<?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-799977025984633496</id><updated>2011-09-17T07:39:18.058-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nana Diary</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17028306699563814808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TRufNdLgVRI/AAAAAAAABjw/izIDCSg0HbA/S220/Diane.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799977025984633496.post-5909267755932602203</id><published>2010-12-18T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T13:25:10.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, Paree!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TQ0J7IPdR3I/AAAAAAAABjE/k7MyCPe-WZU/s1600/CIMG0956_edited-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TQ0J7IPdR3I/AAAAAAAABjE/k7MyCPe-WZU/s400/CIMG0956_edited-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The last glimpses of wonderful Paris!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TQ0K5g7QG4I/AAAAAAAABjY/9cq_Cz4phsE/s1600/CIMG0960_edited-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TQ0K5g7QG4I/AAAAAAAABjY/9cq_Cz4phsE/s320/CIMG0960_edited-1.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A feast for the eyes--detailed charm everywhere!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TLzQ468k0MI/AAAAAAAABh4/rtD1VPBU2gE/s1600/CIMG0950_edited-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TLzQ468k0MI/AAAAAAAABh4/rtD1VPBU2gE/s400/CIMG0950_edited-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Sidewalk grocers!&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Erin would so shop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TQ0LCqbNWRI/AAAAAAAABjc/u_v1HDIOowc/s1600/CIMG1007_edited-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TQ0LCqbNWRI/AAAAAAAABjc/u_v1HDIOowc/s400/CIMG1007_edited-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;However, I don't think Erin would shop here!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TLzRI-zQMCI/AAAAAAAABiA/jxQ4h0NfXlw/s1600/CIMG0953_edited-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TLzRI-zQMCI/AAAAAAAABiA/jxQ4h0NfXlw/s400/CIMG0953_edited-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;What or should I say 'who'&amp;nbsp;does this remind you of?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TLzPndyduoI/AAAAAAAABho/sfPcY5UYvu4/s1600/800PX-~1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TLzPndyduoI/AAAAAAAABho/sfPcY5UYvu4/s400/800PX-~1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;One of the original subway entrances located&amp;nbsp;in the Mon Marte District...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TLzQTv33crI/AAAAAAAABh0/P5U-THubHQ8/s1600/P1150207.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TLzQTv33crI/AAAAAAAABh0/P5U-THubHQ8/s320/P1150207.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE famous&amp;nbsp;seven story staircase to said above subway exit.&amp;nbsp; And to answer your question,&amp;nbsp;yes, we climbed every last&amp;nbsp;one.&amp;nbsp; Of course, Kara powered through to the top, while I took the more scenic route--enjoying the art on the walls! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TPQEh9wwSBI/AAAAAAAABio/JsUXDGUBseU/s1600/CIMG0988_edited-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="255" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TPQEh9wwSBI/AAAAAAAABio/JsUXDGUBseU/s320/CIMG0988_edited-1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I kept thinking, perhaps Marie (Antoinette), Victor (Hugo), or some historical event might have&amp;nbsp;happened right here on these very cobblestones!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TPQEw1q44iI/AAAAAAAABis/R0nnRCG3PJs/s1600/CIMG0987_edited-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TPQEw1q44iI/AAAAAAAABis/R0nnRCG3PJs/s400/CIMG0987_edited-1.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Charming&amp;nbsp;water well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TPQE2ipZpeI/AAAAAAAABiw/jGvAKTIOuic/s1600/CIMG0992.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TPQE2ipZpeI/AAAAAAAABiw/jGvAKTIOuic/s400/CIMG0992.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You have to love the story of&amp;nbsp; Saint Dennis, who was the Bishop of Paris in 250 AD.&amp;nbsp; He was beheaded by the pagan priests and it is said that upon his beheading, he picked up his head and walked six miles, all the while preaching a sermon!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He is the beloved and patron saint of Paris!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TPQE_rVMUWI/AAAAAAAABi0/vv31vvLZsL8/s1600/CIMG1000.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TPQE_rVMUWI/AAAAAAAABi0/vv31vvLZsL8/s400/CIMG1000.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You cannot go to Paris without a stop here.&amp;nbsp; This is the famous English bookstore that has seen the likes of Hemingway and Joyce.&amp;nbsp; Apparently struggling authors will work here while waiting to become famous.&amp;nbsp; Kara loved it!&amp;nbsp; I have to admit it had a lot of vintage charm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TPQFKbhS8vI/AAAAAAAABi4/r3OxHtKjxIE/s1600/CIMG1001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TPQFKbhS8vI/AAAAAAAABi4/r3OxHtKjxIE/s400/CIMG1001.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kara browsing--but alas, she did not find a book to buy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TLzPlsIAGDI/AAAAAAAABhk/KCzq9auSIgM/s1600/CIMG0947_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TLzPlsIAGDI/AAAAAAAABhk/KCzq9auSIgM/s400/CIMG0947_edited-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A shocking orange!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TQ0KJ-_8AII/AAAAAAAABjM/phND7wDO91M/s1600/CIMG0962_edited-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TQ0KJ-_8AII/AAAAAAAABjM/phND7wDO91M/s400/CIMG0962_edited-1.JPG" width="383" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;A little bit of yellow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TQ0KntX5YCI/AAAAAAAABjQ/2CjKE_DWH1E/s1600/CIMG0963.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TQ0KntX5YCI/AAAAAAAABjQ/2CjKE_DWH1E/s400/CIMG0963.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A&amp;nbsp;shot of green!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TLzRCSeG6II/AAAAAAAABh8/0pc3Z_BVvjQ/s1600/CIMG0951.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TLzRCSeG6II/AAAAAAAABh8/0pc3Z_BVvjQ/s400/CIMG0951.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And a&amp;nbsp;splash of pink!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TQ0Kx1ZTdiI/AAAAAAAABjU/E1vT6D2yLhQ/s1600/CIMG0967.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TQ0Kx1ZTdiI/AAAAAAAABjU/E1vT6D2yLhQ/s400/CIMG0967.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We cannot forget the blues!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TQ0LMVHjuLI/AAAAAAAABjg/NEs-u7Y1VIk/s1600/CIMG1008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TQ0LMVHjuLI/AAAAAAAABjg/NEs-u7Y1VIk/s640/CIMG1008.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And of course, who wouldn't want to&amp;nbsp;shop at this little gem?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TQ0LXlikd9I/AAAAAAAABjk/9AqHOi271vU/s1600/CIMG1010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TQ0LXlikd9I/AAAAAAAABjk/9AqHOi271vU/s320/CIMG1010.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;What a delightful city to explore.&amp;nbsp; I would go back again and again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799977025984633496-5909267755932602203?l=thenanadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5909267755932602203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2010/10/ah-paree.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/5909267755932602203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/5909267755932602203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2010/10/ah-paree.html' title='Ah, Paree!'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17028306699563814808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TRufNdLgVRI/AAAAAAAABjw/izIDCSg0HbA/S220/Diane.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TQ0J7IPdR3I/AAAAAAAABjE/k7MyCPe-WZU/s72-c/CIMG0956_edited-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799977025984633496.post-4488577821232744907</id><published>2010-11-29T08:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T08:48:58.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cathedrals--oh, My!</title><content type='html'>I was told before leaving for Paris that we should not miss&amp;nbsp;seeing the Chartres Cathedral.&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;AND&lt;/em&gt; that we should not miss the tour that was given by Malcolm Miller--the resident expert on everything you wanted to know about Chartres.&amp;nbsp; It was a 50 mile train ride from Paris, but Kara and I were intrigued, so we decided to go and learn all about Chartres.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TPPAlpkjR1I/AAAAAAAABiU/6Udi0bcPPhA/s1600/800px-France_Chartres_17th-c-engraving.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="231" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TPPAlpkjR1I/AAAAAAAABiU/6Udi0bcPPhA/s320/800px-France_Chartres_17th-c-engraving.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The town of Chartres is a mix of old and new...however, the old town&amp;nbsp;is pretty much clustered around the 1000 year old cathedral. The cathedral is impressive--very much on the&amp;nbsp;WOW scale of the&amp;nbsp;Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris.&amp;nbsp; Our expert, Malcolm Miller could be described as a crusty old Englishman, complete with thinning white hair and a light dusting of white on&amp;nbsp;his navy blazer's shoulders!&amp;nbsp; His whispers can be heard from afar, and when donning his mike for our lecture, well,&amp;nbsp; lets just say that he wasn't afraid of letting the other guides&amp;nbsp;know how he&amp;nbsp;really feels!&amp;nbsp; As a young man coming out of World War II, he was so taken with the Cathedral and&amp;nbsp;it's history, that&amp;nbsp;he&amp;nbsp;decided to make studying it a life long pursuit.&amp;nbsp; For the past&amp;nbsp;45 years, he lives 10 months out of the year studying and giving lectures about the Chartres Cathedral.&amp;nbsp; He gives two lectures a day and is famous&amp;nbsp;for&amp;nbsp;hardly&amp;nbsp;ever&amp;nbsp;repeating himself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TGnBFFdbAPI/AAAAAAAABe0/t035fV2fWv8/s1600/CIMG0948_edited-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TGnBFFdbAPI/AAAAAAAABe0/t035fV2fWv8/s400/CIMG0948_edited-1.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The cathedral is impressive.&amp;nbsp; It is huge.&amp;nbsp; It is a ancient marvel that is hard to comprehend given the implements that were available in the 1100's to construct such a massive building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TGnM2bGi1nI/AAAAAAAABfM/6REWymalhNE/s1600/384px-PorcheCentralNordCathedraleChartre041130-.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TGnM2bGi1nI/AAAAAAAABfM/6REWymalhNE/s400/384px-PorcheCentralNordCathedraleChartre041130-.jpg" width="255" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Both outside and in,&amp;nbsp;it is filled with ornate sculptures that depict biblical scenes, apostles and saints.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; There are stunning stained glass&amp;nbsp;windows&amp;nbsp;that tell biblical stories and depict the life of Christ.&amp;nbsp; Did&amp;nbsp;you know that the&amp;nbsp;windows and the&amp;nbsp;sculptures were the means used to teach&amp;nbsp;pilgrims about Christianity?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The cathedral is&amp;nbsp;a living monument to Christ and the scriptures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; To make a long story short,&amp;nbsp;prior to 794 AD, there had been several cathedrals constructed on this same property...all of which were&amp;nbsp;destroyed either by fire or war. &amp;nbsp;Malcolm said that when the the 794 cathedral was rebuilt,&amp;nbsp;it was given an ancient relic.&amp;nbsp; (Apparently&amp;nbsp;most of the famous&amp;nbsp;cathedrals built in the middle ages almost always had an ancient relic to encourage pilgrim visits and was a valuable source of income for the church.)&amp;nbsp; The relic was something&amp;nbsp;belonging to&amp;nbsp;a saint and&amp;nbsp;was believed to have the&amp;nbsp;power to&amp;nbsp;intercede on their behalf.&amp;nbsp; The Chartres relic was given by Charlemagne's grandson in 896 AD.&amp;nbsp; It is called&amp;nbsp;the Sancta Camisia, a garment supposedly worn by Mary when she gave birth to Jesus.&amp;nbsp; This relic still exists today and has been proven by modern day science to have been woven in the 1st century AD.&amp;nbsp; What is remarkable about this relic is that it survived a major fire that destroyed most of Chartres in 1194.&amp;nbsp; The people despaired that the relic had been destroyed, but a miraculous event occurred three days after the fire.&amp;nbsp; Some priests, along with the relic emerged from the cellars of the cathedral's crypt unscathed.&amp;nbsp; It was considered a miracle and a sign from Mary that that this cathedral&amp;nbsp;must be rebuilt.&amp;nbsp; Malcolm said that had the relic not survived in this manner, Chartres would have never been rebuilt!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The Chartres that we see today was completed in 30 years.&amp;nbsp; Thirty years?&amp;nbsp; This is unheard of--considering that the Notre Dame Cathedral&amp;nbsp;in Paris took over 200 years to complete.&amp;nbsp; The miracle of the Chartres's&amp;nbsp;Sancta Camisia truly inspired the artisans and workmen with uncommon zeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TGnRxLSXUrI/AAAAAAAABf0/0wBDBRvkcK8/s1600/3767451511_db1e88fee4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TGnRxLSXUrI/AAAAAAAABf0/0wBDBRvkcK8/s400/3767451511_db1e88fee4.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Inside the structure you are impressed with the majesty of the columns.&amp;nbsp; The inside of most Gothic cathedrals today are covered in black soot from hundreds of years use of candles and&amp;nbsp;cooking fires. (Apparently when pilgrims&amp;nbsp;came they would camp inside the cathedral!)&amp;nbsp; When you enter inside, you are struck by how dark and gloomy the&amp;nbsp;interior is.&amp;nbsp; However,&amp;nbsp;it was a thrill to witness&amp;nbsp;the stunning renovation taking place at Chartres.&amp;nbsp; They are in the process of cleaning the stone, which dispels the dark and gloomy atmosphere and breathes light and life back into to structure.&amp;nbsp; It is difficult to describe&amp;nbsp;the difference it makes to the&amp;nbsp;majesty of the building.&amp;nbsp; (By the way, the&amp;nbsp;French government&amp;nbsp;have declared that they will no longer allow live candles inside the cathedral--just the electric ones, in order to preserve the restoration.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TGnSABbcMeI/AAAAAAAABgc/ybQFfUzSGfY/s1600/4279446199_f9eccdd27b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TGnSABbcMeI/AAAAAAAABgc/ybQFfUzSGfY/s400/4279446199_f9eccdd27b.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;How amazing is this restoration?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;In addition to it's ancient relic, this cathedral has almost all of it's original stained glass windows.&amp;nbsp; Each individual&amp;nbsp;pane of glass is about 6 feet high--and the colors are bright and intense.&amp;nbsp; An interesting&amp;nbsp;fact is that in order to pay for the many windows,&amp;nbsp;patrons were found from all walks of life.&amp;nbsp; Furriers, bankers, carpenters all contributed&amp;nbsp;a window...how do we know this?&amp;nbsp; In each window there is usually something put in the scene that shows who the contributor was.&amp;nbsp;For example, in the&amp;nbsp;Assumption Window, there is a customer being served by a shoemaker!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TGnRu7xRu1I/AAAAAAAABfs/80R3TkHvc2U/s1600/2836912222_ec9874305a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TGnRu7xRu1I/AAAAAAAABfs/80R3TkHvc2U/s320/2836912222_ec9874305a.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TGnR8ZW4t0I/AAAAAAAABgU/B_zRboSoAis/s1600/2298219785_21c32eb3af.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TGnR8ZW4t0I/AAAAAAAABgU/B_zRboSoAis/s400/2298219785_21c32eb3af.jpg" width="286" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TGnYG0c-6TI/AAAAAAAABgk/agB7YnvoeDc/s1600/xti_8276.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TGnYG0c-6TI/AAAAAAAABgk/agB7YnvoeDc/s400/xti_8276.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Chartres also has a beautiful labyrinth maze on it's floor&amp;nbsp;that is still in use today.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; On the day that we visited, it was covered with chairs.&amp;nbsp; Apparently, it is only uncovered on Fridays and during the summer months.&amp;nbsp; Unsure as to it's original use, many walk it today in quiet contemplation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TGnRzzecDrI/AAAAAAAABf8/5LiKUBwvKik/s1600/163952956_7c8b80fa98.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="271" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TGnRzzecDrI/AAAAAAAABf8/5LiKUBwvKik/s400/163952956_7c8b80fa98.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TGnR2SyZMQI/AAAAAAAABgE/phpclFrNi0I/s1600/800px-Labyrinth_at_Chartres_Cathedral.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TGnR2SyZMQI/AAAAAAAABgE/phpclFrNi0I/s400/800px-Labyrinth_at_Chartres_Cathedral.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Chartres Cathedral was a joy to visit and certainly worth the time, travel and money to visit.&amp;nbsp; Would I go back?&amp;nbsp; Absolutely--who wouldn't want to see this beauty in all of its restored glory?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;PS:&amp;nbsp; Of course we went to Notre Dame in Paris.&amp;nbsp; That is also a must see.&amp;nbsp; Kara wanted to climb up it's&amp;nbsp;387 steps&amp;nbsp;to the tower and see what Quasimodo, the hunchback of Notre Dame would have seen.&amp;nbsp; (I preferred the contemplation&amp;nbsp;of sitting down inside!)&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately, we arrived after after 4:30 pm and the stairway was closed.&amp;nbsp; She was really disappointed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TJ5BVMaT7pI/AAAAAAAABg4/c_2M-jGvRvI/s1600/CIMG0911_edited-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TJ5BVMaT7pI/AAAAAAAABg4/c_2M-jGvRvI/s400/CIMG0911_edited-1.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TPPDTw-lM8I/AAAAAAAABik/BwjUY7d9--Y/s1600/CIMG1004_edited-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TPPDTw-lM8I/AAAAAAAABik/BwjUY7d9--Y/s400/CIMG1004_edited-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The flying buttresses were built to keep the cathedral from collapsing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We also went to the Basilique du Sacré Coeur in the Mon Marte District of Paris.&amp;nbsp; It is a&amp;nbsp; young cathedral, only about 200 years old.&amp;nbsp; But it is breathtakingly beautiful&amp;nbsp;inside and out...and the view is fabulous!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TJ5Du8eks4I/AAAAAAAABg8/m7qT22lbLc8/s1600/CIMG0971_edited-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TJ5Du8eks4I/AAAAAAAABg8/m7qT22lbLc8/s400/CIMG0971_edited-1.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Can you find Kara?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TJ5EGM9qO1I/AAAAAAAABhA/S5ffmMkGADE/s1600/CIMG0972_edited-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TJ5EGM9qO1I/AAAAAAAABhA/S5ffmMkGADE/s400/CIMG0972_edited-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Too bad the day was a little smoggy...it doesn't do the view justice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We also went to Saint Chappelle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TJ5HvNZVleI/AAAAAAAABhI/9etlSgYA660/s1600/_st-chappelle-exterior.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TJ5HvNZVleI/AAAAAAAABhI/9etlSgYA660/s400/_st-chappelle-exterior.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Saint Chappelle is a small&amp;nbsp;chapel, built in the 1300's to house the Crown of Thorns worn by Christ and other ancient relics attributed to Him.&amp;nbsp; It also has much of it's original stained glass and the chapel is&amp;nbsp;unique in that&amp;nbsp; stained glass&amp;nbsp;windows are on&amp;nbsp;three sides of the chapel,&amp;nbsp;allowing&amp;nbsp;light to fill the room.&amp;nbsp;(It should be noted that Notre Dame decided to take the&amp;nbsp;Crown of Thorns relic for their own.)&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TJ5FsLxZjCI/AAAAAAAABhE/CCrec5j2pP0/s1600/CIMG0909_edited-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TJ5FsLxZjCI/AAAAAAAABhE/CCrec5j2pP0/s320/CIMG0909_edited-1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TJ5KHUxO0KI/AAAAAAAABhM/hZYHvJTqPhg/s1600/231px-Sainte_Chapelle_-_Upper_level_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TJ5KHUxO0KI/AAAAAAAABhM/hZYHvJTqPhg/s640/231px-Sainte_Chapelle_-_Upper_level_1.jpg" width="322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;One could spend their whole time just visiting the many cathredrals in France.&amp;nbsp; Each has it's own story and charm.&amp;nbsp; Kara and I were thrilled with the few that we visited.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799977025984633496-4488577821232744907?l=thenanadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4488577821232744907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2010/11/cathedrals-oh-my.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/4488577821232744907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/4488577821232744907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2010/11/cathedrals-oh-my.html' title='Cathedrals--oh, My!'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17028306699563814808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TRufNdLgVRI/AAAAAAAABjw/izIDCSg0HbA/S220/Diane.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TPPAlpkjR1I/AAAAAAAABiU/6Udi0bcPPhA/s72-c/800px-France_Chartres_17th-c-engraving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799977025984633496.post-3319932693756983013</id><published>2010-04-19T13:15:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T09:28:14.068-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It is simply not fair...</title><content type='html'>The above&amp;nbsp;post title was a&amp;nbsp;common refrain that I expressed&amp;nbsp;again and again&amp;nbsp;to my darling Kara as we toured Paris and it's countyside. "How can one country...or city for that matter, have such an abundance of charm, antiquities, treasures, momuments--etc.? It is simply not fair!"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Incredible France has it all.&amp;nbsp; It has the best of the cathredrals, museums, art galleries,&amp;nbsp;architecture, language, fashion--well, you get the idea.&amp;nbsp; This city could charm the most jaded of travelers &lt;em&gt;AND&lt;/em&gt; Kara and I were no exception--not that we were jaded, but we were charmed from the top of our heads to the tips of our toes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Needless to say, it has been a &lt;em&gt;VERY&lt;/em&gt; long time since&amp;nbsp;I have hauled &amp;nbsp;my own luggage up and down the many flights of subway stairs; and&amp;nbsp;checked maps to figure out where we need to walk to next and then walking for what seemed&amp;nbsp;miles until we arrived at our destination--all the while, pulling a suitcase!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I must say that Kara&amp;nbsp;was amazing.&amp;nbsp; She figures things out in a nano second&amp;nbsp;and then strides off with confidence to the appointed place.&amp;nbsp; I use the word 'stride', because she is just like her dad in that regard--one of her strides is equal to&amp;nbsp;two or three of mine!&amp;nbsp; As a result, I was always trailing a wee bit behind her...until she would grab my hand, which forced me to keep up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S8fcp2a7stI/AAAAAAAABc0/UXorptw11ug/s1600/IMG_2044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S8fcp2a7stI/AAAAAAAABc0/UXorptw11ug/s640/IMG_2044.JPG" width="480" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Photo taken by Heidi&amp;nbsp;Linton&amp;nbsp;and copied from her blog!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Had we been in Japan, we would have been the perfect couple in reverse with me (the elder) walking respectfully a few steps behind her (the younger).&amp;nbsp; (Yes, Kara, I know&amp;nbsp;it was more than a few steps!)&amp;nbsp; The other amazing thing she did was to jump right in and use what&amp;nbsp;little French she had to communicate with everyone.&amp;nbsp;This was done with confidence and no hesitation!&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I was awestruck just watching her...it was then I became her mute companion in all things that required French!&amp;nbsp; It really was her fault&amp;nbsp;for making everything seem so effortless!&lt;br /&gt;Our hotel was just a few blocks from the Effiel Tower and the metro station--Thankfully!&amp;nbsp; I suppose you could say that our hotel was 'shabby chic'; but it was clean, had a&amp;nbsp;lovely guest service and very importantly, our very own little bathroom--Oh, and&amp;nbsp;an elevator..(which fit two americans comfortably, but 4 Frenchman with room to spare!)&amp;nbsp;I was grateful we didn't have to carry our luggage up to the 4th floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S8fboEJkxiI/AAAAAAAABck/u9UX-jskYoQ/s1600/CIMG1013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S8fboEJkxiI/AAAAAAAABck/u9UX-jskYoQ/s640/CIMG1013.JPG" width="480" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;After taking a brief rest, we decided to go and check out the Eiffel Tower.&amp;nbsp; It is the tallest structure in Paris and was built&amp;nbsp;between 1887-89 as the welcoming arch&amp;nbsp;for the World's Fair.&amp;nbsp; The amazing thing is&amp;nbsp;that the tower was supposed to be torn down after it's 20 year permit expired, but thankfully the French realized that it would not be a good thing to take down a monument that was fast gaining world approval.&amp;nbsp; The funny thing is, when it was first built many considered it to be a eyesore and a public embarrassement.&amp;nbsp; The masses amounts of steel used to construct it was just too ugly for the elegant eye of the local Parisians.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S6ltKCuhVXI/AAAAAAAABZ8/RC07LJHvn9k/s1600-h/CIMG0895_edited-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S6ltKCuhVXI/AAAAAAAABZ8/RC07LJHvn9k/s640/CIMG0895_edited-1.JPG" vt="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Guy de Maupassant, a famous&amp;nbsp;French&amp;nbsp;novelist was&amp;nbsp;said to have hated the tower with passion--so much so&amp;nbsp;that he ate there almost everyday!&amp;nbsp; When asked&amp;nbsp;why, he said it was the only place he could eat where&amp;nbsp;he would not have to look&amp;nbsp;at look at it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Ah, those French!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S6ls76kEzfI/AAAAAAAABZs/QBsfBTAPX5Y/s1600-h/CIMG0891_edited-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S6ls76kEzfI/AAAAAAAABZs/QBsfBTAPX5Y/s640/CIMG0891_edited-1.JPG" vt="true" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When we arrived at the tower, it was late afternoon and what&amp;nbsp; greeted us brought a smile and lots of memories.&amp;nbsp; There were limos lined up waiting for their wedding couples to have their pictures taken with the Tower as their background.&amp;nbsp; (Interestingly, the&amp;nbsp;couples were&amp;nbsp;from Asia.)&amp;nbsp; It reminded me&amp;nbsp;of the many&amp;nbsp;Japanese couples that would come to&amp;nbsp;Hawaii to&amp;nbsp;have their wedding pictures taken at&amp;nbsp;Waioli Tea Room--same craziness!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Some things never change!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S6ls1yk3mjI/AAAAAAAABZk/YVKXeSrGhh8/s1600-h/CIMG0893_edited-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S6ls1yk3mjI/AAAAAAAABZk/YVKXeSrGhh8/s400/CIMG0893_edited-1.JPG" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S6lssnkOSYI/AAAAAAAABZc/vfh4R_Mr_zo/s1600-h/CIMG0892_edited-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S6lssnkOSYI/AAAAAAAABZc/vfh4R_Mr_zo/s400/CIMG0892_edited-1.JPG" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;While there, we just happened to catch the Tower while&amp;nbsp;in it's&amp;nbsp;sparkle mode!&amp;nbsp; Breathtaking!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S6ltCVn7zRI/AAAAAAAABZ0/2prtf3dW0EU/s1600-h/CIMG0897_edited-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S6ltCVn7zRI/AAAAAAAABZ0/2prtf3dW0EU/s640/CIMG0897_edited-1.JPG" vt="true" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S6ltMa0vDdI/AAAAAAAABaE/Jv4-Mn1HYx8/s1600-h/CIMG0899_edited-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S6ltMa0vDdI/AAAAAAAABaE/Jv4-Mn1HYx8/s640/CIMG0899_edited-1.JPG" vt="true" width="378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Truly a momument for the ages!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Versailles--Chateau du Marie Antoinette!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S8fdu9z9zoI/AAAAAAAABc8/ZGMrEnJEsdI/s1600/MA-Signature.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="53" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S8fdu9z9zoI/AAAAAAAABc8/ZGMrEnJEsdI/s400/MA-Signature.jpg" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can still remember the first time I walked from the train station and into the waiting arms of Versailles.&amp;nbsp; It was magnificent, majestic and chicken skin all rolled into one!&amp;nbsp; It was like I had time traveled to&amp;nbsp;the court and intrigue of all of the famous Louis!&amp;nbsp; This time--it was still casting the same magic.&amp;nbsp; Of course, there were changes...improvements have continued to be made, making it all the more impressive.&amp;nbsp; In hindsight, Kara and I might have made an error of judgment.&amp;nbsp; Since she had visited Versailles last year, and I had toured the palace before, we decided to forego the palace visit and concentrate on Marie Antoinette's hamlet.&amp;nbsp; It was now restored and ready for visitors.&amp;nbsp; Kara didn't visit it last year because of time, and it was off limits when I was there many years ago.&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;IF&lt;/em&gt; we had an extra day, I would have loved to go back inside and relive the magic&amp;nbsp;that is&amp;nbsp;Versailles.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As we walked pass the palace and the incredible long line of people waiting to get in, we marveled at the detail in the landscaping.&amp;nbsp; Large trees sculpted and trimmed.&amp;nbsp; Statues by famous artists litter the grounds.&amp;nbsp; Fountains and a man made lake unfold before your wondering eyes.&amp;nbsp; It is hard to comprehend such attention to detail to create so much beauty...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S8epROdqvGI/AAAAAAAABaM/zoooD1BzUl0/s1600/CIMG0912_edited-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S8epROdqvGI/AAAAAAAABaM/zoooD1BzUl0/s400/CIMG0912_edited-1.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is Louis the XIV sculpted as Apollo, the sun god!&amp;nbsp; It is a glorious work of art!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Note the&amp;nbsp; prefectly retangular trees in the background.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S8fiOrHaJ6I/AAAAAAAABdc/vk5UC_RFCDQ/s1600/marieantoinette_young.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S8fiOrHaJ6I/AAAAAAAABdc/vk5UC_RFCDQ/s640/marieantoinette_young.jpg" width="459" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Young Marie!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marie Atoinette was Austrian.&amp;nbsp; Even though&amp;nbsp;she married Louis XVI and became his queen, she was considered a foreigner all of her life&amp;nbsp;and treated like an outcast.&amp;nbsp; As a result (and over time), she created a magical world away from the palace of Versailles (about a 30 minute walk).&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;She had her own little palace&amp;nbsp;and it&amp;nbsp;was called&amp;nbsp;the Petite Trianon.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Of course,&amp;nbsp;Louis also&amp;nbsp;had his own home just down the street from Marie's.&amp;nbsp; His was called Le Grand Trianon--for obvious reasons!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S8eqf-XHsZI/AAAAAAAABbE/Q51mQDX0mqY/s1600/CIMG0937_edited-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S8eqf-XHsZI/AAAAAAAABbE/Q51mQDX0mqY/s400/CIMG0937_edited-1.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kara making a memory in the backyard of Petite Trianon!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S8eqs5_JweI/AAAAAAAABbM/DmIM0WkCPhU/s1600/CIMG0938.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S8eqs5_JweI/AAAAAAAABbM/DmIM0WkCPhU/s400/CIMG0938.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is the front&amp;nbsp;view&amp;nbsp;of her &amp;nbsp;little palace.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;In order to visit Marie when she was there, you had to be invited.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Tucked away in the corner of the vast estate, her privacy was garanteed and she and her guests could relax without the prying eyes of&amp;nbsp;court.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;What did it look like inside?&amp;nbsp; Well, they wouldn't let us take pictures, but I found some of my favorite rooms on the internet...Check it out!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S8fh_Aau3JI/AAAAAAAABdE/uzXN_ZNkqbE/s1600/Versailles-Petit-Trianon-salon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="347" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S8fh_Aau3JI/AAAAAAAABdE/uzXN_ZNkqbE/s400/Versailles-Petit-Trianon-salon.jpg" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;This is the grand salon!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S8fiBZkSPQI/AAAAAAAABdM/tpAMiIFzT78/s1600/Versailles-petit-trianon-salon-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="308" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S8fiBZkSPQI/AAAAAAAABdM/tpAMiIFzT78/s400/Versailles-petit-trianon-salon-2.jpg" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;This is the less formal salon!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S8exy-ny7hI/AAAAAAAABb0/e5hXunOaihY/s1600/detail+at+Petite+Trianon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S8exy-ny7hI/AAAAAAAABb0/e5hXunOaihY/s640/detail+at+Petite+Trianon.jpg" width="480" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is the intricate detailing that you see on the walls in the above picture.&amp;nbsp; A stunner!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S8exxjSHACI/AAAAAAAABbs/hmvsE-AMwbw/s1600/MA+bedroom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S8exxjSHACI/AAAAAAAABbs/hmvsE-AMwbw/s640/MA+bedroom.jpg" width="480" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One of my favorite rooms...her bedroom.&amp;nbsp; Apparently the King could come and visit her during the day, but he was not allowed to sleep here.&amp;nbsp; Of course, if you could see the size of this bed, it was a miracle that it actually sleeps an adult--let alone two!&amp;nbsp; Obviously. she must have been a very tiny woman.&amp;nbsp; Her favorite flower was the cornflower, intermixed with pink roses.&amp;nbsp; This is a close-up of what the above print looked like.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S8flx3JZexI/AAAAAAAABdk/aaOeFvIPx9M/s1600/1407_xxl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S8flx3JZexI/AAAAAAAABdk/aaOeFvIPx9M/s400/1407_xxl.jpg" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;Dainty and Sweet!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;She had a Temple of Love&amp;nbsp;dedicated to Cupid&amp;nbsp;built on&amp;nbsp;the grounds for the enjoyment of young lovers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S8ep2JxiDGI/AAAAAAAABak/yfhyI7RkoUM/s1600/CIMG0913.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S8ep2JxiDGI/AAAAAAAABak/yfhyI7RkoUM/s640/CIMG0913.JPG" width="480" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;She also had this lovely little theatre constructed, where she and her friends&amp;nbsp;performed plays in full costume and make-up.&amp;nbsp;It has the capacity to seat 100&amp;nbsp;people and yes,&amp;nbsp;it is a charming as it looks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S8fqngL8QaI/AAAAAAAABds/0Xah3opAeGM/s1600/theatredelareine.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S8fqngL8QaI/AAAAAAAABds/0Xah3opAeGM/s400/theatredelareine.jpg" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And if that didn't provide enough entertainment, she built a grotto to&amp;nbsp;be&amp;nbsp;explored on hot, lazy days!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S8exw9YtuJI/AAAAAAAABbk/0dVHHrSolEQ/s1600/CIMG0936.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S8exw9YtuJI/AAAAAAAABbk/0dVHHrSolEQ/s400/CIMG0936.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is the panoramic view...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S8e5zcxxEpI/AAAAAAAABcU/ADnu7D25WDA/s400/CIMG0935.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is the&amp;nbsp;up-close and personal view!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S8zTmwshv5I/AAAAAAAABd8/u-WbtgtEiK4/s1600/CIMG0934_edited-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S8zTmwshv5I/AAAAAAAABd8/u-WbtgtEiK4/s640/CIMG0934_edited-1.JPG" width="480" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is Kara relaxing after exploring the grotto!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;But the craziness didn't end there.&amp;nbsp; Her crown jewel was a working farm and dairy hamlet.&amp;nbsp; She had fallen in love with pastoral paintings by Dutch and Flemish painters, and so she set out to create her own real version of what she loved in the paintings.&amp;nbsp; She and her friends would dress like simple milk maids and 'work' at the hamlet.&amp;nbsp; Gentle cows were chosen and kept cleaned so when they were milked by Marie and her entourage, it would be a sweet smelling and&amp;nbsp;calm experience.&amp;nbsp; The milk was put in Sevres Porcelain buckets--no tin pails for the queen!&amp;nbsp; Food grown from the gardens were served at mealtimes and the whole experience&amp;nbsp;fulfilled the dream of a pastoral paradise.&amp;nbsp; Only a few buildings from the hamlet survive today, and you can stroll along the paths and visualize what it must have been like at its zenith.&amp;nbsp; (Even though the buildings look charming and rural, apparently inside they were decorated with all the comforts found at the Petite Trianon.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S8epnsEnUcI/AAAAAAAABaU/BVT-a1fi2SE/s1600/CIMG0914_edited-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S8epnsEnUcI/AAAAAAAABaU/BVT-a1fi2SE/s400/CIMG0914_edited-1.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come and have a look around!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S8e5oa9pAvI/AAAAAAAABcM/reN-2gqWiAM/s1600/CIMG0916.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S8e5oa9pAvI/AAAAAAAABcM/reN-2gqWiAM/s640/CIMG0916.JPG" width="480" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Too bad we couldn't go inside!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S8fQZ-tzHYI/AAAAAAAABcc/QZ3qsncKW14/s1600/CIMG0927_edited-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S8fQZ-tzHYI/AAAAAAAABcc/QZ3qsncKW14/s640/CIMG0927_edited-1.JPG" width="480" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look at this funny old tree...I can just picture Marie and her children playing here!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S8eqFM5xUjI/AAAAAAAABas/7hKUEUdPiKQ/s1600/CIMG0917_edited-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S8eqFM5xUjI/AAAAAAAABas/7hKUEUdPiKQ/s400/CIMG0917_edited-1.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What word comes to mind when viewing this?&amp;nbsp; Pastoral!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S8eqRXZX23I/AAAAAAAABa0/kcX7ZpCL5n0/s1600/CIMG0928_edited-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S8eqRXZX23I/AAAAAAAABa0/kcX7ZpCL5n0/s400/CIMG0928_edited-1.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;Me, trying to be artistic in my photography!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S8eqZF92kvI/AAAAAAAABa8/T7thbSjuN_E/s1600/CIMG0933_edited-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S8eqZF92kvI/AAAAAAAABa8/T7thbSjuN_E/s400/CIMG0933_edited-1.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is Kara's photography skill--my arms are too short to do this!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S8eq2HX5z3I/AAAAAAAABbU/3NfV-8ULDLM/s1600/CIMG0930_edited-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S8eq2HX5z3I/AAAAAAAABbU/3NfV-8ULDLM/s400/CIMG0930_edited-1.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;While&amp;nbsp;there, and no where else,&amp;nbsp;she famously said, "Je&amp;nbsp;suis moi."&amp;nbsp; I am me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Of course, you all know how her story ends.&amp;nbsp; But the irony is that Marie Antoinette, hated and&amp;nbsp;considered an interloper all of her life,&amp;nbsp;has made France synonomous with her name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS:&amp;nbsp; She never did say, "Let them eat cake!"&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799977025984633496-3319932693756983013?l=thenanadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3319932693756983013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2010/04/it-is-simply-not-fair.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/3319932693756983013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/3319932693756983013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2010/04/it-is-simply-not-fair.html' title='It is simply not fair...'