<?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-8385748970967282267</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:51:12.352-08:00</updated><category term='latte'/><category term='craving'/><category term='fuel'/><category term='bumper'/><category term='auto'/><category term='drive'/><category term='bugs'/><category term='butterfly'/><category term='shower'/><category term='chai'/><category term='laugh'/><category term='freckles'/><category term='moth'/><category term='accident'/><category term='today'/><category term='driving'/><category term='car'/><category term='healthy'/><title type='text'>Twy's Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeoftwy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385748970967282267/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeoftwy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>~Twy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972713884509080810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KJ9K7hL0A3Y/TlV88XIBbCI/AAAAAAAAALU/YuFoYpRx6ng/s220/twy2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385748970967282267.post-6793185477548902278</id><published>2011-09-03T22:40:00.037-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T00:30:37.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was looking through some old picture files and found a few to post...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;..just cuz they're fun to look at :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some of my guy cousins at a Picklyk cousin reunion. There are a lot of us - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;7 of the guys are missing from this picture. By the way, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;they were playing Bocci and broke one of the balls in half. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ya. I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Left to right:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nathan, Orlund, Virden, Warren, Johnathan, Jarius, Jordan and Jarred.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648378428309107666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ew-A-4dTUUg/TmMSQRBX89I/AAAAAAAAAQE/TNwMs9hxpK8/s400/cousinreunion1.jpg" /&gt; I love how they are all standing around with their hands in their pockets.&lt;br /&gt;Jordan, Jarius, Johnathan, Nathan, Jarred, Virden, Warren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648378381558901698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aUuu9ZTanzM/TmMSNi3Qa8I/AAAAAAAAAP8/NAUD6n_Qbfs/s400/cousinreunion2.jpg" /&gt; Someone sent me this and said it's because it&lt;br /&gt;reminded them of me and my driving :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4wkX8xpyyX8/TmMSKhiWANI/AAAAAAAAAP0/yFFUcyTxVCs/s1600/speeding.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 227px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648378329663144146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4wkX8xpyyX8/TmMSKhiWANI/AAAAAAAAAP0/yFFUcyTxVCs/s400/speeding.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sunday cousin lunch at Milestones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;JaeNelle, Jarius, Jordan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6x-X4P7dkmk/TmMSGMDzIBI/AAAAAAAAAPs/0Yt16tLlFAo/s1600/cousins1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648378255178407954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6x-X4P7dkmk/TmMSGMDzIBI/AAAAAAAAAPs/0Yt16tLlFAo/s400/cousins1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh my goodness ! I totally forgot I had these pics still, haha ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My cousin Danessa and I were having fun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;one night at her house in Edmonton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pCK_0BdULIg/TmMSC5eI4DI/AAAAAAAAAPk/1-xEAnxiBQQ/s1600/danessatwy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648378198649004082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pCK_0BdULIg/TmMSC5eI4DI/AAAAAAAAAPk/1-xEAnxiBQQ/s400/danessatwy1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648378137112573186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sx3SDEbxo_o/TmMR_UOtdQI/AAAAAAAAAPc/x91S432P0Yc/s400/danessatwy2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8SFssyIESMA/TmMR8OkzD1I/AAAAAAAAAPU/8EfvFXP2vpU/s1600/danessatwy3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648378084054994770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8SFssyIESMA/TmMR8OkzD1I/AAAAAAAAAPU/8EfvFXP2vpU/s400/danessatwy3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Having dinner at Earls with some friends and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tim from the UK.. they all got a little &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;carried away with their phones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ib8NEQILPRA/TmMR4ARWOOI/AAAAAAAAAPM/vCCFKsmRDfo/s1600/fonefun1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648378011495839970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ib8NEQILPRA/TmMR4ARWOOI/AAAAAAAAAPM/vCCFKsmRDfo/s400/fonefun1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-keTPlfFIlPM/TmMR0N5DoqI/AAAAAAAAAPE/RIgoPLoJJeE/s1600/fonefun2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648377946432578210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-keTPlfFIlPM/TmMR0N5DoqI/AAAAAAAAAPE/RIgoPLoJJeE/s400/fonefun2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rqf3ZAQqZI0/TmMRvtNqGdI/AAAAAAAAAO8/NOo-NF5jUL4/s1600/fonefun3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648377868941138386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rqf3ZAQqZI0/TmMRvtNqGdI/AAAAAAAAAO8/NOo-NF5jUL4/s400/fonefun3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is Virden, my younger brother :) He came in for a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haircut, so I took pictures in stages. At the very end, he thought I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;finished the cut and was taking the "After" photo.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;til I burst out laughing and he clued in that I left a little tail &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;of hair behind. I did cut it off before he left, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;just for the record !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mZugOH0D66g/TmMRqtL0V8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/I23mYzX1qbI/s1600/hairfun1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648377783034075074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mZugOH0D66g/TmMRqtL0V8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/I23mYzX1qbI/s400/hairfun1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MpIBoSPNaOE/TmMRm82p65I/AAAAAAAAAOs/ynRNa9pkTWs/s1600/hairfun2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648377718520802194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MpIBoSPNaOE/TmMRm82p65I/AAAAAAAAAOs/ynRNa9pkTWs/s400/hairfun2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3f7MSol-CcA/TmMRi1-3IhI/AAAAAAAAAOk/NkNcWOeQilU/s1600/hairfun3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648377647956697618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3f7MSol-CcA/TmMRi1-3IhI/AAAAAAAAAOk/NkNcWOeQilU/s400/hairfun3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Seeing Orlund, my older brother, sit this way at his computer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;was normal for me and my family. Seeing Orlund fold up into the chair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;from sitting this way at his computer was normal for me and my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P0MOlO9-RD4/TmMRdJPiN6I/AAAAAAAAAOc/vr02nRklYPI/s1600/kids1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648377550047688610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P0MOlO9-RD4/TmMRdJPiN6I/AAAAAAAAAOc/vr02nRklYPI/s400/kids1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can't tell if Orlund felt bad for me or if he was annoyed with me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2RmpTfPxtN0/TmMRYcHLgYI/AAAAAAAAAOU/d5WTSL07TKs/s1600/kids2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648377469213573506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2RmpTfPxtN0/TmMRYcHLgYI/AAAAAAAAAOU/d5WTSL07TKs/s400/kids2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me being a nice sister again.. buttering my brother's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;toast because he couldn't reach. For those&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;of you who read my blog entry titled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Cupcake", this is where it all began..