tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27080134769978903222024-02-21T03:54:15.717-05:00Mirandom!mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03536541129146643632noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708013476997890322.post-54414787111783514982008-03-29T23:43:00.004-04:002008-12-08T16:57:24.286-05:00more MiRanDoM!!1. i am procrastinating from writing a 15 page paper due in one day. i have got one page ... time for a break.<br /><br />2. i wrote my mom an email entitled 'holla' ... to which she replied, "what is a holla?"<br /><br />3. my little brother drew a drawing of male parts on an assignment of mine ... i didn't notice ... i handed it in ... i got an A+ on that particular portion of the assignment ... i am confused.<br /><br />4. don't go here: <a href="http://www.thespec.com/News/Local/article/346761">OMG!</a><br /><br />5. thank you to steve: <a href="http://thelongestlistofthelongeststuffatthelongestdomainnameatlonglast.com/long361.html">gross!</a><br /><br />6. OhTease! is currently touring! We just finished our first stop in<br /> <span style="font-weight: bold;">The Take Three Tour - No False Starts!</span><br /> first stop: <a href="http://www.corunna.ca/legion/">The Corunna Legion</a><br /> second stop: <a href="http://www.uwo.ca/">The University of Western Ontario</a><br /> third and final stop: Caleilies Bar in London, Ontario (unsure of spelling and website!)<br /><br />7.<br /> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMoUvyfVc4Ktj3_D4D1nsHchNJPlKHeiKpGVBJ_NXrkabBQqWdTV6CTKgRGq7Irdx5UPrJdQVbe-23FWzq__AUc4Bp_5R3KQCMUCnmTu83eS9nyrlvzMnH10wvN6XRZB-3elI2XCxeXHGh/s1600-h/guitarted.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 126px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMoUvyfVc4Ktj3_D4D1nsHchNJPlKHeiKpGVBJ_NXrkabBQqWdTV6CTKgRGq7Irdx5UPrJdQVbe-23FWzq__AUc4Bp_5R3KQCMUCnmTu83eS9nyrlvzMnH10wvN6XRZB-3elI2XCxeXHGh/s320/guitarted.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183381513810297906" border="0" /></a>mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03536541129146643632noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708013476997890322.post-76459025002774343042008-03-12T23:27:00.014-04:002008-12-08T16:57:24.454-05:00MiRaNdOm!1. Just returned from Ontario's Ocean Playground ... aka Halifax! It was great!! Went with a great friend, <a href="http://miranda-mirandom.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-girls.html">Danna</a> to visit another great friend, <a href="http://miranda-mirandom.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-girls.html">Rachael </a>who is doing her Masters at Dalhousie. For the parts of Hali we saw, it seemed wonderful ... it had a small town feel in a big city!<br />A few highlights ...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Porter Airlines:</span><br /><a href="http://www.flyporter.com/">Porter what!?</a> i know right! A new airline with wicked cheap flights that offered a private airport on the TO island, a state-of-the-art lounge, free and unlimited drinks .... pop, water, cappuccino, coffee, a variety of <a href="http://www.tazo.com/default.asp?hasFlash=1&init=">TAZO teas</a> and snacks such as biscotti, cookies, almonds .... Not only that but free drinks, meals, snacks and alcohol on the mere 2 hour flight! INSANE! i recommend it to all!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiid2492fYcw1OchR-n1linIF29kH0KjwCuXrKBfblNnmpgcsBZEVu5VPu_ot2GZalZcNI1e49xGTt2FV5q1HfEqLyRa44X__NOFJt8U0aOitpp-rbh89t-btq7eLoZK-rEh1vYhyphenhyphenLzK1sL/s1600-h/Halifax!+006.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiid2492fYcw1OchR-n1linIF29kH0KjwCuXrKBfblNnmpgcsBZEVu5VPu_ot2GZalZcNI1e49xGTt2FV5q1HfEqLyRa44X__NOFJt8U0aOitpp-rbh89t-btq7eLoZK-rEh1vYhyphenhyphenLzK1sL/s320/Halifax!+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177066509834154050" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Halifax Farmer's <a href="http://www.halifaxfarmersmarket.com/">Market!</a></span><br />incredible homemade, organic, fair trade food, clothing, jewelery and much, much more<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8O30G7k8uswCyIYS-LwSAHesH_rCb2bSsnNSENMiIH6kfbnfqzah38eMe1nhh3cv4g00sEpVNwRBOItMT2H_pvjw5lS2wpwC9tDWs3eTkWZI8d8F6QwA-MG2yeO83pYczquQiv6D1aduV/s1600-h/Halifax!+021.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8O30G7k8uswCyIYS-LwSAHesH_rCb2bSsnNSENMiIH6kfbnfqzah38eMe1nhh3cv4g00sEpVNwRBOItMT2H_pvjw5lS2wpwC9tDWs3eTkWZI8d8F6QwA-MG2yeO83pYczquQiv6D1aduV/s320/Halifax!+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177069151239041138" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Visiting Dalhousie Campus<br /></span><span>and seeing Rachael's life out east<br /><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfyXCTbNYrfqNkhRhBFlh5fIdH-iIFEcusKotMPrq_hpDkX0FKRstN24f2NnGxwraFND74O1cI3m8Sur4WcJ41w1YRyNN53qFBgK_pA3S2Plpexs46d6hyphenhyphenlUOQqv6JRf8v6rELQDL7lcH6/s1600-h/halifax.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfyXCTbNYrfqNkhRhBFlh5fIdH-iIFEcusKotMPrq_hpDkX0FKRstN24f2NnGxwraFND74O1cI3m8Sur4WcJ41w1YRyNN53qFBgK_pA3S2Plpexs46d6hyphenhyphenlUOQqv6JRf8v6rELQDL7lcH6/s320/halifax.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177066277905920050" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPl7UFifgNvBh90HNjx56wWA_1aSFWXFzZE3_C3fV26fpaaptke7mpv2d-s-jvzN3R7E9x59mQZcpdcHfGrGiil6ll9S85WGtBeXcMZzmxGIid0rBQW1Aihuu3y3-ZkCb7uUv8BHlO_kuj/s1600-h/Halifax!+094.jpg"></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Acting like ridiculous tourists!</span><br />and taking every opportunity to snap such photos!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPl7UFifgNvBh90HNjx56wWA_1aSFWXFzZE3_C3fV26fpaaptke7mpv2d-s-jvzN3R7E9x59mQZcpdcHfGrGiil6ll9S85WGtBeXcMZzmxGIid0rBQW1Aihuu3y3-ZkCb7uUv8BHlO_kuj/s1600-h/Halifax!+094.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPl7UFifgNvBh90HNjx56wWA_1aSFWXFzZE3_C3fV26fpaaptke7mpv2d-s-jvzN3R7E9x59mQZcpdcHfGrGiil6ll9S85WGtBeXcMZzmxGIid0rBQW1Aihuu3y3-ZkCb7uUv8BHlO_kuj/s320/Halifax!+094.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177067197028921442" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">2. I sat at my computer for 8 hours today ... and i'm STILL working on a minuscule assignment. Oh the procrastinating woo's of internet.<br /><br />3. OhTease! performed at their first open mic last week ... we got encored!! The open mic host was all like, "oh, is that it? play another ... come on" .... as a man in the crowd shouted, "keep playing!" It was SO fun and SO exciting! We can't wait to go back!<br /><br />4. Kristyn left a <a href="http://www.blockbuster.com/">blocky's</a> video for me on her porch ... between the hours of 3am and 8am, it was stolen. They want $22.50 for <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0866437/">Jane Austin's Book Club</a>. Seriously?