spoke some English so I had fun getting to know her.  The last night we were in Tres Ranchos, she invited me to a birthday party for someone at her church.  Though only a few others spoke English, I still had fun.  I love the Latino culture...even though I am a stranger, it doesn't matter.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bottom picture is of the landscape in Goias.  It reminded me of BC.  I guess that's why it felt so much like home.  Rolling hills, cows and horses and agriculture all over the place!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31210644-8882507413478515540?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/8882507413478515540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=8882507413478515540&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/8882507413478515540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/8882507413478515540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2008/05/brazil_6452.html' title='Brazil'/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEB3yQ0kHHY/SCMyuMBs2_I/AAAAAAAAAB8/lQNbAOd4tSs/s72-c/DSCN1070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-7500870390398248845</id><published>2008-05-08T10:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T11:02:05.772-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Traffic and Pollution</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEB3yQ0kHHY/SCMw_MBs29I/AAAAAAAAABs/ymmJ7oGVDlE/s1600-h/DSCN1107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198052257033935826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEB3yQ0kHHY/SCMw_MBs29I/AAAAAAAAABs/ymmJ7oGVDlE/s320/DSCN1107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A typical day in Sao Paulo...yes, it's cloudy, but not foggy, just polluted.  My eyes hurt a lot and I had to take Claritain.  It looks like I'll only be in Sao Paulo if I'm flying into the airport. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tEB3yQ0kHHY/SCMw_sBs2-I/AAAAAAAAAB0/8xljlXsRtvM/s1600-h/DSCN1118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198052265623870434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tEB3yQ0kHHY/SCMw_sBs2-I/AAAAAAAAAB0/8xljlXsRtvM/s320/DSCN1118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love big cities, but it's not safe.  There are a lot of problems with gangs and robberies.  It sounds like my first car will be in Brazil!  Since most of the cars there are standards, I decided I should learn how to drive one on Deerfoot, in rush hour, while it's raining!  Anyone want to teach me???!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31210644-7500870390398248845?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/7500870390398248845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=7500870390398248845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/7500870390398248845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/7500870390398248845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2008/05/traffic-and-pollution.html' title='Traffic and Pollution'/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEB3yQ0kHHY/SCMw_MBs29I/AAAAAAAAABs/ymmJ7oGVDlE/s72-c/DSCN1107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-2630584376075031011</id><published>2008-05-08T10:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T10:48:19.317-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Me and the boys.  I didn't know the word for smile, so they don't look very happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tEB3yQ0kHHY/SCMsA8Bs25I/AAAAAAAAABM/B457R3beTbk/s1600-h/DSCN1050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198046789540567954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="213" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tEB3yQ0kHHY/SCMsA8Bs25I/AAAAAAAAABM/B457R3beTbk/s320/DSCN1050.JPG" width="303" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEB3yQ0kHHY/SCMsBcBs27I/AAAAAAAAABc/I1rYqnvhA5U/s1600-h/DSCN1069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198046798130502578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="211" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEB3yQ0kHHY/SCMsBcBs27I/AAAAAAAAABc/I1rYqnvhA5U/s320/DSCN1069.JPG" width="304" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alan is a LAM missionary in Anapolis with Christian Camping Internatioal Brazil.  Eni Dell is his daughter (right).  Miguel Angel (left) is VP of Ministries for LAM and I was traveling with him.  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEB3yQ0kHHY/SCMsBMBs26I/AAAAAAAAABU/VQ6FItdEF_Y/s1600-h/DSCN1068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198046793835535266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEB3yQ0kHHY/SCMsBMBs26I/AAAAAAAAABU/VQ6FItdEF_Y/s320/DSCN1068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anapolis is in Goias, another State in Brazil.  Just north of Sao Paulo.  I loved listening to the birds.  And the fruit is wonderful, such a variety.  I'll be learning Portuguese in Anapolis.  Alan, his wife Ezia and daughter are looking into tutors for me.  Eni Dell offered to be one of my tutors.  Ezia is Brazilian and so Eni Dell is fluent.  They were such an amazing family.  I felt like I was coming home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Valley of Blessing.  It was beautiful and peaceful.  It's about an hour and a half outside of Sao Paulo.  The people were so friendly and wanted to help me learn the language. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to return.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31210644-2630584376075031011?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/2630584376075031011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=2630584376075031011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/2630584376075031011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/2630584376075031011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2008/05/me-and-boys.html' title=''/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tEB3yQ0kHHY/SCMsA8Bs25I/AAAAAAAAABM/B457R3beTbk/s72-c/DSCN1050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-4865739253388152993</id><published>2008-05-08T10:31:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T10:33:35.041-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Brazil</title><content type='html'>Here is me with some of the boys.  They were so cute and even though we couldn't communicate, we had fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to post more pics, but it won't let me right now.  So, more to come!&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/31210644-4865739253388152993?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/4865739253388152993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=4865739253388152993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/4865739253388152993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/4865739253388152993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2008/05/brazil_08.html' title='Brazil'/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-7814475009569237303</id><published>2008-05-08T10:22:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T10:30:30.955-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Brazil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tEB3yQ0kHHY/SCMpK8Bs24I/AAAAAAAAABE/uJNrmZpy3eY/s1600-h/DSCN1110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198043662804376450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tEB3yQ0kHHY/SCMpK8Bs24I/AAAAAAAAABE/uJNrmZpy3eY/s320/DSCN1110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Welcome to Valley of Blesssing.  Careful with our Children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aracariguama, SP, Brazil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the ministry where I'll be working - specifically City for Children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are children here from birth to 18 years.  There's a school, church, cafeteria, Bible college, houses for the kids/teens, parks, prayer center.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's beautiful and protected by the government.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hung out with some of the kids for a few hours.  It was hard because I don't speak Portuguese, but I figured out how to ask "what is it" in Portuguese, except I found out later that I was saying it as I would in Spanish, not Portuguese.  But one boy, Lucas understood me and taught me parts of the body, and how to count.  And they had me playing ring aroud the rosie.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31210644-7814475009569237303?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/7814475009569237303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=7814475009569237303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/7814475009569237303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/7814475009569237303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2008/05/brazil.html' title='Brazil'/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tEB3yQ0kHHY/SCMpK8Bs24I/AAAAAAAAABE/uJNrmZpy3eY/s72-c/DSCN1110.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-3527372830237608988</id><published>2008-05-08T10:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T10:13:37.267-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's May darn it!</title><content type='html'>What do I see on the weather this morning? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snowfall warning! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's May 8th...I'll never get used to Calgary weather!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10-15 cm from today to Friday morning.  Funny part, I'm going to a retreat with Axis from Friday to Sunday with horseback riding Saturday.  Maybe I'll be sledding instead! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's supposed to warm up for Friday and the weekend, but this IS Calgary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything can  happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I go back to Brazil now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31210644-3527372830237608988?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/3527372830237608988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=3527372830237608988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/3527372830237608988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/3527372830237608988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-may-darn-it.html' title='It&apos;s May darn it!'/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-5249665812535550208</id><published>2008-04-24T23:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T23:17:44.504-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What season is it?</title><content type='html'>So, it's April 24th (I think) and it looks like December outside!  AND it's supposed to snow overnight and into the morning.  Apparently it's supposed to warm up Friday afternoon and into the weekend, but that's what 'they' said at the beginning of the week! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait until I can return to Brazil!  January won't come soon enough:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow, snow go away, come again when I don't live in Canada!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31210644-5249665812535550208?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/5249665812535550208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=5249665812535550208&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/5249665812535550208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/5249665812535550208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-season-is-it.html' title='What season is it?'/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-3854454661511453801</id><published>2008-04-17T10:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T11:01:10.438-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dengue Outbreak</title><content type='html'>This is scary stuff.  I'm thankful I didn't get dengue fever.  Right now it's the rainy season in Brazil, so that's why there is an epidemic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 15, 2008Dengue Outbreak Sweeps Through Rio By MERY GALANTERNICK and ALEXEI BARRIONUEVORIO DE JANEIRO -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heavy rains over the past month have created a fertile breeding ground for mosquitoes carrying the dengue fever virus, deepening a crisis that has claimed at least 80 lives in Rio State.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The dengue strain ravaging this tropical city is now believed to be stronger and more lethal than the virus responsible for an epidemic in 2002, considered the worst in recent history in Brazil, according to Dr. Jacob Kligerman, health secretary for the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spreading epidemic has shown no signs of slowing. Since January, 75,399 people have been infected in Rio State, health officials say. The mortality rate is now more than three times as high as it was during the epidemic in 2002, which claimed 91 lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no vaccine for dengue, also known as "bone break fever," which is spread by bites from the Aedes aegypti mosquito. Dengue produces high fever, a rash, nausea, vomiting and severe headaches and joint and muscle pains. The treatment includes pain relievers, rest and fluids. The disease usually lasts about one week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children younger than 15, who have little immunity, are the most susceptible to being infected. At least 35 children have died from the disease in Rio State.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the death toll has mounted, public officials have been slow to react, in part because no one could decide if the mosquito was a city, state or federal issue. In recent days physicians have been brought in from other states, and the federal government has sent in 1,700 members of the armed forces to help anti-disease efforts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, army and navy service members trained by health officials began a 30-day tour in Rio State, visiting 95,000 homes in an effort to identify breeding grounds for the mosquito and to teach residents how to help prevent the disease. The service members are also giving patients intravenous saline solution to avoid severe dehydration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latest outbreak was set off by heavy rains. The mosquito breeds in uncovered water tanks, pools of stagnant water and discarded tires that accumulate water. The shantytowns built along jungle hillsides here provide a fertile mosquito breeding ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dengue outbreak is taking a toll on tourism. The embassies of several countries, including the United States, Portugal and Italy, issued alerts on their Web sites warning about the epidemic in Rio, the main gateway into Brazil for foreign tourists. Two Portuguese tourists were infected in Rio, Portuguese newspapers reported. Officials recommend that visitors wear trousers and long-sleeve shirts, and that they spray insect repellent on uncovered skin three times a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When two children died from dengue here last November, the local authorities determined that a second type of dengue virus was present and that it could cause more casualties among children than the 2002 epidemic. In its more severe form, dengue hemorrhagic fever, the illness causes internal bleeding and can eventually kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the health secretary of the city of Rio, 50 people who have died were infected with hemorrhagic dengue, half of them younger than 12. The toll in the city is more than half of the 91 deaths reported in 2002 for all of Rio State.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Jacarepaguá, one of the most afflicted neighborhoods in the city, the air force put up 15 barracks with space to care for up to 400 patients a day. "There were many more people needing assistance than we could handle," said Col. Henry Munhoz, a spokesman for the air force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, 4,000 former guides to the Pan American Games were called back to help fight the disease. The governor of Rio State, Sérgio Cabral, unveiled a package of dengue-related measures, including an educational campaign for public transportation, schools and police stations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those efforts are meant to avoid an epidemic next year. The governor has expressed frustration at the lack of effort by city officials in preventing the disease. "But right now we are facing a crisis; we don't have time to debate whose responsibility it is," he told reporters late last month. "It's useless to cry over spilled milk. There are people dying."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31210644-3854454661511453801?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/3854454661511453801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=3854454661511453801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/3854454661511453801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/3854454661511453801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2008/04/dengue-outbreak.html' title='Dengue Outbreak'/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-2057418498537512958</id><published>2008-03-30T13:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T13:10:11.781-06:00</updated><title type='text'>On my way to Brazil</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hi Everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SO, SO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; much for praying for me while I couldn't sleep and for the processing of my VISA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I recieved my VISA on Wednesday!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  And I was able to sleep a bit better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be flying out of Calgary at 7am Monday morning and arriving in Sao Paulo, Brazil Tuesday morning.  The plan is to visit Valley of Blessing, the children's ministry for a few days.  Then I'll fly to Goiania to visit the language school in Vianopolis, some of LAM's missionaries in Anapolis and Tres Ranchos.  I will be flying home on April 7th.  It'll be a busy week, but I'm looking forward to the visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you please join me in prayer for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     *safe travels&lt;br /&gt;     *minimal culture shock &amp;amp; patience with the language (Portuguese)&lt;br /&gt;     *seeing Brazil through God's eyes&lt;br /&gt;     *vision for my future ministry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I appreciate all the prayers and support and verses from everyone.  I wish I could give all of you BIG HUGS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31210644-2057418498537512958?