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YvnyDf1kSbQ/TmMRTdIw9dI/AAAAAAAAAOM/PDlRHSMRV7U/s1600/kids3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648377383589311954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YvnyDf1kSbQ/TmMRTdIw9dI/AAAAAAAAAOM/PDlRHSMRV7U/s400/kids3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I remember this happening. I never did figure out why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;they didn't want me to sit down, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and said to stick my butt out more..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"But" now I see why !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ao5dZ6RtTPs/TmMRNaNhEfI/AAAAAAAAAOE/cp_xUn91unI/s1600/kids4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 277px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648377279724720626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ao5dZ6RtTPs/TmMRNaNhEfI/AAAAAAAAAOE/cp_xUn91unI/s400/kids4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My lil bro.. haha !! So cute :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kc_mSUfDeZ0/TmMRIhSmxoI/AAAAAAAAAN8/9jUL2ol7Sqw/s1600/kids5.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648377195725768322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kc_mSUfDeZ0/TmMRIhSmxoI/AAAAAAAAAN8/9jUL2ol7Sqw/s400/kids5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me and da boyz !! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Orlund still makes that face sometimes.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0QEkxfP0IEY/TmMQrH7HdPI/AAAAAAAAAN0/zN_Nu_d_eVQ/s1600/kids6.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648376690700154098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0QEkxfP0IEY/TmMQrH7HdPI/AAAAAAAAAN0/zN_Nu_d_eVQ/s400/kids6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My cousin Andrea and I at my Uncle Andrew's house &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;one night. Andrea, I think this is the time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we made stupid jokes all night long and we were the only ones &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that ended up laughing at them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FpZ_HtLmfLs/TmMQkt2AnPI/AAAAAAAAANs/gWv90pCXbu8/s1600/twyanj.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 204px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648376580620197106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FpZ_HtLmfLs/TmMQkt2AnPI/AAAAAAAAANs/gWv90pCXbu8/s400/twyanj.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The night my first niece Joy was born !!!! Awe.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love all 4 of my nieces tons and tons and tons !! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Another is on the way.. or will it be a nephew this time ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SXlQm0L413Q/TmMQfwo1gvI/AAAAAAAAANk/id3yAipfWVA/s1600/twyjoy.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 276px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648376495470904050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SXlQm0L413Q/TmMQfwo1gvI/AAAAAAAAANk/id3yAipfWVA/s400/twyjoy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My cousin Andrea, cousin-in-law Melody, Me, and my friend Sherri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;having some fun girl time at my aunt and uncle's house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wow, this picture is from so long ago !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MtbZxlZhO-g/TmMQbA46CQI/AAAAAAAAANc/5MPAcKQEN1E/s1600/twygirls.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648376413933930754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MtbZxlZhO-g/TmMQbA46CQI/AAAAAAAAANc/5MPAcKQEN1E/s400/twygirls.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My good friend Taraleigh and I at a Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;banquet a few years ago. Am I looking kinda orange here ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nothing like a good ol' fake-n-bake in the middle of winter :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_a3Py-VMlKw/TmMQVpm3YEI/AAAAAAAAANU/yUjaZDsMwLQ/s1600/twytara.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648376321784897602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_a3Py-VMlKw/TmMQVpm3YEI/AAAAAAAAANU/yUjaZDsMwLQ/s400/twytara.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yay for auntie Twyla.. teaching my nieces Joy and Ava "music" early on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Good students too - they even figured out on their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;own how to play "forte" which is the Italian &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;term meaning "loud".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XEMkdhmTHx4/TmMQP36JUwI/AAAAAAAAANM/tCZLmeKrWQM/s1600/nieces1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648376222544646914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XEMkdhmTHx4/TmMQP36JUwI/AAAAAAAAANM/tCZLmeKrWQM/s400/nieces1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I won't even mention how much whipping cream &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Joy and Ava ate that night. Let's just say after dessert time, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I became their favorite person in the whole entire world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FIRONZqmakQ/TmMQLfUDHEI/AAAAAAAAANE/DkKLlcyyZtA/s1600/nieces2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648376147222928450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FIRONZqmakQ/TmMQLfUDHEI/AAAAAAAAANE/DkKLlcyyZtA/s400/nieces2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A beautiful sunset on a lake during a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Norstrom family reunion a few years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IqW7WpoQVDw/TmMQG3LnhMI/AAAAAAAAAM8/M4s3_Ur-iks/s1600/sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648376067730670786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IqW7WpoQVDw/TmMQG3LnhMI/AAAAAAAAAM8/M4s3_Ur-iks/s400/sunset.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This picture of Kamloops was taken by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Orlund during a wintery evening..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love this picture !