<br /><br />5. My dad got his FIRST speeding ticket after 32 of driving!<br /><br />6. Gonna get my license and health card renewed tomorrow (jealous!?) Did you know that you are no longer allowed to smile in your license photo? "Give me you best frown!"<br /><br />7. Happy Birthday <a href="http://www.pernellgoodyear.com/">Pernell!</a><br /><br />8. FINE!! i'll go finish my assignment ...<br /></div></div>mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03536541129146643632noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708013476997890322.post-78067085450839788112008-02-28T10:55:00.003-05:002008-02-28T23:35:04.468-05:00You Would Rather ...<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p><object height="350" width="425"><param value="http://youtube.com/v/c49dS76KhGc" name="movie"><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/c49dS76KhGc" height="350" width="425"></embed></object></p><p>Live forever or dying tomorrow (3:3)<br /></p><p>Eat a block of salt over eating a block of butter (4:2)<br /></p><p>Be unable to hear over being unable to see (4:1)<br /></p><p>Have eyes that always smile over a voice that makes people calm (4:1)</p></div>mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03536541129146643632noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708013476997890322.post-90289329286056344992008-02-20T00:50:00.002-05:002008-02-20T01:33:46.214-05:00An anniversaryThis week marks an anniversary of the death of an incredible friend.<br /><br />Throughout high school and half of my undergrad, i worked in a nursing home. I loved it ... but about 4 years ago, on a whim, i applied for an internship/part time job as a special needs worker. At the time, i had about zero experience working with children besides the random babysitting gig. To my delight, i got the job (by paralleling working with the elderly to working with children!)<br /><br />I was paired up with a beautifully spirited young girl ... She was 13, brown hair, incredible smile and a laugh that actually competed with mine! She also had down syndrome. I spent almost 2 years with her ... once or twice a week. I looked forward to it every time and no matter how i was feeling that day, this particular girl could brighten it. She had the most incredibly supportive and loving family. We all became very close ... I was so sad to say goodbye when i moved to <a href="http://www.channel4.com/culture/microsites/A/art_show/london_sucks/images/title.gif">London.</a><br /><br />A year ago this week, she passed away in her sleep. It was completely unexpected. I had actually called a week before that to make plans to visit as i hadn't seen her for a couple months.<br /><br />A song in the musical <a href="http://www.wickedthemusical.com/">"Wicked"</a> writes, <a href="http://www.musicalschwartz.com/wicked-for-good.htm#lyrics">"Because i knew you, i have been changed for good."</a> At the celebration her life last year, people from all over town came. The venue was packed with people. The "tough boys" from her high school were some of the first to arrive. She touched so many lives, and i wish she could have been around longer to continue spreading her infectious joy. My life has been changed forever because of her. She was the first young girl i worked with and it lit the fire of passion i have for children with special needs.<br /><br />Another quote speaks to me by Friedrich Nietzsche, "Invisible threads are the strongest ties." ~ Not a day goes by that i don't think of her and thank God for my time with her.<br /><br />...<br /><br />Just reflecting as i wait for the last batch of the <a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Best-Big-Fat-Chewy-Chocolate-Chip-Cookie/Detail.aspx">best, big, fat, chewy, chocolate chip cookies</a> to bake and thought i'd share.mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03536541129146643632noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708013476997890322.post-62540045993755583462008-02-15T00:02:00.003-05:002008-12-08T16:57:24.670-05:002 months? seriously!?<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">First of all:</span><br />Happy 2 month anniversary to me for being a slacker and not posting!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Second of all:</span><br />Sorry and THANK YOU Margaret Sara Goodyear for wanting me to post ... even though you used profanities!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Third of all:<br /></span>What to say to represent the last 2 months! ? Let's see ... the 3 biggest things that have happened to me are ...<br /><br />1. Shreddies has come out with their NEW diamond shreddies ... they look so good. <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FQS_s2zcyBw">check it ...</a><br /><br />2. OhTease! performed at the Physio Therapist Talent Show/Fundraiser ... despite some serious technological malfunctions (aka Miranda, the not-so-singer was left soloing their first song) ... it was WICKED FUN and i can't wait to perform with my girls again!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNRvKX8RAFRcJ6OdYtOEv5oe13I3DJSv-wmjxp9qa0rGdJQddEGLIIn_75X4AYql4UdckD_VVaMh4gJ9t_qXKdLxhzspkO2TA7VjmPte6mCX_mF4nKiv3XHXFVxKFqyK2iOYeNdW5mIGHv/s1600-h/DSC00567.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNRvKX8RAFRcJ6OdYtOEv5oe13I3DJSv-wmjxp9qa0rGdJQddEGLIIn_75X4AYql4UdckD_VVaMh4gJ9t_qXKdLxhzspkO2TA7VjmPte6mCX_mF4nKiv3XHXFVxKFqyK2iOYeNdW5mIGHv/s400/DSC00567.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167072963741213522" border="0" /></a>Did you know <a href="http://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=OhTease%21&search_type=">we are on YouTube!?</a><br /><br />3. I have been doing my placement for school at a children's centre ... it's incredible. The children completely inspire me!<br /> I have also been doing a research project for school on children.<br /><br /> <span style="font-weight: bold;"> Top 3 favourite child moments:</span><br /><br />1. Me: "Come on over to the OT table to work with me"<br /> *Katie, age 5: "um, no, i don't think i like you."<br /><br />2. Me: "We are going to try to draw this picture"<br /> *Jamie, age 6: "Who put you in charge?"<br /><br />3. I walk into the child's home ... his first words to me ...<br /> "Are you a girl?"<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">*names have been changed to protect my arse<br /><br /></span>Sorry for the slackage, but i'm back!<span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span>mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03536541129146643632noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708013476997890322.post-70593370683584945272007-12-14T21:35:00.000-05:002008-12-08T16:57:24.816-05:00Mr. Hankey?ANNNNND..... the best Christmas decoration of 2007 goes to .....