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/2057418498537512958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=2057418498537512958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/2057418498537512958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/2057418498537512958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2008/03/on-my-way-to-brazil.html' title='On my way to Brazil'/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-6251626021179347896</id><published>2008-03-26T19:34:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T19:34:51.190-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank you for praying!  I have my VISA!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31210644-6251626021179347896?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/6251626021179347896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=6251626021179347896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/6251626021179347896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/6251626021179347896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2008/03/thank-you-for-praying-i-have-my-visa.html' title=''/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-1834259235738687953</id><published>2008-03-26T08:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T08:32:41.493-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My VISA was accepted at the post office yesterday in Vancouver.  So it should be here today or tomorrow.  Please pray for a safe delivery and that it's a VISA not a declined application.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31210644-1834259235738687953?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/1834259235738687953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=1834259235738687953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/1834259235738687953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/1834259235738687953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-visa-was-accepted-at-post-office.html' title=''/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-248075129224223045</id><published>2008-03-07T21:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T21:55:41.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for me.  I could use some encouraging words right now and some verses surrounding faith, peace and trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am stressed out about my VISA application.  I am traveling to Brazil on March 31st and I must have a VISA to enter the country. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been sleeping due to the stress.  I'm thankful that God is sustaining me through each day and I'm thankful that I'm not sick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for an overwhelming sense of peace and good, long, deep sleeps.  Please pray that my VISA application with be processed quicker than normal and that my passport will be safe as I am required to mail it to Vancouver, British Columbia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31210644-248075129224223045?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/248075129224223045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=248075129224223045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/248075129224223045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/248075129224223045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2008/03/hi-everyone-please-pray-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-6743224862073950209</id><published>2008-03-07T17:37:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T17:40:11.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MRI</title><content type='html'>Good news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no torn ligaments or tendons.  I just have a slight fissure in some cartilage and when I climb stairs my thigh bone rubs underneath my knee cap.  It's partly because I climb stairs at work and partly because I'm tall.  Not much I can do about being tall!  The doctor recommended that I keep doing my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;exercises&lt;/span&gt; and stay away from stairs.  Guess I'll have to deal for just awhile longer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for praying!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31210644-6743224862073950209?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/6743224862073950209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=6743224862073950209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/6743224862073950209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/6743224862073950209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2008/03/mri.html' title='MRI'/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-6844193852890652249</id><published>2008-03-06T17:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T17:35:37.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Information about Brazil...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.travelotica.com/travelguide/36/brazil/index.htm"&gt;http://www.travelotica.com/travelguide/36/brazil/index.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31210644-6844193852890652249?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/6844193852890652249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=6844193852890652249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/6844193852890652249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/6844193852890652249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2008/03/information-about-brazil.html' title=''/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-2793757995441839613</id><published>2008-03-05T00:15:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T00:23:29.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick update...</title><content type='html'>I just tried to post something and now I've lost it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to go to Brazil in January 2009 with Latin America Mission.  I'm in the process of being accepted.  I'll be in language school for about a year and then working with an organization called Valley of Blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On March 31st until April 7th I'll be in Brazil.  I'm going to do an exploratory trip to visit the language school and the ministry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray that I'll get all the details worked out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working through a VISA application and trying to figure out which shots I'll need.  I have an appointment with my doctor on Thursday reguarding my MRI and I'll ask him about immunization.  I also need an International Immunization Card.  So I have to figure out which province I can get that from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray that I can trust God with the finances and not panic.  I'm not sleeping through the night, but God is sustaining me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for not keeping better in touch.  I will update more about orientation when it isn't almost 12:30am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31210644-2793757995441839613?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/2793757995441839613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=2793757995441839613&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/2793757995441839613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/2793757995441839613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2008/03/quick-update.html' title='Quick update...'/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-3986720800934616395</id><published>2008-01-22T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T05:03:19.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's what's been going on recently...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customs was interesting.  He wasn't happy with my answer as an orientation or conference.  When I was flipping through my folder to get the letter out from Lam Canada, he told me to just answer the question.  I know he was just doing his job, but it was really intimidating and I don't like being judged.  For some reason he was happy with what I gave him (I don't remember what it was) and I did make it clear through my answers that I was not getting paid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went through customs in Toronto.  So it was nice to have that off my mind for the flight to Miami.  Besides the flight attendents, I felt like the youngest person on the flight!  The rest were seniors and retirees.  And two young families!  Florida is the place for snow birds and cruises!  My seat was in the fire exit aisle and I was so excited.  Then the flight attendant asked me if I wouldn't mind switching with a tall gentlemen!  I said yes, but was disappointed...I'm tall too!  But when I saw him standing, he had to be at least 6'6!  He commented that I was tall, and I said he was taller.  His wife bought me a drink and so not to be rude, I traded it in for food...$6 worth...Air Canada sure knows how to make money!  There were personal tv's for each seat with choices of movies and news and tv shows to watch.  It made the flights seem shorter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got to Miami, Kiki took me out for dinner for Cuban food.  It was good!  Another orientee was there and Kiki's mother.  Kiki is the mobilizer.  I was exhausted and having trouble taking it all in.  We drove around for a bit and were shown some sites, then we went to Kiki's house.  We chatted a bit and despite the 2 hour time difference, I went to bed at 11pm eastern! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We slept in until 9am and then went for Cuban coffee...it's like a shot of espresso...yummy.  Then toured around to different places.  Miami seems to be rich in Cuban/Latino culture.  But many of the trees are fairly young since hurracaine Andrew destroyed a lot.  Kiki's Mom was driving us around.  It was nice to be a tourist and be able to ask questions and see things.  Even though it was quite windy it's still warmer than Calgary!  Even at 9pm it's warm!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning we start at 8am, but breakfast is at the hotel earlier than that.  The office is about a 5 min. walk from the hotel so I don't think it'll be too rushed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31210644-3986720800934616395?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/3986720800934616395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=3986720800934616395&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/3986720800934616395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/3986720800934616395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2008/01/heres-whats-been-going-on-recently.html' title=''/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-3797985596452656880</id><published>2008-01-17T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T21:21:29.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No VISA needed!  Thanks for praying;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31210644-3797985596452656880?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/3797985596452656880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=3797985596452656880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/3797985596452656880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/3797985596452656880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2008/01/no-visa-needed-thanks-for-praying.html' title=''/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-419605620898921681</id><published>2008-01-16T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T21:30:50.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you remember, I could use some prayers tomorrow morning at 7am.  I may have to get a US VISA and I don't know what it all entails.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31210644-419605620898921681?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/419605620898921681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=419605620898921681&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/419605620898921681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/419605620898921681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2008/01/if-you-remember-i-could-use-some.html' title=''/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-7591084193122983570</id><published>2008-01-13T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T10:28:25.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tEB3yQ0kHHY/R4pKJkUSLgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eviRFmU-z4Y/s1600-h/DSCN0844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155014251706985986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tEB3yQ0kHHY/R4pKJkUSLgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eviRFmU-z4Y/s320/DSCN0844.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;January 12, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone was able to make some wonderful memories this Christmas season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I wasn't able to go home, I was invited into other people’s families. I had a Polish Christmas Eve dinner and a good old Canadian Christmas Day turkey dinner. I spent time with roommates opening presents and stockings, eating and building a gingerbread train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that the store hours are back to normal (yay!), I can wind down and focus on orientation in Miami in 8 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank you for continuing to pray and support me as I move towards my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to cancel my MRI appointment (again), but I was praying and asking God to give me a date in February. I was talking to my doctor's office January 3rd and my MRI is on February 21st at 9pm! I don't even have to miss work and it's at Foothills hospital which is close to home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On January 2nd I bought US Dollars and again started to worry about finances. My mom called that night and told me to sit down. I could tell by her voice she had good news. On her table she had a cheque from church (the church I grew up in) for a generous amount made out to me. She was told that the cheque was to help with expenses. Talk about God's perfect timing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I am human and worrying is a human characteristic. But I take it too the extreme and worry to the point that I don't sleep. Please pray that I will continually lay my worries at God's feet and let Him worry about it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday I finished my application and sent it off on Tuesday. It feels good to finally have it finished. And although I was challenged, I feel like I know myself better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God fill your hearts in 2008 with JOY and PEACE for Him and for the life that He's given you. He LOVES you, you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie Clausen &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31210644-7591084193122983570?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/7591084193122983570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=7591084193122983570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/7591084193122983570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/7591084193122983570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2008/01/january-12-2008-happy-new-year-i-hope.html' title=''/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tEB3yQ0kHHY/R4pKJkUSLgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eviRFmU-z4Y/s72-c/DSCN0844.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-3707567267409819444</id><published>2008-01-03T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T10:23:02.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tEB3yQ0kHHY/R30Yj0USLeI/AAAAAAAAAAs/hHSFcJ7dVdg/s1600-h/DSCN0844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151300552399924706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="278" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tEB3yQ0kHHY/R30Yj0USLeI/AAAAAAAAAAs/hHSFcJ7dVdg/s320/DSCN0844.JPG" width="196" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEB3yQ0kHHY/R30YkUUSLfI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pzTlb05fNA0/s1600-h/DSCN0835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151300560989859314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="200" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEB3yQ0kHHY/R30YkUUSLfI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pzTlb05fNA0/s320/DSCN0835.JPG" width="287" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy New Year! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope everyone was able to make some wonderful memories this Christmas season. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though I wasn't able to go home, I was invited into other peoples families. I had a Polish Christmas Eve dinner and a good old Canadian Christmas Day turkey dinner. I spent time with roommates opening presents and stockings, eating and building a gingerbread train. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that the store hours are back to normal (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;!), I can wind down and focus on orientation in Miami in 18 days! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to thank you for continuing to pray and support me as I move towards my dreams. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to cancel my MRI appointment (again), but last week I was praying and asking God to give me a date in February. I was talking to my doctor's office today and my MRI is on February 21st at 9pm! I don't even have to miss work and it's at Foothills hospital which is close to home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I bought US Dollars and again started to worry about finances. My mom called last night and told me to sit down. I could tell by her voice she had good news. On her table she had a cheque from my parents church (the church I grew up in) for $500 made out to me. All the board told her was that the cheque was to help with expenses. If it was a donation to LAM, my name can't appear anywhere on the cheque. Talk about God's perfect timing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that I am human and worrying is a human characteristic. But I take it too the extreme and worry to the point that I don't sleep. Please pray that I will continually lay my worries at God's feet and let Him worry about it for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm almost finished my application but am quite frustrated over one section - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;doctrinals&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Doctinals&lt;/span&gt; are what I believe. Should be easy right? I struggled with theology in college and I'm struggling with this too. Pray that I'll be able to think clearly, ignore Satan as he tries to bring me down and just write.