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R2x0OVt72Gk/TmMQAbhlSmI/AAAAAAAAAM0/l2vaBC_RiBw/s1600/kamloops2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 168px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648375957227391586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R2x0OVt72Gk/TmMQAbhlSmI/AAAAAAAAAM0/l2vaBC_RiBw/s400/kamloops2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385748970967282267-6793185477548902278?l=lifeoftwy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeoftwy.blogspot.com/feeds/6793185477548902278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeoftwy.blogspot.com/2011/09/random-photos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385748970967282267/posts/default/6793185477548902278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385748970967282267/posts/default/6793185477548902278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeoftwy.blogspot.com/2011/09/random-photos.html' title='Random Photos'/><author><name>~Twy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972713884509080810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KJ9K7hL0A3Y/TlV88XIBbCI/AAAAAAAAALU/YuFoYpRx6ng/s220/twy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ew-A-4dTUUg/TmMSQRBX89I/AAAAAAAAAQE/TNwMs9hxpK8/s72-c/cousinreunion1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385748970967282267.post-8368293005067718747</id><published>2011-08-30T12:45:00.015-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T23:55:46.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cupcakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Eko8nopftGo/Tl0-LVaPNCI/AAAAAAAAAL0/9T4ee8ECV_Q/s1600/cupcakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646737872239146018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Eko8nopftGo/Tl0-LVaPNCI/AAAAAAAAAL0/9T4ee8ECV_Q/s400/cupcakes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The result of being bored on sunday night:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Super sweet white chocolate cupcakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;with raspberry icing and coconut sprinkled on top !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;These turned out much better than some other things I've attempted to make. Like the time when my brothers and I were home from school during the summer and I tried to explore some options with Kraft Dinner, or when I tried to surprise my mom and dad with an apple pie when they came back from holidays. First off though, I would like to point out that this was years ago and I didn't yet have much cooking experience. So don't judge me :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The Pie Crust Story: My parents had been away for 2-3 weeks on holidays and so on the day they were due back home, I thought I would surprise them with homemade apple pie made by my own hands with love. I had seen my mom do it tons of times without a recipe because she was just that good and did it a lot, so I figured I remembered enough to be able to copy what she did from memory. Seemed pretty easy to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So I dug out the flour and the Crisco. I knew the consistency it should feel and look like.. so I scooped out a couple of cups of flour, took a huge chunk of Crisco and started mushing it together. Seemed a little on the greasy side, so I added more flour but soon found it was too dry. So I added more Crisco and it once again became greasy. So added a couple more cups of flour and it seemed to be closer to what it should be but for some reason it wasn't holding together like it normally did when my mom made it, plus it wasn't soft and doughy.. it was kinda just flour-y and Crisco-y. I kept working with it by adding a bit more flour, then a bit more Crisco, etc.. and soon it had become this huge bowl of flour and Crisco. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I got it to a certain point where I thought I would try to roll it out anyway and see what happens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yes. Well. You can't really roll out a ball of Crisco and flour too well. I pinched a corner of it to see if it even tasted like raw pie dough like my mom's and it definitely did not. So I gave up on the idea and threw it all in garbage. A freshly cleaned house with flowers on the table, and dinner waiting, and a hug from me would have to be good enough :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;After they came home and had dinner and everything, I went down to my room and within a couple of minutes I heard my mom say, "Twyla Michelle !! What is in the garbage?" So I ran upstairs and started laughing. I told her I wanted to surprise them by making a homemade apple pie but it wasn't working. She asked how I tried to make the dough. I told her and once she was able to stop laughing, she told me all the extra stuff you need to add. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I have since, made successful pies :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The Kraft Dinner Story: Since my older brother (Orlund) only cooked eggs, and I only made hot dogs and Kraft Dinner, my younger brother (Virden's) decision on what he wanted for lunch that day also made the decision who cooked, and he wanted Kraft Dinner for lunch, so I decided to be a nice sister and make it extra special by adding extra cheese. LOOOOTS of it !! And not just one kind either, because one just wouldn't be special enough. After the macaroni was ready, I added a bit of butter and milk then stirred in the cheese powder that came with the box. Then it was time to add the "extra special" stuff... which was cheddar cheese, mozzarella AND parmesan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;After it all melted, I grabbed the scoop to put it on the plates for my brothers. There was way more stretchy cheese in that pot of macaroni than any pizza in history has ever seen !! I wasn't even sure that &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; wanted to eat it.. so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I just took two plates to both my brothers, handed them forks and told them, "God bless your stomachs." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;You know how sometimes you pour too much milk and there is a puddle under the macaroni ? Well Orlund scooped his fork into the KD thinking I had poured too much milk.. until he lifted the fork from the plate and realized the milky puddle was actually melted cheese. I think my brothers only made it a quarter of the way through their lunch before cheesy nausea set in. F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;or the next week or two or three, Virden chose eggs for lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Brownie Story: Then there was the time my brothers and I were having a bunch of friends over and I decided to make some delicious brownies. I put most of the ingredients together in the bowl and started the mixer to beat everything together. I grabbed a measuring cup and the oil that was in a fancy tall glass oil dispenser by the stove, measured and poured it into the batter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;While it was mixing, I went to start washing the dishes. After a couple minutes, I walked past where the mixutre was beating to put something away and smelled an odd smell. I couldn't figure out what it was, so I walked back to the sink. A couple minutes later I started smelling the same smell. I thought maybe I needed to take out the garbage.. so I did. But when I came back up to the kitchen and walked past the mixer, I could still smell the same gross smell. Then I clued in that it was strongest near the mixer, so I went up to the bowl and breathed in deeply. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yep. It was the brownie batter that smelled horrible and I had no clue why. I thought of everything I put in it and then looked at the oil sitting on the counter that I had used. I sniffed it and smelled the familiar smell that was starting to overwhelm the kitchen. The label said "Extra Virgin Olive Oil" but it definitely did not smell like it, so I phoned my mom and asked her what kind of oil it was, and she told me she had refilled the container but with garlic flavored olive oil instead. Yum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I should've baked and frosted and served them anyways... :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I guess I just need to pay more attention to what I put into things sometimes.. like the time I was trying to make Borscht for my friend Andrey, who is from Russia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The Borscht Story: The base for the soup was made and everything was ready to go. All I had left to do was add in the beets that had been frozen. My mom had called me to tell me she pulled the beets from the freezer and put them in the fridge. So I opened the fridge, saw two containers and glanced quickly into one of them. It looked all icy and frozen and dark purpley - so I assumed it was the beets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I squeezed the sides of the container and the whole chunk of what I thought were beets, fell into the soup. I closed the lid and went to go do some chores around the house. About ten minutes later, I thought I should go check on the soup. So I grabbed a wooden spoon, took off the lid and stirred it once or twice. As soon as I did, I saw a small little dark blue bubble-looking thing bob up to the top. I stirred the soup again.. and saw a couple more of the small little dark blue bubble-looking things appear. I scooped one of them out to look at it and started laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I had accidentally put a container of frozen blueberries in it instead of the beets :) So I had to start again from scratch, but at least the second time was a success !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oh the things you do. &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/8385748970967282267-8368293005067718747?l=lifeoftwy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeoftwy.blogspot.com/feeds/8368293005067718747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeoftwy.blogspot.com/2011/08/cupcakes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385748970967282267/posts/default/8368293005067718747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385748970967282267/posts/default/8368293005067718747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeoftwy.blogspot.com/2011/08/cupcakes.html' title='Cupcakes'/><author><name>~Twy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972713884509080810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KJ9K7hL0A3Y/TlV88XIBbCI/AAAAAAAAALU/YuFoYpRx6ng/s220/twy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Eko8nopftGo/Tl0-LVaPNCI/AAAAAAAAAL0/9T4ee8ECV_Q/s72-c/cupcakes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385748970967282267.post-9141109190680057630</id><published>2011-08-06T23:33:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T14:53:34.085-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shower'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bugs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freckles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='today'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laugh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='healthy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='butterfly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='latte'/><title type='text'>Today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today.... I showered with a moth and didn't know it. Well, at least not until it flew in front of my face when I scared it from its hiding place on my favorite shower-gloves. I am surprised the shower door is still attached to the rest of the shower. I really don't like bugs at all. And no, the moth is not "just like a butterfly" - if it was, it wouldn't be called a "moth".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today.... I cheated on my healthy-eating kick by caving into my Starbucks Grande Chai Latte-light water-no foam craving. They usually say if you give into a craving when you're trying to be good, that afterwards you totally feel like it wasn't worth it. They were wrong about the chai latte from Starbucks - it was beyond worth it :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today.... I filled up my car with fuel at a price of $1.29 per liter, only to drive by another gas station much closer to home and see the sign state "Full Serve: $1.16 per liter". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today.... I had a good laugh with a couple of coworkers when one of them scared me so bad I almost lost all the freckles off my skin. Good thing I had a lid on my latte...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today.... I realized that in a week and a half, I will get to see some people from the USA that I haven't seen in just over a year that I am excited to see !! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385748970967282267-9141109190680057630?l=lifeoftwy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeoftwy.blogspot.com/feeds/9141109190680057630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeoftwy.blogspot.com/2011/08/today.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385748970967282267/posts/default/9141109190680057630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385748970967282267/posts/default/9141109190680057630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeoftwy.blogspot.com/2011/08/today.html' title='Today.'/><author><name>~Twy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972713884509080810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KJ9K7hL0A3Y/TlV88XIBbCI/AAAAAAAAALU/YuFoYpRx6ng/s220/twy2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385748970967282267.post-3772888711647121430</id><published>2011-07-19T10:11:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T14:57:32.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bootcamp: Day 14 of 42 (and Hairdressing)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay. Days 10-13 of bootcamp workout were non-existant. The only the thing that got a "bootcamp workout" was my patience :) I don't know what was up with people and their hair this last week but I think we should have a rule-book for clients if they want a good haircut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For example:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fidgeting, jiggling and wiggling when getting your hair cut is a bad idea. Not only for my fingers, but for your haircut, ears and jugular vein located on the side of your neck :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you have to sneeze or scratch, just let us know. If you don't tell us, you may end up with extra "texturizing and thinning" when its not needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you find that your shirt always seems to get wet after having your hair washed, its probably because you've tried &lt;strong&gt;"helping" &lt;/strong&gt;us wash your hair by lifting your head. Just lay back and relax and let us do the work. Since we don't know when you'll lift your head or how high, that hose will end up making the salon look like an indoor car wash. And you will walk out of there looking like you don't know how to use the indoor car wash. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Asking us to make it "just a &lt;strong&gt;hair&lt;/strong&gt; shorter" isn't that funny. Just so you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ladies that have hair 8 feet long: If we take off 3/4 of an inch instead of 1/2 an inch, it will not make a difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Stretching your thumb and pointer finger as far as you can and calling that an inch... that is not an inch. No matter how small your hands are, that is not an inch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let's address the term "Quick-Trim". No such thing exists. Cutting 1/4 of an inch instead of 1 inch still requires all the hairs on your head to be cut. Therefore, takes the same amount of time. Therefore, the term "Quick-Trim" does not exist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just a little insight into the world of hairstylists...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385748970967282267-3772888711647121430?l=lifeoftwy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeoftwy.blogspot.com/feeds/3772888711647121430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeoftwy.blogspot.com/2011/07/bootcamp-day-14-of-42-and-hairdressing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385748970967282267/posts/default/3772888711647121430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385748970967282267/posts/default/3772888711647121430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeoftwy.blogspot.com/2011/07/bootcamp-day-14-of-42-and-hairdressing.html' title='Bootcamp: Day 14 of 42 (and Hairdressing)'/><author><name>~Twy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972713884509080810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KJ9K7hL0A3Y/TlV88XIBbCI/AAAAAAAAALU/YuFoYpRx6ng/s220/twy2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385748970967282267.post-7994618045040483638</id><published>2011-07-11T21:10:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T23:19:51.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bootcamp: Day 6 of 42</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Soooo ! I was missing my days of kickboxing from when I was in my early 20's so six days ago I started a bootcamp workout thing... OH MY GOODNESS ! My muscles. Am I the only one that was unaware that even elbows have muscles ?!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But soon I will be a pro.. I already have the second half of the push-up down pat. Ya know.... the part where your face meets the floor ? Ya, that part. I do it well. And the situps ? I sit up when I wake in the morning and I lay back down when I go to bed at night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But apparently, I've been told, this is insufficient so hello to starfish pushups, kill-quicks, the plank, lunges, squats, military presses, jump-rope and jumping jacks. Did you know that doing jumping jacks when you're 31 years old is waaaaaaaaaay different than when you are 7 years old ? Well, cause it is. When your body changes, so do these exercises. I don't know who this "Jack"-guy is that couldn't keep his feet on the ground, but thanks a lot there, buddy !&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/8385748970967282267-7994618045040483638?l=lifeoftwy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeoftwy.blogspot.com/feeds/7994618045040483638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeoftwy.blogspot.com/2011/07/bootcamp-day-6-of-42.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385748970967282267/posts/default/7994618045040483638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385748970967282267/posts/default/7994618045040483638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeoftwy.blogspot.com/2011/07/bootcamp-day-6-of-42.html' title='Bootcamp: Day 6 of 42'/><author><name>~Twy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972713884509080810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KJ9K7hL0A3Y/TlV88XIBbCI/AAAAAAAAALU/YuFoYpRx6ng/s220/twy2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385748970967282267.post-2073142202988494737</id><published>2011-07-10T17:51:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T23:49:51.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 139</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have been finding this piece of scripture to be encouraging to me in the last while. Sometimes its easy to forget that God already has every page of our book written, that He has already figured out and thought about every last little detail of our lives. Not one single part or detail or moment has He left out - health, finances and work, friends and family, relationships, what we do and where we go, who we meet and when we meet them, what He has called us to do He has already equipped us with exactly what we need to accomplish it, from our personality to how our charactor is built and developed to who we need in our lives and the exact time that we need them. God never lies, and in His Word He has promised us that our steps are ordained and ordered and guided by Him for success and blessing because He is not a God of failure or defeat. He has already planned on how to bring us out of whatever situation we are in, so we can live in peace. When things get tough and I get stressed out, I know I sometimes still have to remind myself of this (even having grown up in a christian home and in the church and hearing it often), simply for the fact it can be easy to get caught up in looking at the immediate circumstances around me rather than at what is ahead... and this is why I love this part of the Word because it reminds me again of Who is really in control =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;"You have searched me Lord, and you know me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;You know when I sit and when I rise;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;You see my thoughts from afar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;You discern my going out and my lying down;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;You are familiar with all my ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Before a word is even on my tongue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;You, Lord, know it completely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;You hem me in behind and before,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;You lay Your Hand on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Where can I go from Your Presence?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Where can I flee from Your Spirit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;If I go up to the heavens, You are there;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;If I make my bed in the depths, You are there;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;If I rise on the wings of dawn,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;If I settle on the far side of the sea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;even there Your Hand will guide me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Your right Hand will hold me fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;If I say "Surely the darkness will hide me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;and the light will become night around me",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;even the darkness will not be dark to You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;The night will shine like the day, for darkness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;is as light to You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;For You created my inmost being;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;You knit me together in my mother's womb;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I praise You because I am fearfully and wonderfully made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;My frame was not hidden from You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;when I was made in the secret place,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Your eyes saw my unformed body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;and all the days ordained for me were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;written in Your book before even one of them came to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;How precious to me are Your thoughts, God !