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoih7CLJ0sxG5FY4He1s3yD6WCgAH-e8fF2HXkYvCZ2MfGHSBxiUoW6u0OAzuQzixCLy8izrJcndI3wCDYOaGOS_EOV-PDK_i9nw5rFwWmU_PGDV4W-2hs8hdZrLeDfNtQBEDkdxFo3nWr/s1600-h/DSCF1588.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoih7CLJ0sxG5FY4He1s3yD6WCgAH-e8fF2HXkYvCZ2MfGHSBxiUoW6u0OAzuQzixCLy8izrJcndI3wCDYOaGOS_EOV-PDK_i9nw5rFwWmU_PGDV4W-2hs8hdZrLeDfNtQBEDkdxFo3nWr/s400/DSCF1588.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144024402264224370" border="0" /></a>Mr. Hankey? ... Mr. Hankey the Christmas Poo ... Is that you!?<br /><br /><br /><br />(this is a south park reference ... if you don't get it see <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B_RWWWSIU8A">here</a>)mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03536541129146643632noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708013476997890322.post-6663932281594258152007-12-10T12:40:00.001-05:002008-12-08T16:57:25.805-05:00OhTease!Our "band" had our first gig!! ... At the class "Christmas Sweater Party!"<br /><br />That's right!! Jokes!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZpCJKOyvRXE_-dVbpcWqePn2ujZBr9AobdsdeH9dpGR9-GfhccluiJvdXyl04ZlM2w3klTPQSAJOtb7rnc_bZ0GMMiGMyUtv0Kn0cpqIXywzm7rQTT7EdVC-qQF87EioHf7qT6G7WhED3/s1600-h/OhTease!.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZpCJKOyvRXE_-dVbpcWqePn2ujZBr9AobdsdeH9dpGR9-GfhccluiJvdXyl04ZlM2w3klTPQSAJOtb7rnc_bZ0GMMiGMyUtv0Kn0cpqIXywzm7rQTT7EdVC-qQF87EioHf7qT6G7WhED3/s320/OhTease!.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142403195125760274" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Our Dressing Room -- Again, that's right! Jokes!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCFeHdu6DplOuaG4ErOpk3ULvrmXS0SVa8hyTGunqHUuV0wxXvPAFKNICgV4qaQ2EL3y17A7GiMbRou3tyPpryfqtdlumTqgM6Oq4NEEiTM_6525RwgqBkj-iaTG4ZxUAC00-V8S58oi1X/s1600-h/private.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCFeHdu6DplOuaG4ErOpk3ULvrmXS0SVa8hyTGunqHUuV0wxXvPAFKNICgV4qaQ2EL3y17A7GiMbRou3tyPpryfqtdlumTqgM6Oq4NEEiTM_6525RwgqBkj-iaTG4ZxUAC00-V8S58oi1X/s320/private.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142403457118765346" border="0" /></a><br />Some of the best outfits!! ... yup, thats a mock turtle neck!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ5LBQTPLWdbRs-W5mpJ9pmvz0NNngYUt8QEYK5mggU17dnosv177AsQ2wojtVap56WL7psV2lz4h5IqaQ8b9HQ5UoJXx4vnifVQQHjw_zkkczWAb9FqsdDOlRI_yOVY_hi7vN8o4WbO8L/s1600-h/davey+n%27+brie.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ5LBQTPLWdbRs-W5mpJ9pmvz0NNngYUt8QEYK5mggU17dnosv177AsQ2wojtVap56WL7psV2lz4h5IqaQ8b9HQ5UoJXx4vnifVQQHjw_zkkczWAb9FqsdDOlRI_yOVY_hi7vN8o4WbO8L/s320/davey+n%27+brie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142403843665822002" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9bTA-MactuOS8mW2ztxLwz8vJxQnOSb80rbVqvo8LJSJ9iZgT7jnoiGmZRqnc4eMbSUAxghTjdmvqRNC21G6J4kA23KkJ-7KU8dT2Ufy3Bd4c1fP3DntUWGoeef0ROwxxDGjE1Wab9HEp/s1600-h/amazing.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9bTA-MactuOS8mW2ztxLwz8vJxQnOSb80rbVqvo8LJSJ9iZgT7jnoiGmZRqnc4eMbSUAxghTjdmvqRNC21G6J4kA23KkJ-7KU8dT2Ufy3Bd4c1fP3DntUWGoeef0ROwxxDGjE1Wab9HEp/s320/amazing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142405402738950482" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNtqSrQl3jJpo_zPAK8810zg6_jIbDCC1WVoFIfMolR1JWrexH-nxwiZGUN0UkOTCpdePSJL3CGoTT-uT3My9L8rAYsjyF1mSPlyxFWxYs4yrmxdVohyphenhyphenRXalGsg5Zbn-RT6ee9HcMvWEIr/s1600-h/yes!.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 252px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNtqSrQl3jJpo_zPAK8810zg6_jIbDCC1WVoFIfMolR1JWrexH-nxwiZGUN0UkOTCpdePSJL3CGoTT-uT3My9L8rAYsjyF1mSPlyxFWxYs4yrmxdVohyphenhyphenRXalGsg5Zbn-RT6ee9HcMvWEIr/s320/yes!.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142406004034371938" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />PS. the bands name is OhTease! ... sound it out... O-Ts ... We are all in school to be Occupational Therapists ... OTs!!!<br /><br />Call my manager if you want to have us at your party! haha!<br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span>mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03536541129146643632noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708013476997890322.post-41542398072006800882007-11-19T16:15:00.001-05:002007-11-19T16:15:07.734-05:00YOU would rather ...<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/HtkFf25JwaM' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/HtkFf25JwaM'/></object></p><p>Take the red pill over taking the blue pill (4:1)<br /><br />Eat a maggot-filled sandwich over going to school or work naked (3:1)<br /><br />Be one meter taller than one meter shorter (4:1)<br /><br />Be invisible OR be able to fly! (2:2)</p></div>mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03536541129146643632noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708013476997890322.post-12723699321157296832007-11-17T17:09:00.000-05:002007-11-17T17:11:02.562-05:00Great Idea!Check out <a href="http://www.joytshirt.com/">this</a> website!!<br /><br />I just bought one, so should you!!mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03536541129146643632noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708013476997890322.post-82144342734553998652007-11-12T14:33:00.001-05:002007-11-12T15:10:24.877-05:00For Tetris Lovers like myself! ...<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p><object height="350" width="425"><param value="http://youtube.com/v/84_QL1kEmH4" name="movie"><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/84_QL1kEmH4" height="350" width="425"></embed></object></p><p>Guaranteed Laughter!!<br /></p></div>mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03536541129146643632noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708013476997890322.post-73822426676077889832007-11-07T23:23:00.001-05:002007-11-07T23:23:20.357-05:00miRANDOM!1. i just put a new air freshener in my bathroom, it smells great ... but has take over my WHOLE apartment - every nook! Now my head hurts! what's a girl to do. There should be some sort of modulator on that!<br /><br />2. I have 3 bottles of shampoo in my shower with about one inch of shampoo in them. Why do i always use up the conditioner 1 week before the shampoo! Does this happen to anyone else!?