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17028306699563814808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TRufNdLgVRI/AAAAAAAABjw/izIDCSg0HbA/S220/Diane.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S8fcp2a7stI/AAAAAAAABc0/UXorptw11ug/s72-c/IMG_2044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799977025984633496.post-591005195728873976</id><published>2010-03-09T17:37:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T00:21:06.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AFRICA!</title><content type='html'>Did you know that The United States of America, Western Europe, Argentina, China, British Isles and India can all fit inside the continent of Africa&amp;nbsp;and there will still be&amp;nbsp;land leftover?&amp;nbsp;Did you know that Africa is the name of the continent, but it actually&amp;nbsp;has&amp;nbsp;54&amp;nbsp;individual countries within it's borders?&amp;nbsp; What an amazingly&amp;nbsp;complex continent--which in October of 2009 we were lucky enough to visit!&lt;br /&gt;One of the first things I noticed when we arrived in Jo'burg,&amp;nbsp;South Africa&amp;nbsp;(that is what the locals call Johannesburg) was how similar it was to&amp;nbsp;the many&amp;nbsp;large cities throughout the world.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;(I guess I was expecting it to look like what&amp;nbsp;Accra, Ghana looked like!)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;As we were lucky to be arriving in October, the Jacaranda Trees were in full blossom, and oh,&amp;nbsp;what a delight to behold.&amp;nbsp; It was like a purple canopy had been&amp;nbsp;hung&amp;nbsp;throughout&amp;nbsp;the city!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S4xcRwylZkI/AAAAAAAABVU/uskZnQ6cjc0/s1600-h/CIMG0785_edited-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S4xcRwylZkI/AAAAAAAABVU/uskZnQ6cjc0/s400/CIMG0785_edited-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S4xckXNNcEI/AAAAAAAABVc/mOF44sJX1L0/s1600-h/CIMG0783_edited-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S4xckXNNcEI/AAAAAAAABVc/mOF44sJX1L0/s400/CIMG0783_edited-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We had a wonderful social gathering&amp;nbsp;at this residence.&amp;nbsp; It was like a colonial oasis nestled in the midst of concrete and steel--oh, what a glorious view!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S5Zv4q3x8bI/AAAAAAAABYk/28hIG13bg2s/s1600-h/CIMG0774_edited-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S5Zv4q3x8bI/AAAAAAAABYk/28hIG13bg2s/s400/CIMG0774_edited-1.JPG" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S5Zv-bMEIUI/AAAAAAAABYs/WQzIGZnXgaU/s1600-h/CIMG0776_edited-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S5Zv-bMEIUI/AAAAAAAABYs/WQzIGZnXgaU/s400/CIMG0776_edited-1.JPG" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On Sunday I attended church in this historic chapel.&amp;nbsp; IF I am remembering correctly, it was the first chapel built in JoBerg.&amp;nbsp; It was charming and you would have loved meeting the saints that attend there! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S5ZwIZTUAnI/AAAAAAAABY0/Zl8mDUgeGZQ/s1600-h/CIMG0779_edited-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S5ZwIZTUAnI/AAAAAAAABY0/Zl8mDUgeGZQ/s640/CIMG0779_edited-1.JPG" vt="true" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In between our South Africa trip and our West Africa trip, we had a day, a&amp;nbsp;night and the next day to take in a Safari.&amp;nbsp; We traveled&amp;nbsp;for about&amp;nbsp;4 hours to get to the Madikwe&amp;nbsp;Game Park Reserve.&amp;nbsp; It is a smaller game reserve,and&amp;nbsp;not as&amp;nbsp;well known as some&amp;nbsp;others in&amp;nbsp;Africa, but it was pretty wonderful all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S5ZxMTFYh4I/AAAAAAAABY8/jrQIgu-yfeM/s1600-h/CIMG0795_edited-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S5ZxMTFYh4I/AAAAAAAABY8/jrQIgu-yfeM/s400/CIMG0795_edited-1.JPG" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When we were about&amp;nbsp;30 minutes&amp;nbsp;from the reserve, we had a tire blowout on our van!&amp;nbsp; It was pretty exciting; however, what was really fun was watching our crew change the tire in white shirts and ties!&amp;nbsp; Dad did try to help, but they wouldn't let him!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S4xgM1yZN6I/AAAAAAAABVs/VHt0VyelVvw/s1600-h/CIMG0789.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S4xgM1yZN6I/AAAAAAAABVs/VHt0VyelVvw/s400/CIMG0789.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S4xgVBVcx0I/AAAAAAAABV0/w_CLc_4MVtQ/s1600-h/CIMG0787.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S4xgVBVcx0I/AAAAAAAABV0/w_CLc_4MVtQ/s400/CIMG0787.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S4xdpLhzR8I/AAAAAAAABVk/bLq3pgaiDYg/s1600-h/CIMG0791.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S4xdpLhzR8I/AAAAAAAABVk/bLq3pgaiDYg/s400/CIMG0791.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When we arrived, we were given instructions on how to get to&amp;nbsp;and from our rooms to the main&amp;nbsp;structure where we would have our meals and leave for our evening and morning safari.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S5s8EmpKLoI/AAAAAAAABZU/LvKuZI-12YM/s1600-h/CIMG0796_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="398" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S5s8EmpKLoI/AAAAAAAABZU/LvKuZI-12YM/s400/CIMG0796_edited-1.jpg" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We were told that it was an open animal reserve, and therefore, we could not walk to&amp;nbsp;and from our rooms without an armed guide (our ranger man is the one standing with his feet apart).&amp;nbsp; Apparently, large game&amp;nbsp;frequents the premises and we needed to be protected from a possible&amp;nbsp;attack!&lt;br /&gt;When we were&amp;nbsp;taken to our room, I&amp;nbsp;thrilled!&amp;nbsp; Don't you think it looks like something&amp;nbsp;"Out of Africa?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S43Oz8l3mjI/AAAAAAAABWM/3tSP0LDNiFY/s1600-h/CIMG0797_edited-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S43Oz8l3mjI/AAAAAAAABWM/3tSP0LDNiFY/s400/CIMG0797_edited-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After we unpacked, we met back at the main house for the evening safari.&amp;nbsp; We were told that under no circumstances were we to stand up&amp;nbsp;in the vehicle to take photos.&amp;nbsp; The animals were used to seeing the&amp;nbsp;vehicle, but anyone standing&amp;nbsp;would signal danger and they could attack.&amp;nbsp; Of course, we were all obedient and elected to&amp;nbsp;remain seated.&amp;nbsp; Our&amp;nbsp;ranger&amp;nbsp;had&amp;nbsp;a rifle&amp;nbsp;set on the dashboard, along with lots of&amp;nbsp;bullets--size? Huge!&amp;nbsp; I guess if you are going to take down a rhino or a lion, you want to make sure the bullet will get the job done!&amp;nbsp; Seated on a chair attached to the front&amp;nbsp;hood of the vehicle, was our scout.&amp;nbsp; He was a young&amp;nbsp;African man who&amp;nbsp;has made it his life's work to study tracking animals.&amp;nbsp; It is not like being at&amp;nbsp;the zoo, where they are all contained in certain areas.&amp;nbsp; On safari, you just start driving&amp;nbsp;through&amp;nbsp;miles of wilderness bush&amp;nbsp;until&amp;nbsp;the tracker spots something and tells the&amp;nbsp;ranger to stop.&amp;nbsp;I could find the animal when we were almost on top of them...our scout spotted them well before that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S4cDPDsYnmI/AAAAAAAABU8/heJZN1JmgUA/s1600-h/CIMG0800.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S4cDPDsYnmI/AAAAAAAABU8/heJZN1JmgUA/s400/CIMG0800.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S43RL3nXRnI/AAAAAAAABWc/XCnuYE7NMh0/s1600-h/CIMG0804_edited-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S43RL3nXRnI/AAAAAAAABWc/XCnuYE7NMh0/s400/CIMG0804_edited-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Our biggest thrill on the night drive?&amp;nbsp; LIONS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S4cAzadTtKI/AAAAAAAABUs/ccEZ3Vx8sTA/s1600-h/CIMG0822_edited-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S4cAzadTtKI/AAAAAAAABUs/ccEZ3Vx8sTA/s400/CIMG0822_edited-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S4cAdVlUD0I/AAAAAAAABUc/ONg995lNrWk/s1600-h/CIMG0816_edited-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S4cAdVlUD0I/AAAAAAAABUc/ONg995lNrWk/s400/CIMG0816_edited-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S4cCIwwwe_I/AAAAAAAABU0/ArITfKGj6ts/s1600-h/CIMG0825_edited-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S4cCIwwwe_I/AAAAAAAABU0/ArITfKGj6ts/s400/CIMG0825_edited-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We were so close--within 6 feet!&amp;nbsp; And they couldn't care less that a truck full of people were whispering, pointing and snapping photos of them.&amp;nbsp; (Not even one person stood up--I wonder why?)&amp;nbsp; They looked a little on the lean side, but I am sure their&amp;nbsp;nightly hunt fixed that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;About 2 hours into the&amp;nbsp;safari, we stopped in the&amp;nbsp;middle of the&amp;nbsp;bush and had a cold drinks and appetizers to keep us sustained until dinner.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My camera&amp;nbsp;wouldn't cooperate&amp;nbsp;taking&amp;nbsp;photos of this&amp;nbsp;event...but this picture will give you an idea of what I am talking about!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Civilization in the middle of bush country!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S5V_iXGdcHI/AAAAAAAABWs/AYEjp2bJG7U/s1600-h/CIMG0833_edited-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S5V_iXGdcHI/AAAAAAAABWs/AYEjp2bJG7U/s400/CIMG0833_edited-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After the evening safari was over, we came back to the main house, had a marvelous outdoor dinner surrounded by a very high fence&amp;nbsp;and then were escorted back to our rooms when the evening was done.&amp;nbsp; When we opened our doors, this is what greeted our eyes...Magical!&amp;nbsp; I almost expected Meryl Streep to be lounging on the couch, ready to tell us a story!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S5V_sVh5GAI/AAAAAAAABW0/4wsorVjIYaA/s1600-h/CIMG0838_edited-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;img border="0" height="300" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S5V_sVh5GAI/AAAAAAAABW0/4wsorVjIYaA/s400/CIMG0838_edited-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The next morning we were up at dawn's first light--anxious to see more animals.&amp;nbsp; Our goal was to see the "The Big Five"--(safari talk for&amp;nbsp;the five prized&amp;nbsp;big game animals--&amp;nbsp;the Lion, Cape Buffalo, Elephant, Rhino and Leopard because they are the most difficult to hunt on foot!&amp;nbsp; We managed to see that morning:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S5WAChADbHI/AAAAAAAABW8/18jq8dRfl18/s1600-h/CIMG0844_edited-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S5WAChADbHI/AAAAAAAABW8/18jq8dRfl18/s400/CIMG0844_edited-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Cape Buffalo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S5WAOW9xncI/AAAAAAAABXE/MOK-P8dMUm0/s1600-h/CIMG0842_edited-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S5WAOW9xncI/AAAAAAAABXE/MOK-P8dMUm0/s400/CIMG0842_edited-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Zebra and Red Lechwe (deer)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S5WA89KA1sI/AAAAAAAABXc/2AxwtZqa5n8/s1600-h/CIMG0847_edited-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S5WA89KA1sI/AAAAAAAABXc/2AxwtZqa5n8/s400/CIMG0847_edited-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Love&amp;nbsp;those stripes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S5WAa7EmoVI/AAAAAAAABXM/6y51Jzh5900/s1600-h/CIMG0850_edited-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S5WAa7EmoVI/AAAAAAAABXM/6y51Jzh5900/s640/CIMG0850_edited-1.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Giraffes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S5WDLSIxxdI/AAAAAAAABX0/-9brdsblsSc/s1600-h/CIMG0849_edited-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S5WDLSIxxdI/AAAAAAAABX0/-9brdsblsSc/s640/CIMG0849_edited-1.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Check out&amp;nbsp;his magnificent coat and the wee friend taking a breather!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Did we get to see the all of the Big Five?&amp;nbsp; Well, we did see a leopard, but it was running so fast that no one was able to get a photo of it.&amp;nbsp; I know,&amp;nbsp;I know, likely story...just like the one that got away, but I speak the truth!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;To sum it all up, we&amp;nbsp;saw the Lion, the Cape&amp;nbsp;Buffalo, a Leopard--which makes three!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;However, on our way back to&amp;nbsp;our rooms, we heard&amp;nbsp;some shouts from our neighbors to come and see&amp;nbsp;a herd of elephants that were drinking water out of their jacuzzi.&amp;nbsp; This was so much fun to watch!&amp;nbsp; Their trunks were writhing like snakes as they all&amp;nbsp;vied for a place to get a drink!&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I was sad we didn't get to see the&amp;nbsp;Rhino, but four out of the big&amp;nbsp;five is not&amp;nbsp;too bad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S5WBU3qhfAI/AAAAAAAABXs/rCCT9okj7B0/s1600-h/CIMG0860.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S5WBU3qhfAI/AAAAAAAABXs/rCCT9okj7B0/s400/CIMG0860.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S5WDhaVoxWI/AAAAAAAABX8/hWp8aaANy34/s1600-h/CIMG0865_edited-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S5WDhaVoxWI/AAAAAAAABX8/hWp8aaANy34/s400/CIMG0865_edited-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They got their drink and now they are ready for a relaxing water bath at the nearby pond!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After the Safari, we left JoBerg for Accra, Ghana.&amp;nbsp; This is beautiful country is more&amp;nbsp;African looking&amp;nbsp;than JoBerg.&amp;nbsp; The men and women carry lots of different things on their heads.&amp;nbsp; They set up their kiosks on the side of the road--no one need ever leave their car to go shopping.&amp;nbsp; There is a magnificent temple in Accra, and the most beautiful children anywhere.&amp;nbsp; Their names often reflect character traits...Like Happy, Blessing, Joy, Kindness...well, you get the picture.&amp;nbsp; This darling little girl is aptly&amp;nbsp;named Happy!&amp;nbsp; Don't you love it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S5WH_ZWNyLI/AAAAAAAABYE/H0NHspEjpas/s1600-h/CIMG0884_edited-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="326" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S5WH_ZWNyLI/AAAAAAAABYE/H0NHspEjpas/s400/CIMG0884_edited-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This magnificent sister is Happy's mommy!&amp;nbsp; She only speaks French, but we loved each other from the moment we met!&amp;nbsp; Oh, I think everyone should plan a trip to Africa!&amp;nbsp; I know I want to go back...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S5WMcMEc9YI/AAAAAAAABYM/UO-bB_TV1Ak/s1600-h/CIMG0888.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S5WMcMEc9YI/AAAAAAAABYM/UO-bB_TV1Ak/s400/CIMG0888.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Up next?&amp;nbsp; France!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799977025984633496-591005195728873976?l=thenanadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/591005195728873976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2010/03/africa.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/591005195728873976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/591005195728873976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2010/03/africa.html' title='AFRICA!'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17028306699563814808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TRufNdLgVRI/AAAAAAAABjw/izIDCSg0HbA/S220/Diane.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S4xcRwylZkI/AAAAAAAABVU/uskZnQ6cjc0/s72-c/CIMG0785_edited-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799977025984633496.post-8490185508491758733</id><published>2010-02-22T18:00:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T18:04:28.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>While I was...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While I was_________(I have no legitimate excuses) what did I &amp;nbsp;miss blogging about?&amp;nbsp;A few things come to mind... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S2ZEEzwqD1I/AAAAAAAABR4/cAzdz9TbjV8/s1600-h/CIMG0701.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S2ZEEzwqD1I/AAAAAAAABR4/cAzdz9TbjV8/s400/CIMG0701.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Dad's 60th Birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S4Rkc6DE7II/AAAAAAAABS8/nCkLhhsEU54/s1600-h/CIMG0703.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S4Rkc6DE7II/AAAAAAAABS8/nCkLhhsEU54/s640/CIMG0703.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;His Fabulous Cake...Everything but the ribbon was chocolate!&amp;nbsp; A Hallstrom dream come true...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Align Center" border="0" class="gl_align_center" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;A trip to Canada with Brett, Julianne and kids...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S4Rp6cMiMrI/AAAAAAAABTk/4hoOnaYBvmY/s1600-h/CIMG0685_edited-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S4Rp6cMiMrI/AAAAAAAABTk/4hoOnaYBvmY/s400/CIMG0685_edited-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ellie is excited to get going!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S4RqIqzUQSI/AAAAAAAABTs/LjW-4lH4qdc/s1600-h/CIMG0687_edited-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S4RqIqzUQSI/AAAAAAAABTs/LjW-4lH4qdc/s640/CIMG0687_edited-1.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Emma and Ellie at&amp;nbsp;my parent's 24th of July Pioneer Day party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S4RqTbrCC8I/AAAAAAAABT0/JgcacD09RA4/s1600-h/CIMG0690_edited-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S4RqTbrCC8I/AAAAAAAABT0/JgcacD09RA4/s400/CIMG0690_edited-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ryan at Drumheller posing with a new friend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A quick jaunt in August&amp;nbsp;with Erin, Kara and Bri to Cedar City for the wonderful Shakespeare Festival! (Unfortunately, Julianne was not able to go--hopefully next time!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S2ZFmCpc3aI/AAAAAAAABSI/ByxBwWhKSjk/s1600-h/CIMG0745.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S2ZFmCpc3aI/AAAAAAAABSI/ByxBwWhKSjk/s320/CIMG0745.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Of course, we soon wondered what there was to do in Cedar City 'whils't waiting for a play to begin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S2ZHd-sl1-I/AAAAAAAABSw/_se7tEpo0Wc/s1600-h/CIMG0722_edited-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S2ZHd-sl1-I/AAAAAAAABSw/_se7tEpo0Wc/s320/CIMG0722_edited-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We never did find out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S2ZGP_LoPFI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZZTJYP46Br8/s1600-h/CIMG0723_edited-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S2ZGP_LoPFI/AAAAAAAABSQ/ZZTJYP46Br8/s400/CIMG0723_edited-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;But the plays were fabulous and the outdoor theatre was so William Shakespeare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S4RkpTeKGXI/AAAAAAAABTE/jGXV6DYTIy8/s1600-h/CIMG0742_edited-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S4RkpTeKGXI/AAAAAAAABTE/jGXV6DYTIy8/s640/CIMG0742_edited-1.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Spending a 'few' with the Bard himself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S4Rky0kI3zI/AAAAAAAABTM/gNCm4l29MqM/s1600-h/CIMG0725_edited-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S4RlZPNMdJI/AAAAAAAABTc/1HHw6aFFSRI/s1600-h/CIMG0766.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S4RlZPNMdJI/AAAAAAAABTc/1HHw6aFFSRI/s640/CIMG0766.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A trip to Nauvoo in September for a Mission Presidents' Seminar. Fabulous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S4Rr-YE5FKI/AAAAAAAABT8/jy1WjkZUr6A/s1600-h/CIMG1120.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S4Rr-YE5FKI/AAAAAAAABT8/jy1WjkZUr6A/s640/CIMG1120.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wonderful Thanksgiving where Erin, Kara, Emma and Ellie were good sports!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S4RsHzNaT_I/AAAAAAAABUE/Nmjxnh78GoA/s1600-h/CIMG1145_edited-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S4RsHzNaT_I/AAAAAAAABUE/Nmjxnh78GoA/s320/CIMG1145_edited-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Our first Christmas being together&amp;nbsp;in North Salt Lake in four years!&amp;nbsp; So much fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I missed posting about Brett's Birthday, Breezy's birthday, Erin's birthday, Julianne's birthday and Ryan's birthday. Whew! What a sad state of affairs! I will be better&amp;nbsp;this year! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About our&amp;nbsp;trip to Africa,&amp;nbsp;France and England--I simply have to blog about in greater detail, as there is so much to share! So be prepared!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I am back...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S01SkHiBKcI/AAAAAAAABQg/Wk59idzh6qo/s1600/CIMG0701.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799977025984633496-8490185508491758733?l=thenanadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8490185508491758733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2010/02/while-i-was.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/8490185508491758733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/8490185508491758733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2010/02/while-i-was.html' title='While I was...'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17028306699563814808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TRufNdLgVRI/AAAAAAAABjw/izIDCSg0HbA/S220/Diane.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/S2ZEEzwqD1I/AAAAAAAABR4/cAzdz9TbjV8/s72-c/CIMG0701.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799977025984633496.post-3052901961700812913</id><published>2009-07-24T07:42:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T07:42:00.701-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Emma turns nine!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344582351665016706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SivFVP_Qr4I/AAAAAAAABMw/roWc54TM4Dg/s400/IMGP1971.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My goodness...she is nine. When did that happen? And look at how tall and beautiful she is! When she was born, she was so tiny--she looked liked a baby bird! When we left for Japan, I was worried that whenever we came home, she would have nothing to do with me. I used to say little prayers...Please let this little baby let me hold her! AND my prayers were answered. She loved us every single time and came to us with no hesitation!  How darling was that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a big help to her mother and father in taking care of Ellie and Ryan.   Sometimes, we forget how many times we ask her to fetch or do something. She has never complained. She gets up quickly and accomplishes the task...and always with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344582903270732274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SivF1W4T8fI/AAAAAAAABNI/V5TC_7LHhIQ/s400/IMGP1973.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Ellie adores Emma. &lt;em&gt;IF&lt;/em&gt; she could, she would sleep in the same room and same bed with Emma forever! (They remind me of some other sisters I know that are crazy about spending time with each other.) She is an avid reader, an exceptional pianist, and an excellent student--so in the words of Grandma Hallstrom...&lt;em&gt;we are are humbly proud of our beautiful granddaughter!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344583397989358642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SivGSJ2bHDI/AAAAAAAABNQ/WRw0gn1H5TE/s400/IMGP1950.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Her aunts adore her and she adores them. She is especially happy that Erin is back in Utah! No more tearful hellos and goodbyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344582898547901794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SivF1FSTRWI/AAAAAAAABNA/somanX0r-U0/s400/IMGP1931.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As grandparents, we are so thrilled that heaven sent beautiful Emma to our family. Happy Birthday, darling Emma! WE LOVE YOU!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344582895310508578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SivF05OckiI/AAAAAAAABM4/o1-NKIIkJsY/s400/IMGP1951.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799977025984633496-3052901961700812913?l=thenanadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3052901961700812913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2009/07/emma-turns-nine.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/3052901961700812913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/3052901961700812913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2009/07/emma-turns-nine.html' title='Emma turns nine!'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17028306699563814808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TRufNdLgVRI/AAAAAAAABjw/izIDCSg0HbA/S220/Diane.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SivFVP_Qr4I/AAAAAAAABMw/roWc54TM4Dg/s72-c/IMGP1971.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799977025984633496.post-5496176482419388528</id><published>2009-06-21T00:00:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T08:24:43.891-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our bags are packed and we're ready to go...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;It has been four amazing, life changing years. We have traveled all throughout Asia and witnessed so many things--Acts of faith, saints of faith and the increasing of our faith. We have seen many of the marvels found in Asia and we were fortunate to live in one of the most beautiful and fascinating cities in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here are just a few of the things I shall miss! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349710907574462946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/Sj39ufkCKeI/AAAAAAAABPo/Ghjr4sWZuYA/s400/Gandan_Monestary__girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349707635138268530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/Sj36wAycjXI/AAAAAAAABPg/62k2oFwNsuU/s400/CIMG0650.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349712446645501810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/Sj3_IFDKf3I/AAAAAAAABPw/JSO7MjAoo40/s400/CIMG0238.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Adorable children!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344164282031734850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SipJGZPVAEI/AAAAAAAABIc/iSuXmLb3poU/s400/IMGP0109.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Star Ferry...a delightful 8 minute ride across the harbor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349705263957628162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/Sj34l_c7VQI/AAAAAAAABPI/zXWPmWLqfYo/s400/IMGP1605.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The gorgeous flower stalls that make having fresh flowers so affordable! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344165232515762162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SipJ9uEYR_I/AAAAAAAABIk/Hvtg0QCioqA/s400/Peak+View+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;This view from The Peak showcasing Hong Kong's spectacular city lights !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344562090289482098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/Siuy54e5SXI/AAAAAAAABLQ/r3HWxWH_NLA/s400/CIMG0602.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our spectacular round window--what a glorious view! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344544330781250994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SiuiwJKLVbI/AAAAAAAABJ4/l8pAjphiuoI/s400/CIMG0501.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Our unique building at 118 Gloucester Road--home for the past 4 years.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344548166683458530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SiumPbAh--I/AAAAAAAABK4/Nj-i7SBdCi0/s400/CIMG0484.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tuesdays at the temple--serving with my dear Chinese sisters.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349689188652733810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/Sj3p-SRk1XI/AAAAAAAABN4/ABbdksYJsZQ/s400/CIMG0661.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Teaching Friday Institute class--the senior couple sisters are pure delight!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344546500195293122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/Siukua2yl8I/AAAAAAAABKw/OvJACiF_QZ8/s400/CIMG0488.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bus #260 that takes me to Stanley for shopping and brings me back home--dropping me off right in front of our building!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344546491779903122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/Siukt7gZ7pI/AAAAAAAABKg/UjTo2XdCitQ/s400/CIMG0575.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344544338222881618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/Siuiwk4Zm1I/AAAAAAAABKI/7G8jiMYYh_4/s400/CIMG0492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344544342654882930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/Siuiw1ZElHI/AAAAAAAABKY/V3FqT4pGZn0/s400/CIMG0573.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The many changing faces of the 'Ding Ding'!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344544334811203730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SiuiwYK_iJI/AAAAAAAABKA/dt6Okg_FmaU/s400/CIMG0486.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344546494580261426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SiukuF8EAjI/AAAAAAAABKo/rRRa5UF5png/s400/CIMG0489.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Funny little cars and vanity plates that cost...well, you really don't want to know &lt;strong&gt;how much&lt;/strong&gt; vanity costs in Hong Kong!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344551246359560162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SiupCrsh_-I/AAAAAAAABLA/LtKIdf2lpzI/s400/San+Pan++Ride.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Watching the charming San Pan make it's many harbor voyages from our big window!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344562966286602770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/Siuzs304khI/AAAAAAAABLo/UyxQzcm7C8w/s400/CIMG0583.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Glimpses &lt;em&gt;of beauty in unexpected places!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344562970284359682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SiuztGuBgAI/AAAAAAAABLw/ABGJX1IVZoY/s400/CIMG0578.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sheer amazement at how many people will buy their meat from the wet markets...especially on hot, humid days!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349715690860490786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/Sj4CE6sSsCI/AAAAAAAABQA/-GrnJh4UyGg/s400/CIMG0648.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trying on saris in Bangalore India--('cause if I didn't live in Hong Kong, this wouldn't have happened!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349707629949065106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/Sj36vtdPl5I/AAAAAAAABPY/QbUFEsETh84/s400/CIMG0649.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Then posing with my sari dresser!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349705265920277314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/Sj34mGw2-0I/AAAAAAAABPQ/_GfhlSqatlI/s400/IMGP1597.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349693249840202866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/Sj3tqrYHxHI/AAAAAAAABOA/U39jKUo5K7Q/s400/CIMG0588.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Familiar dear faces--Irene, Matthew, Christy and Connie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349693258186517090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/Sj3trKeCamI/AAAAAAAABOQ/TTUfG3aVptM/s400/CIMG0516.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mary and Glen's visit--remember how they came with two suitcases, went home with 5--oh, and they have a very large box in our shipment!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349700022501772306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/Sj3z05geDBI/AAAAAAAABO4/4B74sdq4ms8/s400/CIMG0569.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2fb269ba7c175caa" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2fb269ba7c175caa%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330226103%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D85677B7DEBB91552E476E5A7706DF7B3933054C5.799ECA86F3FABAC43998AC08FB2A034029173DD8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2fb269ba7c175caa%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DuQVQGAsoml3CWn2ToR7az0K5FHo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2fb269ba7c175caa%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330226103%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D85677B7DEBB91552E476E5A7706DF7B3933054C5.799ECA86F3FABAC43998AC08FB2A034029173DD8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2fb269ba7c175caa%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DuQVQGAsoml3CWn2ToR7az0K5FHo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bamboo scaffolding...just watch it go up!&lt;/em&gt; (so they are not the fastest climbers in Hong Kong, but at least you get the idea of how it is done.) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349697526934395538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/Sj3xjoy12pI/AAAAAAAABOo/B1-TZtxRCSs/s400/IMGP0615.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349697536860742050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/Sj3xkNxd4aI/AAAAAAAABOw/11VRvglTShw/s400/CIMG0094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349697523063347442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/Sj3xjaX6WPI/AAAAAAAABOg/vKRsfCoN4SY/s400/IMGP0126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349714055043326562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/Sj4AlszFomI/AAAAAAAABP4/HtgCcll3zss/s400/IMGP1283.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sharing Asia with Brett, Julianne, Emma, Ellie and Ryan--Erin, Kara, Adam and Bri and of course, Laurel--watching them all fall in love with Hong Kong!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a41a63be4ca571e7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da41a63be4ca571e7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330226103%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D56574C82DE868454F0FDD824D520092F3B61C34F.25C7F15417A1800022E7E524E7DCFD4E2337B700%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da41a63be4ca571e7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSWNP0LgINJBy4kF6haKdu8d078k&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da41a63be4ca571e7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330226103%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D56574C82DE868454F0FDD824D520092F3B61C34F.25C7F15417A1800022E7E524E7DCFD4E2337B700%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da41a63be4ca571e7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSWNP0LgINJBy4kF6haKdu8d078k&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Impromptu video moments by Erin and Laurel! AND fixing dad lunch every day...(just kidding on that one!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c6b67b5f17d82f71" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc6b67b5f17d82f71%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330226103%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D680FEE445DA06CEA01ACCBA593EEC30E4938AB57.3996F633A2EDFFC3186A701BF32E389B6344718D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc6b67b5f17d82f71%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmOK0Bzy81zqArSxy7jLfGyp-H3E&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc6b67b5f17d82f71%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330226103%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D680FEE445DA06CEA01ACCBA593EEC30E4938AB57.3996F633A2EDFFC3186A701BF32E389B6344718D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc6b67b5f17d82f71%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmOK0Bzy81zqArSxy7jLfGyp-H3E&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A sendoff that will never be forgotten!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799977025984633496-5496176482419388528?l=thenanadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2fb269ba7c175caa&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a41a63be4ca571e7&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c6b67b5f17d82f71&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5496176482419388528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-bags-are-packed-and-were-ready-to.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/5496176482419388528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/5496176482419388528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-bags-are-packed-and-were-ready-to.html' title='Our bags are packed and we&apos;re ready to go...'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17028306699563814808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TRufNdLgVRI/AAAAAAAABjw/izIDCSg0HbA/S220/Diane.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/Sj39ufkCKeI/AAAAAAAABPo/Ghjr4sWZuYA/s72-c/Gandan_Monestary__girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799977025984633496.post-3444219500592336387</id><published>2009-06-13T00:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T01:58:19.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Material Girl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344182001155447650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SipZNyHoG2I/AAAAAAAABI0/0HBtzfBfJpE/s400/IMGP1980.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Going to the Lo Wu Commercial Plaza in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Shenzhen&lt;/span&gt;, China, is an adventure. We (my friends and I) fondly refer to it as the great and spacious building. It is five floors filled with hundreds of shops selling anything and everything. As you walk down the isles, hands reach out to grab you and the refrain is always, "Missy, Missy, you take a look?" The first time I went, I was so overwhelmed and scared to death to stop and browse for fear of being pressured into buying something that I didn't want! However, with experience, I conquered my fears and found it to be a fun challenge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344182017895966258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SipZOwe4JjI/AAAAAAAABJU/E-pfeNeB_Ew/s400/CIMG0260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sandi, the gal in the navy blouse and red necklace, introduced me to Rosie, our tailor. All of us go to her!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344551984906978242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/Siuptq_9Q8I/AAAAAAAABLI/RTG0mol4GaU/s400/CIMG0572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Rosie is a marvel and her skills have created many outfits--jackets, pants, skirts, coats, pajamas are just a few of things she has made. A custom tailored jacket and skirt, including the fabric will cost about 40 dollars US.   However, the real fun begins when you go to the 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; floor to choose your fabric. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The selection of fabric is so so...what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344182009241411874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SipZOQPeISI/AAAAAAAABJE/SpgOQr-Yp3Q/s400/IMGP1585.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344182015608694066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SipZOn9jJTI/AAAAAAAABJM/wFQiUU5SoAE/s400/IMGP1587.jpg" border="0" /&gt;These two pictures give you a glimpse of the fabrics available! Most yardage here goes for about $3.00 US /meter. Of course, if you really want to save money on fabric, we go to the fabric district in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hong&lt;/span&gt; Kong. It is strictly a street experience, with very few fabric stores.  My best price per yard? $1.00 US. The choices are not the same as in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Shenzhen&lt;/span&gt;, but you can find some wonderful bargains! &lt;strong&gt;So. Much. Fun.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Fabric shopping at home just can't compete!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344543398301656914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/Siuh53Zt51I/AAAAAAAABJs/WF9oexg4qjM/s400/CIMG0551.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344543388296019730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/Siuh5SIL_xI/AAAAAAAABJk/EhsZpOY4clI/s400/CIMG0550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799977025984633496-3444219500592336387?l=thenanadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3444219500592336387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2009/06/material-girl.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/3444219500592336387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/3444219500592336387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2009/06/material-girl.html' title='Material Girl!'