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;How vast is the sum of them !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Were I to count them, they would outnumber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;the grains of sand;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;and yet when I wake, I am still with You"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;~ Psalm 139:1-18 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8385748970967282267-2073142202988494737?l=lifeoftwy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeoftwy.blogspot.com/feeds/2073142202988494737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeoftwy.blogspot.com/2011/07/psalm-139.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385748970967282267/posts/default/2073142202988494737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385748970967282267/posts/default/2073142202988494737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeoftwy.blogspot.com/2011/07/psalm-139.html' title='Psalm 139'/><author><name>~Twy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972713884509080810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KJ9K7hL0A3Y/TlV88XIBbCI/AAAAAAAAALU/YuFoYpRx6ng/s220/twy2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385748970967282267.post-3726443970339917205</id><published>2011-07-03T14:45:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T15:07:56.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you to my parents, brothers and sister-in-laws, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cousins and friends for all the birthday wishes, cards and gifts &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on my .... er... um.... 3rd annual 29th birthday this July 1 :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am so blessed to have each one of you in my life ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WAUiuFwYI8c/ThDklBVn9jI/AAAAAAAAAJM/vpevNJBoI1U/s1600/flowers1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625247259251177010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WAUiuFwYI8c/ThDklBVn9jI/AAAAAAAAAJM/vpevNJBoI1U/s400/flowers1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Thanks Mom and Dad, for the pretty flowers - I love you both very much :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Uakv72v8lng/ThDkMW41uJI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Zfeh-Im_2H0/s1600/flowers2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625246835539294354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Uakv72v8lng/ThDkMW41uJI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Zfeh-Im_2H0/s400/flowers2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...and thank you, Cutting Lounge co-workers, for the birthday flowers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385748970967282267-3726443970339917205?l=lifeoftwy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeoftwy.blogspot.com/feeds/3726443970339917205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeoftwy.blogspot.com/2011/07/thank-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385748970967282267/posts/default/3726443970339917205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385748970967282267/posts/default/3726443970339917205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeoftwy.blogspot.com/2011/07/thank-you.html' title='Thank 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href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oCFF9W48Ijw&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oCFF9W48Ijw&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CCw-vcq2n4k&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CCw-vcq2n4k&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ErKX6s7LldQ&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ErKX6s7LldQ&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385748970967282267-5152768494058813134?l=lifeoftwy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeoftwy.blogspot.com/feeds/5152768494058813134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeoftwy.blogspot.com/2011/06/crazy-catchy-jazz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385748970967282267/posts/default/5152768494058813134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385748970967282267/posts/default/5152768494058813134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeoftwy.blogspot.com/2011/06/crazy-catchy-jazz.html' title='Jazz'/><author><name>~Twy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972713884509080810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KJ9K7hL0A3Y/TlV88XIBbCI/AAAAAAAAALU/YuFoYpRx6ng/s220/twy2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385748970967282267.post-1506048794959621773</id><published>2011-06-20T20:20:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T20:48:46.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome Lawyer Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is probably the best lawyer story of the year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A Charlotte, NC, lawyer purchased a box of very rare and expensive cigars, then insured them against fire and other various things. Within a month of having smoked his entire stockpile of these great cigars and without yet having made even his first premium payment on the policy, the lawyer filed a claim against the insuarnce company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In his claim, the lawyer stated the cigars were lost in a "series of small fires". The insurance company refused to pay, citing the obvious reason: the man had consumed the cigars in a normal fashion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The lawyer sued... and won !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In delivering the ruling, the judge agreed with the insurance company that the claim was frivolous. The judge stated, nevertheless, that the lawyer held a policy from the company in which it had warranted that the cigars were insurable and also guarenteed that it would insure them against fire, without defining what is considered to be unacceptable fire, and was obligated to pay the claim. Rather than endure a lengthy and costly appeal process, the company accepted the ruling and paid the lawyer $15,000 for his rare cigars lost in the "fires".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now for the best part....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After the lawyer cashed the cheque, the insurance company had him arrested on 24 counts of arson. With his insurance claim and testimony from the previous case of being sued against him, the lawyer was convicted of intentionally burning his insured property and was sentenced to 24 months in jail and a $24,000 fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is a true story and won 1st place in the Criminal Lawyers Awards Contest :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385748970967282267-1506048794959621773?l=lifeoftwy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeoftwy.blogspot.com/feeds/1506048794959621773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeoftwy.blogspot.com/2011/06/awesome-lawyer-story.