<br /><br />3. Sitting at my desk this morning, and i see there is a <a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/0/06/Ladybird.jpg">lady bug</a> perched on my next kleenex coming out of my kleenex box. I didn't know what to do . I hate bugs. It's lame, i know. But if i grab the kleenex, he might fly around my room and land somewhere unknown. I couldn't handle that ... this is embarrassing ... i grabbed a plastic grocery bag and with one swift movement, i captured the whole box, top-down. quickly tied the bag .... shoved it into my already existing garbage bin ... tied that bag ... and took it to the garbage shoot. I know. I am not proud of my actions.<br /><br />4. These last 3 days, i was in Toronto for the <a href="http://www.ohahealthachieve.com/Client/OHA/healthachieve07_lp4w_lnd_webstation.nsf/index.html?ReadForm">Ontario Hospital Association's conference</a>. It was pretty good. the better part was spending time with an <a href="http://miranda-mirandom.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-girls.html">amazing friend</a>. Got to chill at her place and see her classroom at her new school (she's a 5th grade teacher!) the not-so-better part was Toronto rush hour traffic. WOW. It took me 2 hours and 10 minutes to get from my friends place IN Toronto down ONE street to the Convention Centre where the conference was taking place. I ca not see myself living there in the future!!mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03536541129146643632noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708013476997890322.post-23749303583856538242007-10-26T10:58:00.000-04:002008-12-08T16:57:26.030-05:00Forgot to mention the retreat ...<span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Amazing People.</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih17A0490ogSCRTukqVbrOSP0p3prXM76B05yQUBPAnORAepnelykj76EC_9M5Dxe4_SNEMt-yngfwpSSaPQ8NuZmSAsTYWWREFALOmHxZiYfbPyzwhaMIst-3zWeyuSLbZFSHylnwNLtF/s1600-h/DSCF1246.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih17A0490ogSCRTukqVbrOSP0p3prXM76B05yQUBPAnORAepnelykj76EC_9M5Dxe4_SNEMt-yngfwpSSaPQ8NuZmSAsTYWWREFALOmHxZiYfbPyzwhaMIst-3zWeyuSLbZFSHylnwNLtF/s320/DSCF1246.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125660973216296434" border="0" /></a><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15766433@N02/"></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Amazing Nature.</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTXEFU2NBcSvik1Gf1WqCQXOm61uXZQobFDEo_jHVmGcomxjQCHwhM0JIOL_kH4IJpqj_zWHZe-uArWNxtZ6i-ApdH-_qg2in4l5PMhOiC1fP2XoV6K375FDeelhfD4cnEjX8ndcidV-xa/s1600-h/DSCF1290.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTXEFU2NBcSvik1Gf1WqCQXOm61uXZQobFDEo_jHVmGcomxjQCHwhM0JIOL_kH4IJpqj_zWHZe-uArWNxtZ6i-ApdH-_qg2in4l5PMhOiC1fP2XoV6K375FDeelhfD4cnEjX8ndcidV-xa/s320/DSCF1290.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125661973943676418" border="0" /></a><br /><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/15766433@N02/">See here for more pictures.</a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Amazing God.</span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(see link for photos!)</span>mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03536541129146643632noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708013476997890322.post-6808521019923273422007-10-18T07:33:00.000-04:002007-10-25T16:30:39.433-04:00The people of LondonJogging in london has been .... has been interesting ... and rewarding ... not because of the epinephrine rush i feel after a good run, but more for the people i have met on my way!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">man #1:</span> awhile back, i met a man named Brian. He was sitting and waiting for the bus ... it was late, around 10pm. He kind of waved me down as i approached the bus stop. Do i know him? I stopped ... i guess he just needed someone to chat with. I learned all about his family, about his love for Elvis and future plans to head to the Elvis celebration in Collingwood. When the bus pulled up, he waved goodbye like we were old friends that chatted often, as if we'd see each other again sometime soon ... we haven't.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">women #2:</span> this happened last time winter was approaching. It was that awkward morning weather that is so much colder than when the sun is out in the afternoon. The moment i stepped outside, i realized it was pretty frigid and that i should be wearing pants ... but i didn't feel much like heading back up the stairs to change in my apartment. My circulating blood should keep me warm! The run was cold ... as i was finishing up ... struggling up the last hill of the route, all exposed skin was red ... these two unrelated, elderly women, one in the bus carol, one approaching, yell in unison as they slap the top of their thighs repeatedly, "YOU SHOULD BE WEARING SLACKS!" I said, "i know," with a smile and small giggle ... they were not smiling ... they were overtly angry with me ... i felt ashamed and thought, <span style="font-style: italic;">i should be wearing slacks.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">men # 3</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">: </span> </span>Running down oxford hill, i see two young men, dressed impeccably, carrying little black books ... mormans. I have had my experiences with them a few years ago when my brother was involved in the church of later day saints. As i attempt to run by, buddy flags me down. I stop, pull out my headphone, "hi?" "HELLO! we can see you are in a rush (<span style="font-style: italic;">i'm not in a rush! i'm exercising!? go on</span>) but we were just wondering if you knew that your lord, Jesus Christ loves you?" "Yes, i do-" He continues with some memorized speech through an expressionless face ... and repeats, "well, we can see you are in a rush, is there a better time we can come talk to you?" <span style="font-style: italic;">Sure meet me here, on the corner of oxford and beaverbrook ....? Does he expect me to give him my address? </span>"No thank-you." "Do you know anyone else we can talk to?" "No," ... cordial good-byes and i keep running ... a bit faster than before.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">man #4: </span>Again, running up the last leg ... i see a man in the distance coming down this <span style="font-weight: bold;">very steep</span> hill on the same side as mine. There is no sidewalk. I make my way onto the side of grass as not to be in his way. As i run by, i attempt to make some eye contact ... he flags me down. I remove my earphone. He asked in a very quiet and gurgled voice, "can you pass me that piece of plastic?" and he points so some clear plastic on the grass. I hand it to him ... he places it into an old Tim Hortons cup that has other various pieces of garbage in it. "Are you collecting litter?" i ask. "mm hmm," he responds quietly. I touch his shoulder - "thank you." He's not looking for praise. Amazing. ... Oh, did i mention he had use of one leg and was in a wheelchair? More amazing.