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17028306699563814808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TRufNdLgVRI/AAAAAAAABjw/izIDCSg0HbA/S220/Diane.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SipZNyHoG2I/AAAAAAAABI0/0HBtzfBfJpE/s72-c/IMGP1980.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799977025984633496.post-27937864889638344</id><published>2009-06-09T00:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T00:48:55.307-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We're on the move!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Almost all of the Manoa Hallstroms, (as we used to be called) have been on the &lt;em&gt;move&lt;/em&gt; these past few weeks. Erin moved from Denver into our home in North Salt Lake. Brett and Julianne moved from our home into their new home in Woods Cross, Bountiful. Adam and Bri moved from their apartment in Pleasant Grove into their new home in Lehi. And now, we are moving from our apartment in Hong Kong back to our home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is amazing how much one can accumulate while living in the shopping capital of the world! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needing to be packed:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344578335944584946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SivBrgQ5rvI/AAAAAAAABL4/iQx1bXwivYM/s400/CIMG0590.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344578360846340226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SivBs9B8UII/AAAAAAAABMY/SwHTOayrWFM/s400/CIMG0593.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344578345872152674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SivBsFP0WGI/AAAAAAAABMI/TtLsszr4yhM/s400/CIMG0595.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344578341879647842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SivBr2X7jmI/AAAAAAAABMA/NDIQxTF4k98/s400/CIMG0594.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The packers and Gail--who sat and supervised their packing!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344578354427898322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SivBslHqqdI/AAAAAAAABMQ/fb6v5liTWHo/s400/CIMG0597.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The crating and boxing--everything completed by 4 pm.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344579226023305714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SivCfUENIfI/AAAAAAAABMg/tMNo-816WE4/s400/CIMG0599.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now all that remains is the unpacking and finding places for everything--that will begin on June 30th! Oh, what fun!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799977025984633496-27937864889638344?l=thenanadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/27937864889638344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2009/06/hallstroms-on-move.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/27937864889638344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/27937864889638344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2009/06/hallstroms-on-move.html' title='We&apos;re on the move!'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17028306699563814808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TRufNdLgVRI/AAAAAAAABjw/izIDCSg0HbA/S220/Diane.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SivBrgQ5rvI/AAAAAAAABL4/iQx1bXwivYM/s72-c/CIMG0590.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799977025984633496.post-5044309950882277070</id><published>2009-06-04T07:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T00:15:14.109-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Killing Fields...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335669466959652130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SgwbHFEHJSI/AAAAAAAABHU/SCASKU2QlW0/s400/IMGP0626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I have wanted to post about this for a long time--but not wishing to offend anyone, I kept putting if off. However, I strongly feel that a visit to Cambodia is not complete without visiting that part of history that cannot not be ignored. In 1973, Pol Pot overthrew the government of Cambodia and established a military controlled regime. (In 1973, I was a young mother just starting a new life in Hawaii...absorbed in my life, not realizing what was happening in Cambodia.) Pol Pot was brutal. He had the same convictions as Chairman Mao and believed that all who were educated or of an upper class needed to be repatriated--which he did through work camps and death squads. Almost everyone living in Cambodia today has suffered the loss of family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;Just outside of Phenom Phen, there is a quiet grove of trees that at first glance looks to be a small park. In actuality, it is one of many groves where thousands of Cambodians were taken (many after being tortured), to die a brutal death. When approaching the grove, the first thing you see a large Stupa. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335669461939097538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SgwbGyXHj8I/AAAAAAAABHM/IV44GHB1gWs/s400/IMGP0624.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It is a memorial to the dead, and houses the skulls of over 8,000 people. The brutal methods of killing are irrefutable when gazing at the remains. Scattered throughout the grove, you can see mounds of dirt and holes. The mounds are the remaining mass graves that have been left in peace. The holes signify that the bodies have been removed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335669476920356994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SgwbHqK7cII/AAAAAAAABHs/2tD_xhh475A/s400/IMGP0632.JPG" border="0" /&gt;As you walk along the path, you are touched and horrified by the bits of cloth and bone that has worked it's way to surface. Then you realized that the path is only for today's walk--back then it was a part of the mass graves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335669472060421586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SgwbHYEOtdI/AAAAAAAABHc/oO9sNiTgBXI/s400/IMGP0629.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335669476077702642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SgwbHnCBjfI/AAAAAAAABHk/q77kpggI-wg/s400/IMGP0628.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Their brutality was chilling. Trees were used to hang loudspeakers to muffle the cries of death. Trees were used as killing instruments on small children--they didn't want to waste their bullets. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335671288141408690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SgwcxFfrabI/AAAAAAAABH8/08yYb55A_wQ/s400/IMGP0634.JPG" border="0" /&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335671797909349794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SgwdOwh05aI/AAAAAAAABIM/BTkS6KtdLBk/s400/IMGP0630.jpg" border="0" /&gt;These groves are called 'The Killing Fields." Today, they are the caretakers of their dead, standing as a witness against man's inhumanity to man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799977025984633496-5044309950882277070?l=thenanadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5044309950882277070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2009/05/killing-fields.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/5044309950882277070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/5044309950882277070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2009/05/killing-fields.html' title='The Killing Fields...'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17028306699563814808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TRufNdLgVRI/AAAAAAAABjw/izIDCSg0HbA/S220/Diane.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SgwbHFEHJSI/AAAAAAAABHU/SCASKU2QlW0/s72-c/IMGP0626.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799977025984633496.post-1891279646796562020</id><published>2009-05-14T00:00:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T02:33:13.086-06:00</updated><title type='text'>'YA YA'...It's Happy Birthday Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334390249084176754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SgePqzH4SXI/AAAAAAAABF4/OKPcPvE1f3U/s400/IMGP0047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Today is the Bear's birthday! I am so excited to share with all of you some of the wonderful things we love about this daughter of ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334390234179047666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SgePp7mOEPI/AAAAAAAABFY/3i3UJNdmo7g/s400/CIMG0506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Several years ago, Kara coined the phrase, 'YA YA,' in our family whenever something &lt;strong&gt;wonderful&lt;/strong&gt; was about to, or had happened. She had everyone saying it, from little 2 year old Ellie on up! (Well, okay, not her dad!) So this Ya Ya is for you, bear--the third Ya is how the chinese would say it! (this is my tailor's sewing machine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335106876018530610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/Sgobb-fUGTI/AAAAAAAABGw/RwrP5kbes_Q/s400/IMGP0099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;She loves her sisters and they are the best of friends! They get a little crazy at times when they are together, but the predominant theme is always lots of love and laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334390246025315922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SgePqnulxlI/AAAAAAAABFw/hghGURoxoHY/s400/IMGP0049.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kara lights up a room with her witticisms and humor. She manages to have everyone laughing whether they want to or not! Brett has always been her biggest fan--and she his! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335108015377086130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SgoceS7j9rI/AAAAAAAABG4/Lg36UBnwEwU/s400/CIMG0476.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Of course, we cannot forget her &lt;em&gt;'little fan club&lt;/em&gt;." Kara dotes on them--they are so lucky to have such a darling aunti! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335116943231459698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/Sgokl9x6oXI/AAAAAAAABHA/Vawd7RWwRU4/s400/Imported_Photos_00048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;You may know that she is a budding seamstress. (&lt;em&gt;See?&lt;/em&gt; A mother's dream really can come true.) How would it be to sew one's creations on a pink and white sewing machine &lt;em&gt;AND&lt;/em&gt; one that Project Runway endorses? That is so Kara!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334404835957537730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/Sgec73df-8I/AAAAAAAABGo/traWSsWhhKw/s400/3383070245_e4b7e63876.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Add to that her knitting skills, her gift for writing, her decorating talents, her 'luck' in finding incredible shopping bargains and you begin to see what a multi-talented gal she is! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334403953093179538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SgecIeiO-JI/AAAAAAAABGA/fpPXpp-tKZc/s400/IMGP0116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Her enthusiasm for travel is becoming legendary. She has a book about a 1000 places to see before you die...which she is diligently checking off. She has been to Hong Kong, China, Japan, Bali, England, Norway, Sweden, Denmark, France and the list continues. YA YA for Kara!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334403963345584210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SgecJEumQFI/AAAAAAAABGY/fGVxQopsulE/s400/IMGP0236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Kara has always loved animals. We had Patches, (her cat) Twinkles, (her bunny), and a stinky little white mouse called Mickey. When we went to Thailand, we had to walk down to the baby elephant pen, so Kara could exclaim, 'Oh, look at the cute widdle babies,' and other baby talk anecdotes that had the mama elephant a little worried!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334403959050755058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SgecI0uoW_I/AAAAAAAABGQ/xMJZzBBVNK4/s400/IMGP0142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We adore her! We love her bear hugs! We love her beautiful smile! But most of all, we love that she is our daughter. Happy Birthday darling Kara! YA YA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799977025984633496-1891279646796562020?l=thenanadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1891279646796562020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2009/05/ya-yaits-happy-birthday-time.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/1891279646796562020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/1891279646796562020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2009/05/ya-yaits-happy-birthday-time.html' title='&apos;YA YA&apos;...It&apos;s Happy Birthday Time!'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17028306699563814808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TRufNdLgVRI/AAAAAAAABjw/izIDCSg0HbA/S220/Diane.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SgePqzH4SXI/AAAAAAAABF4/OKPcPvE1f3U/s72-c/IMGP0047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799977025984633496.post-1699392686705434156</id><published>2009-05-02T06:09:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T20:31:08.284-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It Made Me Tear!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;A view from the street&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331202700866208514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/Sfw8nEq7wwI/AAAAAAAABEo/wB6-Ki01VUM/s400/Yikes%21.bmp" border="0" /&gt;In December of 2005, we had an exciting event happen right outside of our building. Right up the street from where we live is the Hong Kong Convention Center. It is a wonderful looking building that hosts many conventions throughout the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331218516094636994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SfxK_o_OU8I/AAAAAAAABFQ/tO7Eo_LQDWY/s400/CIMG0365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This particular event was the World Trade Organization Conference. Because of the sensitive nature of the talks, it was expected that there would be lots of protests during the days that they were convened. Sure enough, the protesters didn't disappoint, and the streets around Gloucester Road were cordoned off and filled with approximately 10,000 protesters--3000 of them from Korea! Because it took place in front of our building, we could neither go in or out during the 3 days that they were camped outside--AND church was cancelled for our building. Basically, we were under house arrest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331202714758349570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/Sfw8n4bFAwI/AAAAAAAABE4/oV5I0I_ueBo/s400/DSC00578.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt; Most of the time, the protesters sat peacefully on the road!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331202704942891250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/Sfw8nT25API/AAAAAAAABEw/E4izPhR3PM0/s400/DSC00573.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Of course, where their are protesters, you will also have the police! Several news stories reported that there were 9,000 police on duty. I am not sure if that is accurate, but I do know that a lot of them were outside of our building.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331202695741646210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 352px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/Sfw8mxlJJYI/AAAAAAAABEg/mMJ6tJeqZBs/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some police standing in the alcove of our building!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Here is a quote from a news story about what happened on Saturday night...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;"On the Saturday of the summit the protests escalated as a concerted attempt was made to shut the WTO. Faced by lines of police the demonstrators tried to push their way into the conference centre. They but were met by vicious attacks by the police who used pepper spray, riot shields and batons to beat them back. At one point the police used a water cannon and fire extinguishers against the demonstration. Then without warning three rounds of tear gas were fired into the crowd melting it back away from the police lines. Another five rounds were later fired at the remaining protesters until all were cordoned off on a main road."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We were witnesses to the tear gas. When the melee erupted, it was a confusing mass of uniforms and protesters shoving at each other. We (Dad, the Garns, and the Oakes) were standing on the 12th floor balcony, watching this unfold. When the tear gas was released, it took about 40 seconds for it to reach us. It was unbelievable how fast acting it was! My eyes were smarting and immediately began tearing. My throat was raw and I began to cough. We quickly ran back into the apartment and closed the door--not venturing back out for the rest of the evening. It took about 15 minutes for the effects of the tear gas to go away. I learned first hand what a powerful weapon it can be.  I would highly recommend wearing a gas mask if at an event where tear gas is on the program! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799977025984633496-1699392686705434156?l=thenanadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1699392686705434156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-made-me-tear.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/1699392686705434156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/1699392686705434156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-made-me-tear.html' title='It Made Me Tear!'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17028306699563814808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TRufNdLgVRI/AAAAAAAABjw/izIDCSg0HbA/S220/Diane.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/Sfw8nEq7wwI/AAAAAAAABEo/wB6-Ki01VUM/s72-c/Yikes%21.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799977025984633496.post-8169834416417602114</id><published>2009-04-10T00:13:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T00:13:00.902-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This is one cute Birthday Girl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311148398609946914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SbT9VDCH2SI/AAAAAAAAA_w/soKdpPXl-mk/s400/IMGP1966.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Today Ellie turns six! SIX! Can you believe it? Where did the time go? How is this possible? All through these years, our little Elizabeth has managed to win hearts and make us all 'humbly proud' that she belongs to our family. Ellie is a charmer and has no lack of friends! If her friends could have their way, Ellie would always be at their homes playing! She loves her sister, Emma with all her heart, and dotes on Ryan! She is blessed to have a loving mommy and daddy who constantly watch over her, not to mention Grandparents and Aunti's and Uncles who adore her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311148393351731202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SbT9Uvcd2AI/AAAAAAAAA_o/C0DVnfvGj5k/s400/IMGP1933.JPG" border="0" /&gt;She and I love to run errands together...and luckily for me, she is crazy about all things girly--hoorah, hoorah!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Running Errands in Hong Kong on the MTR!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311149733065589394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SbT-iuRJApI/AAAAAAAABAg/UDJM-BSYxMU/s400/IMGP0601.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And on the streets where I live! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311150705525241410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SbT_bU9ltkI/AAAAAAAABAo/vg2c0x8265A/s400/IMGP0594.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her first birthday kiss in Hong Kong!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311148419099985330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SbT9WPXVBbI/AAAAAAAABAA/l4_IZUdgUS4/s400/IMGP0544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;AND her second!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311149718559626658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SbT-h4OplaI/AAAAAAAABAQ/n-ubz4S1EaU/s400/IMGP0568.jpg" border="0" /&gt;AND now for a big Birthday hug!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311157062979677682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SbUFNYU17fI/AAAAAAAABBQ/TxCRcWToFOU/s400/IMGP0581.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her adoring fans from Mainland China! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311157054670406834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SbUFM5XwhLI/AAAAAAAABBI/lbOdRQLcxqM/s400/IMGP0578.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                              Her Bette Davis eyes...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311152941388708114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SbUBdeM-uRI/AAAAAAAABAw/2NtD0unFSUU/s400/IMGP0610.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                          Goin' local--Hawaiian style!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311148412046098274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SbT9V1FjP2I/AAAAAAAAA_4/4kwZB5uDUGU/s400/IMGP1706.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pulling a 'whatever face' with Aunti Erin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311152956454164658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SbUBeWU3WLI/AAAAAAAABBA/Ph6rexAjPx4/s400/3187265507_b605c5cc89.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Happy Happy Birthday, Ellie Belle! You are dearly loved in Hong Kong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799977025984633496-8169834416417602114?l=thenanadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8169834416417602114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-is-one-cute-birthday-girl.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/8169834416417602114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/8169834416417602114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-is-one-cute-birthday-girl.html' title='This is one cute Birthday Girl!'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17028306699563814808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TRufNdLgVRI/AAAAAAAABjw/izIDCSg0HbA/S220/Diane.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SbT9VDCH2SI/AAAAAAAAA_w/soKdpPXl-mk/s72-c/IMGP1966.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799977025984633496.post-2285183327348991257</id><published>2009-03-29T00:26:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T00:26:00.982-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Adam Stewart!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today is Adam's birthday and he is all by himself--sniff, sniff.  However, what fun it is to wish him a very 'Happy Birthday' via the blog world.  &lt;em&gt;Everyone&lt;/em&gt; in our family loves this man who stole Bri's heart! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nice try Grandpa--but it was not to be!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311136343237536578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SbTyXVRXK0I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/825Rw_9fQxA/s400/Got+YA!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only Adam could steal the heart of Bri!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311136354331182018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SbTyX-mSw8I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/MjipIzQV7HU/s400/big+smiles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He is kindhearted, hardworking and blessed with a delightful wit which keeps us continually smiling or laughing! He passed the Emma, Ellie and Ryan test very early on during his courtship of Bri--and when Erin and Kara quickly approved there were smiles all around! Oh, I should also mention he sings like star and has strong family values!  He loves his family and has come to love ours as well--&lt;em&gt;Whew&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;                                                           (&lt;em&gt;He plays the guitar too!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311136341615016290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SbTyXPOheWI/AAAAAAAAA_I/ZscdVsJ8uAs/s400/IMG_0570.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So on this very special day...Know that we are thinking of you and wishing you a year full of many wonderful blessings!  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311140941283611778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SbT2i-U-VII/AAAAAAAAA_g/_0lQvCnSmXc/s400/IMGP1960.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(It really is just the two of them so far... that little guy belongs to Brett &amp;amp; Julianne)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799977025984633496-2285183327348991257?l=thenanadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2285183327348991257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-adam-stewart.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/2285183327348991257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/2285183327348991257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-adam-stewart.html' title='Happy Birthday Adam Stewart!'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17028306699563814808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TRufNdLgVRI/AAAAAAAABjw/izIDCSg0HbA/S220/Diane.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SbTyXVRXK0I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/825Rw_9fQxA/s72-c/Got+YA!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799977025984633496.post-353645266508810008</id><published>2009-03-28T00:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T00:00:00.157-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What Did She Win?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317025623907596898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/ScneolapemI/AAAAAAAABEI/ARWH6DvDMqI/s400/CIMG0443.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here you go Laurel! I hope it is worth the wait!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799977025984633496-353645266508810008?l=thenanadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/353645266508810008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-did-she-win.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/353645266508810008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/353645266508810008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-did-she-win.html' title='What Did She Win?'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17028306699563814808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TRufNdLgVRI/AAAAAAAABjw/izIDCSg0HbA/S220/Diane.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/ScneolapemI/AAAAAAAABEI/ARWH6DvDMqI/s72-c/CIMG0443.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799977025984633496.post-3184102527211576429</id><published>2009-03-26T00:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T00:00:01.343-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Before we leave Mongolia, I simply had to share this...</title><content type='html'>Mongolia is unique. It is the only country I know of that boasts of Contortionist gymnastics as a national sport...please check this out. I could scarcely believe my eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-dbbfd8d8f0e37c3f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddbbfd8d8f0e37c3f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330226103%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D82B73BB3022E530C7815F79AB480151BFF52DC89.7133FB72FAA2306D3A5EC8B1B0F900D29F9DC09C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddbbfd8d8f0e37c3f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DArUIU83ZgWj1IEgN3KMjd3B3zsQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddbbfd8d8f0e37c3f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330226103%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D82B73BB3022E530C7815F79AB480151BFF52DC89.7133FB72FAA2306D3A5EC8B1B0F900D29F9DC09C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddbbfd8d8f0e37c3f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DArUIU83ZgWj1IEgN3KMjd3B3zsQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And now for a bit of authentic Mongolian culture. The man in the green is performing "Turvan Throat Singing." Not as easy as you would think!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-41516304076bb489" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D41516304076bb489%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330226103%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D83BB8C0614BA35216B9A4106F2F4464D84BE75FB.2E6D144C9DC56D81D23BA8CDDF120F3799C53656%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D41516304076bb489%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DIUDYPVL5sNtI0vtdORNsAYQLXtE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D41516304076bb489%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330226103%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D83BB8C0614BA35216B9A4106F2F4464D84BE75FB.2E6D144C9DC56D81D23BA8CDDF120F3799C53656%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D41516304076bb489%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DIUDYPVL5sNtI0vtdORNsAYQLXtE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799977025984633496-3184102527211576429?l=thenanadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=41516304076bb489&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=dbbfd8d8f0e37c3f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3184102527211576429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2009/03/before-we-leave-mongolia-i-simply-had.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/3184102527211576429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/3184102527211576429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2009/03/before-we-leave-mongolia-i-simply-had.html' title='Before we leave Mongolia, I simply had to share this...'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17028306699563814808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TRufNdLgVRI/AAAAAAAABjw/izIDCSg0HbA/S220/Diane.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799977025984633496.post-5494036460966696541</id><published>2009-03-23T04:52:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T07:36:47.114-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mongolia Revisited</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;This is a view of Ulan bator from the place where this land was dedicated for the preaching of the gospel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316354535011519698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/Scd8SEdmDNI/AAAAAAAABC0/lBCBfTS7Jfc/s400/CIMG0318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is how missionaries in Mongolia dress for their everyday tracting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316372257117705858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SceMZoc-FoI/AAAAAAAABD8/sVI-FINspFk/s400/Jan._31_Arriving_(5).jpg" border="0" /&gt;And this is what a cloak room looks like when missionaries have removed their winter coats in preparation for a meeting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316354526089940786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/Scd8RjOhjzI/AAAAAAAABCs/qkf8junwO1g/s400/CIMG0267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;While there, the temperature was a wee bit chilly...with averages in the minus 20's and 30's. You can feel the cold on your face, (face ache) and in your lungs when you breathe...(lung ache). However, being a former Canadian gal with deep roots in this kind of weather, it was nothing I couldn't handle--at least for 60 seconds or so! It is so cold there, that even the animals must have some winter clothing! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316354545281079714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/Scd8SquDGaI/AAAAAAAABDE/RTQtIrlbTP8/s400/CIMG0351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We visited with two families in their Gers (tent homes). What a lovely experience it was! A Ger, if you remember, is a tent like structure that is completely movable. It is toasty warm in the winter and cool in the summer. The first Ger we visited belonged to this young couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316336844044939666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/ScdsMUeesZI/AAAAAAAABBs/P4tbIKec87E/s400/CIMG0278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;When we stepped into the Ger, the parents turned off their television, much to the dismay of their little boy. (Mind you, the television was not playing anything that would interest a child...he just liked having it on!) Ger's come in many sizes...but the ones we visited were 9-10 feet in diameter. The furniture hugs the perimeter, leaving the center open for the stove and a table with chairs. This young mother loves bright colors. Look how cute her cupboards and washstand are!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316336834217780818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/ScdsLv3gJlI/AAAAAAAABBk/tU1cHideZ0I/s400/CIMG0284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316336859496724658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/ScdsNOCeOLI/AAAAAAAABB0/U5OjaLrecSI/s400/CIMG0286.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Their beds are put away during the day, to give them more room to work and play. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316354518685574178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/Scd8RHpL5CI/AAAAAAAABCk/IWHBoWpI3HA/s400/CIMG0314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The second Ger belongs to this woman. She was born in this very same Ger and raised her own family here as well. (&lt;em&gt;she is one year younger than me&lt;/em&gt;). This picture reveals the strength of her testimony. She is holding her temple sealing certificate. Look at the bookshelf behind her. It contains her most prized possessions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316350736836352994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/Scd40_KEW-I/AAAAAAAABCU/VceCuKxg6Nk/s400/CIMG0307.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Here she is showing us how she puts the wood in her stove. This stove is not very large, but performs many duties besides cooking and baking. It is used for heating water for personal use, washing clothes and taking baths. Can you imagine how much effort that must take? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316350723087888210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/Scd40L8Lb1I/AAAAAAAABCM/szoOvG507HM/s400/CIMG0301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This stove is so hot, I can only imagine the challenge it must be to keep little children from getting burned. Her table was filled with refreshments that she had made especially for us. It is amazing to me how much time and effort she must have gone through accomplished this beautiful table! (FYI: We were so relieved when we found out that we were not being served warmed fermented mare's milk--just good old cow's milk! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316350741353963826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/Scd41P_JoTI/AAAAAAAABCc/CbCSOGX-lw8/s400/CIMG0310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;She shared with us her testimony and how much joy the gospel has brought to her life and the lives of her children. One of her greatest joys was being sealed to her husband and children in the Hong Kong Temple a couple of years ago. I am so grateful to have experienced this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look what else we found driving around the countryside. Yes, seeing is believing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316354539436396066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/Scd8SU8kTiI/AAAAAAAABC8/aD9rq0uGP6g/s400/CIMG0325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316359848627411026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SceBHXOWGFI/AAAAAAAABDM/qnk6zVmU0Ko/s400/CIMG0340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;AND what Latter-day gospel event does this remind you of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316359865043194754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SceBIUYLE4I/AAAAAAAABDU/xpnJ0c70Jks/s400/CIMG0342.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Now you cannot go to Mongolia without sensing the powerful influence of Genghis Khan. Look at this amazing monument built to him in that resides in the middle of nowhere! It is HUGE! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316361228049363602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SceCXp-KspI/AAAAAAAABDc/KRv3elckeUI/s400/CIMG0346.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316361240156200674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SceCYXEqXuI/AAAAAAAABDk/sA3tcC-KFIg/s400/CIMG0348.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We walked all the way up to the horse's head to get this view of a Ger camp! I shot this picture using my zoom setting. Can you get a sense of how high up we were?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316361243966264178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SceCYlRDU3I/AAAAAAAABDs/NKawwGaI5WE/s400/CIMG0349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;On our last night there, we had a member missionary meeting. We were expecting around 800 saints. We ended up with 1400 in attendance. This is a picture of the choir! They were spectacular! The more I visited this beautiful country, the more I love it's people and history. I am grateful that the gospel is in Mongolia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316368867836154370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SceJUWZR0gI/AAAAAAAABD0/BlcqXj4_uBY/s400/CIMG0354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799977025984633496-5494036460966696541?l=thenanadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5494036460966696541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2009/03/mongolia-revisited.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/5494036460966696541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/5494036460966696541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2009/03/mongolia-revisited.html' title='Mongolia Revisited'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17028306699563814808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TRufNdLgVRI/AAAAAAAABjw/izIDCSg0HbA/S220/Diane.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/Scd8SEdmDNI/AAAAAAAABC0/lBCBfTS7Jfc/s72-c/CIMG0318.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799977025984633496.post-6839044169560525580</id><published>2009-03-17T00:00:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T00:00:01.086-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MAGNANIMOUS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SbzvyN9NshI/AAAAAAAABBY/M4lVtn6OOlc/s1600-h/IMGP1659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313385306409251346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SbzvyN9NshI/AAAAAAAABBY/M4lVtn6OOlc/s400/IMGP1659.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; LISTEN to the tribute given to Grandpa for his 90th Birthday by Lorraine Kawakami. An insightful glimpse into the Dad and Grandpa we all love! Aloha oe, Grandpa...until we meet again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d36f603436fd1761" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd36f603436fd1761%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330226103%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1972AA7EB9ECB70F65759612A59E256EC4D13DC0.5FC90D46637EE7CF1E16F75124BE492BB003CE48%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd36f603436fd1761%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D018IReUzSGO2JKz2HEBmvlXi0Gk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd36f603436fd1761%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330226103%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1972AA7EB9ECB70F65759612A59E256EC4D13DC0.5FC90D46637EE7CF1E16F75124BE492BB003CE48%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd36f603436fd1761%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D018IReUzSGO2JKz2HEBmvlXi0Gk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799977025984633496-6839044169560525580?l=thenanadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d36f603436fd1761&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6839044169560525580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2009/03/magnanimous.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/6839044169560525580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/6839044169560525580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2009/03/magnanimous.html' title='MAGNANIMOUS'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17028306699563814808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TRufNdLgVRI/AAAAAAAABjw/izIDCSg0HbA/S220/Diane.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SbzvyN9NshI/AAAAAAAABBY/M4lVtn6OOlc/s72-c/IMGP1659.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799977025984633496.post-4709308298039885527</id><published>2009-03-16T02:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T02:32:48.926-06:00</updated><title type='text'>AND THE WINNER IS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Laurel!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Picture coming soon as to what you have won! Thanks to those of you who played along...AS this was so much fun for me, I just might have to do it again! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799977025984633496-4709308298039885527?l=thenanadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4709308298039885527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-winner-is.