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;May God fill your hearts in 2008 with JOY and PEACE for Him and for the life that He's given you. He LOVES you, you know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blessings,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Julie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31210644-3707567267409819444?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/3707567267409819444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=3707567267409819444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/3707567267409819444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/3707567267409819444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2008/01/gods-blessings.html' title='God&apos;s Blessings'/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tEB3yQ0kHHY/R30Yj0USLeI/AAAAAAAAAAs/hHSFcJ7dVdg/s72-c/DSCN0844.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-5180688586116247532</id><published>2007-12-29T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T12:35:10.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"A shoot will come up from the stump of Jesse; from his roots a Branch will bear fruit.  The Spirit of the Lord will rest on him - the Spirit of wisdom and of understanding, the Spirit of counsel and of power, the Spirit of knowledge and of the fear of the Lord - and he will delight in the fear of the Lord.  he will not judge by what he sees with his eyes, or decide by what he hears will his ears; but with righteousness he will judge the needy, with justice he will give decisions for the poor of the earth.  He will strike the earth with the rod of his mouth; with the breath of his lips he will slay the wicked.  Righteouness will be his belt and faithfuness the sash around his waist."  Isaiah 11:1-5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Surely God is my Salvation; I will trust and not be afraid.  The Lord, the Lord, is my strength and my song; he has become my salvation.  With joy you will draw water from the wells of salvation."  Isaiah 12:2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Give thanks to the Lord, call on his name; make known among the nations what he has done, and proclaim that his name is exalted.  Sing to the Lord, for he has done glorious things; let this be known to all the world.  Shout aloud and sing for joy, people of Zion, for great is the Holy One of Israel among you."  Isaiah 12:4-6&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31210644-5180688586116247532?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/5180688586116247532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=5180688586116247532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/5180688586116247532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/5180688586116247532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2007/12/shoot-will-come-up-from-stump-of-jesse.html' title=''/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-6228021802040924852</id><published>2007-12-04T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T22:12:35.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dear Family and Friends,            &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;                                                                                       &lt;br /&gt;     From June 2000 to August 2001, I served God in Mexico City with Latin America Mission as a short term missionary.  For the past six years, I have been praying that God would allow me to return to Latin America.   God has blessed me with being released from debt, therefore allowing me to apply with Latin America Mission (LAM) for full time missionary service.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     One Sunday, my pastor challenged us to think about what our ideal situation in life would be.  Some say to live comfortably, without debt or to have financial security, to be at the top of the company, or to have good health.  My ideal life – working with horses to reach out to at risk kids and teens in Latin America.  Yes, it’ll be difficult, strenuous and challenging.  But it’ll also be rewarding when that one child sees that they are worth something and that God loves them and they can trust again.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;     LAM has invited me to attend their ten day orientation in Miami, Florida from January 21st through the 31st.  At the orientation I will learn about LAM’s history, vision for the future, their approach to ministry and the nuts-and-bolts of service with LAM.  If you are interested in learning more about LAM, check out their website: &lt;a href="http://www.lam.org/"&gt;www.lam.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;     I am asking my family and friends to partner and support me through prayer (I could NEVER do this without prayer) and financial contributions.  The total cost is $2200.00.  This amount includes my orientation fee, airfare, accommodation, and meal expenses.  If you would like to contribute financially towards my trip, you can send a cheque to the Latin America Mission at the address below and receive a tax receipt for your donation.  On a separate note (post-it notes work well) please write &lt;strong&gt;Clausen/LAM USA orientation.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Latin America Mission (Canada) Inc.&lt;br /&gt;3075 Ridgeway Drive, Unit 14&lt;br /&gt;Mississauga, ON  L5L 5M6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Please pray for continued guidance and wisdom.  As the busy retail Christmas season is here, pray for continued health and alertness.  On January 17th I have an appointment for an MRI on my left knee.  Pray that everything will go smoothly and the results positive.  During the orientation in Miami, pray for health, safety and vision.  Please also pray that I will benefit and learn from the orientation and all that unfolds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If you have any questions, please post a message and I'll get back to you.  Thanks so much in advance for your prayers and giving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31210644-6228021802040924852?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/6228021802040924852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=6228021802040924852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/6228021802040924852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/6228021802040924852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2007/12/dear-family-and-friends-from-june-2000.html' title=''/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-3157529238211163464</id><published>2007-12-03T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T09:18:00.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trusting God</title><content type='html'>I haven't written recently because I don't know what to write. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have booked my flight to Miami, but now I need a passport.  I've printed out the online version, but it didn't work properly and now when I go to bring up the online version, there are technical difficulties and it doesn't load.  I'm trying not to panic, but it takes three weeks to process a passport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I will hear today whether or not I can begin raising funds through LAM's Canadian office for orientation in Miami.  I'm trying to be patient, but I'm wearing down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, around three weeks ago, I ask God to help me to be patient.  God helps me to be patient by giving me reasons TO be patient.  Too bad patience isn't a one time learning experience...it's something we ALL need to work on time and time again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also having trouble with Christmas.  Since I work in retail it seems to come from all directions!  I want to participate in the birth of Christ part, but the materialism surrounding it is too much to take.  I want to bless people, but that's hard to do on a tight budget. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for sanity as I work in this crazy industry during Christmas.  Also that I will be able to focus and just take one day at a time and not panic or look too far ahead.  God will only give me as much as I can handle, pray that I will continue to trust Him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray that I can focus on Jesus this season.  That when I sing Christmas carols, that I don't just sing them, but I relfect on what I'm singing and love God even more for bring Jesus into this crazy, mixed up world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31210644-3157529238211163464?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/3157529238211163464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=3157529238211163464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/3157529238211163464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/3157529238211163464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2007/12/trusting-god.html' title='Trusting God'/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-3281423104253071291</id><published>2007-11-16T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T22:11:10.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going!</title><content type='html'>Guess what?  I'm going to Miami in January for Latin America Missions orientation!  I can't believe that the ball is finally rolling.  My manager okayed the leave of absence and said that she would do anything for me.  Why did I spend my whole shift today worried about what would happen?  Satan must've had a field day with me today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked for patience and God has given me PLENTY of opportunity to practice it:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I have to see if I can go on a wait list for my MRI, finish my passport appy, and get organizing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for diligence and focus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31210644-3281423104253071291?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/3281423104253071291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=3281423104253071291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/3281423104253071291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/3281423104253071291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-going.html' title='I&apos;m going!'/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-2148203090890483644</id><published>2007-11-15T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T07:52:57.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions</title><content type='html'>Last night at around 2:30am I realized that on January 22 I have an MRI appointment.  Right at the beginning of orientation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to decide (and soon) if I really need to MRI or do I have enough faith to believe my doctor when he says that I don't really need one.  I don't want to mess with my knee.  If something is wrong, I would like to have it dealt with BEFORE I leave Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is another orientation in June, but then I wouldn't be leaving in the summer (pr0vided I have all my support raised). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, what are you trying to teach me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31210644-2148203090890483644?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/2148203090890483644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=2148203090890483644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/2148203090890483644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/2148203090890483644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2007/11/decisions.html' title='Decisions'/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-7897424373962811277</id><published>2007-11-14T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T14:30:49.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Carina, who are you?  Thanks for your encouraging messages!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31210644-7897424373962811277?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/7897424373962811277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=7897424373962811277&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/7897424373962811277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/7897424373962811277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2007/11/carina-who-are-you-thanks-for-your.html' title=''/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-4718556632798374521</id><published>2007-11-14T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T14:02:11.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The road to latin america</title><content type='html'>I finally stepped up and sent in my resume and a picture of myself to Latin America Mission. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Guess what???!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recieved an invitiation to attend Canditate Orientation from January 21-31 in Miami!  Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, please pray with me as tomorrow I am planning to approach my manager to ask for a leave of absence.  January is the busiest time for retail.  BUT if this is something that God really wants me to do, I shouldn't have a problem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for confidence and clarity.  And that my words would be God's words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been crying tears of JOY all day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31210644-4718556632798374521?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/4718556632798374521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=4718556632798374521&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/4718556632798374521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/4718556632798374521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2007/11/road-to-latin-america.html' title='The road to latin america'/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-5289528589306175995</id><published>2007-11-05T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T08:08:01.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stepping Out...</title><content type='html'>Well I FINALLY filled out the preliminary application for Latin America Mission to work with at risk kids.  I am learning about myself as I go.  I knew I was a procrastinator...but not this bad!  I need to send in my resume and a picture of myself...why is it so hard to find time to take a two second picture? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, this process has helped me to focus and get some much needed medical things done...physio on my knee, vision stuff and dental...I keep putting my trip to the dentist off...I hate the dentist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray that I can become more focused and diligent as the process will only go as fast as I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31210644-5289528589306175995?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/5289528589306175995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=5289528589306175995&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/5289528589306175995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/5289528589306175995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2007/11/stepping-out.html' title='Stepping Out...'/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-1458488450617668686</id><published>2007-03-24T19:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T19:57:36.353-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow, I can relate!</title><content type='html'>You know you're in a Chrisitan University when...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the naked statues in your history book have shorts drawn in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conversation stops mid-sentence for everyone to pray at dinner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when professors take prayer requests before class starts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people discuss and argue the Bible in their spare time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your ID card gets scanned on the way into chapel....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;students get together just to pray...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the school doesn't recognize Halloween, but professors host a bonfire that night so you can dress up, have fun, and the professors know where you are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"co-ed" dorms means one floor is all guys and another is all girls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a "late night" usually includes board/card games, a trip to wal-mart, pizza, and at least three cameras...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you have to have your Christmas Banquet dresses approved to make sure not to much skin is showing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you start singing and quoting Veggie Tales and others join in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can't study with other girls without discussing wedding plans...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people gossip in the name of Jesus, attempting to pass it off as prayer requests...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the targets of your jokes are other denomiations...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ring by Spring. Enough said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you put others Christian colleges down--not because you are in rivalry with them, but you laugh at their dumb rules, and then realize you have them too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ping pong, ultimate frisbee, and fooseball are the varsity sports...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people gasp in horror at the thought of seeing an R rated movie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one has illegally... or legally... drank...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone says "THANK GOD!" and everyone says "Amen"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Open dorms" becomes the most scandalous day of the year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rebellion means watching Braveheart with your door closed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rumors/information about dating gets across campus faster than you can walk across it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31210644-1458488450617668686?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/1458488450617668686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=1458488450617668686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/1458488450617668686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/1458488450617668686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2007/03/wow-i-can-relate.html' title='Wow, I can relate!'