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span>mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03536541129146643632noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708013476997890322.post-78526327031637675462007-10-12T01:41:00.001-04:002007-10-12T01:41:52.831-04:00The Margie Song<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/8Pe_UoC_lBU' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/8Pe_UoC_lBU'/></object></p><p>Finally a song to express my love to you! It'll be the opener to our performance ... one day ... one sweet day.</p></div>mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03536541129146643632noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708013476997890322.post-81526681485500867292007-10-09T16:36:00.001-04:002008-12-08T16:57:31.075-05:00This is my brain on musicI love music!<br /><br />I used to frequent concerts often ... until i had an epiphany during and $80 concert for Justin and Christina where i spent the entire time watching the giant tv screen as opposed to the little ants on the stage waaaaaaaaaay down there! I vowed to cut back since then!<br /><br />My favourite concert, hands down, has been for the counting crows. $20, front row. incredible.<br /><br />This last week i saw some more live music.<br /><br />First stop, $3, Justin Nozuka. I kind of love him. He's kind of 19. eeeeek. he just has some MAD guitar skills and i love watching him perform because he gets so into his music.<br />For your viewing pleasure ...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXHbSn4HyqnBQ4klt9NkA7BxBuHFNz0Q544digb0WTL8gLhbIxp2XEByuMG2fBQOvRRlPt7R7IgOiXeuEB-Joljp_0b_UUCDUnqV_fLnzmtHluPaxCUHaOeumV_zpHVnQ4uOCPY4DNK-hI/s1600-h/DSCF1048.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXHbSn4HyqnBQ4klt9NkA7BxBuHFNz0Q544digb0WTL8gLhbIxp2XEByuMG2fBQOvRRlPt7R7IgOiXeuEB-Joljp_0b_UUCDUnqV_fLnzmtHluPaxCUHaOeumV_zpHVnQ4uOCPY4DNK-hI/s320/DSCF1048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119440443965759506" border="0" /></a>Justin unplugged his guitar and took it into the audience .... just him and his guitar! awesome!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6cE36fJOkljyNUlTlKoy3WJZO_OLig1lvaQs3rcqLwRsN-R14KvE-Q3CRzG4zuugQOPV16xGd8BmRyRLQBojKnaqKIx1g5mxSM3gQhFN6NhjzA-4t_JjpiPwlWn7zg-AxJBKSrP9ttvPa/s1600-h/DSCF1029.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6cE36fJOkljyNUlTlKoy3WJZO_OLig1lvaQs3rcqLwRsN-R14KvE-Q3CRzG4zuugQOPV16xGd8BmRyRLQBojKnaqKIx1g5mxSM3gQhFN6NhjzA-4t_JjpiPwlWn7zg-AxJBKSrP9ttvPa/s320/DSCF1029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119505272202125362" border="0" /></a><br />Yup, that's Justin signing my splint! HAHA!<br /><br />Wanna see some video's!? Check <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cy6jkYESR7o">him</a> out!<br /><br />Next stop, Tegan and Sara ... 20 bucks but general admission, so it was a small venue and we were close! They are awesome!! Canadian twins on guitar ... crazy harmony and a variety of songs.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKJQuCEg5j9ABuVDYQkYqLfq9swrR1fJiof2kLRE1KyU_8PiEggd7uexwitK3uk6aFlHjh4aJUk68Tn2goeI2XgGV3vKsKl8XkAtu7DNeAxGJN2MgOQzvF6XUYGAwjrX65JP9H-n5NEuqK/s1600-h/IMG_6369.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKJQuCEg5j9ABuVDYQkYqLfq9swrR1fJiof2kLRE1KyU_8PiEggd7uexwitK3uk6aFlHjh4aJUk68Tn2goeI2XgGV3vKsKl8XkAtu7DNeAxGJN2MgOQzvF6XUYGAwjrX65JP9H-n5NEuqK/s320/IMG_6369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119511495609737282" border="0" /></a><br />Check <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7-UiLP-BIhY">them </a>out too!<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7-UiLP-BIhY"></a><br /><br />Where will i go next!? Dunno! But in the meantime, i've ordered a book from chapters, <a href="http://www.yourbrainonmusic.com/">"This is your brain on music." </a>Anyone read it? I'm excited to get started ...mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03536541129146643632noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708013476997890322.post-31919003518225730812007-09-24T22:46:00.001-04:002007-09-24T22:46:27.245-04:00TrafficTraffic makes me happy. It really does. Not busy traffic, but the flow and organization of it all. I love the way people work together and obey the rules of the road. Now of course, there are those people who are rude and dangerous, but for the most part, we all follow the rules of the road and people get where they want to be even with thousands of cars on the road.<br /><br />I've thought about this before, but was reminded today as i was driving along Sarnia Road ... at one point, it narrows and curves sharply over an <a href="http://www.historicbridges.org/truss/sarnia/index.htm">old one-lane bridge</a>. There is a small sign that reads, "please alternate." so there was a short line up on each side of the bridge, and one by one, each car from alternating sides took their turn along the shadey bridge. I mean sure, there was one car that tailgated the car in front of him to bud his turn, but for the most part, it was a beautiful synchronization of strangers, and it made me smile.mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03536541129146643632noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708013476997890322.post-42915459479811123302007-09-19T01:36:00.000-04:002007-09-19T15:33:07.415-04:00Things that matterI'm in Occupational Therapy School.<br /><br />I love Occupational Therapy. I love the ideas and the values of the profession. I love considering each person uniquely and seeing potential in all clients. I love that as an Occupational Therapist, you can work within any age group and in an incredible variety of settings (hospital, community, treatment centres, mental health facilities).<br /><br />Then why do you constantly hear me say how i procrastinate when it comes to school work? Why do i always make sure people understand that school is a <span style="font-style: italic;">last </span>priority for me?<br /><br />The reason is that i know what i want to do with my degree. I want to work with children with special needs. This is my passion. This is my number one priority. And when we have to spend so much time in school preparing for the plethora of careers paths we can take, i get bored, i disengage and i procrastinate.<br /><br />As of late, i have frequently found myself explaining to people my lack of interest in school ... and started second guessing myself. Maybe i should put more time into it? But on Monday night, my original beliefs were reassured!