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/4709308298039885527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/4709308298039885527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-winner-is.html' title='AND THE WINNER IS...'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17028306699563814808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TRufNdLgVRI/AAAAAAAABjw/izIDCSg0HbA/S220/Diane.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799977025984633496.post-2176544738011938572</id><published>2009-03-09T03:34:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T07:17:46.816-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I have finally found the courage to...</title><content type='html'>...have a blog GIVEAWAY! In honor of my one year blog anniversary, I have decided to be a personal shopper for some &lt;em&gt;lucky&lt;/em&gt; reader of my blog. (You &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; know who you are) All you have to do is leave a comment which should include your favorite colors (both home and personal), your shoe size, and a perfect necklace length! You have until Sunday evening March 15th (because that is when the names will be drawn out of a ???( &lt;em&gt;if I can find one&lt;/em&gt;)! The winner will be posted on Monday morning!   To inspire you to comment, start thinking about silk pashminas, or mother of pearl 'pearls', a fabulous necklace, a pair of embroidered Thai shoes or perhaps something uniquely jade? How about something for your home? A silk table runner? A Chinese leather box? I do have some ideas, but I would like to know a few details about you before I make the purchase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The only catch is you will have to wait until March 26th or a little there after to receive it-- because that is when we will arrive in the States.  I will either hand deliver it to you or put in the mail ASAP.  Of course, I shall post a picture of what was selected before I leave on the 26th.  Please leave a comment!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799977025984633496-2176544738011938572?l=thenanadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2176544738011938572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-have-finally-found-courage-to.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/2176544738011938572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/2176544738011938572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-have-finally-found-courage-to.html' title='I have finally found the courage to...'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17028306699563814808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TRufNdLgVRI/AAAAAAAABjw/izIDCSg0HbA/S220/Diane.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799977025984633496.post-4659236862222678330</id><published>2009-03-02T05:22:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T06:41:13.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As Promised!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SavQK1kgvqI/AAAAAAAAA9M/NZxSMwIN7Fw/s1600-h/CIMG0094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308565470383750818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SavQK1kgvqI/AAAAAAAAA9M/NZxSMwIN7Fw/s400/CIMG0094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is just a little recap of Adam and Bri's visit in December...Beginning with them posing in front of the Peninsula Hotel with an amazing Foo Dog...sadly, &lt;em&gt;High Tea&lt;/em&gt; was not on the agenda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308565473698160274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SavQLB6unpI/AAAAAAAAA9U/oXOltl-TyHM/s400/CIMG0084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This picture was taken in honor of Erin and Kara--as one of their favorite stores in Hong Kong. What is a visit to Hong Kong without a sneak peak inside Shanghai Tang? However, there were no wallets being opened here!&lt;br /&gt;One thing Adam and Bri did that none of the others experienced when they came to Hong Kong, was going to Ocean Park. It was walk down memory lane for me as I had two kids in tow and who were dying to experience every little thing. &lt;em&gt;They simply could not resist a mouth this big! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308570029273275298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SavUUMweW6I/AAAAAAAAA90/_EFxyrvTjGE/s400/CIMG0158.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;With a little monkeying around, we were able to snap Bri in the moment! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308570070527870578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SavUWmcVhnI/AAAAAAAAA-E/BatUenCL7VI/s400/CIMG0146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of course, not to be left out, Adam insisted on wearing outlandish earmuffs while gazing at the jelly fish! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308565488506517474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SavQL5FUN-I/AAAAAAAAA9s/nXIcVIy6qtM/s400/CIMG0150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A funny thing happened while viewing the jelly fish...some were hot!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308570085256293442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SavUXdT3bEI/AAAAAAAAA-M/skJI3xKwfXY/s400/CIMG0153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;While some were not! (This was totally an Adam and Bri phenomena. I was just an interested observer!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308576788933458466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SavadqdDOiI/AAAAAAAAA-0/4A-2AHjWva8/s400/CIMG0155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now in this shot, I tried to tell them that they really were not &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; high in the sky...but they simply wouldn't believe me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308570049803088050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SavUVZPKcLI/AAAAAAAAA98/GrsLODkMCEI/s400/CIMG0145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like her big sister Kara, Bri fell in love with the pandas. THIS was the main reason why we went to Ocean Park. For some strange reason, she was hugging every panda within sight!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308575212698498274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SavZB6hWdOI/AAAAAAAAA-U/_JX4oSchsRk/s400/CIMG0141.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;Adam discovered if you can't beat'em, join'em! (my first cliche in sooo long!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308565488223552210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SavQL4B2gtI/AAAAAAAAA9k/bFnz9KOlT8I/s400/CIMG0142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt; Bri talked about their walking up the many, many steps to the Big Buddah! This picture validates their claim!&lt;br /&gt;Here they have just cleared their first 50 or so steps--Look how proud they are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308576777616527618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SavadAS4kQI/AAAAAAAAA-s/DomCy4kAtI8/s400/CIMG0184.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;Now they are off! Where am I you ask? Well, there are only so many times you can climb this monument before it starts to lose it's charm. How many times would that be you ask? Hmmm...one? Besides, look at the photo opportunities that would have been lost...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308576774818415282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/Savac13wwrI/AAAAAAAAA-k/lgR390JAEf8/s400/CIMG0188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I know that you know that they had a "Happy Feet Massage." You be the judge on how happy they look!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308565481706145010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SavQLfv-xPI/AAAAAAAAA9c/_kTlBO2eODE/s400/CIMG0086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799977025984633496-4659236862222678330?l=thenanadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4659236862222678330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2009/03/as-promised.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/4659236862222678330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/4659236862222678330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2009/03/as-promised.html' title='As Promised!'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17028306699563814808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TRufNdLgVRI/AAAAAAAABjw/izIDCSg0HbA/S220/Diane.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SavQK1kgvqI/AAAAAAAAA9M/NZxSMwIN7Fw/s72-c/CIMG0094.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799977025984633496.post-902974531421464575</id><published>2009-02-08T07:52:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T09:52:50.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Them Eat Cake!</title><content type='html'>On Friday, I went to the the French Revolutions exhibit with two of my friends. It was a complete history of the many revolutions, beginning with Louis XVI and Marie Antoinette--using some pictorials, some artifacts, but mostly through written dialogues. Although it was not the most dazzling of exhibits...we still managed to spend 3 hours there--discussing, reading and trying to dust off our combined memories of French history! Of course, we ended up having more questions than the exhibit was willing to share...Questions like..."When do you think people started to take baths on a regular basis?" That question was brought on from talking about French perfume and why it was invented! Upon viewing a portrait of Marie Antoinette, we all spouted the infamous "Let them eat cake!" quotation. However, we &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; know that she really didn't say that! She just lost her head over the 'whole &lt;em&gt;not understanding the state of the French economy'&lt;/em&gt;...(&lt;em&gt;do you think that is a simplification of her role in French History?&lt;/em&gt;) However, I must admit, she certainly knew how to dress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300444198030645586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SY716kdlmVI/AAAAAAAAA8M/0NGypgUKYAA/s400/CIMG0247.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300451470833812466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 348px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SY78h5w_A_I/AAAAAAAAA8k/DQRW64evbgI/s400/Marie.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When we approached this portrait in the exhibit...we were amazed. This was painted while she was imprisoned. We thought that perhaps her confinement couldn't have been too terrible if she could sit for a portrait! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300451480904815922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SY78ifSGVTI/AAAAAAAAA8s/HbXgUEGP9gQ/s400/marie-antoinette-mourning.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Of course, I had to see what it might have been like to lose one's head...hence the following photo. (&lt;em&gt;do you think dad is shaking his head at my creative photo shoot?&lt;/em&gt;) Oh, what I am willing to do for a blog entry...especially when I have had zero inspiration--but I digress!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300444203229598898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SY71631HVLI/AAAAAAAAA8U/vpeqbE7glpc/s400/CIMG0252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;While on her way to her execution, she stepped on the foot of her executioner...for which she said, "Pardon me sir, I did not mean it!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300444206868601762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SY717FYuG6I/AAAAAAAAA8c/wkd3cRIWyAM/s400/CIMG0253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Most of the men responsible for the overthrow of the monarchy, also ended up losing their heads. Apparently, Dr. Guillotine designed his contraption as a more humane way to take off one's head. He and others of the revolution felt that the purpose was to end the life quickly, and not to torture the condemned. Furthermore, it was seen as an expression of equality..all condemned, whether noble or otherwise were treated equally. However, to his dismay, Dr. Guillotine was unhappy that his instrument began to be called by &lt;em&gt;his&lt;/em&gt; name! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of course, we met Voltaire...whose real name was François Marie Arouet. (&lt;em&gt;that was another question we had...why on earth would a mother name a son Marie?&lt;/em&gt;) He has inspiring quotes and I suspect that I shall have to read a book about his life! We also met Rousseau...who apparently enjoyed a hatred of Voltaire and he of him! We figured that out when viewing a gilded clock with the two of them raising fists to each other. Here is a response of Voltaire to Rousseau after reading a copy of his "The Social Contract": &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I have received your new book against the human race, and thank you for it. Never was such a cleverness used in the design of making us all stupid. One longs, in reading your book, to walk on all fours. But as I have lost that habit for more than sixty years, I feel unhappily the impossibility of resuming it. Nor can I embark in search of the savages of Canada, because the maladies to which I am condemned render a European surgeon necessary to me; because war is going on in those regions; and because the example of our actions has made the savages nearly as bad as ourselves." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Although, when Voltaire died he did say that "I die adoring God, loving my friends, not hating my enemies, and detesting superstition." So perhaps they are now friends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then there there is Marat, stabbed to death while in his bath by Charlotte Corday...and, and , well, I could go on and on, but I suppose this is way too much information for all of you...Just know that I love a good story!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799977025984633496-902974531421464575?l=thenanadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/902974531421464575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2009/02/let-them-eat-cake.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/902974531421464575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/902974531421464575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2009/02/let-them-eat-cake.html' title='Let Them Eat Cake!'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17028306699563814808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TRufNdLgVRI/AAAAAAAABjw/izIDCSg0HbA/S220/Diane.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SY716kdlmVI/AAAAAAAAA8M/0NGypgUKYAA/s72-c/CIMG0247.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799977025984633496.post-4253270356624409487</id><published>2009-01-27T10:13:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T19:33:44.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kung Hei Fat Choy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;It is Chinese New Years here in Asia and we have been busily ringing in the "Year of the OX!" It has been a crazy 3 weeks leading up to this momentous day, with the local street markets filled to overflowing with people shopping and preparing for this significant holiday. This holiday is as important for the Chinese like Christmas is to us! A Chinese proverb states that all creations are reborn on New Year’s day, so in actuality, this is a celebration of change ... So &lt;em&gt;out with the old and in with the new&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295484391649808242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SX1W_13pj3I/AAAAAAAAA6M/DKXkCo3_plk/s400/dragon.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;Here are some things &lt;strong&gt;YOU don't want to do&lt;/strong&gt; on New Years Day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--Don’t touch your hair--Well, you can touch it, comb it, etc., but you must NOT &lt;em&gt;cut&lt;/em&gt; it or &lt;em&gt;wash &lt;/em&gt;it!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Why? Because you will wash or cut away all of your good fortune!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--Don’t sweep the floor or clean your house. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Why? Because all of your good fortune will be swept away! (&lt;em&gt;besides, all of your cleaning was supposed to be done ahead of time!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--Don't shed any tears!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Why? IF you cry on New Years day, you will cry the whole year long! So for heaven sakes to those of you who have children, do NOT scold them on this day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--Put away that knife! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Why? Because knives will cut off your good fortune!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--Do not wear black! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Why? Black is a bad omen associated with death and grave misfortune! (However, even though I did wear a black skirt and top, I did have on my lucky red jacket...to counteract the misfortune!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;However, on that special day, begin it by g&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;reeting&lt;/strong&gt; everyone with a "Kung Hei Fat Choy" which means &lt;em&gt;"Wishing You Prosperity and Wealth".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--Give two lee see’s&lt;/strong&gt; to each child or single adult. Why &lt;strong&gt;Two??&lt;/strong&gt; Because happiness (double happiness) always comes in two’s, and it is VERY bad luck to just give one. This is your way of passing good luck to the next generation. (a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;lee see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Lucky Money Envelope'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is a red envelope with brand new money inside.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295488091454572642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SX1aXMt2CGI/AAAAAAAAA6U/9b_sGKgBfKM/s400/l20qc2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e2b17dc18e48fc10" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De2b17dc18e48fc10%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330226103%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6CC1113A58151753C932CB330945E6C55439B2FA.23EA6450FEBA950F404E2897B0564C6C176207E9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De2b17dc18e48fc10%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DoMGAzSnj0_OFIOMWVF9DSz4HWIc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De2b17dc18e48fc10%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330226103%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6CC1113A58151753C932CB330945E6C55439B2FA.23EA6450FEBA950F404E2897B0564C6C176207E9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De2b17dc18e48fc10%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DoMGAzSnj0_OFIOMWVF9DSz4HWIc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--Wear brand new clothes! &lt;/strong&gt;Preferably red--because, red of course is a prosperous/lucky color!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--Open every&lt;/strong&gt; door and window in your home at midnight to make sure the old year gets out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By Monday, January 26,&lt;/strong&gt; the throngs of people have disappeared, the street vendors have put away their wares and everyone has gone home to celebrate with their families. The familiar red taxi's that are usually in great abundance on the roads are scarce, and the buses have trimmed their schedules dramatically. This is one of the few times of the year that you could say &lt;em&gt;'While Hong Kong was sleeping, the Year of the Ox arrived with a BANG!&lt;/em&gt; And what a bang it was with a 5 million Hong Kong dollar Fireworks display! There was a total of 23,888 firing shells discharged in a glorious 23 minute extravaganza over Victoria Harbor. &lt;em&gt;The city planned 10 different fireworks scenes, beginning with the lucky number 8! Can you see the #8?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8acb0105b1374318" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8acb0105b1374318%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330226103%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D24639C7B30D129254024DAF7142D94871762AE31.65F72A62F6B6C9F94E8CA28F21547DDB245BEBFF%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8acb0105b1374318%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-i-5pfJ0BEykTj1XO5ETlsxrslo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8acb0105b1374318%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330226103%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D24639C7B30D129254024DAF7142D94871762AE31.65F72A62F6B6C9F94E8CA28F21547DDB245BEBFF%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8acb0105b1374318%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-i-5pfJ0BEykTj1XO5ETlsxrslo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SO what did we do for Chinese New Year? &lt;/strong&gt;We went to a party at Elder and Sister Watson's home. Elder and Sister Watson had lived full time in Beijing many years ago and love the Chinese New Year celebrations. Now that they are back in China, (Hong Kong) they were excited to have a Chinese New Years party. (&lt;em&gt;Sister Watson and Sister Goo in the kitchen&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296021648836424498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SX8_oU2sczI/AAAAAAAAA7w/7O2jGgx62uo/s400/CIMG0225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We had dinner, and then watched the fabulous 23 minute long fireworks display from their balcony! Of course, it was alittle too smoggy for the fireworks to be fully appreciated, but they were still wonderful to watch! One of the guests for the evening was a new friend of ours, cute little Julian Wan...Adorable!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296015821129424562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SX86VG9EnrI/AAAAAAAAA7o/5nSDKvDpWh0/s400/CIMG0238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;For your enlightenment, the following were born during "The Year of the..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dad, Brett &lt;em&gt;AND&lt;/em&gt; Julianne: Were all Born in the Year of the OX!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294783313806513202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SXrZXvYaVDI/AAAAAAAAA4c/V1ZCAYwE-JI/s400/IMGP0557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A keeper of tradition, the Ox maintains a classic and sophisticated style. Iron-willed, they remain true to their beliefs. A strong leader, their hard work and dedication are an inspiration to all. Ox people never stray from their chosen path.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294791569824567410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SXrg4TcgUHI/AAAAAAAAA5U/DkVNT0aEYIE/s400/6342f3746b8c9cc8208f5d01b615e13e.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296166152944557842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SX_DDkm1HxI/AAAAAAAAA74/7hHR7SIih98/s400/CIMG1520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom and Erin: Born in the Year of the Rabbit!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294795039966957346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SXrkCSu7DyI/AAAAAAAAA5s/muY9ggn4VuU/s400/Mongolian+sister.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wise &amp;amp; Insightful, Rabbits have a deep understanding of others. Not a risk-taker, they are cautious when making decisions. A protector of diplomacy, they seek compromise to conflicts. Their creativity and style surround them with beauty.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295489959661322466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SX1cD8VCwOI/AAAAAAAAA6c/j3SvwfN6DzE/s400/erinblue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Kara and Ellie--&lt;em&gt;Kindred Spirits that were &lt;/em&gt;Born in the Year of the Ram!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294783324462120578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SXrZYXE5_oI/AAAAAAAAA4s/BxbgtFxctAE/s400/IMGP0047.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;Gentle and docile, the Ram is sincere &amp;amp; kind-hearted. A pacifist, they never question authority. Fueled by compassion, they admire all of nature’s beauty. Rams strive to create a secure &amp;amp; tranquil environment. (sweet girls, showing their gentle and docile personalities!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295493127293746610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SX1e8UrdvbI/AAAAAAAAA7U/ZJFS21chhhE/s400/ellie1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Briana: Born in The Year of the Boar!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294783322444062034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SXrZYPjw3VI/AAAAAAAAA4k/tNHB2eX_x9M/s400/IMGP0045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pure of heart, Boar people are generous and kind. Full of inner strength and courage, they can take on any task. A friend who listens, the Boar is sincere and trustworthy. They are driven by their passion for life.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adam: Born in The Year of the Monkey!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294802907572752466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SXrrMP2UUFI/AAAAAAAAA6E/bjESWpeHjmc/s400/IMGP1953.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Clever &amp;amp; quick-witted, Monkeys are successful in every endeavor. Inquisitive, they constantly seek new opportunities &amp;amp; adventure. Their intellect &amp;amp; versatility allow them to adapt to any situation. Their mischievous spirit is entertaining.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss Emma: Born in The Year of the "GOLDEN" Dragon--very lucky indeed!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294789661665744050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SXrfJO__VLI/AAAAAAAAA5M/8LdJzuWX69E/s400/IMGP1971.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never cautious, the Dragon is not afraid when faced with a challenge. They will defend and protect any cause close to their heart. Confident and strong, they enter all battles. Dragons are known for their powerful and majestic spirit. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Ryan: Born in The Year of the Rooster!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294791576130936290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SXrg4q8D3eI/AAAAAAAAA5c/O5lchPKYEgY/s400/3168737429_aa04bd32f5.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;Self-reliant and independent, the Rooster is not one to seek counsel. They are confident and aggressive and are most at home in a crowd. A perfectionist, they leave no detail undocumented. Roosters will never abandon their dreams.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;So there you have it--The Hong Kong Hallstrom family in all of it's zodiac craziness and charm! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kung Hei Fat Choy Everyone!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799977025984633496-4253270356624409487?l=thenanadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=8acb0105b1374318&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e2b17dc18e48fc10&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4253270356624409487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2009/01/kung-hei-fat-choy.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/4253270356624409487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/4253270356624409487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2009/01/kung-hei-fat-choy.html' title='Kung Hei Fat Choy!'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17028306699563814808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TRufNdLgVRI/AAAAAAAABjw/izIDCSg0HbA/S220/Diane.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SX1W_13pj3I/AAAAAAAAA6M/DKXkCo3_plk/s72-c/dragon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799977025984633496.post-8220155696167540084</id><published>2008-12-31T18:52:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T20:39:22.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!</title><content type='html'>Last night we celebrated the old year 2008 and rang in the new 2009 with our wonderful senior couples, friends and cute Adam and Bri. Here is a little glimpse into our evening...to begin with, "Baby It's Cold Outside!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-920595591d2ab891" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D920595591d2ab891%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330226103%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D67744D794AF9735AF77F38C9B97A5ADE794D6B0D.3E80D30C5D4CF4F56C1F95690A90F412D11B5145%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D920595591d2ab891%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKZGrv7tdYeJv7szNO5hyNCKOx7M&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D920595591d2ab891%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330226103%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D67744D794AF9735AF77F38C9B97A5ADE794D6B0D.3E80D30C5D4CF4F56C1F95690A90F412D11B5145%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D920595591d2ab891%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKZGrv7tdYeJv7szNO5hyNCKOx7M&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND then there were the games...fabulous and fun...enough to fill the hours from 9 until 11:30 pm. Of course, once again, Adam and Bri rose to the challenge and were victorious...Adam taking first and Bri... not too far behind! Check out Adams form...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b2db5a4c67b5df9c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db2db5a4c67b5df9c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330226103%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DAFDDD00A387745CC6CF09C9B4C7A575A1789D57.1E6ACB692CA8DFBC8CAF73A6AA6B694C7F975809%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db2db5a4c67b5df9c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2Ua8nSxX7eO5JWiQZ2T4pDEv5OQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db2db5a4c67b5df9c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330226103%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DAFDDD00A387745CC6CF09C9B4C7A575A1789D57.1E6ACB692CA8DFBC8CAF73A6AA6B694C7F975809%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db2db5a4c67b5df9c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2Ua8nSxX7eO5JWiQZ2T4pDEv5OQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now here is the winning shot for Bri--this was a play off for first in the ring toss...she is so talented that she can twirl and play ping pong at the same time!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-93c8cbbaac5e8323" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D93c8cbbaac5e8323%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330226103%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2AACEA9664463CDC103A1B66187CD40A88CE0454.DE8090E1A1B2902E6212F5B23F548192437DA33%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D93c8cbbaac5e8323%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSzSZ3kl_Xn_FW1lFxFe3J9aI3XQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D93c8cbbaac5e8323%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330226103%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2AACEA9664463CDC103A1B66187CD40A88CE0454.DE8090E1A1B2902E6212F5B23F548192437DA33%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D93c8cbbaac5e8323%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSzSZ3kl_Xn_FW1lFxFe3J9aI3XQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I shall give you a few 'glimpses' of Adam and Bri's visit on another post. Enjoy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799977025984633496-8220155696167540084?l=thenanadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=920595591d2ab891&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=93c8cbbaac5e8323&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b2db5a4c67b5df9c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8220155696167540084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/8220155696167540084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/8220155696167540084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-new-year.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR!'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17028306699563814808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TRufNdLgVRI/AAAAAAAABjw/izIDCSg0HbA/S220/Diane.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799977025984633496.post-8477669460429253293</id><published>2008-12-29T07:07:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T07:15:55.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;While shopping in Central the other day, I spied this lovely creation in a store window! I immediately thought of Erin and Kara--and how delighted they would be with this yarn marvel in their living rooms... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285213796554796290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SVjZ8hmkbQI/AAAAAAAAA2k/ajMT6n-zWmw/s400/CIMG0077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is a closer view of the yarn balls--Enjoy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285213805013128466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SVjZ9BHMVRI/AAAAAAAAA2s/rO8Rm8NQdHY/s400/CIMG0079.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799977025984633496-8477669460429253293?l=thenanadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8477669460429253293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2008/12/o-christmas-tree-o-christmas-tree.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/8477669460429253293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/8477669460429253293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2008/12/o-christmas-tree-o-christmas-tree.html' title='O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree!'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17028306699563814808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TRufNdLgVRI/AAAAAAAABjw/izIDCSg0HbA/S220/Diane.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SVjZ8hmkbQI/AAAAAAAAA2k/ajMT6n-zWmw/s72-c/CIMG0077.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799977025984633496.post-8522974625765083356</id><published>2008-12-17T06:13:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T06:36:12.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That was then...AND this is now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I was thumbing through my picture files and came across this Christmas picture from 1984 and the memories came flooding back. Erin's Christmas dress was a Jessica McClintock(and probably the last time I got her to wear ribbons and ruffles) and Kara's dress was made by your's truly--don't they look darling? This is as close to a smile as Bri would come, but Brett's smile more than made up for hers! Don't you just love the professionalism of Sear photography--with the three girls looking one way and Brett another?  I guess you do get what you pay for!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280748993737392770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SUj9Oy-4AoI/AAAAAAAAA2E/5EtlhyrHTQs/s400/family.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Does this picture bring back any memories? Does it make any of you homesick?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280749002452001618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SUj9PTcmY1I/AAAAAAAAA2U/yrpcRLHOzPE/s400/Christmas+Eve2.png" border="0" /&gt;On Monday we had our staff Christmas party. So. Much. FUN! We had Chinese and Italian food, fun games and lots of great conversation with some of the best people on the planet! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280747020377854034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SUj7b7pTEFI/AAAAAAAAA1k/BQ2oHFsjsgs/s400/2008AsiaAreaOffice_ChristmasCard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799977025984633496-8522974625765083356?l=thenanadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8522974625765083356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2008/12/that-was-thenand-this-is-now.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/8522974625765083356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/8522974625765083356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2008/12/that-was-thenand-this-is-now.html' title='That was then...AND this is now!'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17028306699563814808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TRufNdLgVRI/AAAAAAAABjw/izIDCSg0HbA/S220/Diane.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SUj9Oy-4AoI/AAAAAAAAA2E/5EtlhyrHTQs/s72-c/family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799977025984633496.post-3900182395927294440</id><published>2008-12-05T19:59:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:08:16.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks to Irene, Christmas came to Apartment 1201!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278939138581294258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SUKPLXILbLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/XrbV8YJgx-I/s400/IMGP2090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;A story: When we first arrived in Hong Kong in 2005, I had elected NOT to bring anything Christmas with me. I thought it would be too much trouble, and besides, our shipping allotment was small and we needed it for more pertinent things. However, when we got back from October conference, Irene and I began talking about Christmas. She was floored when I told her I was not decorating for Christmas--not even a tree! I told her I thought it would be too expensive to start from ground zero! Irene persisted--saying that I would regret it. A few weeks later, Irene and I got a phone call from Sandi Lai--a long time resident of Hong Kong. She knew that we needed to find decorations for the building and asked if we wanted to go to a discount Christmas store--beautiful things for a fraction of the price paid in the states! We said we would love to go. &lt;em&gt;That was all it took.&lt;/em&gt; AND it wasn't even a junk store! It had an incredible inventory of wreaths, trees, and every kind of decoration imaginable. Not only did we find beautiful things for the building, but I got excited thinking about how reasonable it would be to decorate a tree! I succumbed, which delighted Irene and now made the task of actually finding a tree to buy a reality! What a marvelous Christmas adventure. From that day, Sandy introduced us to the junk store, and then took us to a wonderful high school Christmas bazaar--all with stellar results! With Irene by my side, we had a great time finding treasures to brighten our homes. And Irene was right. One year later, when the girls came to Hong Kong for Christmas...I was so grateful that our home was decorated--it was a wonderful way to say welcome home! So thanks to Irene, I have felt at home each Christmas we have spent away from home! So come on in...and enjoy the holiday cheer at apartment 1201. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278935346450558818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SUKLuoVwb2I/AAAAAAAAAs4/Sz6omr_DRC8/s400/IMGP2093.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ever since Kara did that 'opening the door' photo to her new flat...I wanted to duplicate it. However, an assistant photographer would have been most helpful--just know I tried my best!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our festive wreath! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278936250269360818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SUKMjPU84rI/AAAAAAAAAtw/QziBC9iCDmA/s400/IMGP2092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;As long as it looks like Christmas, who needs counter space?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278935354615237826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SUKLvGwXjMI/AAAAAAAAAtA/swo0bTmP71g/s400/IMGP2096.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Nativity is from the Philippines...I Love the Palm Trees! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278936235156712690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SUKMiXB0LPI/AAAAAAAAAtg/rcqnzYKOKRE/s400/IMGP2087.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;A glimpse!&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278936228063786370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SUKMh8mutYI/AAAAAAAAAtY/-7zLESEoMI4/s400/IMGP2083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;The tree and The BIG window!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278935364785973858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SUKLvspQqmI/AAAAAAAAAtI/v2qtKh3lxDE/s400/IMGP2079.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;A littler closer view of the tree...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278936217422699010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SUKMhU9smgI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/oe4q4P27nqA/s400/IMGP2080.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;And now for the closeup!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278938377217365746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SUKOfC031vI/AAAAAAAAAt4/U_yfhtUACvI/s400/IMGP2088.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;One of my favorite nativities...Chinese style!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278940251142173938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SUKQMHvXNPI/AAAAAAAAAuI/58GpiGlyQm0/s400/IMGP2085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Dad and I are looking forward to December 22nd when Adam and Bri will arrive in Hong Kong for the holidays. I wish it could have been all of you...but I am grateful for what we have!