/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-4526371627155220384</id><published>2007-03-23T10:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T10:27:57.933-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Proverbs 3:1-6</title><content type='html'>"My son, do not forget my teaching,&lt;br /&gt;but keep my commands in your heart,&lt;br /&gt;for they will prolong your life many years&lt;br /&gt;and bring you prosperity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let love and faithfulness never leave you;&lt;br /&gt;bind them around your neck,&lt;br /&gt;write them on the tablet of your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Then you will win favor and a good name&lt;br /&gt;in the sight of God and man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust in the Lord with all your heart&lt;br /&gt;and lean not on your own understanding;&lt;br /&gt;in all your ways acknowledge him,&lt;br /&gt;and he will make your paths straight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 3:1-6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 3:3,4:&lt;br /&gt;I was encouraged by these two verses.  No, I'm not necessarily trying to 'win favor' from those around me, but maybe respect?  I know that we should only be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;conerned&lt;/span&gt; with what God thinks of us, but shouldn't my manager be able to respect my integrity and trust me?  But what I am learning in Proverbs is that I need to be very careful whom I am faithful to.  Wisdom or folly?  Can I discern between the two or will I figure out which is which when it's too late?  Verses 5 and 6 help make sense of my last question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your paths straight." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading in my Bible that "acknowledge him" is not just deciding and recognizing that God is God, but living my life by knowing God and living closely with him.  I need to relate to God in all aspects of my life, not just the ones in which I choose.  When I constantly keep GOD at the center of my life, I can EASILY trust in him and lean on him for his understanding.  Maybe I should make myself clear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I put God at the center of my life, I know that he is in control and that makes it easier to trust him.  The situations he tosses at me to grow and challenge me may not always be easier (in fact, I don't think they are ever easy), but at least I know that I can trust in a God who can bring me through these situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when God is the center of my life, when I fully trust him in all aspects of my life, I know exactly which is wisdom and which is folly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31210644-4526371627155220384?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/4526371627155220384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=4526371627155220384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/4526371627155220384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/4526371627155220384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2007/03/proverbs-31-6.html' title='Proverbs 3:1-6'/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-4048154237238635394</id><published>2007-03-02T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T11:53:00.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise God!</title><content type='html'>God and my parents have blessed me with being debt free!  Praise God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31210644-4048154237238635394?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/4048154237238635394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=4048154237238635394&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/4048154237238635394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/4048154237238635394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2007/03/praise-god.html' title='Praise God!'/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-7274092730907793311</id><published>2007-02-21T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T17:52:55.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Know You're From Richmond When...</title><content type='html'>I got this from the Facebook, You know you're from Richmond when...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. there are more places to buy bubble tea than a cup of coffee!&lt;br /&gt;2. when snowy roads in richmond are worse than iraq conditions (thank you, jared)&lt;br /&gt;3. people ask if you speak chinese&lt;br /&gt;4. you know that east richmond is brown, west richmond is rich/asian, and there is no north or south&lt;br /&gt;5. more sushi places than mcdonalds&lt;br /&gt;6. when there are more bmw's and benz's in sight than caucasians. dont think its racist...more like the truth!&lt;br /&gt;7. You know No. 3 Road as the "Ho Chi Minh Trail"&lt;br /&gt;8. You know that Steveston Highway has only half the speed limit of a real highway.&lt;br /&gt;9. you see one white person for every 50 non-white people (i dont think thats racist)&lt;br /&gt;10. there is absolutely nothing to do unless you want to shop at a mall where no signs are in english&lt;br /&gt;11. you can be entertained for hours sitting in a parking lot and counting the accidents&lt;br /&gt;12. when someone from out of town says "no way that person just did that" as they crossed 3 lanes to turn right instead of left and all you can say is "ive seen worse"&lt;br /&gt;13. A weekend consists of trying to find a party, if not you end up drinking with a small group, going to BP, and heading to bed early.&lt;br /&gt;14. you avoid # 4road because its too bumpy and will ruin your car because it is most likely lowered&lt;br /&gt;15. you know someone, that knows someone you know, that knows someone else you know...........that knows you&lt;br /&gt;16. When you're surprised when your car starts to roll faster when going down a hill because you've never gone down one.&lt;br /&gt;17. you've most likely dated someone you know's ex&lt;br /&gt;18. you probably know me (tahnee), or someone who knows me.&lt;br /&gt;19. HAHA BEST ONE!! : when you have had driving lessons done by Bill from Trinity! (love this one)&lt;br /&gt;20. Tim Horton's on No.3rd and Cambie has Chinese Translation on the Menu Board&lt;br /&gt;21. when you tell people you are from richmond and they look at you with a confused look and say "...but you are white?"&lt;br /&gt;22. you know that ryan styles has a home in steveston and colin mocherie also used to go to school here.&lt;br /&gt;23. There's no point checking translink's website: Richmond busses come whenever the (beep) they want&lt;br /&gt;24.You call your hometown "Ditchmond" yet jump to defend it whenever Vancouver or Burnaby kids start talking (beep)&lt;br /&gt;25. You know that as the road numbers get bigger, so do your chances of getting stabbed&lt;br /&gt;26.The sharp smell of cow manure in the morning no longer has you thinking that a sadistic farmer went crazy and blew up a bunch of cows. It's just the norm!&lt;br /&gt;27. You know that Michael J Fox and Ryan Reynolds are both from Richmond, and that Ryan Reynolds attended Kwantlen for a bit. Actually maybe you didn't-but hey, now you know.&lt;br /&gt;28. when you don't know that part of your city is called the golden village on richmond tourism brochures. however, once you find out that it is, you know exactly what area of richmond is being referred to&lt;br /&gt;.29. you actually get offended by the truly terrible quality of sushi and sashimi found in any other city in BC, Canada, and North America&lt;br /&gt;30. you've lived in richmond most your life, but you can count the number of times youve gone to landsowne mall with your fingers&lt;br /&gt;31. youve seriously considered ticking the "member of a visible minority" box of numerous application forms...even though youre a caucassian male&lt;br /&gt;32.even though theres three local ski mountains, you only ever go to one, because last time you went to the second it sucked, and you never even considered, ever, of going to the third&lt;br /&gt;33.even though you live in canada, so called "land of ice and snow"...you helplessley acknowledge that ten cm of snow will effectively shut down vancouver.... for a week&lt;br /&gt;34. We have no basements and understand the concept of "play rooms or games rooms"&lt;br /&gt;35. Club blox now capital is something we all know about but will never ever go to&lt;br /&gt;36. you had a picture with asian santa at RC.&lt;br /&gt;37. when people use umbrellas, wear sun visors, and drive with gloves on, regardless of the weather.&lt;br /&gt;38. you know ur from richmond when u know what a screamer is&lt;br /&gt;39. you know ur from richmond when the only reason u go to lansdowne is for taco luis!!!&lt;br /&gt;40. when french is no longer considered a second language, more a 4th or 5th&lt;br /&gt;41.You have an earthquake buddy in Vancouver because you need a place to stay when the Big One hits and sinks Richmond like the Titanic.&lt;br /&gt;42. Your biggest tourist attraction, Entertainment Boulevard, is in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by farms.&lt;br /&gt;43.You know you can find every single religion represented on No. 5 Road.&lt;br /&gt;44.You know what the dyke is - and it's not a derogatory term.&lt;br /&gt;45.You've blazed at Alien Landing/Gary Point Park&lt;br /&gt;.46.You know that Queensborough is not part of Richmond - neither is Delta/Tssawwassen.&lt;br /&gt;44. you've been hammared out of your mind in steveston, at least twice.&lt;br /&gt;45. you know a drug dealer, or two.&lt;br /&gt;46. When your parents ask you want you want for dinner - you say you feel like eating "white" food.&lt;br /&gt;47.You've eaten at Danny's - even though it's a convenience store.&lt;br /&gt;48. You've eaten dim sum for breakfast, lunch and dinner.&lt;br /&gt;49. when celebrities come to your city and throw laptops at old ladies (haha Denise Richards)&lt;br /&gt;50. when you've been stuck in traffic for a couple hours cause there was another accident in the tunnel&lt;br /&gt;51. you have a store called Rice World&lt;br /&gt;52. you have full-serve gas stations&lt;br /&gt;53. when during christmas you drive along blundell just to see the house with the lights...you all know which house i'm talking about&lt;br /&gt;54. you have gone to the nature park thinking it would be a fun time, and left being really disappointed you didn't see anything larger than a duck.&lt;br /&gt;55.you've been stuck behind a tractor on a oneway street&lt;br /&gt;56. you have passed that large lot of land by garden city and westminster highway, and wonder, why haven't they done anything to it&lt;br /&gt;57. it takes you half an hour to drive the 3 rd stretch, no matter what direction, or time of day&lt;br /&gt;58.you know what was there before the giant casino "riverrock" was built&lt;br /&gt;59. you know where the only drivethrough starbucks is&lt;br /&gt;60.the posted speed limit is 50 but the mercedes beside you is doing 80 and you speed up because you know the cops will ticket him before he tickets you&lt;br /&gt;61. you know the things you see in the fast and the furious really happen, or you know someone who supes up their car to street race, and then you laugh at them&lt;br /&gt;62. you have a pitiful excuse for a beach&lt;br /&gt;63. you or someone you know works/has worked at silvercity riverport. (haha yes..so true..i worked there for 2 years)&lt;br /&gt;64.you've had an elementary school sub. called Mr. Richmond&lt;br /&gt;65.you're confused when first hearing of the concept of filling up your own gas at a self-serve gas station&lt;br /&gt;66. you get so freaking excited when you find out the most amazing band HEDLEY is in town for a free concert (this might only apply to me :S)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31210644-7274092730907793311?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/7274092730907793311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=7274092730907793311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/7274092730907793311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/7274092730907793311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2007/02/you-know-youre-from-richmond-when.html' title='You Know You&apos;re From Richmond When...'/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-116950045936520487</id><published>2007-01-22T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T14:14:19.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"He makes e to lie down in green pastures."  Psalm 23:2, NKJV</title><content type='html'>Here are some meaningful excerpts from the book I'm reading, Traveling Light, by Max Lucado.&lt;br /&gt;The chapter I'm quoting from is, I Will Give You Rest, pages 37-43.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     "Only one other living creature has as much trouble resting as we do.  These creatures are woolly, simpleminded, and slow.  No, not husbands on Saturday-sheep!  Sheep can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;     For sheep to sleep, everything must be just right.  No predators.  No tension in the flock.  No bugs in the air.  No hunger in the belly.  Everything has to be just so. &lt;br /&gt;     Unfortunately, sheep cannot find safe pasture, nor can they spray insecticide, deal with the frictions, or find food.  They need help.  They need a shepherd to 'lead them' and help them 'lie down in green pastures.'  Without a shepherd, they can't rest. &lt;br /&gt;     Without a shepherd, neither can we.&lt;br /&gt;     In the second verse of the Twenty-third Psalm David the poet become David the artist.  His quill becomes a brush, his parchment a canvas, and his words paint a picture.  A flock of sheep on folded legs, encircling a shepherd.  Bellies nestled deep in the long shoots of gass.  A still pond on one side, the watching shepherd on the other.  "He makes me to lie down in green pastures; He leads me beside the still waters" (Ps. 23:2 NKJV).&lt;br /&gt;     Note the two pronouns preceding the two verbs.  &lt;em&gt;He &lt;/em&gt;makes me....&lt;em&gt;He&lt;/em&gt; leads me...&lt;br /&gt;    Who is the active one?  Who is in charge?  The shepherd.  The shepherd selects the trail and prepares the pasture.  The sheep's job-our job-is to watch the shepherd.  With our eyes on our Shepherd, we'll be able to get some sleep.  "You will keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on You" (Isa. 26:3 NKJV).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     We see the waves of the water rather than the Savior walking through them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Change your focus and relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Life can get so loud we forget to shut it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     God's message is plain:  "If creation didn't crash when i rested, it won't crash when you do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Repeat these words after me:  It is not my job to run the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     A century  ago Charles Spurgeon gave this advice to his preaching students:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even beasts of burden must be turned out to grass occasionally; the very sea pauses at ebb and flood; earth keeps the Sabbath of the wintry months; and man, even when exalted to God's ambassador, must rest or faint, must trim his lamp or let it burn low; must recruit his vigor or grow prematurely old...In the long run we shall do more by sometimes doing less.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;...for you to be healthy, you must rest.  Slow down, and God will heal you.  He will bring rest to your mind, to your body, and most of all to your soul.  He will lead you to green pastures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;     Green pastures were not the natural terrain of Judea.  The hills around Bethlehem where David kept his flock were not lush and green.  Even today they are white and parched.  Any green pasture in Judea is the work of some shepherd.  He has cleared the rough, rocky land.  Stumps have been torn out, and brush has been burned.  Irrigation.  Cultivation.  Such are the work of a shepherd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;     Hence, when David says, "He makes me to lie down in green pastures," he is saying, "My shepherd makes me lie down in his finished work."  With his own pierced hands, Jesus created a pasture for the soul.  He tore out the thorny underbrush of condemnation.  He pried loose the huge boulders of sin.  In their place he planted seeds of grace and dug ponds of mercy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;     And he invites us to rest there.  Can you imagine the satisfaction in the heart of the shepherd when, with work completed, he sees his sheep rest in the tender grass?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;     Can you imagine the satisfaction in the heart of God when we do the same?  His pasture is his gift to you.  This is not a pasture that you have made.  Nor is it a pasture that you deserve.  It is a gift of God.  "For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith-and this not from yourselves, it is the gift of God" (Eph. 2:8 NIV).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;     In a world rocky with human failure, there is a land lush with divine mercy.  Your Shepherd invites you there.  He wants you to lie down.  Nestle deeply until you are hidden, buried, in the tall shoots of his love, and there you will find rest."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31210644-116950045936520487?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/116950045936520487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=116950045936520487&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/116950045936520487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/116950045936520487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2007/01/he-makes-e-to-lie-down-in-green.html' title='&quot;He makes e to lie down in green pastures.&quot;  Psalm 23:2, NKJV'/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-116881110746923462</id><published>2007-01-14T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T14:45:07.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Colossians 4:2-6</title><content type='html'>"Devote yourselves to prayer, being watchful and thankful and pray for us, too, that God may open a door for our message, so that we may proclaim the mystery of Christ, for which I am in chains.  Pray that I may proclaim it clearly as I should.  Be wise in the way you act toward outsiders; make the most of every opportunity.  Let your conversation be always full of grace, seasoned with salkt, so that you may know how to answer everyone."    Colossians 4:2-6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am commanded to devote myself to prayer, yet I don't.  Why, when my manager tells me to do something, I'm right on it, but when God, who's much more improtant than my manager tells me to do something, I ignore him?  Is it because I'm relying too much on grace?  Do I turn a blind eye to God's discipline?  Or do I just not care?  Everything would flow better if I obeyed God and gave all to him, yet I always try to handle life on my own - what a waste of time and energy and unwanted stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I am not always wise in the way I act towards outsiders, I'm not always careful and sometimes I don't even care.  