<br /><br />.... Monday nights, i work with a young guy who is 12. He is your typical boy. He likes to get dirty, explore, play rough, eat, jump and swim. He is a sweetheart deep down who struggles with behavioural outbursts that are most often immediately followed by remorse and a visible, internal struggle with appropriate behaviours when he is trying to communicate. I love him. He likes me too!<br /><br />I have been working with this young guy for 8 months, and unfortunately because of my new school schedule, my classes go too late on Mondays for me to work with him anymore. I dropped him off on Monday (my second last night with him) ... and stayed a bit later talking with his mom. (a usual occurrence as she is stressed out her mind with two children with special needs, a job, a house and all the extra stuff that goes along with that). Tonight, she was telling me how she was interviewing a new girl to come work with her little guy. She was telling me how he was acting out in front of the new girl. And through spontaneous tears, the mother tells me how he does this cause he knows yet another girl is leaving. Through tears, she tells me how hard it is when he will ask for a girl by name and she has to tell him that she is not coming anymore more. Through tears she tells me that he will miss me. Through tears, she tells me it is so hard for her to send him off with someone new. And through tears but without words she tells me how much she cares for her son. How much he means to her. How much she wants him to be happy.<br /><br />My eyes were filled with tears, and i returned to my car to let them fall. And i sit for a little while ... Gain composure, and am reassured ... this is what i care about, this is what matters, this is why i'd rather spend time with these kids than reading 40 pages on evolution of the raised toilet seat.mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03536541129146643632noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708013476997890322.post-56519997342276395882007-09-17T09:02:00.000-04:002007-09-17T09:04:05.423-04:00My double life.Thursday 4:30pm: Drove to Hamilton<br />Thursday 11:00pm: Drove to London<br /><br />Friday 4pm: Drove to Hamilton<br /><br />Saturday 3pm: Drove to London<br /><br />Sunday 6am: Drove to Hamilton<br />Sunday 10pm: Drove to Londonmirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03536541129146643632noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708013476997890322.post-264059908150317222007-09-14T11:21:00.001-04:002007-09-14T11:21:53.794-04:00The results are in!<p class="MsoNormal">5:1 You would rather hit every red light than always be wrong!</p><p class="MsoNormal">3:1 You would rather drink a bottle of liquid soap than eat a bar of soap!</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p>1:1 You can't decide if you rather see the future or change the past!</o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p>3:1 You would rather never be able to sit than only know 12 words</o:p></p><br />Thanks for voting! I LOVE this game! Your votes are completely anonymous so please put your vote in!!mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03536541129146643632noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708013476997890322.post-62642190971342320722007-09-09T19:03:00.000-04:002007-09-09T19:03:21.538-04:00miRANDOM!1. I bought deli meat for the first time today (part of my mission to force meat on myself!) - and asked for 100 KILOgrams of black forest ham! i was the laughing stock of the superstore!<br /><br />2. I hate full serve gas stations ... i feel totally unconfortable with the whole situation. I avoid them at all costs, but some cities (coughsarniacough) have them everywhere. I get all flustered and awkward, "mame, can you turn off your engine please" "oh right, er, sorry." For example, last time i was there, this is what happens:<br /><ul><li>the stations empty and for some reason i pull into the furthest pump from the gas booth.</li><li>he has to ask me to open my gas tank</li><li>i say $20 please cause i thought i had the cash, turns out i didn't so had to pay with visa - why not just get him to fill it up - wasted his efforts to get it right on 20 - then he has to jog ALL the way over to his booth to ring up the visa</li></ul>It's only 3 things i guess, but for a 5 minute interaction, thats pretty rough and horribly awkward!<br /><br />3. some of you may know that since the age of 21, i have been having grey hairs, by now at the wise age of 23 i have LOADS of grey hair. Today, i discovered something new ... a grey hair on my FOREARM!! Pluck that!<br /><br />4. you know what's actually not tasty ... <a href="http://www.coffeemate.ca/">coffee-mate</a> straight from the package. (it was a triple dog dare! i couldn't back down!)<br /><br />5. First day of school tomorrow - i'm procrastinating - have 2 articles i have to read and reflect on!mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03536541129146643632noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708013476997890322.post-24272054940506737282007-08-23T15:48:00.001-04:002008-12-08T16:57:31.301-05:00Poor Guy ...Some of you may know that i work as a Special Needs Worker. I love my job. It entails a variety of job descriptions. With some of my kids, we do academic work, or we go out into the community, trying to help them be as independent as possible. A lot of times we end up grabbing some food. I've been doing this work for almost 4 years now. I've had a lot of things happen, but yesterday ... Yesterday, something happened that has never happened before ...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz3pteAv10gyHXhMukXWLbLrt7vrDr4DyVH7WtBIPT625rx6P3M8BFdGvij4bR-hsGWCt6Dd6FWCi8mPCPyeamSJEFP77ThWtb7qqz3La25dHLsG3fxMDYUnHBVWwXhyphenhyphenQANmuSdYY-Ylxy/s1600-h/image002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz3pteAv10gyHXhMukXWLbLrt7vrDr4DyVH7WtBIPT625rx6P3M8BFdGvij4bR-hsGWCt6Dd6FWCi8mPCPyeamSJEFP77ThWtb7qqz3La25dHLsG3fxMDYUnHBVWwXhyphenhyphenQANmuSdYY-Ylxy/s320/image002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101992798479207522" border="0" /></a><br />Poor guy ... That's him and his mom at the hospital. How did this happen!? Well you see, my little buddy here likes to use his hands to eat and we have been trying to get him to use utensils ... so at the restaurant yesterday, we were using our forks as microphones (he loves to sing Disney songs) ... we'd sing a bit, then eat a bit ... all was working famously ... until he got a little over excited singing 'be our guest' from 'beauty and the beast' ... before i knew it, the fork was all the way through his nose ... It was awful (but kind of funny!) ...<br /><br />After a call to his mom, some time in the ER, my brave 'lil guy was back home and kind of proud of his new scar!