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799977025984633496-3900182395927294440?l=thenanadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3900182395927294440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanks-to-irene-christmas-came-to.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/3900182395927294440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/3900182395927294440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanks-to-irene-christmas-came-to.html' title='Thanks to Irene, Christmas came to Apartment 1201!'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17028306699563814808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TRufNdLgVRI/AAAAAAAABjw/izIDCSg0HbA/S220/Diane.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SUKPLXILbLI/AAAAAAAAAuA/XrbV8YJgx-I/s72-c/IMGP2090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799977025984633496.post-7581615467803602146</id><published>2008-12-02T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T09:57:21.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Junk Store Nana!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tis the season for a Junk Store update! Have I mentioned how much I love Junk store shopping? Hong Kong is filled with alleys that are full of street hawkers and remnants of stores filled with merchandise that will entice you to stop, look and buy. The price is always right and the thrill of finding a wonderful deal is a regular occurance. Here are a few glimpses from one of my favorite junk stores! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275231502188250386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/STVjGhPhhRI/AAAAAAAAAsk/8PZRZySG_YU/s400/IMGP2077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275231494178944114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/STVjGDZ9NHI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Lnfs6elEkbs/s400/IMGP2076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275231492588888962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/STVjF9e244I/AAAAAAAAAsU/u2Je6IRhCKM/s400/IMGP2075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So come along and take a look at what I have garnered over these past 3 1/2 years of junk shopping in Hong Kong! (All $ are in US dollars--except for the last paragraph) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274802185480824018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/STPco_4J5NI/AAAAAAAAArs/HRZtNioyQA4/s400/IMGP2013.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is my grapevine pumpkin...cost? $2.50 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274802195274460482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/STPcpkXI7UI/AAAAAAAAAr0/s_qZC_av3lY/s400/IMGP2012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Pilgrim Couple? $5.00 for the pair! The cute pillow? 60 cents...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274803578234100770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/STPd6ESaXCI/AAAAAAAAAr8/lPdAzA5bG5Q/s400/IMGP2024.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't you love the snowman and the trees? $3.50 for the snowman, $1.50 for the two red trees and $2.00 for the green tree!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274803586858258674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/STPd6kakkPI/AAAAAAAAAsE/BS0n_iicN7Q/s400/IMGP2028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Stockings? $1 each!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274801777973169170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/STPcRRywjBI/AAAAAAAAAq8/sAB0bEhdMmM/s400/IMGP2053.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The ceramic Snowman pitcher? $2.50--and I got 8 of the little snowman candles for $3.00!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274801775017121618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/STPcRGx-11I/AAAAAAAAAq0/tDH0eZpd1j0/s400/IMGP2052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;These three santas came to a grand total of 7 dollars.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;(by the way, the cute 'Let it Snow' is from our favorite Vinyl specialist...Happy Jo!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274802171241139938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/STPcoK1JjuI/AAAAAAAAArk/WGJMuh9LscQ/s400/IMGP2058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The two berry trees?...$2.50 for the larger one, and $1.00 for the smaller. The berry centerpiece with the candle...$4.00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274801802593669922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/STPcStgvkyI/AAAAAAAAArM/t2ZTq1rpdtQ/s400/IMGP2057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;These Santas were a bit pricey at $4.50 each, but I decided to splurge anyway!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274801793694026962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/STPcSMW5zNI/AAAAAAAAArE/7D3CuUPUWjc/s400/IMGP2056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;These cute snowmen were a great find at just $2.60 each!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274802171858142514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/STPcoNIQRTI/AAAAAAAAArc/uGY9k3U2akQ/s400/IMGP2054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274801770064065698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/STPcQ0VFNKI/AAAAAAAAAqs/U7YtVKDT4Fo/s400/IMGP2051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And now for a little 'junk store miracle'. One day as I was browsing through lots of 'junk' I spied a fabulous table runner. I picked it up and asked how much...the lady told me 25 dollars ($3.00 US) so I bought it. Then two weeks later at the same store, but hanging right above my head was a matching tree skirt. I couldn't believe it! It was, however, was a bit pricey...50 dollars ($6.45 US) but it was a perfect match, so I splurged. Exactly one week later, I was back at the same store, browsing through a pile of pillows and stockings--when at the bottom of the pile I spied a third piece that matched the other two--a small runner that was 10 dollars ($1.29 US). So I got it as well. What are the odds of finding three pieces from a set over 4 weeks?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274802157887336402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/STPcnZFWr9I/AAAAAAAAArU/sS3UW6x9Rlw/s400/IMGP2055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So this ends my tale of junk store shopping...at least for 2008! Do you think I got my money's worth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799977025984633496-7581615467803602146?l=thenanadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7581615467803602146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2008/11/junk-store-nana.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/7581615467803602146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/7581615467803602146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2008/11/junk-store-nana.html' title='Junk Store Nana!'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17028306699563814808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TRufNdLgVRI/AAAAAAAABjw/izIDCSg0HbA/S220/Diane.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/STVjGhPhhRI/AAAAAAAAAsk/8PZRZySG_YU/s72-c/IMGP2077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799977025984633496.post-593710991308996634</id><published>2008-11-21T05:08:00.016-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T17:32:14.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's beginning to look alot like Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;It is the day after the feasting and since there are no "Black Fridays" to be found in Hong Kong, (&lt;em&gt;possibly due to the fact that everyday is a sale day here&lt;/em&gt;)what is a gal to do to keep busy? Well, if you live in my world, this dilemma is solved via an assignment. What is the assignment you ask? It is decorating our lobby and three other floors in our building with Christmas decorations. The senior couples, area presidency and some of our chinese friends that work in the building all were told to meet at 4pm in the lobby and there we were assigned what task we needed to complete. Our (dad and I) assignment? To deck the walls with wreaths, boughs and Christmas bells! However, we didn't draw the most difficult assignment--which was to assemble our beautiful Nativity. The second most challenging assignment? Decorating the lobby tree! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They say that seeing is believing...so come along and see!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is the corner where the lobby tree will go...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273723919858308962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/STAH9rail2I/AAAAAAAAAoU/NvzOf2-snXA/s400/IMGP2061.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;The far wall will sport three bells!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273723909599274050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/STAH9FMmJEI/AAAAAAAAAoE/TNGe3emnWak/s400/IMGP2059.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;These elevator doors are looking so forlorn... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273723913389298306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/STAH9TUNUoI/AAAAAAAAAoM/AT47u7iwJxg/s400/IMGP2060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of course, before the magic begins there are lots of discussions as to how to make it happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273725221963219986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/STAJJeIixBI/AAAAAAAAAoc/Lteu6LcyzYo/s400/IMGP2063.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Discussion ended...magic begins.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273725229527915042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/STAJJ6UG2iI/AAAAAAAAAok/GEyHZoJViKk/s400/IMGP2066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oops! more discussions...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273730748557380578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/STAOLKTRS-I/AAAAAAAAAps/Cow8pdcp2as/s400/IMGP2068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 Hours Later: O Christmas Tree...O Christmas Tree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273726578589930626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/STAKYb9jlII/AAAAAAAAAo0/z7vU1_pNoPA/s400/IMGP2070.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let the Bells Ring Out!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273726598263968450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/STAKZlQNksI/AAAAAAAAApE/aOsjNLmn99s/s400/IMGP2071.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deck the Walls with Boughs of Glory!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273728918681259426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/STAMgpezjaI/AAAAAAAAApc/8kTgGXmAEPs/s400/IMGP2072.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Away in a Manger...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273726610709568178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/STAKaTneWrI/AAAAAAAAApU/LNzEwU-gd88/s400/IMGP2073.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;The first floor Christmas tree!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;(there is also a tree on the 4th and 6th floors as well!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273726592241816562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/STAKZO0a0_I/AAAAAAAAAo8/EYcTJg7clD0/s400/IMGP2069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It is finished. We were all tired and hungry, but thrilled with the spectacular results. Now if I could just convince the senior couples that Apartment 1201 needs their special touch it would truly be a little Christmas miracle!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799977025984633496-593710991308996634?l=thenanadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/593710991308996634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-beginning-to-look-alot-like.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/593710991308996634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/593710991308996634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-beginning-to-look-alot-like.html' title='It&apos;s beginning to look alot like Christmas!'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17028306699563814808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TRufNdLgVRI/AAAAAAAABjw/izIDCSg0HbA/S220/Diane.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/STAH9rail2I/AAAAAAAAAoU/NvzOf2-snXA/s72-c/IMGP2061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799977025984633496.post-14407339331797143</id><published>2008-11-21T04:57:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T09:20:47.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkey Day in Hong Kong!</title><content type='html'>Today is November 27, 2008 and at one o'clock this afternoon thirty eight of us gathered together on the fourth floor of our building to celebrate Thanksgiving. The guest list included senior couples, the area presidency and their wives and a few other employees that sport an American passport. We all enjoyed Norbest Turkeys, homemade gravy, mashed potatoes, stuffing, corn, rolls and pies--it was a perfect traditional Thanksgiving feast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But before we could sit down for our dinner, we needed to make the tables and the room festive! This is what it looked like before we began...(The man in photo is Sunny--and he truly matches his name. He works security in our building and always seems to watch for me when I am coming down to the lobby via the elevator...then goes to the door and holds it open for me. What a gentleman!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273362841262471474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SS6_kI0xuTI/AAAAAAAAAmk/_SKz3AISmZM/s400/IMGP2019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273362847420450754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SS6_kfw9B8I/AAAAAAAAAms/WAWv3gqUR0w/s400/IMGP2020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And this is what a couple of the tables looked like after we had finished setting and decorating!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273362851840970018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SS6_kwO4zSI/AAAAAAAAAm0/IfFPED4Llgs/s400/IMGP2021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273369306271741266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SS7Fcc3GdVI/AAAAAAAAAn8/vkpzkeldQmQ/s400/IMGP2022.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We began the festivities with a warm welcome from Dad!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273364534476290178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SS7BGsiaOII/AAAAAAAAAnU/F6xPVd2poeU/s400/IMGP2044.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here is our table...laden with delicious American style food!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273364520186414610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SS7BF3TcBhI/AAAAAAAAAnE/d0isENg0IHU/s400/IMGP2047.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meet the honored guests! It is a fantastic looking group...wouldn't you agree?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273365777612918482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SS7CPDlRztI/AAAAAAAAAnc/vurAT3Vs8Vo/s400/IMGP2042.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;To finish off the occasion, Sister Smith worked her magic in Iris folding these beautiful handmade leaves to commemorate the day!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;On the back of the card was a Thanksgiving message from the Area Presidency!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273364510070091810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SS7BFRnhMCI/AAAAAAAAAm8/O_Z2mQ6OVFU/s400/IMGP2040.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is Sister Smith...working her magic serving the pies!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273366912056048098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SS7DRFtmOeI/AAAAAAAAAn0/YalZGIhWZUs/s400/IMGP2050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;What am I grateful for on this day? I am grateful for senior couples who leave their families to serve the Lord. I am grateful for our many friends who enrich our life. But most especially I am grateful for our family...from our children and grandchildren through to our extended families--know that you are loved and prayed over daily! I am grateful for blogging, and for working its' magic in helping us to stay connected with family and friends. I am grateful for my testimony--&lt;em&gt;for it is sure&lt;/em&gt;; for my membership in His church--&lt;em&gt;it anchors me&lt;/em&gt;; for an elder brother and Savior--&lt;em&gt;who rescues me&lt;/em&gt;; and for eternal truths that assure me that families are forever and that we have a loving Father in heaven--&lt;em&gt;this fills my soul with joy&lt;/em&gt;. I am grateful to be Hong Kong with Dad for this season of our life and for the numerous things that I have learned and experienced among the people in Asia.  So on this day of gratitude and remembrance, may I wish you all a very "Happy Thanksgiving!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799977025984633496-14407339331797143?l=thenanadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/14407339331797143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2008/11/turkey-day-in-hong-kong.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/14407339331797143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/14407339331797143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2008/11/turkey-day-in-hong-kong.html' title='Turkey Day in Hong Kong!'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17028306699563814808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TRufNdLgVRI/AAAAAAAABjw/izIDCSg0HbA/S220/Diane.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SS6_kI0xuTI/AAAAAAAAAmk/_SKz3AISmZM/s72-c/IMGP2019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799977025984633496.post-2695433566128194767</id><published>2008-11-07T03:32:00.018-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T03:32:00.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Handsome Little Guy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This photo was taken year three years ago today&lt;em&gt;...(pretend you don't see the date stamp!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261039441837424594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SQL3f4gJ_9I/AAAAAAAAAkg/zmPz47HdjwU/s400/DSC01299.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;em&gt;This is 'Our Guy,' or 'Ry Guy' or 'Ryan James Hallstrom' as he looks today. He is adorable! He is funny! And he is three years old today! Hurrah for the three year old 'guy'!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261025747773963970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SQLrCyJAPsI/AAAAAAAAAjA/EBJI0UlEi-I/s400/IMGP1974.JPG" border="0" /&gt;He is a handsome little guy...just like his dad! And speaking of dads...Ryan adores his dad! They are always a twosome on the coach watching TV together, and when mommy tries to get him for his bedtime, he has been known to wail in dismay..."Daddy, daddy, I need my daddy!" And most of the time, his daddy agrees with him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261025772379825522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SQLrENzf5XI/AAAAAAAAAjY/gfpBcK2QkMs/s400/IMGP0598.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love his chatter..."Ryan!" I exclaim. "What Nana?" he responds in a serious little voice and then we are off on a dialogue that always makes me smile.&lt;/em&gt; He loves all things mechancial and trys his very best to make them work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He is a chip off the '&lt;strong&gt;old'&lt;/strong&gt; block!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261029549792620994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SQLugFw48cI/AAAAAAAAAjo/vSab3SvYRtg/s400/IMGP0524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;When bringing him a little treat one night and he cleverly spied it in my hands...He said in a frantic voice..."Oh,oh, I need that!" and so, before he could hyperventilate...I put it into his little hands, and he responded with a heartfelt, "Thank you, Nana!" &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He is a great helper, with a firm, "I will do it!  NO, I will do it!"  Look at him taking Grandpa Clifton for a walk!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261036003458418322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SQL0XviuBpI/AAAAAAAAAkI/ElkP3EuqHLE/s400/IMGP1624.JPG" border="0" /&gt;He loves trucks and cars and trains and planes--and, oh, I can't wait to see his face on this year's Christmas morning when he opens his present from us! However, where he excels is at the computer. He can navigate his way from signing on, go to Favorites, scroll down and click on Bob the Builder and then proceed to play the game of his choice without any help from adults. &lt;strong&gt;I kid you not!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Julianne, we need a picture of him at the computer!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261506822037345970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SQSgk_bUlrI/AAAAAAAAAko/KkWGJJKFMmA/s400/august1410s.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is the same thing with game boy--he loves to play it and he loves to watch!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261025752120063330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SQLrDCVMdWI/AAAAAAAAAjI/x3WVcNzdjyU/s400/IMGP1962.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Note the intensity of focus! Too, Too Cute!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263602966861409042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SQwTArZ3axI/AAAAAAAAAmM/2Em1mAEeF3w/s400/IMGP1937.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How many three year olds do you know that can do the "shaka?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263602962593864946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SQwTAbgZ3PI/AAAAAAAAAmE/yi0dOVBSieg/s400/CIMG1775.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So on this special day, November 7, 2008, we would like to say, " Happy Birthday Ryan James!" You are loved and adored in Hong Kong!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261039440950291698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SQL3f1MpbPI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/TsO-yTvTyVY/s400/CIMG1520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799977025984633496-2695433566128194767?l=thenanadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2695433566128194767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2008/11/our-handsome-little-guy.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/2695433566128194767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/2695433566128194767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2008/11/our-handsome-little-guy.html' title='Our Handsome Little Guy!'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17028306699563814808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TRufNdLgVRI/AAAAAAAABjw/izIDCSg0HbA/S220/Diane.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SQL3f4gJ_9I/AAAAAAAAAkg/zmPz47HdjwU/s72-c/DSC01299.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799977025984633496.post-1884320774925046464</id><published>2008-11-01T02:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T02:50:08.115-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fond Farewell and Warm Hello!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;We said goodbye last night to Elder and Sister Toone and hello to Elder and Sister Halversen who are taking their place here in Hong Kong. It was a sweet occasion to be gathered together with friends who wanted to express love and appreciation for the good work that these couples have done and will be doing. It is good to be reminded that we belong to a wonderful community of saints who are willing to give of their time, their talents and their means--not to mention leaving their families to help build the church anywhere in the world that they are called. It is a privilege to witness the miracle that are Senior couples! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is Elder and Sister Toone...they are flying home on Monday!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263340946022336226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SQsktDtuBuI/AAAAAAAAAlc/CInllDzggiE/s400/IMGP1999.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Say hello to Elder and Sister Halversen from California! They are thrilled to be here!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263340960065631602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SQskt4B5tXI/AAAAAAAAAlk/yQ3fW7i_XBY/s400/IMGP2002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of course, you must check out the table setting!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263340979035895026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SQsku-sw9PI/AAAAAAAAAl0/LT6Ik3Ts_go/s400/IMGP1994.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here's a closeup of the individual place setting!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263340969946018834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SQskuc1kdBI/AAAAAAAAAls/kZh53TFKweI/s400/IMGP1993.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Here we are (minus dad who is taking the photo) all gathered together, ready to have a fabulous meal....What was on the menu you ask? Cranberry Chicken and a lovely sauce...Festive Fried Rice....corn...spinach salad and rolls. For dessert we had apple crisp and ice cream! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Does it make you hungry? &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263340980764820994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SQskvFI-RgI/AAAAAAAAAl8/qimM8Af_PYc/s400/IMGP1997.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Don't you wish you were all here?  I DO!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799977025984633496-1884320774925046464?l=thenanadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1884320774925046464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2008/11/fond-farewell-and-warm-hello.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/1884320774925046464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/1884320774925046464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2008/11/fond-farewell-and-warm-hello.html' title='A Fond Farewell and Warm Hello!'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17028306699563814808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TRufNdLgVRI/AAAAAAAABjw/izIDCSg0HbA/S220/Diane.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SQsktDtuBuI/AAAAAAAAAlc/CInllDzggiE/s72-c/IMGP1999.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799977025984633496.post-5891064192864608247</id><published>2008-10-31T00:01:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T00:19:19.056-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy HallowEEK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Believe it or not, Halloween is celebrated here and particularly in the street markets!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262931189649590210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SQmwCGRjR8I/AAAAAAAAAk0/DnpeolsZBl8/s400/IMGP1982.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Of course, most of the costumes and decorations are a little on the creepy side!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;AND now for a little Halloween treating from the past! During our first year in Hong Kong, it was a foregone conclusion that Emma and Ellie be dressed in 'something' Chinese! So I found them matching Chinese outfits! &lt;strong&gt;So darling&lt;/strong&gt;...(and the outfits are pretty cute too!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262932615363223186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SQmxVFeK3pI/AAAAAAAAAlM/ykTp40yVltw/s400/Em+Ellie.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here they are approaching a door to chant..."Halloween Apples--Trick or Treat!" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Okay, I am not entirely sure they said that, but that is what I taught our kids to say!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262932600794873794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SQmxUPMzf8I/AAAAAAAAAk8/mUdPHIozHcQ/s400/DSC01399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is where they hit the jackpot...at Aunti Erin and Kara's house when they lived in Salt Lake!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262932613367813170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SQmxU-CbVDI/AAAAAAAAAlE/Af3wvcil-Dk/s400/Mulan+1+and+2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, if only I had access to my pictures from yesteryear's...What fun we would have being reminded of trick and treating in Grandma's neighborhood with all the cousins!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Halloween Everyone!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS: I believe we have Aunti Kara to thank for the kiddies trick and treating photos!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799977025984633496-5891064192864608247?l=thenanadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5891064192864608247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-halloweek.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/5891064192864608247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/5891064192864608247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-halloweek.html' title='Happy HallowEEK!'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17028306699563814808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TRufNdLgVRI/AAAAAAAABjw/izIDCSg0HbA/S220/Diane.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SQmwCGRjR8I/AAAAAAAAAk0/DnpeolsZBl8/s72-c/IMGP1982.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799977025984633496.post-970023266867637412</id><published>2008-10-23T20:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T03:31:41.409-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You Say Its Your Birthday?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SP_wt7zQOuI/AAAAAAAAAh4/eQvvDXBLlcw/s1600-h/erinblue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260187561729473250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SP_wt7zQOuI/AAAAAAAAAh4/eQvvDXBLlcw/s400/erinblue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A few years ago...on this day, the 23rd of October, cute Erin arrived! She came so fast and with so little fanfare that we were all taken by surprise! Even Dr. Bachman was shocked that Erin was not willing to wait another minute. So from the time I started labor through to the delivery it was only a couple of hours! A perfectly behaved baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what a sweet baby she was--good natured and full of smiles! As she grew she had her own personal style when accomplishing ordinary events...like her knee walking until she was about 15 months old! Oh, for a photo of that feat! As an adult...she can take pictures of herself with absolute perfection and has shared that skill with her sisters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260378685972929634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SQCei1Fz3GI/AAAAAAAAAiY/iwOrAlGufQM/s400/IMGP0336.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her sisters are her delight and she loves spending time with them.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260378691853153426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SQCejK_w9JI/AAAAAAAAAig/br0T1cWQEzQ/s400/IMGP0014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;She is thoughtful and caring to so many--and a sweeter daughter you could not ask for. This past September, she flew home two weekends in a row just to be with family...The first weekend was to be with Emma for her baptism. They have a special bond and Erin couldn't let Emma celebrate this special event without her! The second weekend was to be home for conference...so that we could be together for a few days while we were in Utah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waiting for the surprise!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260388999387800130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SQCn7Jjh4kI/AAAAAAAAAio/AZrAbYca04g/s400/IMGP1923.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Loving the surprise!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260389004733702706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SQCn7deF4jI/AAAAAAAAAiw/DLwoVK593U0/s400/IMGP1927.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Together at last!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260389019746849602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SQCn8VZgU0I/AAAAAAAAAi4/-hrZ677pPbE/s400/IMGP1931.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Erin is an innovator. She began Sister's night 21 years ago--and it is still being celebrated by them today! One of the sweetest thing I heard Emma (Erin's shadow) say this summer was this, in response to Ellie saying that Emma never wants to sleep with her: "Ellie, I will sleep with you...on Sister's Night Christmas Eve!" So it looks as though the second generation is going to continue the tradition! Check out this link to read about how it was done last year! &lt;a href="http://knittinglemonade.blogspot.com/2007/12/on-eleventh-day-of-christmas.html"&gt;http://knittinglemonade.blogspot.com/2007/12/on-eleventh-day-of-christmas.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we would take a trip to Utah...I always had my favorite places to go and see! One of them was Mormon Handicrafts. On one trip when Erin was with me, I parked out in front of the store. Erin turned to me and told me that she couldn't go in that store with me...all those crafty things made her feel ill! So imagine my surprise, when a couple of years ago, she announced that she was going to take up knitting. "Knitting?!" I said? You? When I reminded her of her aversion to crafts, she informed me that knitting was not a craft but a skill! I have to admit I was skeptical, but when she taught herself to knit, and then proceeded to become this knitting phenomena--I was completely in awe! She is always knitting...not a moment is ever wasted! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260187565033071650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SP_wuIG5JCI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PveJzP2aWP4/s400/IMGP0058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This skill she has honed is extraordinary! She knits the most amazing things and does not seem to be overwhelmed with difficult and challenging patterns! She has inspired others to knit and we couldn't be more proud! This is the sweater that she was finishing in the car. Note the detail of the pattern and color changes. It gave me a headache to think about keeping track of all that detail...but not Erin--she relished the challenge and it looks fabulous on her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260187577516888178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SP_wu2nREHI/AAAAAAAAAiI/eq4MVWZSTuw/s400/IMGP0099.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So on this special day of October 23rd, Dad and I just want to say&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Happy Birthday Dear Erin!" We LOVE you!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799977025984633496-970023266867637412?l=thenanadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/970023266867637412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-say-its-your-birthday.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/970023266867637412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/970023266867637412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-say-its-your-birthday.html' title='You Say Its Your Birthday?'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17028306699563814808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TRufNdLgVRI/AAAAAAAABjw/izIDCSg0HbA/S220/Diane.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SP_wt7zQOuI/AAAAAAAAAh4/eQvvDXBLlcw/s72-c/erinblue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799977025984633496.post-5330376514687400662</id><published>2008-09-24T10:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T20:03:29.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Then What to My Wondering Eyes Should Appear...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SNma3VbB4GI/AAAAAAAAAhc/VfPqdMP3U3o/s1600-h/IMGP0771.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249397116111020130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SNma3VbB4GI/AAAAAAAAAhc/VfPqdMP3U3o/s400/IMGP0771.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the last monument at Angkor that I want you to experience. It is called Ta Prohm--a Buddhist monastery built in the late 1100's. When the ruins at Angkor were first being excavated, it was decided to leave some of them alone, so everyone could appreciate the impressive force mother nature can wield. The huge trees that you will be seeing are called silk-cotton trees and they are spectacular! They are large and unique, almost looking fake--definitely giving Ta Prohm an eerie tomb like atmosphere. (&lt;em&gt;FYI, Tomb Raider was filmed at this very location!&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248698007925596370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SNcfB4e0oNI/AAAAAAAAAgE/jsb74cVHNUQ/s400/IMGP1844.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So once again, watch your head, and come take a look at what mother nature has claimed as her own! (I am sure you have noticed by now that I like taking pictures that seemingly take you into somewhere else!)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248694346125578482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SNcbsvNqkPI/AAAAAAAAAfU/NWHcLrQnKY8/s400/IMGP0773.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember how we have been here in both rain and shine? Well, the rain on this day brought rivers of water where there should have been none!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248694337146214066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SNcbsNw0VrI/AAAAAAAAAfE/hcTa43bXJr4/s400/DSC03680.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;The following three photos are just to whet your appetite on what is to come! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248697449446463282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SNcehX_BVzI/AAAAAAAAAfc/8W7ayKiG2xM/s400/IMGP0767.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249397126898283154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SNma39m6cpI/AAAAAAAAAhk/SYVRsgzgzxU/s400/IMGP0770.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248697457754863682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SNceh275eEI/AAAAAAAAAfs/qYpTX3y7W7c/s400/IMGP0772.JPG" border="0" /&gt;May I just say 'You 'ain't seen nothin yet'? Check this out! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249389135022486994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SNmTmxjPddI/AAAAAAAAAhE/IU1KyHcLiTU/s400/IMGP0779.jpg" border="0" /&gt; And this! How puny are men's labors when mother nature takes over?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249375331483385714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SNmHDTXD_3I/AAAAAAAAAgM/NMlBY0Yrr-s/s400/IMGP1853.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248697997399692018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SNcfBRRQEvI/AAAAAAAAAf8/DeczuTjd6ps/s400/IMGP1847.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here are the same two photos at a camera must stop...one is in rain--and one with shine!Although now they have added a fence in front--not a great addition visually!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249389145953714514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SNmTnaRcwVI/AAAAAAAAAhM/XVGIT5JERkU/s400/IMGP0787.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249378621314853922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SNmKCy8AbCI/AAAAAAAAAgs/qKFNRDVNwuk/s400/IMGP1861.jpg" border="0" /&gt;As we were going through the ruins, there were several Cambodian boys following us. All of a sudden they stopped us, and told us that we had to look at this tree. I looked...and looked again; what was I supposed to be looking at or looking for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249375335718129426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SNmHDjItDxI/AAAAAAAAAgU/VeQ0c2o3gKI/s400/IMGP1855.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And then I saw her...'The Lady in Tree'! She is the most famous resident here at Ta Prohm. Look at her close-up! My special thanks to our little friends who insisted we stop and take a look!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248694340441976706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SNcbsaClr4I/AAAAAAAAAfM/SGtjQXwQV9w/s400/cambodia_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt; So this is a little taste of Ta Prohm at Angkor--a fascinating glimpse into an "otherworldly place."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249397128711733250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SNma4EXRgAI/AAAAAAAAAhs/uRncdG3mqTQ/s400/IMGP1857.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope you can experience it someday for yourselves!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799977025984633496-5330376514687400662?l=thenanadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5330376514687400662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2008/09/then-what-to-my-wondering-eyes-should.