That's scary for me to admit.  Not caring can lead to selfishness - even more scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I let my conversation be always full of grace and seasoned with salt?  Oh right, give all my words to God - don't try to do things on my own, without God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be more like Jesus, my Shepherd, my Father.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31210644-116881110746923462?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/116881110746923462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=116881110746923462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/116881110746923462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/116881110746923462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2007/01/colossians-42-6.html' title='Colossians 4:2-6'/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-116811461424335135</id><published>2007-01-06T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T07:32:07.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simon Birch</title><content type='html'>Wow, what an amazing movie!  It teaches a good lesson, well many lessons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*a 12 year old boy, born with a birth defect (the size of a toddler), into a home where his parents could care less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Simons' best friend, Joe, is also an outcast, born to a single mother, he doesn't know who his father is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Simon speaks out to what he knows is true and gets flack for it...other's believe it's because of his disability, but if he was a normal child, no one would care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Simon believes that one day he will be a hero, and that his life has a purpose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*everyone else thinks he's crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*so, this movie teaches that just because one is small and appears unable to accomplish his dreams/beliefs, anything is possible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about life, death and everything inbetween.  Our actions may lead to many different things, but even though the outcomes may seem unintentional, God has a hand in everything.  Go watch Simon Birch, but have some kleenex handy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31210644-116811461424335135?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/116811461424335135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=116811461424335135&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/116811461424335135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/116811461424335135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2007/01/simon-birch.html' title='Simon Birch'/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-116569403039491764</id><published>2006-12-09T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T23:03:08.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff I'm Learning...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2802/3366/1600/642064/Picture%20133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2802/3366/320/969423/Picture%20133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning that I shouldn't be trying to please everyone around me, just God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning that if I don't like someone, in God's view, I'm murdering them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning that I can't do everything, unless God is involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning that I don't like being lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning that God is trying to teach me something right now and it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning to ask for help instead of trying to do everything myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning that my body needs a rest  (maybe I should take a hit from Gilmore!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning that I need a different job, yet a job that includes customer service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning that I need to come back to God and rely on Him ALL THE TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning that I can stand up to my landlord and that he and no one else has the right to intimidate me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31210644-116569403039491764?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/116569403039491764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=116569403039491764&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/116569403039491764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/116569403039491764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2006/12/stuff-im-learning.html' title='Stuff I&apos;m Learning...'/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-116511456258852351</id><published>2006-12-02T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T19:56:02.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 John 3:11-24 (a note)</title><content type='html'>The passage from my last post was taken from The Message.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31210644-116511456258852351?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/116511456258852351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=116511456258852351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/116511456258852351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/116511456258852351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2006/12/1-john-311-24-note.html' title='1 John 3:11-24 (a note)'/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-116511443273687242</id><published>2006-12-02T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T19:53:52.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 John 3:11-24</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2802/3366/1600/684060/Picture%20088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2802/3366/320/635793/Picture%20088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For this is the original message we heard: We should love each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We must not be like Cain, who joined the Evil One and then killed his brother. And why did he kill him? Because he was deep in the practice of evil, while the acts of his brother were righteous. So don't be surprised, friends, when the world hates you. This has been going on a long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The way we know we've been transferred from death to life is that we love our brothers and sisters. Anyone who doesn't love is as good as dead. Anyone who hates a brother or sister is a murderer, and you know very well that eternal life and murder don't go together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is how we've come to understand and experience love: Christ sacrificed his life for us. This is why we ought to live sacrificially for our fellow believers, and not just be out for ourselves. If you see some brother or sister in need and have the means to do something about it but turn a cold shoulder and do nothing, what happens to God's love? It disappears. And you made it disappear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My dear children, let's not just talk about love; let's practice real love. This is the only way we'll know we're living truly, living in God's reality. It's also the way to shut down debilitating self-criticism, even when there is something to it. For God is greater than our worried hearts and knows more about us than we do ourselves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And friends, once that's taken care of and we're no longer accusing or condemning ourselves, we're bold and free before God! We're able to stretch our hands our and receive what we asked for because we're doing what he said, doing what pleases him. Again, this is God's command: to believe in his personally named Son, Jesus Christ. He told us to love each other, in line with the original command. As we keep his commands, we live deeply and surely in him, and he lives in us. And this is how we experience his deep and abiding presence in us: by the Spirit he gave us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31210644-116511443273687242?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/116511443273687242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=116511443273687242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/116511443273687242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/116511443273687242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2006/12/1-john-311-24.html' title='1 John 3:11-24'/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-116486762302517244</id><published>2006-11-29T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T23:20:23.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's getting warmer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2802/3366/1600/484377/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2802/3366/320/163965/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of us at our work Christmas party...don't we look good?  It was fun, but don't try working an event the next morning...and no, I wasn't drinking! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting warmer, but I wonder what tomorrow will bring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31210644-116486762302517244?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/116486762302517244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=116486762302517244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/116486762302517244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/116486762302517244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-getting-warmer.html' title='It&apos;s getting warmer!'/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-116473425647852895</id><published>2006-11-28T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T10:17:36.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Windchill Warning...</title><content type='html'>After a day of cold temperatures, the weather people decide to post a windchill warning last night!  Yesterday I cosidered getting a taxi after work at night, but I wore this instead:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;footless tights&lt;br /&gt;socks&lt;br /&gt;leggings&lt;br /&gt;my work pants&lt;br /&gt;ski pants&lt;br /&gt;work shirt&lt;br /&gt;sweater&lt;br /&gt;sweatshirt&lt;br /&gt;fleece jacket&lt;br /&gt;wool coat&lt;br /&gt;sheepskin boots&lt;br /&gt;two pairs of mittens (i think i need to make an improvement...my hands were cold)&lt;br /&gt;touque (sp?)&lt;br /&gt;scarf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm sure I looked funny, but I was warm.  I was sure people at work would comment, but no one did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was probably around -38 with the windchill when I left work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now it's -28 with a -39 windchill and it's only 10:15am.  I don't start work until 1:15 and I'm done at 9:15.  But last night when I was waiting for the bus, an out of service one was sitting there so we could wait in it and stay warm.  Maybe tonight will be -40 with windchill when I leave work!!  What fun, what fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone else is warm, safe and dry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31210644-116473425647852895?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/116473425647852895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=116473425647852895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/116473425647852895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/116473425647852895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2006/11/windchill-warning.html' title='Windchill Warning...'/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-116465223726789510</id><published>2006-11-27T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T11:30:37.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't like renting!</title><content type='html'>So, what else can go wrong with this house?  Last night I stayed up until 3am waiting for someone from ATCO Gas to come and deal with the natural gas smell in the kitchen. I had to keep the window open and it was FREEZING!  When he finally came, there was no smell.  Now, there is a tap dripping from the inside in the basement.  It's -25 outside...hopefully it doesn't freeze and then explode.  I called the landlord and left a message, I really hope he does something about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's cold and I'm whimpy!  I guess it'll be a white Christmas though.  How did I survive four years in Regina? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now it's time to keep getting layered for work!!  I think I'm going to wear my ski pants today!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I realize that it's probably colder elsewhere.  And at least I have a roof over my  head.  If you think of it, please pray for the homeless in Calgary, there aren't enough shelters and someone died on the street a few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31210644-116465223726789510?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/116465223726789510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=116465223726789510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/116465223726789510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/116465223726789510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-dont-like-renting.html' title='I don&apos;t like renting!'/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-116239900620881592</id><published>2006-11-01T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T09:36:46.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“I pray also that the eyes of your heart may be enlightened in order that you may know the hope to which he has called you, the riches of his glorious inheritance in the saints,”- &lt;a title="Ephesians 1:18" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?version=31&amp;amp;search=Ephesians"&gt;Ephesians 1:18&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31210644-116239900620881592?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/116239900620881592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=116239900620881592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/116239900620881592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/116239900620881592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-pray-also-that-eyes-of-your-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-116215550448279411</id><published>2006-10-29T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T13:58:24.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"You Raise Me Up"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2802/3366/1600/DSCN0044.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2802/3366/320/DSCN0044.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;You Raise Me Up&lt;br /&gt;- Selah -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am down, and oh my soul, so weary, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;when troubles come and my heart burdened be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Then, I am still and wait here in the silence, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;until You come and sit awhile with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I am strong, when I am on Your shoulders. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;You raise me up to more than I can be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I am strong, when I am on Your shoulders. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;You raise me up to more than I can be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;There is no life, no life without its hunger, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;each restless heart beats so imperfectly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;But when You come and I am filled with wonder, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;sometimes, I think I glimpse eternity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I am strong, when I am on Your shoulders. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;You raise me up to more than I can be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;You raise me up, to more than I can be.&lt;br /&gt;&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/31210644-116215550448279411?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/116215550448279411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=116215550448279411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/116215550448279411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/116215550448279411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2006/10/you-raise-me-up.html' title='&quot;You Raise Me Up&quot;'/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-116111929881347941</id><published>2006-10-17T14:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T15:08:18.880-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Community</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm learing about community right now in my small group and in my training manual for small group leaders.  I wanted to share some quotes that I found interesting from my readings:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Community should be understood as the movement between persons to experience 'common' life...Community is about the interpersonal connections between two or more beings.  God exists in community.  Community inplies that persons with differences come together for a common life.  God also exists as different persons with a common, intimate and interconnected life.  God created human beings to be unique, separate and different, but also to have a common life... God is separarte and very different from humanity, but we learn in scripture that God's great creation desire is to be in community with humanity...Community is the reason for creation.  Community is the purpose for Jesus Christ, the Son God, being born, living among us, dying and being raised from the dead...Comuniity is the common life between God and humanity and small groups are the most visible and frequent form of this community" (Gareth Icenogle, &lt;em&gt;Biblial Foundations for&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Small Group Ministry,&lt;/em&gt; p. 10).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"God created and calls us to oneness.  When we pursue that, we move from a collection of players to a winning team; from instruments labeled woodwinds, strings, percussion, and brass to an orchestra that produces the sounds of music; from artist, coulour, shapes, canvass, paint, and subject to masterpiece.  No one would think to claim that the canvass, the intruments, or the positions were the sought-after end.  