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The difference between Mars and Earth is a little thing we call life. It’s OK to feel a bit proud when you see planet Earth from a satellite — she sure is pretty, ain’t she? All the water, and all that air, it darn sure makes for a beautiful, hospitable home. Zoom way in, and you’ll find people discussing their lives on a day-to-day basis, from the perils of dating to imagining what we’d do with a billion dollars. Speaking of unimaginable numbers, there’s about 6.8 billion of us roaming this planet, and we each have a story to tell. What’s yours?

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Film photos from lately
little things + big stuff

One of my goals for my 24th year of life is to take more film photos. I love anxiously waiting to see how photos will turn out. I love the graininess that film naturally gives photos. And, though it’s expensive to buy film and pay developing fees, I really like the permanency of printed photos. I fondly remember nights sitting in my parents’ laundry room going through the boxes of photos by mom has stored there. The little glimpses of my parents before I was born and of me before I remember truly fascinated me. And I just really, really love the idea of my future children and grandchildren being able to do the same.  These are some photos from my most recent roll of film: …. I’m so honored to be featured on Freshly Pressed! An introduction: I’m a 20-something newlywed social worker doing foster care and adoption work while living in the lovely Midwest. The husband is a med student, and he is, by far, my favorite person. He blogs here from time to time. I am also

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Seven Things That Are Underrated (if you ask me)…
Sarah Smiles Awhile

1. A woman with a firm handshake Totally boss. I don’t know about you, but I appreciate a confident, firm handshake when shaking another woman’s hand.  Nothing is worse than going in for an assertive grip only to be met by a feeble handshake in return . Those limp hand shakes are for the birds, and leave me asking, “What woman started this wimpy habit?”  I think there is something so refreshing about a woman with some substance behind that palm.  To me, it says, “I’m a strong, capable, secure woman, and I’m not afraid to show it.”  C’mon ladies, men do it, so why don’t we? 2. Eating dinner alone When I was younger I hated being alone.  I could easily spend days and nights completely consumed by hanging out with my friends.  In fact, the first day I met my friend Reagan, we ended up spending nearly a week together, going back and forth to each others apartments.  I still love my friends (and my husband), but I no longer mind ea

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Which Table is Your?
shani4jc

I came across this in a book I was reading yesterday. It is a Hasidic parable about serving others. “A rabbi asked God about Heaven and Hell.  God said, ‘I will show you Hell,’ and he took the rabbi to a round table filled with ravenously hungry people.  It was a strange sight because in the middle of the table was an enormous pot of stew.  The smell of the stew filled the room, even making the rabbi’s mouth water.  The people around the table had spoons to get at the stew, but the spoons had very long handles – so long that, even though the people could reach into the pot, the spoons were longer than the people’s arms.  The people could not get the food into their mouths.  They were starving.  The rabbi couldn’t believe how badly the people were suffering.  Then God said, ‘Now I will show you Heaven.’ They went into another room that was identical to the first.  Same big, round table, same pot of stew, same spoons with handles long

Breath of life…
Wonderings of aSacredRebel: on Christ, Christianity, Community, God and daily life...

The second account of creation shows nothing being there… No rain and no growth… No one to till the ground… And God created man. Forming him from the dust of the ground and breathing into his nostrils the breath of life. God did not just breath any breath or just air, it was the breath of life! So you are something important and special. You have a special job to do that only you can do. You have been filled with the breath of life, the Holy Spirit and through her you are connected with the creator of all of the universe and are a part of a relationship that will give you all the power and strength you could ever need. As Paul told the Philippians I can do all things through Him who gives me strength. We have been filled with the breath of life, the Holy Spirit and through this we are connected to the greatest power source there ever was!

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Ask
Coloring Outside The Lines

“On this day of your life, Jamie, we believe God wants you to know … that you only need to Ask. God is waiting for your Asking, waiting to reach out to you.” I got this message today in my email. Fitting don’t you think…Ask…What an easy concept, though most of us think it’s a dirty word. It’s hard for people ask for what they want. Me especially.  Maybe I’ll try it…Just Ask. And breathe…What’s the worst that can happen, they say no? Oh well…I’ll keep asking

Basic Cream Pie
Times Colonist

This vanilla-flavoured, custardy cream pie can be left as is, or be flavoured in the tasty ways suggested later in this post. Stay at the stove when making the filling. It requires constant stirring and your attention, or it might burn on the bottom. Tempering in the recipe means to bring the temperature of the egg mixture closer to the temperature of the hot ingredients. Doing so will help prevent the eggs from “scrambling” when both are completely combined. Preparation time: 30 to 45 minutes (depends on if you make your own pie crust) Cooking time: 10-12 minutes Makes: 8 servings For the pie crust 1 deep-dish store-bought or homemade pie crust (see recipe on page C3) Preheat the oven to 350 F. Carefully line the pie crust with foil, and then fill with pie weights, raw rice or dried beans (see Note). Bake for 30 minutes in the centre of the oven. Remove the foil and weights and bake five to 10 minutes more, or until the crust is light golden and dry in the centre. Set pie