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5dPs1hhmReM/Tf5OEp-CBMI/AAAAAAAAAI0/dVDBxuREngo/s1600/dadmomjoy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 345px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620015226897433794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5dPs1hhmReM/Tf5OEp-CBMI/AAAAAAAAAI0/dVDBxuREngo/s400/dadmomjoy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Dad, Mom and oldest niece Joy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thank you Dad, for being such a great man in my life !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thank you for all you have done for Mom, Orlund, Virden, and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For investing your words and wisdom into our lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For all the time you have taken out to play and read to us as children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For taking us out for coffees to talk about life and the future as teenagers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For giving us guidance and advice as we move ahead as adults&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You are one of the greatest dads in the world !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Love you always Daddy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Luv, "Dad's doll"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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Day'/><author><name>~Twy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972713884509080810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KJ9K7hL0A3Y/TlV88XIBbCI/AAAAAAAAALU/YuFoYpRx6ng/s220/twy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5dPs1hhmReM/Tf5OEp-CBMI/AAAAAAAAAI0/dVDBxuREngo/s72-c/dadmomjoy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385748970967282267.post-337309990692834451</id><published>2011-06-14T16:18:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T16:41:48.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pancake machine ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Lilo and I went to Seattle last summer, and one morning we went down for breakfast and found this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" 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href='http://lifeoftwy.blogspot.com/2011/06/pancake-machine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385748970967282267/posts/default/337309990692834451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385748970967282267/posts/default/337309990692834451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeoftwy.blogspot.com/2011/06/pancake-machine.html' title='Pancake machine ?'/><author><name>~Twy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972713884509080810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KJ9K7hL0A3Y/TlV88XIBbCI/AAAAAAAAALU/YuFoYpRx6ng/s220/twy2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385748970967282267.post-2861298455803762512</id><published>2011-06-14T00:41:00.012-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T23:19:21.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kts8maUvsPg/Tl3RJIswKDI/AAAAAAAAAMM/QaHqYP6QIjE/s1600/nikkitwy.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646899462676686898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kts8maUvsPg/Tl3RJIswKDI/AAAAAAAAAMM/QaHqYP6QIjE/s400/nikkitwy.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My friend Nicole :) Wow this picture is old !! We have way too many stories to count.. from road trips to working together to bugs and animals to movies and shopping.. never has an outting been uneventful !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvLd7ixG30M/TffKB3y5a1I/AAAAAAAAAIE/AOYBqCOcMco/s1600/twydray.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 349px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618181193674091346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BvLd7ixG30M/TffKB3y5a1I/AAAAAAAAAIE/AOYBqCOcMco/s400/twydray.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt; This is my friend Andrea and I. We often go for hot chocolate late at night and have some fun chats - she is super sweet and a good friend ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C2n5IpYN2jo/TfcV-cg2HII/AAAAAAAAAH8/5sP7o22CSvA/s1600/twylilo.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 205px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617983222718012546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C2n5IpYN2jo/TfcV-cg2HII/AAAAAAAAAH8/5sP7o22CSvA/s400/twylilo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cK64qNIfdEA/TfcV3Ze_sKI/AAAAAAAAAH0/93OVWrqyJq4/s1600/twylilo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 204px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617983101645861026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cK64qNIfdEA/TfcV3Ze_sKI/AAAAAAAAAH0/93OVWrqyJq4/s400/twylilo1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt; Lilo. My calm, relaxed, easy-going, laid-back friend - we go waaaay back and have tons of memories and laughs together. She's my travelling buddy, and have we ever got some crazy fun travelling memories together. She is one of the sweetest girls I know....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-te8PdmTXkeE/TfcT067qdqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/-ZHfMkrlGPo/s1600/twytrace.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617980860061611682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-te8PdmTXkeE/TfcT067qdqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/-ZHfMkrlGPo/s400/twytrace.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt; Tracy and I at the movies... she's my "deep-discussion over a Starbucks" friend :P haha ! I think we have a permanent spot reserved at Starbucks for at least once a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6jtwl46uUdI/TfcQurOIn3I/AAAAAAAAAHc/mv7UixJZ7WQ/s1600/twyjae.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 393px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617977454230019954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6jtwl46uUdI/TfcQurOIn3I/AAAAAAAAAHc/mv7UixJZ7WQ/s400/twyjae.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt; And this is my cousin JaeNelle and I at the beach last summer. I don't know why we were laughing but what I DO know, is that by the end of the day, we made cooked lobster look pale. I have a great family, I love them very much !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385748970967282267-2861298455803762512?l=lifeoftwy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeoftwy.blogspot.com/feeds/2861298455803762512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeoftwy.blogspot.com/2011/06/friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385748970967282267/posts/default/2861298455803762512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385748970967282267/posts/default/2861298455803762512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeoftwy.blogspot.com/2011/06/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>~Twy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972713884509080810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KJ9K7hL0A3Y/TlV88XIBbCI/AAAAAAAAALU/YuFoYpRx6ng/s220/twy2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kts8maUvsPg/Tl3RJIswKDI/AAAAAAAAAMM/QaHqYP6QIjE/s72-c/nikkitwy.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385748970967282267.post-4342191399915575426</id><published>2011-06-13T20:49:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T15:02:37.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Corinthians 2:14</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Thanks be to God, Who always causes us to triumph."