When we are together in community (harmoniously combined in oneness), we reflect our creator...Relating is at the heart of knowing God.  Relating is also at the heart of becoming the people of God.  Our faith journey is one we make together.  Community is the context for our growth, and it is a distinctively Christian concept" (Julie A. Gorman, &lt;em&gt;Community That Is&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Christian,&lt;/em&gt; p. 24).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Each one of us hides an awful secret.  Buried deep within every human soul throbs a muted pain that never goes away.  It is a lifelong yearning for that one love that will never be found, the languishing in our inner selves for an all-consuming intensity of intimacy that we know will never be fulfilled, a heart-need to surrender all that we are to a bond that will never fail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The silent churning at the core of our being is the tormenting need to know and to be know, understand and to be undertood, to possess and to be possesed, to belong unconditionally and forever without fear of loss, betrayal, or rejection...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Our mourning is for the closeness that was ours by right of creation..  Our grief is for the gift lost in the turmoil of rebellion.  And now, whenever there is hope, our hope is for paradise regained, for human destiny remade in the redemptive restoration of community, the only certainty of oneness for here and for eternity"  (Gilbert Bilezikian, &lt;em&gt;Community 101: Reclaiming the Local Church as Community of Oneness,&lt;/em&gt; pp. 15-16).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The following quote is from a non-Christian perspective:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Membership in groups is inevitable and ubiquitous.  All day long we interact first in one goup and then in another.  Our family life, our leisure time, our frienships and carerrs are filled with groups...We are born into a group called the family and we would not survive the first few years of our lives, the first few weeks, or even the first few minutes without membership in this group...Our personal indentity is derived from the way in which we are perceived and treated by other members of our groups.  We learn, work, worship, and plan in groups.  As humans we have an inherent social nature:  Our life is filled with groups from the moment of our birth to the moment of our death"  (David W. Johnson and Grank P. hohnson, &lt;em&gt;Joining Together: Group Theory and Group Skills,&lt;/em&gt; p 7).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So, what are your thoughts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31210644-116111929881347941?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/116111929881347941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=116111929881347941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/116111929881347941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/116111929881347941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2006/10/community.html' title='Community'/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-115850817309733864</id><published>2006-09-17T09:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T15:34:48.556-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Freezing in my basement...</title><content type='html'>Let me elaborate...our electricity bill was so high this month that now we are too cheap to turn the heat on.  I've learned from last year...just pile on the sweaters and blankets and socks and clothes in general.  I'm just wimpy...I prefer heat.  Blasting heat...warm heat...hot heat!! &lt;br /&gt;So, we are voluntarily freezing.  But I think it's supposed to warm up this week again. &lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Southern Alberta Bible Camp for an Axis retreat on the weekend.  Axis is the ministry at Center Street Church that I have been involved in for 2 years.  I'm looking forward to it...hopefully it'll be warmer for this wimpy coastal girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31210644-115850817309733864?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/115850817309733864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=115850817309733864&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/115850817309733864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/115850817309733864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2006/09/freezing-in-my-basement.html' title='Freezing in my basement...'/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-115812535692394812</id><published>2006-09-12T23:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T23:32:45.206-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Here are the pictures...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2802/3366/1600/DSCN0204.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2802/3366/320/DSCN0204.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2802/3366/1600/DSCN0196.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2802/3366/320/DSCN0196.0.jpg" 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/31210644-115812535692394812?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/115812535692394812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=115812535692394812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/115812535692394812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/115812535692394812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2006/09/here-are-pictures.html' title='Here are the pictures...'/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-115812496685919975</id><published>2006-09-12T22:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T23:22:46.873-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Stand Up, Stand Up"</title><content type='html'>On Sunday, I attended the "Masters" at Spruce Meadows.  For all you non-horse people, Spruce Meadows is a world class show jumping stable in Calgary, AB.  &lt;a href="http://www.sprucemeadows.com"&gt;www.sprucemeadows.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Masters is an international competition where professional riders come from North, Central and South America, and Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This competition is two rounds with a series of jumps that the rider must complete.  The first round must be completed within 76 seconds (about) and the second round, 65 seconds.  If the rider goes over the time allowed, he/she receives time faults.  Also, each fence that falls, the rider also receives 4 faults. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The goal...complete the first round with as little to no faults as possible to make it into the top 12.  Then complete the second round with no faults and the fastest time...your faults carry over from the previous round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prize...a chunk of money and a car! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the whole "Stand Up, Stand Up" thing.  Even though I used to ride, and I understand that it's a wealthy sport...nicknamed "The Sport of Kings", I always get caught off guard with the wealth.  To honor previous winners, we all stand up and clap and sing this cheesy song, "Stand Up, Stand Up" over and over again, for what seemed like 5 min!  (It was probably only 2 min!)  And, the ones that had money, seemed to be on a specialized tour of the course before the show began.  Imagine walking around a field in high heels...who knows what you'll step in when it comes to horses!!  Yet, a cool experience to have a detailed layed out course explained...maybe just for me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some pictures...sorry, I don't remember who the riders are!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31210644-115812496685919975?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/115812496685919975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=115812496685919975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/115812496685919975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/115812496685919975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2006/09/stand-up-stand-up.html' title='&quot;Stand Up, Stand Up&quot;'/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-115730141700282876</id><published>2006-09-03T10:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T21:27:01.970-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2802/3366/1600/DSCN0107.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2802/3366/400/DSCN0107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Just Like You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Jason Upton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I tried to walk on the water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;and found myself under the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;So with water up my nose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I felt your hand come close to save me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I've tried to cast out the demons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I've gone to the darkest of regions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;When fear has me shaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;You suddenly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Break in to save me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I desire to be like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Like any son or daughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I want to be like my father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I desire to be like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;You prmised to never &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;forsake me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;So I'll risk it all if&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;you'll make me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I Will Wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Jason Upton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I will wait for you Jesus, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;You're the sun in my horizon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;All my hopes in you Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;and I can see you now arising&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;There is a wall that stands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;in front of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;That I know I just can't climb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;But like an eagle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;you will carry me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Its just a matter of your time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Evil army's all around me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;another wall gets in my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;But I believe the word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;you promised me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;so I will wait another day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Though doubt may try to come in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;The disillusionment might try &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;to come in, I believe oh Lord,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;in the word that You promised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I believe it will not end,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I believe it will not go vain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I will wait for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I will wait for you, Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;You're the sun in my horizon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;All my hope's in you, Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;And I can see you now arising&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;God, help me to lean on You and trust you. It's so easy to lean on those around me when I'm drowning. I have doubts and fears about my future, but You know what I need. You give me all that I need. Help me to be more like You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&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/31210644-115730141700282876?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/115730141700282876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=115730141700282876&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/115730141700282876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/115730141700282876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2006/09/faith.html' title='Faith'/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-115723642847338634</id><published>2006-09-02T16:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T16:33:48.506-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Skunks and Lawns</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2802/3366/1600/skunk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2802/3366/320/skunk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night some of us were watching a movie when the stench of skunk permiated the whole house. It was like a skunk backed up to a window and let loose. How inconsiderate:) I could still smell it this morning...but I think the smell is gone now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, Merissa and I did yard work...she mowed the lawn for the first time...it was fun. We even trimmed the trees (so us tall ones can walk under them without ducking) and weed whipped. There was lots of laughing and sneezing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...instead of "Girls like guys with skills", what about "Guys like girls with skills...mowing skills, weed whacking skills, tree trimming skills, raking skills...! Yard work is fun and now it doesn't look so much like we live in the hood...just slightly. Maybe we should add a couch in our front yard!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31210644-115723642847338634?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/115723642847338634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=115723642847338634&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/115723642847338634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/115723642847338634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2006/09/skunks-and-lawns.html' title='Skunks and Lawns'/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-115718456343488148</id><published>2006-09-02T01:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T02:09:23.446-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Worship</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2802/3366/1600/DSCN0081_edited.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2802/3366/320/DSCN0081_edited.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an amazing worship time with my roommates Merissa and Meghan. Meghan was at the piano, I was on the flute or singing, and Merissa was singing. I just love music and I enjoying worshipping God with music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hasn't been the greatest week God wise. I've been trying to pray and spend time with God, but I've been tired. Bad excuse. So, singing tonight was awesome. God has blessed me with some wonderful like-minded roommates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been praying for some like-minded friends for a year and a half and God blessed me with friends at church and at home. Gracias a Dios!! I was so starved for fellowship, I was beginning to believe that it would never happen, but God was teaching me patience and trust. I wish I didn't have to keep learning these two things over, and over, and over, and over again. But there is always a reason for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the weekend off, so hopefully I won't get too distracted and lazy to spend time with God. I miss Him and reading the Bible and praying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture above is part of my Aunt and Uncle's garden in BC.  Nature always reminds me of God's creation and it's so peaceful.  Sometimes I could just sit in nature forever and refelct on  God and His goodness and greatness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes you reflect on God?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31210644-115718456343488148?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/115718456343488148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=115718456343488148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/115718456343488148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/115718456343488148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2006/09/worship.html' title='Worship'/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-115704404230790883</id><published>2006-08-31T11:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T00:25:11.183-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Heat...</title><content type='html'>We almost burned down our house...well, not really...&lt;br /&gt;It was so cold this morning, that we decided to turn on the heat for five minutes.  All of a sudden the smoke detector went off downstairs.  We were checking everything and the cat was starting to go nuts.  We could smell something burning.  It turned out to be the dust in  the vents!!  Thank goodness!  I was envisioning calling 911 again and having firemen show up for something that could be minor.  We were all panicing though...I bet it could've been funny to someone watching! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, memories of December when we burned down our stove!  Hopefully there won't EVER be a repeat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31210644-115704404230790883?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/115704404230790883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=115704404230790883&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/115704404230790883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/115704404230790883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2006/08/heat.html' title='Heat...'/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-115596925671869309</id><published>2006-08-19T00:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T00:34:16.720-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2802/3366/1600/DSCN0051.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2802/3366/320/DSCN0051.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BX Falls, Vernon&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2802/3366/1600/DSCN0155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2802/3366/320/DSCN0155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and False Creek, Vancouver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2802/3366/1600/DSCN0107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2802/3366/320/DSCN0107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Keremeos and Canoe Beach, Salmon Arm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2802/3366/1600/DSCN0044.