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/5330376514687400662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/5330376514687400662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2008/09/then-what-to-my-wondering-eyes-should.html' title='Then What to My Wondering Eyes Should Appear...'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17028306699563814808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TRufNdLgVRI/AAAAAAAABjw/izIDCSg0HbA/S220/Diane.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SNma3VbB4GI/AAAAAAAAAhc/VfPqdMP3U3o/s72-c/IMGP0771.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799977025984633496.post-2287401635263565889</id><published>2008-09-14T04:01:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T06:23:42.744-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just as I promised!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;To take up where we left off, you simply have to experience two other stops in Angkor. They are unique in their own way, so I hope you will find it interesting. About 2 kilometers from Angkor Wat, there is a majestic entrance to Angkor Thom or "The Large City" as it was called, built in the 12&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; century. This used to be where the palace was located, and where they estimate 100,000 people lived. It encompasses a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;rectangular&lt;/span&gt; area of about 9 square miles and it has its ' own unique monuments. To enter this complex, you drive down a passage way lined with 54 gigantic divinities, that look like fearsome war-lords. They are carved in solid stone, with the 54 gods struggling to hold a large 9 headed serpent, as if to prevent it from escaping. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you see them clutching the mighty 9 headed serpent?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245819565473885298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SMzlGevdbHI/AAAAAAAAAbw/3f9UEW6FATw/s400/IMGP0703.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This causeway leads to a monumental gate that is called "The Victory Gate, or South Gate." This gate leads you into the city complex. The opening is large enough for the vehicles of today to pass through without any problem.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Actually there are four more gates like this one that surround Angkor Thom!)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245819572850792434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SMzlG6OQF_I/AAAAAAAAAcA/jqdTO9-EoDM/s400/IMGP0701.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Notice how beautiful these fearsome gods are...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245819569597458594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SMzlGuGmKKI/AAAAAAAAAb4/7iRGXb-5Shc/s400/IMGP0705.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now for the close up!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245821089935972210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SMzmfNzi13I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/2nX6KCdEQBI/s400/IMGP0710.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;It is thought that the city complex, the palace (which no longer exists) and its famous temple, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bayon&lt;/span&gt;, are Buddhist in origin ( remember, Angkor Wat is Hindu). Certainly it has a different feel from Angkor Wat. Note serenity of the head on the top of the Victory gate. What a benevolent welcome!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245819574683966418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SMzlHBDUG9I/AAAAAAAAAcI/TqwY5effC0o/s400/IMGP0712.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After going through the gate you come to one of the most famous and unique temples. It is called The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bayon&lt;/span&gt;. If Angkor Wat is grand and imposing, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bayon&lt;/span&gt; is wild and erratic. To fashion this structure from stone, without use of cement or mortar, it is amazing to behold. Just visualize how grand it must have been in its day. In fact, the center tower of this structure was supposedly coated in gold leaf! That would have been impressive! When most of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;excavating&lt;/span&gt; was completed, they realized that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Bayon&lt;/span&gt; was situated in the exact center of Angkor Thom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;These two shots gives you an idea of it's grandeur.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245826984633853810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SMzr2VRCZ3I/AAAAAAAAAc4/YZmkRRBOXp4/s400/IMGP1820.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245841745099005058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SMz5RgSKnII/AAAAAAAAAeo/ne1KLuV21Rg/s400/IMGP0748.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is me enticing you to come with me and see!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245826987860460626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SMzr2hSUhFI/AAAAAAAAAdA/vjMkOZDfEi4/s400/IMGP1821.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I know you are thinking, what is so unique about this temple? Well, check this out!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245832605604842562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SMzw9hA9DEI/AAAAAAAAAdo/rKgh-87SVcw/s400/IMGP1836.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;And this!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245832596738948370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SMzw8__KPRI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/Kp-QoBQhr18/s400/IMGP1835.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And this!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245841750142397058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SMz5RzEmqoI/AAAAAAAAAew/5g_NHBnHKn8/s400/IMGP0747.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are 200 of these large faces carved into the 54 towers that make up The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Bayon&lt;/span&gt;. Are you impressed yet?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245835601649546770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SMzzr6JrNhI/AAAAAAAAAeA/nCVypV4LCgw/s400/IMGP0740.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I suppose you might be getting a little tired of seeing so many faces, but lest you think this temple is unique simply because of that...You should also know that they carved in their walls surrounding the complex these incredible &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;bas&lt;/span&gt; reliefs depicting their daily life and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;significant&lt;/span&gt; events! Here are two examples for you to enjoy! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245837554105335810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SMz1djnaQAI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/WoLFusnafT4/s400/IMGP1822.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245835607364911954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SMzzsPcUw1I/AAAAAAAAAeI/WlfkNGlw6Ug/s400/IMGP0726.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just in case you think that Dad was not with me at this temple, here are two photos to prove that he was!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245832596835461282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SMzw9AWK6KI/AAAAAAAAAdY/pvlyJLK--J0/s400/IMGP1832.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245832604528704162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SMzw9dAYeqI/AAAAAAAAAdg/JHjLVcxXEGc/s400/IMGP1838.jpg" border="0" /&gt;As we were leaving the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Bayon&lt;/span&gt; to go to our third ruin...we passed by this beautiful and peaceful field, "The________ Terrace". I will let you fill in the blank!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245821093018058914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SMzmfZSXwKI/AAAAAAAAAcY/TFIADH2xXpk/s400/IMGP0749.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245843887133790786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SMz7OL_DkkI/AAAAAAAAAe4/9DX6UyzMcmQ/s400/IMGP0751.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I was going to take you to third and final ruin of our visit in this posting...but this will have to do for today. But stay tuned...you won't believe what is coming next!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799977025984633496-2287401635263565889?l=thenanadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2287401635263565889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-as-i-promised.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/2287401635263565889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/2287401635263565889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-as-i-promised.html' title='Just as I promised!'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17028306699563814808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TRufNdLgVRI/AAAAAAAABjw/izIDCSg0HbA/S220/Diane.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SMzlGevdbHI/AAAAAAAAAbw/3f9UEW6FATw/s72-c/IMGP0703.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799977025984633496.post-7087046090051162977</id><published>2008-09-03T10:04:00.018-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T10:50:16.794-06:00</updated><title type='text'>There is beauty all around...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SL_4SlGDTuI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oYB6vrdLGx8/s1600-h/IMGP1881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242181489361374946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SL_4SlGDTuI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oYB6vrdLGx8/s400/IMGP1881.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cambodia is a lovely country. I have especially come to love and appreciate the people of this beautiful land. I have found them to be kind and gentle and quick to meet your smile! However, it is not a country without a past. From it's ancient glorious pinnacles of amazing architecture and domination, to being controlled and almost destroyed by one of their own in the modern era--Cambodia has experienced it all. So come with me in discovering one of the most incredible places in Asia...&lt;em&gt;just be careful not to bump your head!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242152712619715218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SL_eHjYMapI/AAAAAAAAAZk/27sxKWkKg7I/s400/IMGP1843.jpg" border="0" /&gt;One of the most famous sites in all of Cambodia is found at Seim Reap. This is the modern city where the famous ancient city of Angkor was located. Angkor was a huge complex that housed over 400 temples, a large palace and many other buildings. This city was begun in the 9th century and flourished until the 13th century. It's saw its decline by the 15th century--when the jungle took over and kept it hidden from the world. It was re-discovered in the 1800's by a Frenchman and has become one of the most sought after places to visit. Angkor Wat (wat means temple) is the most famous of all the monuments in Angkor--it was built in the mid 12th century and is surrounded by a large moat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Note the aerial view of the complex. Pretty impressive don't you think?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242138247019483058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SL_Q9i0Vz7I/AAAAAAAAAYk/xj1WSsiW8MU/s400/800px-Angkor-Wat-from-the-air.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt; Because dad and I have been to Angkor twice, I shall be including pictures from both trips. (This will keep you on your toes to see if you can tell which trip was when!) However, I shall give you a wee hint--the first excursion was done in pouring rain, while the second one sported blue skies and plenty of sunshine!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's raining...(dare I say it Kara?) Cats and dogs! (I have to get in a cliche now and then!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242139585915941458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SL_SLemIclI/AAAAAAAAAYs/KE-OFVc_zV0/s400/DSC03635.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242151785191676050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SL_dRkcHmJI/AAAAAAAAAZE/GhOCulg0z5k/s400/IMGP0659.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And here we are without the rain gear! Wow--what a difference a day makes!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242145818725312114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SL_X2Rnr5nI/AAAAAAAAAY0/N-K7kXPlWaU/s400/IMGP1880.JPG" border="0" /&gt;As you walk over the moat to enter the complex, you are watched over by a seven-headed serpent or “naga” that forms a stone balustrade on either side of the walkway. They are magnificent and unforgettable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242155104724928098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SL_gSyqhRmI/AAAAAAAAAZs/hON6CmRV8q4/s400/IMGP0694.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This temple was originally built for the worship of Hindu deities. The complex must have been a huge undertaking to build. The stone buildings are massive and when you realise that all this was done with out machinery of any kind, the rest of the day is spent in awe as you witness the size and complexity of the buildings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242160826883087858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SL_lf3XVnfI/AAAAAAAAAaU/tCpRzjy6pvY/s400/IMGP1875.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242160812027359922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SL_lfABdMrI/AAAAAAAAAaE/r2NL7a_LDro/s400/IMGP0669.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                    Can you feel the majesty of this temple complex? Absolutely incredible!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242172668730876866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SL_wRJr3I8I/AAAAAAAAAbM/54aFtYkHt90/s400/IMGP0685.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;Also, when you get close enough to examine the walls, you realize that the almost every wall inside and outside has been carved with the most beautiful and intricate bas reliefs.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242151789507328002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SL_dR0hDOAI/AAAAAAAAAZM/7imflgv85S4/s400/IMGP0665.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242152711244057234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SL_eHeQNipI/AAAAAAAAAZc/11D2ftUyFRU/s400/IMGP1874.JPG" border="0" /&gt; At the center of the temple complex, there is an edifice that has incredibly narrow, steep steps. To reach the top, you literally have to climb bent over, using your hands to help you. This was done deliberately, so anyone climbing up to worship would be forced to do so in a humble-like position. Even the king had to climb it in this manner! I opted &lt;em&gt;NOT&lt;/em&gt; to climb the steps because of the rain--too dangerous. However, we had two companions that thought it would be a fun thing to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here they are on their way up--they are only standing because of the photo shoot!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242155111985690962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SL_gTNtnuVI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Kjq0qZsnNTE/s400/DSC03649.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Looking down from the top!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242155111906185714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SL_gTNaqkfI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/xHOY2vGd_uQ/s400/IMGP0693.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not exactly the best of steps!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242162928152130130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SL_naLM6slI/AAAAAAAAAak/jdR5sM9PXhw/s400/IMGP1869.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was all set to climb the steps this trip...but darn if they had not closed them off. Apparently, someone fell while climbing and spoiled all the fun for the rest of us!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242162922989181986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SL_nZ39-XCI/AAAAAAAAAac/bHdseIquUDM/s400/IMGP1867.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here are two views from the top...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242172655596962898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SL_wQYwfhFI/AAAAAAAAAa0/LC2GmraSGkc/s400/IMGP0681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242172657780710978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SL_wQg5I3kI/AAAAAAAAAa8/WBLIBNU_btY/s400/IMGP0688.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;After leaving Angkor Wat and on our way to visit another temple, I was amazed to see a car wash facility on these ancient grounds...who knew?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242178461381572402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SL_1iU_aNzI/AAAAAAAAAbc/INcL_fvan2w/s400/IMGP0762.JPG" border="0" /&gt; This is all for this posting...I hope you loved Angkor Wat as much as I did! But wait...there's more...two more temples to share and then some thoughts about modern day Cambodia...Are you up for that? &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS: A FUNNY THING HAPPENED ON OUR WAY TO DISCOVER ANGKOR WAT...There was this handsome young man with a film crew standing a few feet away from us. He was obviously getting ready to film about the history of Angkor Wat. As we were watching him prepare, dad said to me, "Isn't that Erin's friend from Punahou? The one that is on Globetrekkers?" I looked closer and sure enough...it was him...none other than Zay Harding! I was going to let it go and not bother him, but I thought better of that idea-- Who could let this opportunity pass?  SO using Erin's name, Punahou and reminding him that he was her classmate, I introduced myself to him. He, of course, was so nice...stopped his filming to chat for a while and inquire after Erin! He told us he was no longer with Globetrekker, but was now working for The History Channel. What a small world!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242178455804707298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SL_1iANyAeI/AAAAAAAAAbU/GucduMLax94/s400/DSC03661.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799977025984633496-7087046090051162977?l=thenanadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7087046090051162977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2008/09/country-with-pastand-future.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/7087046090051162977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/7087046090051162977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2008/09/country-with-pastand-future.html' title='There is beauty all around...'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17028306699563814808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TRufNdLgVRI/AAAAAAAABjw/izIDCSg0HbA/S220/Diane.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SL_4SlGDTuI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oYB6vrdLGx8/s72-c/IMGP1881.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799977025984633496.post-7242552880753991605</id><published>2008-08-16T06:26:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T03:48:49.772-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 90th Birthday Grandpa Hallstrom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know this posting is after the fact...since Grandpa's 90th birthday was on July 18th, but I thought I would post some pictures and memories from the evening for those of you who weren't there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235098638862548850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SKbOea2If3I/AAAAAAAAAXU/KcwcddHEO88/s400/IMGP1643.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Grandpa Hallstrom was completely surprised with his birthday party on Sunday night. Jim and Kathie had fixed one of his favorite meals, Kalbi ribs, and that was the perfect beginning for his special day! After the meal was done, the family had all prepared a short tribute for Grandpa and put them in a book for him to have as a memento from the evening. However, what he didn't know was that Lorraine and Carl Kawakami had asked his old members of the University Student Branch where Grandpa had served as Branch President for 5 years, to write a tribute to him for his service during those years. It was simply wonderful! Grandpa kept asking, "Who are they talking about?" and everyone would say..."You, Grandpa!" All this was done with a modest smile of appreciation from the birthday boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carl explaining to Grandpa who the tributes were from.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235094615211316674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SKbK0Nk7FcI/AAAAAAAAAWk/JlG9G1GgfpQ/s400/IMGP1644.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;Grandpa listening attentively to each and every tribute!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235094618277802978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SKbK0ZAB8-I/AAAAAAAAAWs/P7vHu7qlhvI/s400/IMGP1647.JPG" border="0" /&gt;He seemed to remember every person that wrote something to him, and he couldn't believe that so many would take the time to wish him a Happy Birthday. The memories from the branch reminded the family of the countless acts of kindness that he and grandma have done for so many. Some examples are: helping young people on missions or with difficult financial troubles; countless phone calls to those in need; the many temple trips taken together as a branch, and eating the fabulous dinner afterwards that had been lovely prepared and packed by Grandma-- in the trunk of the car! &lt;div align="center"&gt;Cute Kara!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235108544776267746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SKbXfBQAZ-I/AAAAAAAAAYM/9syLTiyRBzE/s400/IMGP1653.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bri and Erin...so attentive!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235098642105534802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SKbOem7UiVI/AAAAAAAAAXc/F_zPg4lw-Ac/s400/IMGP1652.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;There's a new chip off the old block! Too cute for words!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235108994850803378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SKbX5N6IzrI/AAAAAAAAAYc/wn7qG3My2dE/s400/IMGP1655.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Darling twosome!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235104100767747682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SKbTcWBzzmI/AAAAAAAAAXs/rNUmi37YKJo/s400/IMGP1656.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The grandchildren that were there each took turns expressing their love for him and a special memory of him from their childhood! There were tears shed and love was felt by everyone. What a sweet way to celebrate the magnificent life of of a strong and steadfast man of 90 years! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Of course, it didn't end with the memory sharing; as there was a song to be sung, and a big cake  to be eaten!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He can still 'wipe-out' the candles--with a little help!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235094627283749682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SKbK06jNyzI/AAAAAAAAAW8/ZTRpoWAdikQ/s400/IMGP1671.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What's a birthday without presents?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235094620939996866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SKbK0i6vzsI/AAAAAAAAAW0/Qk9KkHdy3bM/s400/IMGP1668.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;Of course, not everyone was as fully engaged at the end as we were...Can you tell that Ryan is ready for bed?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235105815456990466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SKbVAJvlRQI/AAAAAAAAAYE/kAuCFAcMSNE/s400/IMGP1657.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;this&lt;/strong&gt; is how happy he was after I snapped the picture! Must be the jet lag!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235105806246878818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SKbU_nbuHmI/AAAAAAAAAX8/0TXKs9tatP0/s400/IMGP1662.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799977025984633496-7242552880753991605?l=thenanadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7242552880753991605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-90th-birthday-grandpa-hallstrom.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/7242552880753991605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/7242552880753991605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-90th-birthday-grandpa-hallstrom.html' title='Happy 90th Birthday Grandpa Hallstrom!'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17028306699563814808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TRufNdLgVRI/AAAAAAAABjw/izIDCSg0HbA/S220/Diane.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SKbOea2If3I/AAAAAAAAAXU/KcwcddHEO88/s72-c/IMGP1643.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799977025984633496.post-1384359852817141783</id><published>2008-08-05T06:25:00.017-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T09:38:10.930-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Times!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231026500401749874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SJhW4w8Z33I/AAAAAAAAAWA/4FKKsGWa8dc/s400/IMGP1741.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It has been well over a month since my last post...however, my excuse is that I was on vacation! And what a vacation it was! I arrived in Salt Lake on Wednesday, June 25, and the very next morning we were off to Canada to visit Grandpa and Grandma Clifton! Thankfully, Brett, Julianne and the children wanted to tag along, which meant that Brett did all of the driving and I did all of the backseat driving...which seemed like a fair exchange to me! (Just don't ask Brett for his opinion!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma, Ellie and Ryan are the &lt;em&gt;best little travelers! &lt;/em&gt;The trip from Salt Lake to Taber, Alberta, Canada took 12 hours and I cannot imagine making the trip strapped in a car seat for all that time! They simply are the best! Here are some fun pics of them passing away the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sweet dreams Ry-Guy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231011044842131890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SJhI1If10bI/AAAAAAAAAUg/AYj2tEKZunM/s400/IMGP1623.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Belle--sleeping chic-fully!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231034740724020450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SJheYaiVNOI/AAAAAAAAAWY/zHtz7aF-QRk/s400/IMGP1621.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who knew that seat belts are also used for keeping noses safe?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231012872449192210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SJhKfg3UcRI/AAAAAAAAAUw/biwq-WzNH3s/s400/IMGP1620.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;Of, course, our family trip to Hawaii that began on July 18th, was magical. Jim and Kathie were the perfect hosts...graciously letting us stay in their beautiful home (&lt;em&gt;while they stayed in the cottage at Kahawai Street&lt;/em&gt;) so that we could all be together under one roof. Thank you, Jim and Kathie! We began our stay with cocoa puffs from Liliha Bakery, (thanks to Brett)--burgers from Ku`u Aina, Chantilly cake for the July Birthdays and the list goes on and on. We had good times eating together! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Poor Adam. From the moment we landed in Hawaii, he was bombarded, (mostly by me) to look here, and look there, and what did he think of this and of that? Of course, being the astute man that he is...he was in constant admiration of &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;everything&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; that was pointed out! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;That first night in Hawaii was pool time. In fact, it was pool time in the morning, in the afternoon and in the evening or whenever we were home. Emma and Ellie always looked tres chic in and around the pool--with Ellie also taking some serious pre-cautionary water measures!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231024226714651778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SJhU0azKDII/AAAAAAAAAVw/55H98rV4-YE/s400/IMGP1677.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231025377056705618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SJhV3YKEzFI/AAAAAAAAAV4/vfMT1s3y4nE/s400/IMGP1676.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Here are some pictures of three amazing daughters performing their exceptional skills for their admiring audience. &lt;em&gt;Note the hair&lt;/em&gt;...the girls were most particular about their style! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231018996478372434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SJhQD-pp6lI/AAAAAAAAAU4/Hwrag-_kct0/s400/IMGP1689.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, they &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;can&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; do more than pose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231031357676753746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SJhbTftAk1I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/QSHSLpuraKI/s400/IMGP1686.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, we hardly ever saw Bri's head above water, cause she was always doing this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231019982711216610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SJhQ9Yp42eI/AAAAAAAAAVI/wsBvM7chgV4/s400/IMGP1684.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;And this!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231031106423892674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SJhbE3tqKsI/AAAAAAAAAWI/QMS_AuLQIUM/s400/IMGP1685.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not to be outdone...Emma, Ellie and Ryan were always apart of the fun!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231020774113636258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SJhRrc27b6I/AAAAAAAAAVY/yW7rXHI4qoc/s400/IMGP1679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231020775109004146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SJhRrgkPi3I/AAAAAAAAAVg/Xmzo4q0ViIY/s400/IMGP1680.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;Adam is wishing that he was in the pool with Bri, and Ryan is wishing he wasn't!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I wish that I had my camera with me when we were watching movies in the most amazing Movie room that Jim had designed. The seats were so comfortable, the viewing and sound was amazing! However, the reason as to why I should have had my camera is that within minutes of the movie starting, everyone fell asleep. Just pretend that Bri is in the movie room...add 10 more just like her--and you get the picture!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231024219326380034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SJhUz_Rp-AI/AAAAAAAAAVo/-FLiyWFA_to/s400/IMGP1675.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Sad to say, this posting has come to an end...but no worries, there is still more to come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799977025984633496-1384359852817141783?l=thenanadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1384359852817141783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2008/08/good-times.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/1384359852817141783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/1384359852817141783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2008/08/good-times.html' title='Good Times!'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17028306699563814808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TRufNdLgVRI/AAAAAAAABjw/izIDCSg0HbA/S220/Diane.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SJhW4w8Z33I/AAAAAAAAAWA/4FKKsGWa8dc/s72-c/IMGP1741.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799977025984633496.post-5950344458667697050</id><published>2008-06-19T04:32:00.015-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T20:33:09.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkey Mountain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SFqFSWGesOI/AAAAAAAAAT8/ZBEdU5a-tIQ/s1600-h/2089020890080209138WnvDmX_fs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213626068851667170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SFqFSWGesOI/AAAAAAAAAT8/ZBEdU5a-tIQ/s400/2089020890080209138WnvDmX_fs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last April, when Brett, Julianne and family came for their visit...one of the places that we had to go and see was Monkey Mountain. I had never been, but Irene had raved about this place, and how everyone of her guests she had taken absolutely loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213583651744138914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SFpetWD-RqI/AAAAAAAAATk/FTqZcANyRuU/s400/Monkey+Mountain+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is Monkey Mountain, you ask?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;The Kam Shan Country Park covers an area of 337 hectares, most of which is the water catchment of the Kowloon Group of Reservoirs. It is called Monkey Mountain by the local people as there are hundreds of long-tailed macaque monkeys living in the area. These monkeys are not local wildstock but are descendants of monkeys released there in 1920. It is estimated that there are over 1200 monkeys. Because these monkeys have been fed by visitors so often thru the years, they have become quite aggressive, showing no fear in approaching humans. There are signs everywhere telling the visitors not to feed them, however, feeding the monkeys remains a popular pastime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213580576077178914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SFpb6UT06CI/AAAAAAAAATE/MvUGHUeGNGI/s400/IMGP0595.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Before going there, Irene reminded me of the number one Monkey Mountain Rule, which is to NOT have any food or drink with you. The monkeys can smell it and they will attack people until they get the food. So we made sure that we were snack free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213586881829745474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SFphpXEZM0I/AAAAAAAAATs/nw6vPXegn1s/s400/Monkey+Mountain+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt; After going most of the way via the MTR, we got a taxi to take us the rest of the way. Our taxi driver was an older man...most likely a grandpa. We told him we were going to Monkey Mountain. After driving for a little distance, he said, "Monkey Mountain not good place for little children." Brett, Julianne and I looked at each other and then back at him and said, "Really?" He said, "Monkeys attack little children--you should not take little children there." Feeling somewhat chastened, we retorted with a lame, "Oh." He went on to tell us not to have any food with us or feed the monkeys. We enthusiastically said, "Oh, we don't have any food--and we will not be feeding the monkeys!" When he pulled up to the entrance, we were stunned to see the place crawling with monkeys. There must have been AT LEAST a hundred monkeys running, shrieking, leaping and fighting! It was too intimidating to take all the photos that I now wish I had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214893547406747906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SF8GDTqn6QI/AAAAAAAAAUM/sgi7D3og2Fs/s400/CIMG0961.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214894151754645474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SF8GmfCY_-I/AAAAAAAAAUU/tiD9t8P81UU/s400/Monkey+Mountain+DSCN0887.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213580798078033538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SFpcHPU9HoI/AAAAAAAAATM/0GFzBpMUcxQ/s400/2248092434_eef442ddfe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And right in front of us was this big sign that read, &lt;em&gt;"Do not feed the Monkeys"&lt;/em&gt; was a man kneeling down on the ground with a bag of food that he was passing out to the monkeys. This is what was making the monkeys crazy--as they were fighting for food. Emma and Ellie quickly sidled up to Brett and Julianne, and little Ryan's arms were wrapped tight around Brett's neck. If the taxi driver had not left so quickly, I would have turned around and got right back in! One second of viewing this crazy melee was enough for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213587363993352354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SFpiFbRJ-KI/AAAAAAAAAT0/WyNBr4k7TPY/s400/Monkey+Mountain+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They are not cute monkeys. They are not quiet monkeys. They are not afraid of humans monkeys!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213581117994662226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SFpcZ3HBeVI/AAAAAAAAATU/EONcl5fICIg/s400/monkeymtn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;As we were walking on the overpass that would take us into the park, we noticed a big monkey flying down the hill toward Brett and the girls. I was in the back with Julianne and Ryan, and we all stopped and waited to see what this monkey was going to do. Ellie wanted Brett to hold her, and Emma stuck closely beside him. The monkey came right up to Brett and sat down--Waiting. Waiting for the food which would not be forthcoming. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213580309808640338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SFpbq0YdcVI/AAAAAAAAAS8/O-rUCv6R40o/s400/IMGP0596.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;Okay, the monkey was much bigger AND menacing in person...YOU had to be there to see how fierce he was!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214885692095900818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SF7-6EWkrJI/AAAAAAAAAUE/9t4LJfcTgJg/s400/2089020890080209138WnvDmX_fs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;After this experience, we decided we had enough of monkey attitude! So we left...Irene was disappointed when she discovered that we did not really enjoy our experience. &lt;em&gt;She continues to take her guests there...Me? I don't even bring it up!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799977025984633496-5950344458667697050?l=thenanadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5950344458667697050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2008/06/monkey-mountain.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/5950344458667697050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/5950344458667697050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2008/06/monkey-mountain.html' title='Monkey Mountain'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17028306699563814808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TRufNdLgVRI/AAAAAAAABjw/izIDCSg0HbA/S220/Diane.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SFqFSWGesOI/AAAAAAAAAT8/ZBEdU5a-tIQ/s72-c/2089020890080209138WnvDmX_fs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799977025984633496.post-1074369520351523362</id><published>2008-06-13T08:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T18:16:23.978-06:00</updated><title type='text'>If you could hie to Pakistan--Would you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;When we went to get our visa's for our second trip into Pakistan, the embassy person who was interviewing us asked us if we had enjoyed our first visit. We told him that we had a wonderful experience and were looking forward to returning. With a smile and an attempt at humor, he asked us if we wouldn't mind telling that to CNN! While it is true that this is a country with many challenges, it is also a country that fascinates the visitor. Our first city that we visited was Karachi. After leaving the airport, my eyes were drawn to the most amazing, colorful trucks I have ever seen! Their shape is unique and the painting details are breathtaking! It made me smile every time I saw one!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211355074036748386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SFJz1DJj0GI/AAAAAAAAASg/l2_LY_vP9oU/s400/IMGP0465.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt; Note the intricate detailing. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207571133284523730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SEUCWtYAntI/AAAAAAAAAQI/qfn8OFfi6ks/s400/IMGP0467.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I thought that Pakistan would resemble India, only on a smaller scale and in many ways it did. However, this country has its own unique culture and charm. The country is 97 percent Muslim, leaving the remainder 3 percent Christian.  Five times a day there is a bell that rings throughout the city and it is accompanied by a soulful voice on a city-wide PA system. This is the Muslim Call to Prayer.  What a thrill to experience it firsthand! Click on this link and listen to what it sounds like! &lt;a href="http://www.balaams-ass.com/alhaj/calltoprayer.htm"&gt;http://www.balaams-ass.com/alhaj/calltoprayer.htm&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The women we met were beautiful and gracious--and it was a special experience to spend a few moments with them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211354159226654418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SFJy_zN1jtI/AAAAAAAAASQ/RVfOGSlNJ7o/s400/IMGP0454.