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My girlfriend has an old shipping container on her property that her kids used to use as a cubby house.  It is complete with bright yellow peeling paint - a perfect backdrop for some outdoor portraits with my daughter and her friend.

I can't wait to go back with my daughter dressed in old fashioned clothes pretending to be Alice in Wonderland!

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Red Fruits

The fruit of silence is prayer.
The fruit of prayer is faith.
The fruit of faith is love.
The fruit of love is service.
The fruit of service is peace.

I suspect I may possibly have had a Proms overload these past few days. Last year I attended around about four concerts. I've attended as many in the first week this year.

Don't get me wrong. I'm not being smug about it. Just really did think I ought to make the effort this year given that I spend so much time banging on about to all and sundry. What I fear now is that I'm boring myself even thinking about them. Maybe I need a night off.

I had originally thought I'd write something after every concert but, to be completely honest, by the time I've finished attending, travelling home or listening to a gig then ruminating about it I'm pretty much a) sick of the Proms and b) keen to go to sleep.

Consequently, all I'd like to say in reference to the end of the first week of the Proms is that I've enjoyed them very much thus far - First night Strauss Festival Prelude, Messiaen organ stuff on Monday and definitely the Vaughan Williams from Prom 10. The cup-of-tea-all-over-my-jeans incident in the bar before the first Prom is now a distant memory. With only sixty-five other concerts to go before the end of the season you'll all be pleased to hear that I promise not to go on about them too much longer. *

* Unless of course you take a look at my Flickr account. I figure it's OK for me to obsess about the Proms there.

I come to Berlin as so many of my countrymen have come before. Tonight, I speak to you not as a candidate for President, but as a citizen -- a proud citizen of the United States, and a fellow citizen of the world.

I know that I don't look like the Americans who've previously spoken in this great city. The journey that led me here is improbable. My mother was born in the heartland of America, but my father grew up herding goats in Kenya. His father -- my grandfather -- was a cook, a domestic servant to the British.

I think his opening is quite telling.  This has defined him as a leader.  On the international stage of nations more concerned with appeasement and United Nations mandates, Sen Obama is at home as a citizen of the world. 

went to the managers office today and requested a motion to dismiss the last 2 months of my lease or even one month as i do not feel any trust with and i just cant sleep well because of the towing of so many people with old stickers ...you would think that the wrecker driver would have began to think something is wrong after about the tenth car with nothing but an old sticker and he did know the dot has the list from that night and the video of them useing the wall mart parking lot to pool the cars has bin secured by the wall mart and belongs to the wall mart attorneys your move mr green ..let me concentrate on the real problem and dismiss the other

walmart saved me more than money

practiced arnt they

Wordpress

I want to give wordpress a chance, I really do but they are some things that Blogger has wordpress does not. It may seem trivial but to me it means the world and the same that goes with Blogger. With Blogger you can change the color of your written content but you can't (or I don't see it) on Wordpress. You can use the strikethrough line in Wordpress but not in Blogger. Wordpress is for a person who is a "power user" when it comes to blogging...I am not that person and that is why I have stuck with Blogger for a while.

I was about about to switch to wordpress but then I found out how to change my template and I stayed put...yet again. This time I may move again because of one "small" thing...I can't add emotions to my post on Blogger. I found (oh so I thought) different scripts so I can begin putting emotions in my post on Blogger. I tried it and maybe I didn't install it correctly. Maybe I will try it this weekend when I have more time. To be honest I'm happy with Blogger. I know you "power users" think Blogger is for wussies...well call me "mr. wuss". I see the pros like Todd Kelley, Fave, Anewlis, Nikki and others fix up their blogs and they are on point. Me, I just wanna post. If I learn a trick or two...sweet. ^_^ But for the most point, I just want it to work.

I'm pretty sure I can learn how to use the "strikethrough" line for Blogger down the road but why Blogger does not have the "smileys" code imbedded in there is kind of funky. I sometimes copy/paste the Yahoo emotions in my post and it's not really a big deal but what if someone wants to leave a comment and use a emotion in their response.