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIF2iNY5yciD8uO0FSWCZ2jVa5wFmiEZIQEmMW1Oh3b8Ssgf9BYF0AcOzi1j3uFc136eLa3MKBmDd7enXyvcTR57uTpm1FO8OVth3UnmOUe54XVGIn2kddUHxXbR_Oyx0m_jIrelHEQtOu/s1600-h/image001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIF2iNY5yciD8uO0FSWCZ2jVa5wFmiEZIQEmMW1Oh3b8Ssgf9BYF0AcOzi1j3uFc136eLa3MKBmDd7enXyvcTR57uTpm1FO8OVth3UnmOUe54XVGIn2kddUHxXbR_Oyx0m_jIrelHEQtOu/s320/image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101993086242016370" border="0" /></a><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />(just kidding).<br /><br /></span>mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03536541129146643632noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708013476997890322.post-71674452807088960212007-08-17T14:34:00.000-04:002008-12-08T16:57:31.440-05:00They Came!!!So live in London and most of you wonderful people reading this live in Hamilton ... that sucks! Mostly because i rarely get the chance to have people over to MY house ... well finally the days have came!<br /><br />Thursday, some great people came to london to enjoy one of Kevin's last meals in Canada ... At one of his most favourite places, <a href="http://www.garlicsoflondon.com/">Garlics of London.</a> What's the food like you ask, well, here's a quote from one of my <a href="http://sickaction.blogspot.com/">favourite food critics</a>,<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"The menu reflects the </span><span style="font-style: italic;">restaurant name. As we glance over the menu that is prominently displayed on the window, we see that many of the items feature different forms of garlic served in many creative ways ... Once seated, we get water, and a basket of bread with a side of lemon pecan butter. As we peruse the menu, we dig into the bread, and discover that the lemon pecan butter was very tasty!! What a great way to start a meal ... We order something that is similar to a Bruchetta, except instead of diced tomatoes and peppers, we get slices of pillowy soft french bread topped with whole roasted garlic cloves, and an assortment of roasted vegetables and grated cheese ... I get a fettuccine with a spicy oil based sauce with spinach, chicken, red peppers, and the all important garlic. What I loved about the dish was that the garlic was whole roasted cloves tossed in with the pasta, instead of being choppe</span><span style="font-style: italic;">d up into tiny little pieces. The earthiness of the roasted garlic really complimented the sauce and the other ingredients ... For curiosity sake, we decide to look at the dessert menu. What I saw took me by surprise. I didn't think they could work garlic into a dessert item, but the menu said otherwise. One of their items was GARLIC ICE CREAM!!!!!!! When I saw this, I said 'That's it, I'm getting one' ... When the ice cream and coffee arrive, I take a small spoonful an</span><span style="font-style: italic;">d begin to let the flavors attack my taste buds. At first, the sweetness of the French Vanilla ice cream wash over me, but out of nowhere, the sweet and aromatic goodness of the tiny chunks of garlic emerge, which sends me into this crazy frenzy of flavorful euphoria. I was absolutely stunned that garlic and ice cream could compliment each other ... The caramelization of the garlic unlocks its natural sweetness, but the sugar just kicks it up a notch.' What a way to end a fabulous meal!!"<br /><br /></span>That was long, but so worth it! (muhaha!)<br /><br />It was super amazing to have friends in my temporary home town and even better to see a couple of them chilln' on my couches drinking some coffee!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj14lCLnQZiPSuBNjw5Fx5TahHXWIrn3X_tPLsIW3liowHdrTMtDYaWoTJR7wuJPFN84RbVPxe9wirz0y7-IfCGmnJ1FJt-WjWkH5Ou7rq1JmUIXpOGterGhhNQNNnCIkJUkSYaz-osMTMP/s1600-h/P1010780.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj14lCLnQZiPSuBNjw5Fx5TahHXWIrn3X_tPLsIW3liowHdrTMtDYaWoTJR7wuJPFN84RbVPxe9wirz0y7-IfCGmnJ1FJt-WjWkH5Ou7rq1JmUIXpOGterGhhNQNNnCIkJUkSYaz-osMTMP/s320/P1010780.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100826504404946002" border="0" /></a><br />THEN the fun didn't stop because after work on Friday, i had the pleasure of picking up an incredible woman who never ceases to inspire me when we chat! Her name is Erin Stanley. On top of that already-icing, as we arrive at my place, another <a href="http://rachelpede.blogspot.com/">gorgeous gem</a> i know was waiting for us in the parking lot! I spent the whole weekend with these girls and man alive!! can we ever talk! we spent nearly every waking moment chatting - catching up and sharing thoughts, ideas, feelings, experiences, music, pictures and laughs. I am so blessed to know these girls. By just being themselves, they honestly encourage me to think different and want to be better. One of my most favourite things about them is their enthusiasm and cheer that they bring to every person in their path. They make every person they come in contact with smile and feel happiness. Wow. <br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: right;">(On her bus ride to London, Erin made us a scavenger hunt!!<br />Even though Rachel cheated, we still tied ... and we both<br />won a PINEAPPLE!! It doesn't get better than that!)<br /></div><br /></div><span style="font-style: italic;">Dear Everyone reading this,</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />You are welcome here any any time</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Sincerely,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Miranda</span> <span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span>mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03536541129146643632noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708013476997890322.post-64508521398661584672007-08-09T14:42:00.001-04:002008-12-08T16:57:31.645-05:00Speeders Beware!!So, i'm heading down my all-too-familiar drive on the 403 from Hamilton back to London ...<br /><br />It's daylight out, so i'm speeding a <span style="font-style: italic;">little </span>(cause we all know i don't really speed anymore due to a strict <span style="font-style: italic;">warning</span> from a male officer!) ...<br /><br />I feel i can afford to one up the speed limit because it's daytime and i can keep track of approaching cars in my rear view and look ahead to the typical "cop-spots" which are<br />1) radar'ing from atop an overpassing bridge, and<br />2) hiding perpendicular to the road under bridges or in U-turn cut outs<br /><br />....well today my friends, i found a new and tricky spot! And i've created a diagram to help you understand.