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sadly, not all women are treated with dignity and respect...as evidenced by this government billboard posted by a busy thoroughfare.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211316656724414770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SFJQ43gikTI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/MAXmdo_yY5c/s400/IMGP0487.jpg" border="0" /&gt;While there, we visited a Christian Colony. This was a life changing experience for me! There were several families living there that we wanted to visit and gain a better understanding of their life and challenges. As we approached the compound, I was overwhelmed as I began to surmise the many challenges that they must face everyday. Looking across the street from the colony, there were large and beautiful homes, supplied with all of the conveniences of an abundant life. The colony however, was lacking in water, sewage disposal and electricity. The exterior reminded us of what the houses must have looked like in Christ's day. They all had flat roofs--which many of the families were using for much needed living space.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211357121314358002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SFJ1sN2lAvI/AAAAAAAAASo/SWkzZhS6epw/s400/IMGP0418.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt; After visiting one family, the young mother and her small son went up on the roof top to wave goodbye to us! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211327000643211746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SFJaS9m9keI/AAAAAAAAAQo/-nJ0wspowiI/s400/IMGP0456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;As we entered the colony, we were immediately met by an enthusiastic group of children, their ages ranging between 3 and 12 years. We became their "pied pipers" and they excitedly followed us everywhere we went!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;These were some of the boys in our entourage!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211346351140502146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SFJr5T1B-oI/AAAAAAAAAR4/KxPZIOIZeEw/s400/IMGP0434.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look at the sweet faces of these young girls...Beautiful!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211357531096692610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SFJ2EEaTN4I/AAAAAAAAASw/zydNOJ99pqw/s400/IMGP0423.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The children loved having their pictures taken. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211333871118288850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SFJgi4H3h9I/AAAAAAAAARQ/G4o7CnZgMqA/s400/Pakistan_012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But they were most excited when their pictures would magically appear!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211345969954882546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SFJrjHzTA_I/AAAAAAAAARw/_zJwXOOdbes/s400/Pakistan_006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Why aren't these children in school?" I asked. "Because the families are too poor to pay the fees for them to attend," replied our friend.&lt;/em&gt; It was sad for me to look into these dynamic little faces, so full of curiosity and realize that they will never experience the joy of learning that Emma, Ellie and Ryan will. Because of inadequate space in their homes, these children play in the one area of the colony that has an open space...but as you can see, it is less than ideal.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211352327281736690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SFJxVKsIe_I/AAAAAAAAASI/LdFUuZuxgc0/s400/IMGP0460.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As soon as you enter the complex, you are struck by the narrow alleyways that meander up and down over the uneven ground. It feels congested when filling up with playing children, stacks of wood, and small stoves outside the front doors that are used for cooking meals. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211331669144064610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SFJeitITUmI/AAAAAAAAARI/VjhPB8UTOK4/s400/IMGP0452.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Most homes consist of two or three rooms...a bedroom, a kitchen area and a small courtyard. The homes were clean and simple. Family size often includes parents, children, a grandmother and one or two married children. The largest room is the bedroom and it is set up to accommodate everyone in the family. (Some family members will sleep on the roof if there is not enough room.) A couple of kitchen areas we saw had a sink (with no running water) while others just had shelves. I think these women are remarkable when you think of them preparing meals for their families with so little conveniences. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211336696638317842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SFJjHWAVpRI/AAAAAAAAARY/ejzpxTbqe8g/s400/IMGP0443.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211338338936304466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SFJkm8CsM1I/AAAAAAAAARg/XajOzCoVPX4/s400/IMGP0444.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;As we were leaving the colony, I was waiting by entrance for our car to pick us up. I noticed an old woman walking up the road very determinedly towards me. When she reached me, she didn't say a word, but with a sweet smile on her face, she put her arms around me and we just stood still-- embracing. I simply cannot describe the sweetness of that moment. Two women from vastly different cultures immediately connecting through our sisterhood...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211340644450505042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SFJmtIwHEVI/AAAAAAAAARo/ixHPLJ-J9qI/s400/Pakistan_036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799977025984633496-1074369520351523362?l=thenanadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1074369520351523362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2008/06/if-you-could-hie-to-pakistan-would-you.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/1074369520351523362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/1074369520351523362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2008/06/if-you-could-hie-to-pakistan-would-you.html' title='If you could hie to Pakistan--Would you?'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17028306699563814808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TRufNdLgVRI/AAAAAAAABjw/izIDCSg0HbA/S220/Diane.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SFJz1DJj0GI/AAAAAAAAASg/l2_LY_vP9oU/s72-c/IMGP0465.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799977025984633496.post-4549590649027733113</id><published>2008-05-23T06:22:00.016-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T11:16:18.777-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Meeting of the Bears!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SDbPvcbeMmI/AAAAAAAAAPU/ErBxUhVKCKk/s1600-h/IMGP1406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203574833465406050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SDbPvcbeMmI/AAAAAAAAAPU/ErBxUhVKCKk/s400/IMGP1406.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a picture of cute Kara and dad at The Summer Palace. The Summer Palace is another must see when in Beijing. The cold and calculating Empress Dowager Cixi &lt;a href="http://www.chinapage.com/biography/cixi.html"&gt;http://www.chinapage.com/biography/cixi.html&lt;/a&gt; rebuilt this palace in the 1800's and used it during the summer months to escape the humidity in Beijing. Note the first photo of her on the above link. Twenty five years ago we walked into the room where this painting hangs and I have never forgotten it! (Today, you cannot go into any of the rooms!) Her fingernails were deliberately cultivated to that length, as it was a symbol of high status. In fact, she even had gold fingernail covers crafted to keep them protected! She also employed 128 chefs to prepare approximately 150 dishes for every meal. Some of the dishes were for smelling, some for looking at and some for tasting. It is said that she would only take just a few bites from several dishes and then have the food taken away.  Now I know there is a sermon in that story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203560694433067538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SDbC4cbeMhI/AAAAAAAAAOs/puX3Zc5qd2M/s400/IMGP1404.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This picture is of the famous Marble Boat. (thats right...Marble!)  She had diverted the monies earmarked for the Imperial Navy to renovate the Summer Palace and build this boat. The upper level was a tea house...of course she didn't have to worry about spilled tea in a boat that 'stands it's ground' so to speak!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203561677980578338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SDbDxsbeMiI/AAAAAAAAAO0/-WHLCjRyF24/s400/IMGP1396.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is The Long Promenade Of Thousand Steps Corridor! It is spectacular! It showcases over 8000 paintings on the beams and side panels. Check out this closeup...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203562429599855154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SDbEdcbeMjI/AAAAAAAAAO8/KcESZW5RpmU/s400/IMGP1395.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This must have been a sight to behold--watching the artists create these paintings.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;When we first arrived at the palace, there was a man holding two large calligraphy brushes--one in each hand. With water as his ink, he would simultaneously draw the Chinese characters!  It was fascinating to watch and he was delightful to chat with.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203564207716315714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SDbGE8beMkI/AAAAAAAAAPE/6vPkSKvTNFg/s400/IMGP1388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would you like to see some of his work close up? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203564955040625234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SDbGwcbeMlI/AAAAAAAAAPM/wJGOWtSkz6o/s400/IMGP1392.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;Now remember, each brush is creating its own masterpiece in concert with the other hand!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After we were through with the Summer Palace, Dad asked Kara if there was anything that she wanted to see. Her response?  "Well, I have always wanted to see the panda bears!" Dad said that he would love to take his Bear to see China's famous bears. So we paid the admission price to the Beijing Zoo just so Kara could see her bears!  &lt;em&gt;What fathers won't do to make their little girls happy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;However, before you can witness the meeting of the Bears...please observe the following... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203577620899181186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SDbSRsbeMoI/AAAAAAAAAPk/YwTP-q6Tujc/s400/IMGP1431.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Together at last! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203577255826961010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SDbR8cbeMnI/AAAAAAAAAPc/fEta6-4pQuI/s400/IMGP1436.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Now a funny thing happened on the way to the bears...apparently we were going to pass by the Olympiad Park. Our guide asked us if we would like to stop and see it. With our resounding &lt;strong&gt;Yes!--&lt;/strong&gt;he tells the driver to take us to the park. As we are driving along on the freeway, we could see the famous Birds Nest Stadium off to the side.  The driver pulls off on a side road and stops. To our complete amazement, we, along with other tourists climb up an embankment and walk on the shoulder of the freeway taking pictures of the famous structure! In a country where their is a multitude of police everywhere you go, there was not one to be found on the freeway to keep us from being a potential traffic hazard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203580146339951250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SDbUksbeMpI/AAAAAAAAAPs/WV-tBA20b7s/s400/IMGP1407.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The cars were whizzing by at freeway speeds!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Last, but not least, I want to share with you a cultural gem that resonated with me...In every village, or palace structure that we saw in China, the doorways always have a riser built across the threshold, causing the person to have to step up and over to get into the room. I asked my Chinese friend, Athena, why this was so and why were some threshold risers taller than others. She said that this was done to give the person entering the room an opportunity to be reminded of the respect that was to be shown to the occupants of the house. The taller the riser, the greater respect. Wouldn't it be wonderful, if when entering homes or places of worship, that as we step over the thresholds we figuratively step up, giving us pause to think about whose house we are entering--and then act accordingly! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203583779882283682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SDbX4MbeMqI/AAAAAAAAAP0/-QFJzHIUO5A/s400/IMGP1394.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799977025984633496-4549590649027733113?l=thenanadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4549590649027733113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2008/05/meeting-of-bears.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/4549590649027733113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/4549590649027733113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2008/05/meeting-of-bears.html' title='The Meeting of the Bears!'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17028306699563814808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TRufNdLgVRI/AAAAAAAABjw/izIDCSg0HbA/S220/Diane.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SDbPvcbeMmI/AAAAAAAAAPU/ErBxUhVKCKk/s72-c/IMGP1406.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799977025984633496.post-4964126598944332701</id><published>2008-05-16T22:25:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T22:44:53.940-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Single Act...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEIJING!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After Shanghai, Kara and I headed off to Beijing. We met up with Dad and he had one day free so we could explore the city together. I was thrilled to be going back to the Forbidden City. When we were there 25 years ago, I can remember it as though it were yesterday. Mr. Liu, the communist party member guide, was very solicitous of Grandma Hallstrom. He was constantly hovering over her. He would take her arm and help her up the stairs or down; over rough patches and smooth...making sure that she was never in jeopardy. (&lt;em&gt;Grandma was not too thrilled with the constant individual attention!&lt;/em&gt;) The Forbidden city covers an area of about 200 acres. Twenty emperors have lived through the years. It was started in 1406 and finished in 1420. It took 100,000 plus artisans working steadily for 14 years to complete it. The number 9 is considered to be a very lucky, and it is found throughout the palace in decorative details...in fact, there are 9,999 rooms! How is that for good luck? Twenty five years ago we were allowed to go into the rooms and envision an age that had past. Today, no one is allowed to experience that--we could peer through windows and look through open doors, but that was all. We couldn't even walk on the Emperor's pathway like we did 25 years ago! Still, it was fun to be there with Dad and Kara. Here are some of the highlights!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here we are beginning our excursion into the Forbidden City by having our photo taken at Tiananmen Square with the Gate of Heavenly Peace behind us. That picture of Mao has been there for the past 25 years...somethings never change!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201338814359569394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SC7eGAJag_I/AAAAAAAAAOk/JSqJf_Z0uck/s400/IMGP1365.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is an amusing anecdote. Kara and I were sitting down waiting for Dad to take our picture. A Chinese man came rushing up the stairs and gestured to us that he wanted to take a picture with us. Kara and I stood up to stand with him, and he immediately gestured that we needed to stay seated and he would be the one to stand. I am still trying to figure out if there was a cultural significance to that request!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201202071190799282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SC5hugJag7I/AAAAAAAAAOE/Pl4ooskUmV8/s400/IMGP1376.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Forbidden City is filled to overflowing with beautiful details. Mini paintings, elaborate tiles and roof ornaments are some of the beautiful things to appreciate. Note the lovely colors and roof tiles in this picture. It makes me wonder why we didn't go with more detail on our roof!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201203119162819522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SC5irgJag8I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZGTmDGA8acA/s400/IMGP1379.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;An amazing natural stone formation is found in the Emperor's Garden located in the rear of the city. The door behind us was only for the Emperor or Empress to use. This rock formation is called &lt;strong&gt;The Hill of Accumulated Elegance&lt;/strong&gt;. Every year, on the &lt;strong&gt;9th day of the 9th month&lt;/strong&gt;, the Emperor and Empress would enter here and climb to the top to view the scenery. Absolutely stunning... But what I really loved was the wisdom shared on the sign in front of the door!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201204145660003282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SC5jnQJag9I/AAAAAAAAAOU/7dnPdIVHYvE/s400/IMGP1383.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No sermon necessary here!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201215870920721378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SC5uRwJag-I/AAAAAAAAAOc/7BvcMPw-Y7U/s400/Single+act.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could post more about The Forbidden City--but I think this gives you a taste. However, do not despair, we still have The Summer Palace and some odds and ends to cover--plus a another quip!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799977025984633496-4964126598944332701?l=thenanadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4964126598944332701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2008/05/single-act.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/4964126598944332701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/4964126598944332701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2008/05/single-act.html' title='A Single Act...'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17028306699563814808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TRufNdLgVRI/AAAAAAAABjw/izIDCSg0HbA/S220/Diane.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SC7eGAJag_I/AAAAAAAAAOk/JSqJf_Z0uck/s72-c/IMGP1365.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799977025984633496.post-1234000647156089273</id><published>2008-05-09T19:12:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T23:03:03.332-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Torch Comes to Wan Chai!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SCUoJbvehBI/AAAAAAAAAM0/goLMgSc7YUc/s1600-h/Picture+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198605487399928850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SCUoJbvehBI/AAAAAAAAAM0/goLMgSc7YUc/s400/Picture+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Friday of last week, May 2, the Olympic Torch made it's run through Hong Kong. One of the  exciting things about the route was it was going to pass right by our building! Irene and I, along with all of the senior couples and employees were  excited to participate in this event. The government had asked everyone to wear red in support of the torch...Irene wore red...I, however, I wore coral! &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198597893897749410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SCUhPbveg6I/AAAAAAAAAL8/LYyvuQhiBP0/s400/IMGP1555+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; While googling to find out what time the torch was to pass by our building, I discovered something interesting about the torch that I didn't know. The torch relay is a modern event. It was begun for the Berlin Olympics.  Noted Nazi Joseph Goebbels instigated the torch relay as a means of promoting the ideology of Nazism throughout the world! Thankfully, I don't think many people realize that when they are viewing the torch relay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198601926872040434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SCUk6Lveg_I/AAAAAAAAAMk/A4POB2nV_Is/s400/_MG_7237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198602274764391426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SCUlObvehAI/AAAAAAAAAMs/cLV4JjkffsQ/s400/_MG_7244.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Early in the morning of May 2, the overpasses next to our building were cordoned off with police...allowing no pedestrians or onlookers to use them. About 11 am, the sidewalks and open areas along Fleming Street began to fill with people wearing mostly red or carrying red flags. I found out that the torch was not going to be passing our building until around 4pm...so these were dedicated torch watchers! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198601523145114594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SCUkirveg-I/AAAAAAAAAMc/zCyhyNEHtkE/s400/Olympic+Torch+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;As for us, we decided that the side balconies of our building were the perfect venue to view the torch, as they overlooked Fleming and there would be no obstructions. When the torch finally made its appearance, the crowds would cheer as the runner passed by. I have to admit, we all cheered as it passed by our vantage point. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Looking down on the event from our balcony...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198601420065899474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SCUkcrveg9I/AAAAAAAAAMU/rXxqO2WhSOg/s400/Olympic+Torch+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Looking up at our vantage point--I am on the 4th floor balcony!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198601329871586242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SCUkXbveg8I/AAAAAAAAAMM/pQJIoLX7tbE/s400/Olympic+Torch+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;Side Note: After we were through watching the event, I stepped back into the room from the balcony. Our DTA, Terry Oakes said he was relieved that the balcony hadn't collapsed! I laughed...he laughed. Funny man! Later that night when Dad came home, I told him about the torch. He asked where we had watched it. I told him that we were all on the little side balconies. Dad said, "Really?" Those balconies are not built for load bearing...only for decorative design." Apparently Terry was really laughing from relief...not so funny after all!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799977025984633496-1234000647156089273?l=thenanadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1234000647156089273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2008/05/torch-comes-to-wan-chai.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/1234000647156089273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/1234000647156089273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2008/05/torch-comes-to-wan-chai.html' title='The Torch Comes to Wan Chai!'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17028306699563814808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TRufNdLgVRI/AAAAAAAABjw/izIDCSg0HbA/S220/Diane.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SCUoJbvehBI/AAAAAAAAAM0/goLMgSc7YUc/s72-c/Picture+053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799977025984633496.post-6058925129142376978</id><published>2008-05-05T10:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T10:00:07.965-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This is for Laurel...</title><content type='html'>So &lt;a href="http://justaroundthiscorner.blogspot.com/"&gt;Laurel&lt;/a&gt; tagged me. This is not why I blog, but, I always enjoy reading about details revealed when someone is tagged! Although this feels a little strange, I am doing this because Laurel is not &lt;em&gt;just &lt;/em&gt;the friend of our three daughters, but my friend as well! So here it goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 Things I am passionate about:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Husband.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our family.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Living the gospel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Serving in the Church.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reading a great book.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spending time with friends.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Teaching and discussing the scriptures with anybody, of any age, any time!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Having new adventures.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 Past books I have read--only 8? (this is in addition to the scriptures)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A World Lit only by Fire by Michael Manchester&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;em&gt;an engrossing read about the advent of the Renaissance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fire in the Bones by Michael S. Wilcox&lt;/strong&gt;--&lt;em&gt;read this book and introduced to about 25 or more people--Deseret Book should thank me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Plan of Salvation and The Infinite Atonement by Tad Callister--&lt;/strong&gt;Superb!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;John Adams by David McCullough:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; inspiring and enlightening!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1776 by David McCullough:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;this was a borrowed book...when I get my own, I shall read it with a yellow highlighter pen!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Strapless by Deborah Davis&lt;/strong&gt;....&lt;em&gt;this is about John Singer Sargent and the painting that almost ruined him and how it destroyed the life of the woman he painted. Wonderful!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Inkheart Series by Cornelia Funke:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; a delightful imaginary tale about a girl, her father and their love of books. Can't wait for the third book to come out in October of 2008!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Jan Karon Series about Father Tim:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Funny and inspiring!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Things I often say!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That is stunning! (Said mostly to Irene!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;BJ, Airee, Bear, Breezy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's raining cats and dogs...I am lovingly referred to in our family as the Queen of cliches!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is there Not to love about Hong Kong?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You have to have that!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amazing!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anything new in your life?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me do that for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;8 Things I look for in a friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Loyal.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sense of humor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Teaches me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Opens my world to new adventures and insights.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Loves to share on any subject!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thoughtful.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Opens their heart to yours.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Always ready for an adventure!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;8 Things I want to do before I die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Live in Europe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Write my personal history.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take our personal family file to the temple.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Visit the Victoria and Albert Museum in London.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take cooking lessons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Visit the historical sights on the East Coast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take a Cruise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Visit the Holy Land.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;8 Things I have learned this past year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Studying and teaching Isaiah for 8 months was life changing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The gospel brings light and joy to families in the most challenging of circumstances.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Senior Missionary Couples are gifts of gold to those they serve.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is more blessed to give than receive.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Count birthdays by friends, not years!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Being a 'Nana' is sublime!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Making new friends brings joy and greater insights into my life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shopping in Hong Kong for children or adults of any age is pure delight!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799977025984633496-6058925129142376978?l=thenanadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6058925129142376978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-is-for-laurel.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/6058925129142376978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/6058925129142376978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-is-for-laurel.html' title='This is for Laurel...'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17028306699563814808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TRufNdLgVRI/AAAAAAAABjw/izIDCSg0HbA/S220/Diane.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799977025984633496.post-202794021216632607</id><published>2008-05-02T01:22:00.028-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T08:03:33.148-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bunds and Rats and Bear--Oh MY!</title><content type='html'>When Kara was here in February I knew that I wanted to blog--or at least make the attempt. Kara convinced me to do it and then helped me set up the blog before she left for London. I have been waiting for Kara to post about the rest of her China trip, but with all of her Internet challenges, I don't think she will be revisiting the rest of her time here with you. So I have decided to share a little more of what we did together. &lt;em&gt;Side note: It was wonderful to be mothering again and it sure didn't take Kara long to adjust being mothered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195699354813504754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SBrVCQNinPI/AAAAAAAAAKs/LJkjI_cC5aI/s400/IMGP1271.jpg" border="0" /&gt; We decided that we would take a trip to Shanghai and Beijing. Kara had not been to Shanghai before, and it had been 25 years since I had been, so we were excited to go. This is a picture of me in a newly renovated &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;upscale shopping district&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; It used to be an old housing neighborhood. However, the upper stories are still tenant occupied...&lt;em&gt;check out what Kara is pointing to....thankfully NOT for sale!&lt;/em&gt; Pretty Funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195682411167521938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SBrFoANinJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/CuIBBhUTL1c/s400/IMGP1268.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;Now what are the odds of Kara, Shaka and Maui (I am ignorning the second half of the name)coming together in Shanghai?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195685731177241794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SBrIpQNinMI/AAAAAAAAAKU/SvhqSK7lgW4/s400/IMGP1277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;We went into one store and encountered this very large and contented cat. Couldn't resist the photo...the eyes were mesmerizing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195686504271355090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SBrJWQNinNI/AAAAAAAAAKc/-BN7RVN3dos/s400/IMGP1276.jpg" border="0" /&gt; In this newer shopping district, we were bombarded with festive Chinese New Year decorations. They were plentiful and colorful...making "The Year of the Rat" most appealing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195700411375459586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SBrV_wNinQI/AAAAAAAAAK0/09vyFwhwvoQ/s400/IMGP1283.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195704835191774498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SBraBQNinSI/AAAAAAAAALE/73XVYYh4hlc/s400/IMGP1286.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Later that night, we were dropped off across the Huangpu River to view "The Bund" in all its night time glory. This is supposed to be one of the most spectacular waterfronts in the world. We were told by our driver that he would pick us up in one hour. Kara and I wandered down to the waterfront and looked in vain for 'The Bund'--as we were not 100 percent sure what we were supposed to see. Unbeknown to us, Shanghai over used their electricity quota and had begun to economize by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NOT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; lighting up The Bund--or at least on the night we were there. Just our luck! This is what we were supposed to see. &lt;a href="http://www.chinaeguide.com/china-travel/china-top-attractions/the-bund.html"&gt;http://www.chinaeguide.com/china-travel/china-top-attractions/the-bund.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Instead, this is what we saw! Sad...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195707051394899250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SBrcCQNinTI/AAAAAAAAALM/KkbnDffrxAw/s400/IMGP1303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;To keep from freezing to death (since our driver was not coming back for at least 50 minutes), we entertained ourselves by taking pictures. Meet the frozen banditos! We were so cold and had  nowhere to keep warm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195707644100386114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SBrckwNinUI/AAAAAAAAALU/or_I2gN0vMs/s400/IMGP1300.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The next day we went to the countryside. We visited an old Chinese water village. It was a quiet and peaceful glimpse into what life must have been like hundreds of years ago. Thankfully the sun came out, making it a beautiful day to browse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195713197493099858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SBrhoANinVI/AAAAAAAAALc/bQw9eXv7TZE/s400/IMGP1332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We took a water tour of the village and our oars person happened to be a lady! About 5 minutes into the ride, she asked if she could serenade us--to which we enthusiastically said "YES"! People were stopping on the bridges and sidewalks to watch her row and sing! Simply delightful!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195714481688321378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SBriywNinWI/AAAAAAAAALk/cFj1fCvISKw/s400/IMGP1344.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195715057213939058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SBrjUQNinXI/AAAAAAAAALs/zM0rKE67Xho/s400/IMGP1333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We had a wonderful time in Shanghai. I would go back again if given the opportunity. When we went there 25 years ago, we were told that we would never see that China again. It was true...the China I saw those many years ago has been absorbed into a new China...different, but still fascinating. Now we're off to Beijing! Who wants to come?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS: The Bear in the title needs no explanation to those in the know!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799977025984633496-202794021216632607?l=thenanadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/202794021216632607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2008/05/bunds-and-rats-and-bears-oh-my.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/202794021216632607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/202794021216632607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2008/05/bunds-and-rats-and-bears-oh-my.html' title='Bunds and Rats and Bear--Oh MY!'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17028306699563814808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TRufNdLgVRI/AAAAAAAABjw/izIDCSg0HbA/S220/Diane.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SBrVCQNinPI/AAAAAAAAAKs/LJkjI_cC5aI/s72-c/IMGP1271.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799977025984633496.post-1503095150846653576</id><published>2008-04-25T20:36:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T11:38:51.262-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghenghis Khan Country!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SBSkqANinEI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Mjc3A7XETKk/s1600-h/IMGP0390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193957311783279682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SBSkqANinEI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Mjc3A7XETKk/s400/IMGP0390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture was taken in January while in Mongolia of last year. I was expecting huge piles of snow and freezing temperatures. The freezing temperatures we got...however, as it was too cold to snow, there was only about 4 inches of snow on the ground! Can you imagine a place where it is too cold to snow? Apparently we were lucky to be there during this particular January, as it was only 22 degrees F below zero--making it a mild winter! The previous January temperatures had been considerably lower--about 50 degrees F below zero. But it still doesn't explain why my face ached when being outside for longer than two minutes during these &lt;em&gt;"mild"&lt;/em&gt; temperatures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193963913148013666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SBSqqQNinGI/AAAAAAAAAJk/14hl7VG4ToQ/s400/Chinggis_%26_E._Murdock.JPG" border="0" /&gt;When I was in the 10th grade, my girlfriend, Gail Perry did a history paper on Ghenghis Khan. I remember thinking to myself, who on earth is that and how did she know this guy existed? I wish I could ask her--I would be interested in her answer after having experienced Mongolia for myself. She would be amazed to find out I have been to Mongolia! So, thanks to Gail, I knew that Ghenghis Khan was a famous Mongolian! The longer we were in Ulan Bataar it was very evident that he is a historical figure of great significance. There are references to him everywhere--from an incredibly tall sculpture in iron and steel, to a life size replica in ice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193962616067890258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SBSpewNinFI/AAAAAAAAAJc/mxVoMtZZuPE/s400/Ghenghis+on+Ice.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I was surprised to learn was that Russia had occupied this country for over 50 years. However, after seeing the architecture in Ulan Bataar and Darhan the influence is obvious. Nothing too inspiring--just myriads of block type buildings without design details. In fact, if you are like me and unfamiliar with this aspect of Mongolia's history, you would guess it when viewing the city. This photograph shows you what I am talking about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193389259408710674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SBKgBANinBI/AAAAAAAAAI8/qLUc1_cnupc/s400/IMGP0375.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we were driving in from the airport there seemed to be a heavy fog hanging in the air. Not only that, but there was a strong smell of campfire. I asked about this and was told that it was not fog, just heavy smoke from the Mongolians burning coal and wood in their gers! I wish you could have seen and smelt the air! Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is a ger you ask? They are tent like houses that can be set up and taken down in record time--as little as 1/2 hour. These tents give the people the ability to move to a new location when needed. They are round and quite large, housing a family comfortably. Inside you will find regular household furnishings--tables, chairs, beds, drawers, etc. The stove is located in the center of the ger with a pipe going up thru the middle of the roof. The Mongolians have been living in gers for hundreds of years and almost three quarters of the Mongolian population live in them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193388327400807426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SBKfKwNinAI/AAAAAAAAAI0/J8SejAMiDxs/s400/Mongolian+Ger.