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2802/3366/320/DSCN0044.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2802/3366/1600/DSCN0159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2802/3366/320/DSCN0159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fraser River, Steveston&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31210644-115596925671869309?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/115596925671869309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=115596925671869309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/115596925671869309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/115596925671869309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2006/08/bx-falls-vernon-and-false-creek.html' title=''/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-115536734638433720</id><published>2006-08-11T23:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T01:22:26.536-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"How to Be A Canadian" - Quiz</title><content type='html'>If you've never read "How to Be a Canadian" by Will Ferguson and Ian Ferguson, well now's the time.  It's hilarious...and here's the quiz to prove it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you hear the name "Elvis" and immediately think of figure skating, give  yourself 1 point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you hear the name "Marilyn" and immeediately think of swimming Lake Ontario: 5 points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you hear the name "Preston" and immediately think of Lee "pressed-on" nails: subract 6 points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you thought &lt;em&gt;Degrassi Junior High&lt;/em&gt; was a gripping true-life docu-drama: 2 points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you have a "Bring Back Degrassi" website: subract 2 points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But if it's an "ironic" website, that's okay.  Add 3 points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you think your friends sitting aoround your basement eating Doritos would make an excellent episode of &lt;em&gt;The Lofters&lt;/em&gt;: minus 2 points.  (I'm not sure what &lt;em&gt;The Lofters&lt;/em&gt; are...can someone enlighten me?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you think Snow Job is way cooler than Mardi Gras: add 1 point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you have ever, ever, &lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt; appeared on &lt;em&gt;Speaker's Corner&lt;/em&gt; for any reason whatsoever, give yourself a slap in the face.  From all of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Unless you got your own TV seris out of it (like the Deveil's Advocates). In that case, add 1 point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you ever went to a rave on board a chartered yellow schoolbus: deduct 1 point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you wear an "Anarchy Now!" T-shirt, but get made when guests come over and don't use the coasters: 1 point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you think the cover of Naomi Klein's book &lt;em&gt;No Logo&lt;/em&gt; woud make an excellent logo: 2 points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you own a "Canadian Girls Kick Ass" T-shirt: 1 point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Even though you, yourself, would never kick ass: 2 points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you were at the Quebec City "Clash of the Summits," add 10 points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you were there selling hot dogs, deduct 20 points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If they were special "No Logo Anarchy Now!" hot dogs, your credintials are restored. Give yourself a hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you still don't know what the capital of New Brunswick is, give yourself 10 points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you have been to Niagara Falls: 1 point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In a barrel: 100 points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you've ever had a Nanaimo bar.  In a bar.  In Nanaimo: give yourself 2 points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you can ask the operator to look up a number in Dildo, Newfoundland, without feeling any embarrassment, give yourself 1 point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you can stop for gas in Climax, Saskatchewan, and not make any wisecracks: 3 points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you can say "Regina" without giggling, give yourself 12 points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you've ever posed for a picture beside a Large Object Next to a Highway, give yourself 1 point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you've ever posed for a picture beside a provincial boundary sign, give yourself 3 points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you've ever posed for a picture with professional curler Hec Gervais, giver yourself 500 million points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you mistakenly thought he was the statute of Jumbo the Elephant in St. Thomas, Ontario, deduct 9 points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you have ever curled, give yourself 1 point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you were the skip, give yourself 2 points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you can't remember if you curled or not, because of how drunk you were: 50 points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you remember where you were when the Jays won the World Series: 1 point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you remember where you were the day Ben got caught: 1 point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you remember where you were the day Wayne was traded: 1 point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you didn't need last names on those to know who we were talking about: 3 points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you remember where you were when Baltimore won the Grey Cup: duduct 12 points.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you remember (vividly) what you were doing the day Bob Homme died: 2 points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you knew that Bob Homme was the Friendly Giant: 6 points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you cried, even though you hadn't watched his show since you were six years old: 12 points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you remember where you were the day Trudeau died: 1 point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you remember where you were the day Stan Rogers died: 2 points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you know almost all the words to "Barrett's Privateers" but you don't know the words to the national anthem: 10 points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you still know all the words to the Molson "I am Canadian" rant: minus 20 points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you're glad they finally droe that schtick into the ground : 1 point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Bonus question for Boomers) If you think the Canadian gull-winger Bricklin sports car was actually kind of cool: 1 points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Even though you drive a Dodge Neon: 1 point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Which you are proud to own, since most of it was manufactured in Ontario: 10 points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you understand the Auto Pact: 5 points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No, you don't.: minus 6 points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you understand the offside rule in hockey: 10 points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Really? Can you explain it to us? Becuase we've never figured the damn thing out.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you don't understand the economy: 1 point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But you invest anyway: subtract 3 points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Because you trust your broker: subtract an additional 8 points, plus most of your life savings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you complain about rush hour: 5 points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Even though you live in Victoria: 10 points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And actually walk to work: 15 points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you have never made love in a canoe: 1 point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you wouldn't even know how to begin to do that: 3 points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In fact, you think it's kind of a stupid and dangerous idea: 6 points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I mean, really, the government should put up a warning label about that sort of thing, right? 1 point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And it's not the least bit erotic: 9 points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I mean, where would you put your feet? 12 points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And does wearing water wings constitue "safe sex"? 2 points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you have actually paddled a canoe: 1 point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If it was at summer camp: 3 points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In the Adirondacks: deduct 20 points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you think Don McKellar is a better directior than Arom Egoyan: 1 point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But neither of them could hold a candle to Norman Jewison: 2 points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Or Ivan Reitman: deduct 37 points.  (What, are you nuts or something?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you think Jim Carrey is funnier than Mike Myers: 1 points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But both orf them are funnier than Tom Green: 2 points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you have no idea who Tom Green is: dudct 3 points, and congratulations on your new poision as head of talent develpment at the CBC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If, whenever you think about the complicated and sometimes difficult relationship you had with your father, you wonder if the problems you had relating to each other had to do with the fact that you were constantly comaparing him to the famous, fictional father figures that Canadian actors seem to specialize in: 1 point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Like Lorne Greene in &lt;em&gt;Bonanza&lt;/em&gt;: 1 point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Or Christopher Plummer in &lt;em&gt;The Sound of Music&lt;/em&gt;: 2 points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Or Lorne Greene in &lt;em&gt;Battlestar Galactica&lt;/em&gt;: 3 points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Which you thought was a better show than &lt;em&gt;Lost in Space&lt;/em&gt;: 1 point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you think &lt;em&gt;Space 1999,&lt;/em&gt; a British science fiction serise that featured Canadian actor Barry Morse for the first season, was superior to The Starlost, a Canadian science fiction series that starred Keir Dullea and lasted for one season: 1 point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you haven't seen either of those shows, but you do remember Keir Dullea from his perfomance in that classic Canadian movie&lt;em&gt; Leopard in the Snow&lt;/em&gt;: 50 points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Which, you may recall, was the worst film ever made: one point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And which, we just found out, &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; available on video: 10 points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not that we've ever been able to find it: minus 5 points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you refuse to believe William Shatner wears a hairpiece: 1 point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you refuse to believe Rich Little wears a hairpiece: 2 points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you refuse to believe Jeffrey Simpson wears a hairpiece: What, are you blind? Deduct 7 points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you think Ken Kostick does whear a hairpiece: 5 points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you hace been a to a real sugar shack and eaten real 100?% maple syrup fresh from the tree: 10 points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If it was in Miane: deduct 30 points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But you secretly precer the tast of Aunt Jemima: add 2 points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If this makes you feel guilty: 6 points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you have ever eaten a beaver tail: 3 points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not a sugared pastry from Ottawa, but an actual beaver's tail: 10 points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you recently caught a glimpse of the Norther Lights: 1 point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you immediately and inexplicable remembered some lines from a Robert Service poem: 3 points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Which freaked you out, since you're pretty sure that you've never actually read any Robert Service: 6 points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you began to ponder the idea of the collective unconscious: 12 points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you think Marshall McLuhan came up with that theory: 1 points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Themn you remember he didn't: deduct 3 points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you start to think about other stuff you might know that you didn't think you knew-and it turns out you can remember hugs churcks of  W.O. Mitchell: 1 point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wll, hell, you probably studied him in school: 2 points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you can quote passages from books by Robertson Davies, Hugh Garner or Margaret Laurence: deduct 10 points.  What are you, some kind of freak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you hop into your new PT Cruiser-built in Detroit, though the seat covers are made right here-and stop at a Starbucks for a latte, and then pick up the latest issue of Peaple from your corner 7-Eleven, rent American President, American Beauty and &lt;em&gt;American History&lt;/em&gt; at your local Blockbuster, go aome and watch them on your cozy Ikea Sklojebeldt sofa, and, without any irony at all, feel sort of proud to be Canadian: 1 poin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If this also makes you feel guilty: 6 points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But you get over it: 9 points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Because you bought this book: 50 points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating Your Score&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;90 points or more:&lt;/strong&gt; Wow, you're either incredibly knowledgeable or you cheater.  Either way, you're scaring us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Between 60 and 90:&lt;/strong&gt; You teach Canadian history at a community college or university and you read this book in the misaken belief it might help you prepare a class plan.  If won't.  Sorry.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Between 30 and 60:&lt;/strong&gt;  Right in the middle.  Good for you.  Your're not only a Candian, you're confused and conflicted about what that even means.  Welcome to the club.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Between 10 and 30 points:&lt;/strong&gt;  Technically, you may be a Canadian, but only in the way that someone like Ezra Levant is Canadian.  Good luk with your green card application; we're not going to miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Less than 10 points:&lt;/strong&gt;  Not only are you NOT Canadian, you didn't even flip though the rest of this book.  You guessed at the answers.  Heck , you probably found this book in the seat pocket of a transatlatic flight.  &lt;em&gt;Tch.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Zero points:&lt;/strong&gt; So, you could't even be bothered to do the damn quiz.  To much effort, eh?  You just skipped to the end.  Talk about slack.  Talk about lazy.  Talk about Canadian!  Congratulations. You are now one of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My score:  47.  A typical Canadian.  Don't I feel special!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay, okay.  I know this was long...try typing it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bye!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31210644-115536734638433720?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/115536734638433720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=115536734638433720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/115536734638433720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/115536734638433720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2006/08/how-to-be-canadian-quiz.html' title='&quot;How to Be A Canadian&quot; - Quiz'/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-115448220667498727</id><published>2006-08-01T19:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T19:30:06.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Home in Richmond</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm home in Richmond after a few days camping in Penticton.  For the most part, it was beautiful, except the day my mom and I were planning to float down the cannal.  It rained and was cold.  So, instead, my parents and I played mini golf in the evening.  It was outside surrounded by beautiful flowers and plants.  I think it's the most fun I've ever had playing mini golf.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I spent some time in Vernon with family and visited my friend from college in Salmon Arm.  Then it was on to Penticton and now Richmond.  Tomorrow I'm off to Victoria to see my grandma and I'll be back in Richmond on Thursday.  I had to think about that for a minute because I'm on holidays and don't really care what day it is.  Today I visited with a friend from high school and her daughter came along too...Emma (the daughter) is adorable.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;When I come home after Victoria, I think I'll rest by the water...okay, maybe not the stinky Fraser...maybe some different water.  