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I am sure most of you who read this also understand this already, but sometimes its encouraging to hear again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;God never ends in a negative, He ALWAYS ends on a positive !! Its like we are in a fixed fight. Just like when you record a football game or hockey game, your friends may tell you the score of the final win, so when you watch it later, no matter how bad the team seems to do in the beginning or how many goals they are falling behind on, you can watch in peace knowing that the outcome is still a win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The same is for us. In fact, the farther behind you seem to get the more exciting it will be to see the comeback - it will be much greater !! God always ends in "All Is Well", so if all is not well, it simply means it is not the end - there is more to come. If you do your part by deciding to move forward and not get stuck where you are, do your best, and remain faithful to God, He will bring you to a flourishing finish. He has it all planned - from the right person at the right time in the right place, in the right situation, under the right circumstance. God has already written every page of your book and it does not end in defeat, or you falling apart, or in betrayal or living lonely - His plans for you are for good, to bring you to a properous and flourishing finish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;A broken relationship, financial troubles, betrayal, depression - when it looks dark, when you don't know how it could ever turn around, when it looks like there is no way out, God has the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It may get worse before it gets better but that is a sign that the enemy is taking his best shot to try and keep you where you are. But know this: his best will never be good enough. The forces that are for you are greater than the forces that are against you. The very thing the enemy set out to destroy you with is the very thing God can turn around to help you and bless others with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sometimes we feel that we have made too many mistakes or screwed up too badly and have to sit on the sidelines, but think of Samson. The secret of his hair was the key to his strength, but over time he became careless and undisciplined and told someone his secret. One night while asleep, the enemy came and cut his hair and he lost his strength, was taken into captivity, his eyes removed and was put to work in a mill. One day he was taken to a banquet and chained to the wall for his enemies to make fun of him. He asked a child to place his hands on some pillars close by, and then prayed to God to forgive him, to give him back his strength one more time. The Spirit of God came upon him and he was given back his strength and had a great victory. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;You cannot do anything to change the past, but you CAN choose to do your part in moving forward by shaking off the blame, quit beating yourself up and do something about the future. Don't keep feeling guilty and condemned - remember, we are in a fixed fight. If you keep moving forward, do your best and stay faithful to God, He has promised us victory. Not sometimes, but ALWAYS ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;If all is not well, He simply isn't finished yet because He never ends on a negative, always a positive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;He has promised YOU a flourishing finish !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&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/8385748970967282267-4342191399915575426?l=lifeoftwy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeoftwy.blogspot.com/feeds/4342191399915575426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeoftwy.blogspot.com/2011/06/2-corinthians-214.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385748970967282267/posts/default/4342191399915575426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385748970967282267/posts/default/4342191399915575426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeoftwy.blogspot.com/2011/06/2-corinthians-214.html' title='2 Corinthians 2:14'/><author><name>~Twy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972713884509080810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KJ9K7hL0A3Y/TlV88XIBbCI/AAAAAAAAALU/YuFoYpRx6ng/s220/twy2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8385748970967282267.post-6782434261744015976</id><published>2010-11-30T14:50:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T15:04:28.494-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bumper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accident'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='auto'/><title type='text'>My Back Bumper...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;....seems to attract all kinds of drivers. Actually, its not just my back bumper... my whole car seems to be a huge magnet for vehicles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When my friend Lilo and I went down to Seattle at the beginning of July, I was hit from behind and ended up needing a brand new bumper. During the weeks I had to wait for the appointment, everything seemed to be somewhat uneventful (driving-wise, haha !) til one evening on my way to Starbucks, a guy speeding up behind me passed me on a one-lane (as if I don't drive fast enough..) and scraped the side of my car. And let me say, it was not just as simple as exchanging information - cause he would not give me any of his info and in fact, left the scene. So I got to follow him around in circles while calling the cops, til he finally pulled over at 7-11 and waited til the cop showed up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That whole episode was long and drawn-out because the kid wouldn't come in to give a statment, but in the end they said he would be 100% responsible since he refused to come in (his car was actually a rental and he didn't even have any papers in the car )... which means now I can finally get the side of my car fixed - after almost 3 months !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THEEEEENNNN&lt;/strong&gt;.... as the weeks were passing as I waited for this particular section of car to get fixed, my neighbour backed his pickup truck into my car and hit my brand new bumper that I just had put on three weeks ago, with his hitch. So now I have a beautiful rusty square imprint on the bumper right beside a big huge crack he left. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The people at Buzz's Autobody Repair thank me. Without me, no Christmas bonus....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8385748970967282267-6782434261744015976?l=lifeoftwy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeoftwy.blogspot.com/feeds/6782434261744015976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeoftwy.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-back-bumper.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385748970967282267/posts/default/6782434261744015976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8385748970967282267/posts/default/6782434261744015976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeoftwy.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-back-bumper.html' title='My Back Bumper...'/><author><name>~Twy~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16972713884509080810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KJ9K7hL0A3Y/TlV88XIBbCI/AAAAAAAAALU/YuFoYpRx6ng/s220/twy2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