Life of A Teenage Gypsy – Part 3
addylaree

May 12th, I only have a short time before my room is to be finished. Think I can make it? We only have 3 weeks until the house is to be completely packed. I feel like the end is approaching quickly. By this time next month, I’ll be an official citizen of Michigan. -Addy

Or was the night moving?
The Night Was Sultry

In the grand scheme of things there are not too many things that can annoy a person better than a landlord.  Amongst the many things that seem to go well, there are an equal amount that goes wrong with my apartment.  The Fates and Gods seem fit to have me walk that fine line of aggravation that makes it near impossible to decide whether to move or stay.  A prime example is the exceptional attempts at pest control.  Mind you they have currently been only attempts or I would have fewer “house guests”.  Oh, they are not so bad once you learn to expect the floor will be moving when you turn the light on in a room at night.  My only main objection is that they don’t help pay rent!  If I could get a quarter out of each bug residing in my home, I wouldn’t have to work and the bank account would be growing.  But alas, they are never ones to consider the feelings of others.  The little buggers seem only to have contempt.  Who knows, maybe they are right to have such feel

Nana Can Draw???!!!
momtoldmetowriteabook

I am seriously out of my league with my oldest grandson. He is the deep thinker, the sensitive one…keeps me on my toes and scraping through the rust in my brain for answers to his deep and penetrating questions. But just for today, let’s just say that his brain works a lot faster than mine–I chalk that up to the fact that his isn’t as cluttered and full of junk like mine. My brain is generally the repository of unnecessary information that pops up and seemingly makes people think I have a fantastic memory. I don’t–it’s that odd information that everyone else shredded years ago, but for some reason is stuck in my head. I really need to do some Spring Cleaning in the upper bunk soon. (Ohhhhhhh–I bet that is why I am having all these headaches!) Anyway…I have been studying for a training class on how to lead the Precepts Bible studies. You know, doing homework, stressing about getting things done ahead of time, wanting to be RIGHT. Ugh

“Melanie the Kindergarten Girl”
day by day

It is the end of the year! Tomorrow is the official start of summer vacation. It is here. At last. Melanie starts school on July 16th a mere seven weeks away! We will spend four weeks of that on vacation. So here’s to our three week summer vacation! We will be spending time in pajamas, laying around the pool, and going to the gym. It should be a great break from the hustle and bustle of a school year. We will end the summer on vacation with extended family. It will be fun. We see cousins, siblings, old friends, and do fun things. The best part of it all. I will be spending buccu time with my Mommy. My Mommy always gives me a vacation. I will get to sleep in, take naps, go for a run (sans kiddos), and best of all sit by the lake or the beach to just talk with my Mama. You don’t realize how much you need your Mommy until you are one. Maybe one day Melanie will think that way too. Here’s to “Melanie the Kindergarten Girl” as she declared herself before she we

I was bored, so…
A Million-Thought Mind

I figured I’d stop and think about some of the idiosyncracies (sp?) that I have. This particular list is more like something that borders on Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. Some are habits that make sense, others are just downright silly. Chances are I’ve forgotten something along the way, and if I do, I might very well post in a separate comment afterwards. So without further ado, here it goes: 1) I have, for lack of better wording, situational germophobia. It isn’t Howie Mandel-level by any stretch, but every so often it drives me crazy that I get this way too. Most of it makes sense; I’ll wash my hands after: petting my dog or anyone else’s, playing guitar or drums, driving (because my steering wheel is sticky for some reason), before AND after sexual activity (whether it’s with someone else or “flying solo” as the kids call it), and as per good practice, after touching raw meat- specifically chicken and fish. Pretty gross feeling if yo

Migraine
what keeps you up at night

I read the post marks, Coffee swills in an otherwise empty stomach, With no provocation, it happens. I become static. My fingernails and teeth are receptive, Prongs of a tuning fork, struck repeatedly. Distress signals reverberate, disrupting my sensory perceptions. Photophobic, all I want is darkness, Under soft sheets, inside the nearest coffin. I need my head on your breast, Tucked safely into your armpit. You have to save me, rub my back While you whisper the sweetest lies as I vomit. Nothing emerges, forlorn, paler than usual. Death is non-existence. All of the awful things I’ve ever felt Are all once trying to force their way out of my body, From behind my right eye with unrelenting fury.

Point Lobos
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We went to Point Lobos State Nature Reserve today. After three days in the mountains, it was time to hit the coast. Point Lobos is off Highway 1, just south of Carmel-by-the-Sea. Ringed with rugged rocky outcroppings its shoreline makes a picturesque home for a wide variety of marine wildlife. In addition to the flora and fauna pictured with this post, we saw sea lions and sea otters, pelicans, cormorants, vultures and sea gulls. We got there after low tide, so Anne was able to do some tide-pooling, before the rising tide made that too risky. Afterwards, we went out to lunch at California Pizza Kitchen.