And I want to see the Vancouver downtown Bay...I think I need a life...I'm away from work, why would I want to go back????  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I saw my grandpa in Vernon and even though he doesn't really know what is going on, he is still quite strong.  He took my hand and held on...it was hard to get my hand loose.  It's sad when his mind in gone, but he's still somewhat strong.  There are no muscles on his body, yet he has a firm grip.  He just turned 97 on the 30th.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It was just my birthday in July and my parents gave me a digital camera.  Now I can post pictures too!  It was a good day (my birthday).  I got spoiled at work, home (Calgary home) and when I arrived in Vernon (time with family).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I think it's time for me to eat some beans, veggies and fruit.  It's doing a number on my system.  I can't wait to go home and eat dairy and meat.  Maybe I should buy some steaks!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The Tall One &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31210644-115448220667498727?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/115448220667498727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=115448220667498727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/115448220667498727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/115448220667498727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2006/08/home-in-richmond.html' title='Home in Richmond'/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-115410836712216985</id><published>2006-07-28T11:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T11:45:08.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"Within every heart there exists a special place, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;a place where the hopes and dreams of the soul soar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;unchained by logial or phyiscal entrapments. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;For some, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;visiting this unique place is a frivolous waste of time, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;a mental blowing of dandelion spores. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;For others this place becomes the mountain meadow within their soul, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;the sweeping expanse of wildflowers and fragrant grasses, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;the streams of pure glacial water, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;where the spirit runs free. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;It is a place where the impossible fourishes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;where dreams survive the inferno of reality to become the miraculous wonders that draw us forward - it is the place where &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;hope rises."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"Hope Rising", Kim Meeder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Some day, I want to be serving God in Latin America. I feel called to underprivilaged kids and teens. I want them to come to a place where they feel safe, loved. A place where "hope rises" (Kim Meeder, "Hope Rising".) A place where troubled horses meet troubled kids and they heal each other. I got my idea from a ranch call Crystal Peaks Youth Ranch in Bend, Orgeon (&lt;a href="http://www.crystalpeaksyouthranch.org"&gt;www.crystalpeaksyouthranch.org&lt;/a&gt;) The above quote and the following quotes were taken from "Hope Rising", written by Kim Meeder. Kim and her husband own and run the ranch. The book is moving and I can barely get through a few pages without my eyes tearing up. God is so amazing, His love is so prevelant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"What once needed healing now gives healing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;What was once broken has now been restored. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;What was once lost is now found."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Kim Meeder, "Hope Rising"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Hope cannot be destroyed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It calls us to rise up; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;it whispers our name. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It draws us to believe that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sometimes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;wishes do come true."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Kim Meeder, "Hope Rising"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"Society teaches us that anyting less than perfect is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;unsuitable, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;undesirable, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;unusable, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;and unattractive - that it should be avoided whenever possible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;But pure reality teaches us that the Lord loves and uses the flawed, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;unattractive, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;and broken - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;the apparently useless things of this world - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;to accomplish His greatest works. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;It is easy to become focused on our "defective" areas and completely miss all that they teach us. Our flaws, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;our imperfections motivate us to become &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;pliable, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;moldable, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;and teachable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And like knots in woood, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;they give us our uniqueness and character. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;They help to bend or even beark us to the point where we are able to recognize the needs of other and to help them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Now when I marvel at the majest of the trees in my native forest, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I see things differently. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And if I really listen, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I can hear the Makeer laugh and say, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"See, My child, I make the knots, too!"" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Kim Meeder, "Hope Rising"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Joy was being carried on an evening breeze to all creation before sleep, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;the embraving reminder that life is good."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Kim Meeder, "Hope Rising"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"...scars are evidence of the trials of life, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;a testament to victory over adversity."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Kim Meeder, "Hope Rising"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"...every now and then if we work hard enough and dream hard enough something wonderful happens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hope can not be stopped. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;There are times when the fiery walls of reality are not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;strong enough, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;hot enough, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;or high enough &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;to stop a dream fueled by hope from crashing through. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dreams drive through flames that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;scar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;burn, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;melt - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and forge us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;into the creatures God wants us to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dreams driven by hope, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;empowered by love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;change us forever."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Kim Meeder, "Hope Rising"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31210644-115410836712216985?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/115410836712216985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=115410836712216985&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/115410836712216985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/115410836712216985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2006/07/hope.html' title='Hope'/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-115377138915047635</id><published>2006-07-24T13:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T14:03:09.173-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Dream Man in 72 Hours...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2802/3366/1600/growaboyfriend.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2802/3366/320/growaboyfriend.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Grow a Boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Top 10 Reasons Why You Should Grow Your Own Boyfriend:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;10. He's Polite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;9. He always shuts up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;8. Never argues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;7. Always there when you need him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;6. He NEVER snores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;5. FREE date companion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;4. Hangs our with only you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;3. He has eyes for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;2. He doesn't chew with his mouth open-in fact he doesn't chew at all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;AND THE #1 REASON TO GROW YOUR OWN BOYFRIEND IS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;1. He is always exclusively yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;So, my roommates and I decided to grow our own boyfriend. It's something Nicole received as a gift. Hmmm...I think we have too much time on our hands. The Top 10 reasons are actually from the packaging...which also gives instructions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;-place boyfriend in room temperature water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;-boyfriend will begin to grow within 2 hours and will become his full size in 72 hours (true love in 72 hours. It doesn't get any better!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;-and your boyfriend can be grown again and again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I won't be able to see the finished product since i'm leaving today. But as the packaging says, he can be grown again and again! We named him too, but I don't remember it. I think that I should continue packing now. I still haven't forgotten how to procrastinate...maybe I need to be lock into my room to finish. Ahh, memories of college!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Okay, time to go. Many blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Julie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31210644-115377138915047635?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/115377138915047635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=115377138915047635&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/115377138915047635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/115377138915047635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2006/07/your-dream-man-in-72-hours.html' title='Your Dream Man in 72 Hours...'/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-115367756331330165</id><published>2006-07-23T11:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T11:59:23.323-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Swealtering heat...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2802/3366/1600/beach2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2802/3366/320/beach2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that Calgary was supposed to have hot and dry summers.  We are having a hot and humid summer.  It's okay, but HOT!  I guess it's better than cold and snowing:)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good reminder to drink more water...not coffee.  I think I've become a coffeeaholic.  I have a cup every morning and if I don't I can barely function until I do.  But now that I am going home for two weeks, I might be going on withdrawl.  My parents and my aunt and uncle only drink healthy tea and don't eat meat.  I can't even go get coffee because my aunt and uncle don't live in town and my parents won't let me drive the SUV!  Hmmm, maybe I can talk my dad into it, he still likes coffee...we'll see.  But in the heat, caffine is bad and water is better.  Should be interesting.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I served some customers yesterday at work that were in Calgary from Utah, because it's cooler here.  It sounded like they always come in the summer.  Would they be called "Summer Birds"?  Like our Canadian "Snow Birds"?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's my deep thought for the day...now to cleaning my old room.  I'm sharing now and I have to have my old room cleaned out before I leave because there is another girl moving in while I'm away.  There will be 6 of us in one house...it's feels like dorms again.  God is teaching me patience in more than one way...daily!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now I am procrastinating...must go clean...does clean mean I can throw things in boxes and deal with them when I return?  Don't think so, but I'll see how the day goes!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;Julie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31210644-115367756331330165?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/115367756331330165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=115367756331330165&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/115367756331330165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/115367756331330165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2006/07/swealtering-heat.html' title='Swealtering heat...'/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-115361675558506893</id><published>2006-07-22T19:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T19:05:55.593-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bay</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I got a raise!   That made my day.  I spent most of my shifts this week in men's shoes.  Normally I don't like going up to that department, but now that I have the stock room almost memorized, it's not such a big deal.  The customers are friendlier and much more patient compared to Ladie's shoes.  It's also not as busy, so it's almost like I'm on my break.  &lt;br /&gt;One more day until I go to BC! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;Julie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31210644-115361675558506893?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/115361675558506893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=115361675558506893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/115361675558506893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/115361675558506893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2006/07/bay.html' title='The Bay'/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-115345940700843927</id><published>2006-07-20T23:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T23:23:27.016-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Soon...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2802/3366/1600/Picture%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2802/3366/320/Picture%20003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In two days I'm on holidays and in three day's I'll be in the Okanogan soaking up the sun.  Holidays are such a grand thing!  Okay, cheesy I realize, but I think I'm burnt out from work, and I'm looking foward to a good break.  Visit with some family and friends and just relax.  I'm even going camping.  Okay, camping in a tent trailer, but I haven't done any sort of camping in a really looong time.  I'm looking forward to it.  &lt;br /&gt;Now it's time for bed and then only two more days of work...yay!&lt;br /&gt;Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;Julie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31210644-115345940700843927?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/115345940700843927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=115345940700843927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/115345940700843927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/115345940700843927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2006/07/soon.html' title='Soon...'/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31210644.post-115306929665502612</id><published>2006-07-16T10:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T11:01:36.663-06:00</updated><title type='text'>All New</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2802/3366/1600/sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2802/3366/320/sunset.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;All this blog stuff is new to me. I didn't understand it before, but now I see it as a great way to keep in touch and share. Please be patient with me because I'm not very quick with computers.&lt;br /&gt;I've had a lot of thoughts on my mind, so we'll see where this goes.&lt;br /&gt;Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;Julie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31210644-115306929665502612?l=thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/feeds/115306929665502612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31210644&amp;postID=115306929665502612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/115306929665502612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31210644/posts/default/115306929665502612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thotsfromthetallone.blogspot.com/2006/07/all-new.html' title='All New'/><author><name>The Tall One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823005895739845905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TAfMkYhbJ0/TcBgOx6mHYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aMpOmpP0Ll4/s220/DSCN3735.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