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Driving to Darhan, (about a 3-4 hour car ride from Ulan Bataar) we entered a snowy, frost laden wilderness. Miles and miles of rolling hills and a few animals seen in the distance. There are few glimpses of human habitation. As we were riding along, an amazing thing happened. We would encounter one or two Mongolians all bundled up walking along the side of the road. I couldn't believe it. I would look north, south, east and west and see nothing except snow and hills! Where on earth had this individual come from? More importantly, where he was going? Growing up in Canada, I had experienced snow, cold temperatures and nasty wind chills first hand. Living here, I could only imagine how hardy one would have to be to brave those freezing temperatures with no shelter in sight! We were told that eventually a car would come along and pick up this person (for a fee) and take him as far as they were traveling. An innovative touch to hitchhiking!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193391703245102114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SBKiPQNinCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/6SzyjvStOiU/s400/IMGP0404.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We saw this cattle herder while traveling to Darhan. I asked if we could stop for a minute and take a picture. The cute thing was that after taking his picture with the herd of cattle, he came over to the side of the road for his closeup! Turns out he was just a young boy with a sweet smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193391991007910962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SBKigANinDI/AAAAAAAAAJM/9Tgu3pveuzA/s400/Boy+Herder.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What is most impressive about this country? The opportunity to meet the people. They are warm hearted and courageous. They live in a climate that is mostly unforgiving for much of the year, yet they are cheerful and hardworking. There are many challenges to be faced, and they do it with courage and strength. They made me feel at home with their beautiful smiles and faces. I loved Mongolia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193965944667544690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SBSsggNinHI/AAAAAAAAAJs/p_BmjUJBmRU/s400/Mongolian+sister.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799977025984633496-1503095150846653576?l=thenanadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1503095150846653576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2008/04/ghenghis-khan-country.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/1503095150846653576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/1503095150846653576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2008/04/ghenghis-khan-country.html' title='Ghenghis Khan Country!'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17028306699563814808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TRufNdLgVRI/AAAAAAAABjw/izIDCSg0HbA/S220/Diane.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SBSkqANinEI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Mjc3A7XETKk/s72-c/IMGP0390.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799977025984633496.post-4875169390458292930</id><published>2008-04-23T19:13:00.025-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T01:58:07.944-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I hope you find this interesting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;This post is all about setting a table...I can remember seeing my first special table setting at Grandma Hallstroms. I was completely amazed that someone would go to all that effort to make a table look so inviting. I loved the anticipation of wondering what she would do for our special meals during holiday times, and I was never disappointed. Do you remember all the fun ornaments that you received through the years at Christmas time because Grandma added that fun touch? Not only did it make the table look festive, but it was a fun favor for you children to take home and hang on the tree! Eventually, I began setting a few holiday tables with a little extra effort. However, when we moved to Japan, (and now in Hong Kong) I discovered how much fun it was to set a table that would make the guests feel special. So here are a few of my efforts since being in Hong Kong...some more inspiring than others! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192616010676607698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SA_gwANimtI/AAAAAAAAAGc/errmRm51724/s400/IMGP1150.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;I bought this table topper in Thailand...the plate chargers from Williams and Sonoma, the red goblets from our very own local "Junk Store" here in Hong Kong. The mums were from my local street vendor...oh, and I made the place cards. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192621409450498802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SA_lqQNimvI/AAAAAAAAAGs/7Aumj8_OI1o/s400/IMGP1171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This was our Christmas table for this year. Same red goblets...but used red plate chargers. However, the Christmas plates are Irene's. I love the plates! She got them from a Noritake outlet store in Sri Lanka...who knew?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192627379455040338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SA_rFwNim1I/AAAAAAAAAHc/zPiVUdspVOQ/s400/IMGP1172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is a close up of the individual place settings....can you see the fun plaid on the plates? By the way, do you notice the goose on the place card? Talk about matching the plates...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192624476057148194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SA_ocwNimyI/AAAAAAAAAHE/vLcIE7A4m8I/s400/IMGP1226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love this tablecloth! We bought it in Indonesia. However, I, totally miscalculated the table cloth length--so it is incredibly large.   When we come home, this tablecloth will have to be used for 12 or more people. See how fun the woven chargers look? The 3 votive pillars in the center of the table were also bought in Indonesia--they are made out of Cinnabar wood. The green glass votives are from the Junk Store!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192637236404984754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SA_0DgNim7I/AAAAAAAAAIM/Q48XQiDk8mQ/s400/IMGP1227.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Notice the place cards. I got the image off the Internet and changed the coloring just a little bit. It matches perfectly with the tablecloth! So much fun! Instead of flowers, I used greenery...and they ended up looking like little trees...a nice change from flowers!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192626481806875458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SA_qRgNim0I/AAAAAAAAAHU/zDeNotJr8cQ/s400/IMGP1229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The wooden elephants are Irene's (speaking of which, I think I need some wooden elephants, don't you?)...the green taper candles I got from the Junk Store...very fun!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192629750276987746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SA_tPwNim2I/AAAAAAAAAHk/KUWScarUI4E/s400/IMGP1471.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This table was so fun to do. I found wonderful eggs at the Junk Store. I had the idea to put the eggs on the candlestick holders instead of candles--it was different, but effective. The flowered cloth is from Japan...it is a hand dyed cotton yukata--of course, it came from the Salvation Army store which means cheap! The blue and white candle holders are from the Junk Store, as are the purple glass votives. My newest acquisition from the Junk Store this year are the blue and white covered bunny dishes--they were perfect for the Easter table setting. (You do realize that when I say Junk Store, that is code for ridiculously cheap and wonderful stuff?)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192647973823224786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SA_90gNim9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/5OgcVyPwrkU/s400/IMGP1473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here is a closer look. The flowers came from the local street market vendor. Oh, I have to say that the flowers you can get here are marvelous...and for just a few dollars! As you can see, I tried to match my flower arrangements to coordinate with the yukata cloth. I think it was successful!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192649451291974642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SA__KgNim_I/AAAAAAAAAIs/ytplBWHSvyY/s400/IMGP1475.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you see the random green glass egg holder on the table? I completely forgot I had left it there. Irene caught it when she came up before the dinner started and was taking pictures! Thank goodness for Irene! All in all, it was a wonderful, springy, Eastery theme. Everybody smiled and enjoyed a great dinner. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now what shall I do for the next table setting?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799977025984633496-4875169390458292930?l=thenanadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4875169390458292930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-hope-you-find-this-interesting.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/4875169390458292930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/4875169390458292930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-hope-you-find-this-interesting.html' title='I hope you find this interesting...'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17028306699563814808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TRufNdLgVRI/AAAAAAAABjw/izIDCSg0HbA/S220/Diane.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SA_gwANimtI/AAAAAAAAAGc/errmRm51724/s72-c/IMGP1150.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799977025984633496.post-4401066960882524558</id><published>2008-04-20T08:31:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T10:06:24.003-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who needs Europe?</title><content type='html'>I can't believe that I have not posted for several weeks...All of my former murmurings about daughters not blogging on a weekly basis has now ceased and been repented of! Erin's "Blanks" have rubbed off on me...and it is a challenge to snap out of it!&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday of last week, I went to Shenzen with Irene and her two houseguests that were visiting from the US. We went to two cultural sites...One was called "Windows of the World" and the other one, "Splendid China." It took about 90 minutes by train to get there from Hong Kong. Irene is absolutely amazing as a tour guide. She can out walk and out last any person her age or younger! I think she has been to these two attractions at least 6-7 times and each time she goes, she has the enthusiasm of first timer! The day was hot and humid...and a little stifling at times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191346469315172034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SAteG-GCVsI/AAAAAAAAAFc/MmHDtCY15Ws/s400/IMGP1486.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is the opening scene to Windows of the World! Who needs Paris or Rome? It is all right here in Shenzen!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Splendid China was mentored by The Polynesian Cultural Center in Laie. Loosely based on what they do in Hawaii, the China version is a little over the top! We saw three shows...The Mongolian Horseback Riders, Oriental Dress show, and a chinese themed Dragon and Phoenix show. Windows of the World is a themed park displaying natural and man made wonders of the world. A wee bit cheesey...but I guess if you can't go and see the real thing, come to China and witness it in minature! We left at 8 in the morning, and didn't get home until 10:30 that night. I was almost too tired to sleep!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191347534467061458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SAtfE-GCVtI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ePhovI8-wKs/s400/IMGP1491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dad and I didn't need to go to Japan to see Mt. Fugi...it's here--in all it's glory! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191356807301453618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SAtnguGCVzI/AAAAAAAAAGU/tmawchjHAYk/s400/IMGP1493.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Irene and I at the Taj Mahal...I know, I just can't stop talking about it--but at least I am not wearing the green shirt!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191350811527108354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SAtiDuGCVwI/AAAAAAAAAF8/bTiiNAFfDjM/s400/IMGP1506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know what you are thinking...is it really possible to see the Effiel Tower and Mount Rushmore from the nation's capital? The answer is obvious..."Seeing is believing!" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191354883156104994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SAtlwuGCVyI/AAAAAAAAAGM/-7v25WGyfqg/s400/IMGP1515.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kara, can your Tower of London compare with this?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799977025984633496-4401066960882524558?l=thenanadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4401066960882524558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2008/04/who-needs-europe.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/4401066960882524558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/4401066960882524558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2008/04/who-needs-europe.html' title='Who needs Europe?'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17028306699563814808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TRufNdLgVRI/AAAAAAAABjw/izIDCSg0HbA/S220/Diane.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/SAteG-GCVsI/AAAAAAAAAFc/MmHDtCY15Ws/s72-c/IMGP1486.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799977025984633496.post-6942687307016534703</id><published>2008-03-20T19:27:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T03:02:17.744-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And you thought I was done...</title><content type='html'>I know you are thinking, what else could mom possibly share about India that could top the Taj Mahal? Well, I am not sure that this entry will compete with the Taj, but I am sure that you will enjoy these tidbits. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, how do you think they mow the lawns at the Taj Mahal? Honestly, if husbands everywhere thought that they needed this equipment to get the job done, I don't think lawns would ever get mowed! Pretty clever, don't you think--a lean, green mowing machine!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180001917177242338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/R-MQTIExIuI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/zpOiROYbIlI/s400/IMGP1069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here is a photo of us checking out the horsepower...or should I say Brahma power! I guess what is missed by the mower, the cows catch it while on their break! Seeing is believing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180002862070047474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/R-MRKIExIvI/AAAAAAAAAEY/z2BDIlQhbsk/s400/Eric%27s+new+mower.JPG" border="0" /&gt; In a previous post, I shared with you the crazy traffic that exists in India. A common sight you will often see, are families of three, four, five and six all riding together on a small motorcycle. We took this picture after a meeting...I am sorry that it is only a family a four, which seems rather 'ho hum' after you have witnessed a family of six riding this way in Delhi traffic. Surely you can see how much space is left on that seat...fitting two more children would not be a problem! Look what a darling family this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180008827779621666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/R-MWlYExIyI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BV5YITX-lwo/s400/Typical+family+on+Bike.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is fun picture of a typical barber shop...we have seen this particular setting not just in India, but also in Pakistan! I am continually amazed at people's ingenuity when it comes to making a living in Asia. There is no space too small or unique that can't be adjusted to make a living! So inspiring!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180486660071170914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/R-TJK4ExI2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/HGPf2Gmdu-8/s400/IMGP0930.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A wonderful experience that I need to share is when we visited Gandhi's memorial. He is referred to as Mahatma Gandhi, which means "great soul". He was a man devoted to peace and reform. As we walked into the room where he had spent the last 3 years of his life, I was overwhelmed at the simpleness of his life. His earthly possessions consisted of woven slippers, a bowl for eating, his glasses and walking stick.   That is all! There is a magnificent monument to the his historic "Salt March" in New Delhi that is not to be missed. The Salt March was a 241 mile march, completed in just 24 days, to protest the British Salt Tax. The Salt Tax made it illegal to sell or produce salt, allowing a complete British monopoly. All people in India were affected because it made it illegal for workers to collect their own salt from the coasts of India.  They couldn't buy the salt, because they couldn't afford it! Gandhi made this a non violent march and it had a great impact on the British rule in India.  I think he truly is a great soul!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180028451485197138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/R-MoboExI1I/AAAAAAAAAFI/VwHHsV429F0/s400/Salt+March.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180011228666340146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/R-MYxIExIzI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DDTGq2EBxaM/s400/Hallstrom+(48).JPG" border="0" /&gt; This picture shows the exact place where he was assassinated. The grounds are so peaceful  I loved it!&lt;br /&gt;I think that this just about does it for India...Although I might share some funny candid shots with you sometime! Interested?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799977025984633496-6942687307016534703?l=thenanadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6942687307016534703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2008/03/and-you-thought-i-was-done.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/6942687307016534703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/6942687307016534703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2008/03/and-you-thought-i-was-done.html' title='And you thought I was done...'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17028306699563814808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TRufNdLgVRI/AAAAAAAABjw/izIDCSg0HbA/S220/Diane.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/R-MQTIExIuI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/zpOiROYbIlI/s72-c/IMGP1069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799977025984633496.post-427010327473353027</id><published>2008-03-20T01:23:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T03:53:52.838-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Incredible India--The Taj Mahal!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/R-IjW4ExItI/AAAAAAAAAEI/d_8lTl9L2UI/s1600-h/IMGP1086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179741397345968850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/R-IjW4ExItI/AAAAAAAAAEI/d_8lTl9L2UI/s400/IMGP1086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I last blogged, we were in India, and since I haven't finished sharing our experiences there, I thought I would continue with the tour! Of course, there is one sight that is not to be missed. I am speaking of the Taj Mahal. This edifice is one of the most amazing structures in all of the world. It truly takes your breath away, it is so beautiful! And to think that I have visited it twice!  What a gift!  The Taj Mahal is located in Agra, and it takes about 5 hours by car to get there from New Delhi.  However, seeing the sights in the countryside of India is well worth the long drive! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179729337077801586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/R-IYY4ExInI/AAAAAAAAADc/PaESrSW3RVg/s400/Taj+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I thought you might like a little historical background. The Taj was begun in 1632 and it took 22 years to build. It is both a tomb and monument to enduring love. The Emperor Shah Jahan lost his beloved wife of 19 years, after giving birth to their 14th child--she was only 39 years old. Shah Jahan was so distraught with her death, that he resolved to immortalize his love for her by building a monument so incredible that she would never be forgotten.  It worked!  A more romantic monument would be hard to find. The workmanship is amazing and the use of precious and semi precious stones to accent the walls inside the edifice is a sight to behold.   Coupled with the surrounding magnificent grounds, the Taj Mahal truly is the  jewel of India. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179729633430545026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/R-IYqIExIoI/AAAAAAAAADk/-bh9dRmJXYo/s400/Taj+Framed.JPG" border="0" /&gt;To go onto the Taj complex, you must put white booties over your shoes.  It is very dark inside the edifice and quite stuffy...making it difficult to see the precious inlaid designs on the walls and to breath comfortably! The Emperor and his wife are buried there...underneath the main floor in simple stone coffins.  As a interesting side note, many years later, when Shah Jahan was 65 years old, one of his sons deposed him as Emperor and imprisoned him a few miles just down the river from the Taj Mahal.  He remained there a prisoner until his death. He was put in room where he could look through the grill work of the prison window and gaze at the Taj Mahal...which brought him great comfort! If you look very carefully, you can see a palace fortress in the background of this picture. This is where he was imprisoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179730728647205522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/R-IZp4ExIpI/AAAAAAAAADs/vpZOqMauHmk/s400/IMGP1085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The first time that we went, it was in April, and it hot...around 112 degrees F. The white stone of the Taj was blindingly, brilliantly, white! Gazing upon it hurt the eyes!  And HOT....oh, it was hot. Walking around the edifice was almost too much to much to bear, especially since our guide was intent on making sure that we learned everything he knew about the monument! When we went inside, it was like taking a steam bath with 150 plus tourists. I have to say, it was a relief to get outside and enjoy some shade under the trees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179728327760486978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/R-IXeIExIkI/AAAAAAAAADE/FESoHes3YCg/s400/Holding+Taj.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Of course, you can't go to the Taj without holding it up...I have to say it, this was not as difficult to do as I thought it would be! Don't you wish you could do this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179728868926366306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/R-IX9oExImI/AAAAAAAAADU/xbcuiAau9YA/s400/Double+Wow.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Dad and I loved this experience. It is right up there with climbing the Great Wall of China!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799977025984633496-427010327473353027?l=thenanadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/427010327473353027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2008/03/incredible-india-taj-mahal.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/427010327473353027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/427010327473353027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2008/03/incredible-india-taj-mahal.html' title='Incredible India--The Taj Mahal!'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17028306699563814808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TRufNdLgVRI/AAAAAAAABjw/izIDCSg0HbA/S220/Diane.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/R-IjW4ExItI/AAAAAAAAAEI/d_8lTl9L2UI/s72-c/IMGP1086.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799977025984633496.post-1079884655023923060</id><published>2008-03-11T04:32:00.019-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T10:34:41.419-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It serves me right!</title><content type='html'>Ever since Erin and Kara started blogging, I have been rather impatient with them when their posts are sporadic. Since I tend to check their blogs at least twice daily, hoping for new postings, I become a little exasperated when nothing new comes up. I must admit, I have on occasion suggested that they could be more consistent with their blog posting. However, today is a new day! Now that I have a blog I completely understand why they don't post every day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176497359284751826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/R9ac7AjqTdI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eYIFvn5W-7w/s320/Sarees!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I love it when there are photos to share, and so, today, I shall share some of our India experiences via photos. It is difficult to find the words to describe India. The women in their saris are beautiful and colorful; the streets are exploding with sights, sounds and smells that have you saying over and over again, "I can't believe I am seeing this!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176522377469251154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/R9azrQjqTlI/AAAAAAAAAC0/VnQB9rXNS5o/s320/Stalls.JPG" border="0" /&gt;While driving in heavy traffic, dad and I just looked at each other and exclaimed, "Surely that can't be an elephant...on a freeway overpass?" We took this photo just as we passed them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176522832735784546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/R9a0FwjqTmI/AAAAAAAAAC8/MAV91OR_Xi4/s320/Elephant.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176488357033299330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/R9aUvAjqTYI/AAAAAAAAABM/a30CPJobnuo/s320/060621_DS_indiaTrafficEX.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is what traffic looks like on a normal day. Six or more vehicles all vying for 3 lanes of traffic! Look carefully...no one drives in their assigned lane! It seems completely crazy to me, but everyone seems to know just what to do! Not only do they make the most of the number of cars on the road, but they are also great at getting the maximum number of people in a vehicle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176493377850068386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/R9aZTQjqTaI/AAAAAAAAABc/iPlviTCeILA/s320/How+Many.jpg" border="0" /&gt; One of the highlights of being in New Delhi is visiting Old Delhi. Look at the crazy conglomeration of electrical wires overhead--how would you like to be an electrician figuring this out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176493781576994226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/R9aZqwjqTbI/AAAAAAAAABk/zVIReOKX0lE/s320/Wires.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is a typical street scene in Old Delhi. Can you picture yourself pulling this load? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176492441547197842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/R9aYcwjqTZI/AAAAAAAAABU/63yc3NVr_ZI/s320/Can+you+Imagine.JPG" border="0" /&gt; How about this load?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176498093724159458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/R9adlwjqTeI/AAAAAAAAAB8/IViIDuUI1Y4/s320/For+1.00+a+day.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Finally, here are a couple of pictures that will forever change the way you think about ironing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First you heat the coals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176500198258134530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/R9afgQjqTgI/AAAAAAAAACM/uYWMk0tIWCI/s320/Hot+Coals.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Then you put them in the iron!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176500601985060370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/R9af3wjqThI/AAAAAAAAACU/TvSgeIcNxuk/s320/You+are+Kidding.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Now you are good to go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176504484635495986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/R9ajZwjqTjI/AAAAAAAAACk/_X0z0mlp05o/s320/Lets+Iron.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799977025984633496-1079884655023923060?l=thenanadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1079884655023923060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2008/03/it-serves-me-right.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/1079884655023923060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/1079884655023923060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2008/03/it-serves-me-right.html' title='It serves me right!'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17028306699563814808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TRufNdLgVRI/AAAAAAAABjw/izIDCSg0HbA/S220/Diane.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/R9ac7AjqTdI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eYIFvn5W-7w/s72-c/Sarees!.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799977025984633496.post-5540382195280100134</id><published>2008-03-03T07:26:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T08:50:54.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Year of the Hair--1960!</title><content type='html'>I was looking at my photos today, and came across this picture of me from the 5th grade--probably taken in late September, or early October of 1960. This is the kind of memory that is pretty funny now, but extremely traumatic then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the spring of that same year (4th grade) my dad said that I could get my hair done in a real beauty salon. My mom and I decided that we should try a moderately curly perm...I was so excited to have bouncy curls, that I was counting the days until I could get it done. My dad said that we would even go to Lethbridge to have it done. Lethbridge! Can you imagine that? My dad was willing to drive 30 miles so that I could get my hair done! I was so excited! Of course, what I didn't realize, was that my father's idea of a professional beauty salon was the local beauty school for aspiring young hair-dressers (as they were called back then). The other reason my dad was so anxious to take me to the Lethbridge Beauty School, was that the cost was five dollars. Five dollars to cut, perm and style my hair...and with prices like that, the beauty school was assured of a consistent clientele. The day arrived--it was a Saturday morning in April and we made sure that we were there when they first opened. From 10 until 3 I was in the chair--while some young girl struggled to put the perm curlers in and saturate it with solution. Five hours later I was finally finished! My hair was so thick with curls she could barely get a comb through it to style it. The perm smell was so strong that it made me want to hold my nose. The hair-dresser  told me not to wash my hair for a couple of days, so the perm would &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; lose its curl. (There was absolutely no chance of that happening...EVER) After the two days had passed, I was excited to wash and style my hair. I kept envisioning the lovely curls and how Louise (my BFF) would be so jealous. I remember washing my hair and then drying it. To my horror--where there should have been curls, there was only frizz...lots and lots of frizz. So much frizz, in fact, that my head looked like I had a hair helmet on. The tears flowed and I was so mad at my dad, that I told him that I would never, ever, go to a beauty school again! He responded that we couldn't blame the school, after all, they were just learning--but think of the money we saved! Sadly, I soon realized that the only way I could make my hair look "normal" was to wet it down and put some Dippity Doo on it to keep it in place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, perhaps, you can understand why I told you it was in late September or early October of that same year when I got my 5th grade picture taken...some  7 months later...7 long months of hair washing, dippity dooing and praying for the perm to relax and "just go away." However, when the school pictures were announced, I was devastated. Yes, the hair had relaxed a little, but it still required a wetting down and dippity doo! I remember crying as I wet my hair that morning, knowing that this year I would not have anyone telling me that my school picture looked like a movie star...(My friend, Patty Jensen had taken a "movie star" picture the previous year, and me and all of my friends wanted our picture to look like hers--Come to think of it, she was the reason I wanted a perm--she had soft curls and looked fabulous!). Needless to say, the 5th grade would not be my year to dazzle--only to look frazzled! (I suppose I don't need to tell you that Louise was never jealous of my beauty school curls.) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173540367675968274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 352px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="400" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/R8wbjcZ4SxI/AAAAAAAAAA8/FpHK7vLybao/s400/diane+4th+grade.png" width="387" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799977025984633496-5540382195280100134?l=thenanadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5540382195280100134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2008/03/year-of-hair-1960.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/5540382195280100134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/5540382195280100134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2008/03/year-of-hair-1960.html' title='The Year of the Hair--1960!'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17028306699563814808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TRufNdLgVRI/AAAAAAAABjw/izIDCSg0HbA/S220/Diane.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/R8wbjcZ4SxI/AAAAAAAAAA8/FpHK7vLybao/s72-c/diane+4th+grade.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799977025984633496.post-1351445006875319044</id><published>2008-02-18T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T02:58:26.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You say it's your Birthday?</title><content type='html'>I had a wonderful birthday. Consider the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173071520456002258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/R8pxI8Z4StI/AAAAAAAAAAc/8Aa61ajhFQI/s320/Diane%27s_Birthday,_2-25-08,_001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt; Kara, Dad and I having a birthday moment!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A trip to China the preceding week with fabulous Saturday shopping in Beijing-- compliments of Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Having Kara here to wish me a happy day in person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4 Video-cam conversations with Adam &amp;amp; Bri; Erin; Brett and Julianne, Emma, Ellie, and Ryan and my Mom and Dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A fabulous birthday cake made by Irene...topped off with 57 candles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173069948497971890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="244" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/R8pvtcZ4SrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1lYa1xydoo8/s320/Diane%27s_Birthday,_2-25-08,_004.jpg" width="310" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173069952792939202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/R8pvtsZ4SsI/AAAAAAAAAAU/PoaWHs8xmQo/s320/Diane%27s_Birthday,_2-25-08,_008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;5. Dinner at my favorite Chinese Restaurant in Hong Kong--Peking Garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;6. A 60 minute foot rub at "Happy Feet" along with a pedicure from my friend Teri--boy, were my feet happy! (Kara, I am so sad...had I known about this place, we would have done this together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;7. A lunch with girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;8. Cards, presents and emails from family and friends--Thank You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173072254895409890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/R8pxzsZ4SuI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xUEdq5drCeo/s320/Diane%27s_Birthday,_2-25-08,_006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt; Dad and Elder Garn lighting the potential fireworks display!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The truth is I love Birthdays! I love that everyone gets a special day once a year to celebrate their life. When I was young, my birthday was special because I received two cakes! Grandma Clifton would make me a birthday cake that had money in it. Sometimes the coins would be wrapped in wax paper, and other times she would just bake them just as they were. I can still taste the copper pennies, nickels and dimes as I would bite into slice of cake--mmmm yummy! My mother would bake me a cake as well--in any shape that I wanted and would always make me Sloppy Joes for my birthday dinner. When dad and I moved to Hawaii...birthday celebrations seemed to morph into two, three or even four day events. The day at our home would begin with breakfast in bed and finish with cake and presents at the close of the day: Party Two would have Chinese food at Grandma's with her tasty chocolate cake or the fabulous Liliha Bakery's Chantilly Cake--then family presents with the Kailua Hallstroms and McKinlays! Kid birthday parties were supposed to be held every other year, and this stayed pretty much true to form until Briana was born...then for some inexplicable reason, we seemed to have to friend parties every year! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think too much about my special day...but I am always thrilled when my family and friends make a fuss. However, what really makes me happy is to plan birthdays for our children and grandchildren. I could never wait until the month or week of to plan the celebration. This is a special event! We have the cute birthday table cloth that comes out for the party day...making the presents look festive and inviting! A special meal is thought about and prepared, and there is always cake and ice cream to finish. I love to plan presents that will make the person feel loved and special. I have been planning and shopping for Ellie and Adam's birthday for several months-looking for that special something that will light up the eyes! To begin this year of celebrations, conference weekend we shall celebrate Adam and Ellie's birthday. Of course, we know that Adam's birthday is March 29th and Ellie's is April 10th, but because of our current living situation, no one seems to mind sharing their day or having it a little early or late! The night that Kara arrived in Hong Kong, we had her birthday card ready and waiting on her nightstand. She didn't expect to have an early birthday, but I thought her money would go alot further in Hong Kong than London! I was right--she promptly spent it all in Shenzen the very next day outfitting herself with a gorgeous new wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So 2008 will be another wonderful year to celebrate the people that we love best in this world! Are you excited Hallstrom's and Stewarts? I know that I am! Let the Birthday Parties begin!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173073186903313138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/R8pyp8Z4SvI/AAAAAAAAAAs/L5NpZII-oQ4/s320/Diane%27s_Birthday,_2-25-08,_009.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;PS: I blew out all of the candles with one breath...I am determined that my wish(es) will all come true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/799977025984633496-1351445006875319044?l=thenanadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1351445006875319044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2008/02/you-say-its-your-birthday.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/1351445006875319044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/799977025984633496/posts/default/1351445006875319044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenanadiary.blogspot.com/2008/02/you-say-its-your-birthday.html' title='You say it&apos;s your Birthday?'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17028306699563814808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/TRufNdLgVRI/AAAAAAAABjw/izIDCSg0HbA/S220/Diane.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGo7c8VJ8E0/R8pxI8Z4StI/AAAAAAAAAAc/8Aa61ajhFQI/s72-c/Diane%27s_Birthday,_2-25-08,_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