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXbLXOrkSfmXp3XiMh3fuvXwLd_51o7wqIIXhYrLUdW7YqsDv9mR5IIdfLdUVQT0AQGl008MQWyIhVjkOW2NnOf8ljB8BlMGAR6xSFiodZGhFw6iYBRD2RngXOlG4GqaBZAjY00nbqMc8k/s1600-h/cop+hidout.bmp"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXbLXOrkSfmXp3XiMh3fuvXwLd_51o7wqIIXhYrLUdW7YqsDv9mR5IIdfLdUVQT0AQGl008MQWyIhVjkOW2NnOf8ljB8BlMGAR6xSFiodZGhFw6iYBRD2RngXOlG4GqaBZAjY00nbqMc8k/s320/cop+hidout.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096773454779383586" border="0" /></a><br />You'll note Exhibit A - the Enemy (aka - cop!) he is strategically placed on the side of an ON-RAMP onto the 403.<br /><br />There's me - Exhibit B in my Saturn! ... I am busy looking into my rearview and up ahead at the oncoming overpass<br /><br />Exhibit C is important to note - tactically placed bushes to hide the cop-spot until the last second when it may be too late to hit the brakes!<br /><br />...Don't worry, i caught him just in time, but i figured i had to share my new-found wisdom with you so you too can be aware of this devious cop-spot!!<br /><br />Your Welcome.mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03536541129146643632noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708013476997890322.post-13999093024970266622007-08-06T21:29:00.000-04:002008-12-08T16:57:32.401-05:00My Girls!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1JwyJGLLydMw1KcxkU3hJJyyUfdAVytgrDYn7DEMzMgxoO0-1AikR5JBbYPKmIj65m8dTNKnst5nXG2ygduYcVD9uG6Aq7yrNncWytZYTfADv4005qDmzB7FEZv2V9uHo3F7gRcGalwTz/s1600-h/uganda+%28159%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 211px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1JwyJGLLydMw1KcxkU3hJJyyUfdAVytgrDYn7DEMzMgxoO0-1AikR5JBbYPKmIj65m8dTNKnst5nXG2ygduYcVD9uG6Aq7yrNncWytZYTfADv4005qDmzB7FEZv2V9uHo3F7gRcGalwTz/s320/uganda+%28159%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095768329352904290" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">WELCOME HOME KRISTYN!!!!!</span><br /><br />She's been gone for a month and i missed her.<br />She has seen things that i can't imagine.<br />She has met people that have inspired her.<br />She has gained perspective, knowledge and skills.<br /><br />I'm happy she went, i'm happy she's home.<br /><br />I wish i could have been there with you<br />Kristyn ... so much.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizyXDsUFVh0wVe6iccor4FsbMNCkKyzUv2umv2GDEFOf4i6vU-MCyrWSNL19fBBORQOHSpuMyFFBYGB6LOYYBKA-vBgO_TtZY295C8NEg-C_NI8rpv7r7uLgo8BmZwALIn-yqmK2lVHrUb/s1600-h/Picture+045.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizyXDsUFVh0wVe6iccor4FsbMNCkKyzUv2umv2GDEFOf4i6vU-MCyrWSNL19fBBORQOHSpuMyFFBYGB6LOYYBKA-vBgO_TtZY295C8NEg-C_NI8rpv7r7uLgo8BmZwALIn-yqmK2lVHrUb/s320/Picture+045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095781136945381010" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> WELCOME HOME DANNA!!!!!</span><br /><br /> Danna was traveling Europe for 2 MONTHS!<br /> I missed her a lot.<br /> She always goes out of her way to see how i am.<br /> It means a lot!<br /> She's going to be an amazing grade 5 miss lieberman!!<br /> I'm so happy she's back!<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN3LPXubAoIQCAzO5MwauoYMNTSlUKEVNHTr0sc1AT7m0yeFVtCeM4yq-4dhdNb7AX5wV2CycgmPAFdvMdzisEQ89GJeDNsTVfK3JIfCD4N0pBkFR9u1PV1g_veFb3NHpTFXXdGmCzu25n/s1600-h/IMG_0173.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 211px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN3LPXubAoIQCAzO5MwauoYMNTSlUKEVNHTr0sc1AT7m0yeFVtCeM4yq-4dhdNb7AX5wV2CycgmPAFdvMdzisEQ89GJeDNsTVfK3JIfCD4N0pBkFR9u1PV1g_veFb3NHpTFXXdGmCzu25n/s320/IMG_0173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096131004981313218" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">CONGRATS ON BEING DONE SQUID!!!</span><br /><br />Danna has been stuck studying day and night for her MCATS. They are done!<br /><br />Enjoy the rest of your summer TO THE MAX before the fun starts at Physiotherpay school at Mac!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0bw0xTRVAIev0gmSKoGhvkS4Fzdy00YoxHvTy0QUG-5X1HZxLKrMEVATkGIZvTE7HjvFde8em4cIe5NFYVyDukWYepVwGTySARoQa1K05oSnE8veWsHbIUAk7E1jdjDqvMxUUpU-I684C/s1600-h/IMG_0382%5B2%5D.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 220px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0bw0xTRVAIev0gmSKoGhvkS4Fzdy00YoxHvTy0QUG-5X1HZxLKrMEVATkGIZvTE7HjvFde8em4cIe5NFYVyDukWYepVwGTySARoQa1K05oSnE8veWsHbIUAk7E1jdjDqvMxUUpU-I684C/s320/IMG_0382%5B2%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096134191847046882" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> THESE TWO GORGEOUS CHICKS ...</span><br /><br /> are all grown up!<br /> Full time jobs and looking hot!<br /> Can't wait till we are all in the same city again!<br /> I love you Tripti!<br /> I love you Tanuja!<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihX3oamZ64EnERZ34QAHWb90WLvRORdV8fLp-D92TgFFHFsR7HvZhHlmlOvSpLUCDAMAXlqdDRSnc1MWxkRw0twBUyyNjneG5bEkyZoi_s4Yz_d-ZvpKbfVBFG5z6jiYBktW3QIR_wNY6E/s1600-h/Picture+394.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 220px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihX3oamZ64EnERZ34QAHWb90WLvRORdV8fLp-D92TgFFHFsR7HvZhHlmlOvSpLUCDAMAXlqdDRSnc1MWxkRw0twBUyyNjneG5bEkyZoi_s4Yz_d-ZvpKbfVBFG5z6jiYBktW3QIR_wNY6E/s320/Picture+394.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096137773849771762" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">COME HOME SOON RACH!!</span><br /><br />This girl so bravely moved to Nova Scotia to get her masters in Speech Therapy. She has two more years there. We miss her so much.<br /><br />This summer, she has been away helping to run a camp. She's great at her job.<br /><br />Miss you Rae!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdzeC2JNPGI7o0Dv4i0Nizue0KZJPajdhN5vhPAJy79JiRl8SxPfCaaNypyPL6TuszjW9H9gP6q2PqMyrdpq4SR3QQ1Xj_VsePsj1X6JFsaPhyphenhyphenHRNXr2d5Wt4p9Qux-uylPXX1NirhmJz_/s1600-h/5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdzeC2JNPGI7o0Dv4i0Nizue0KZJPajdhN5vhPAJy79JiRl8SxPfCaaNypyPL6TuszjW9H9gP6q2PqMyrdpq4SR3QQ1Xj_VsePsj1X6JFsaPhyphenhyphenHRNXr2d5Wt4p9Qux-uylPXX1NirhmJz_/s320/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096138937785908994" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">MY GIRLS!</span><br /><br />I'm lucky to have 'em.<br />I couldn't live without 'em.<br /></div>mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03536541129146643632noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708013476997890322.post-46720943367835378062007-07-30T13:42:00.001-04:002008-12-08T16:57:33.385-05:00Amazing Weekend!<a href="http://jenkellner.blogs.com/">she</a> is organized.<br /><a href="http://jenkellner.blogs.com/">she</a> drives a boat with speed and style.<br /><a href="http://jenkellner.blogs.com/">she</a> can light a perfect bonfire with one match.<br /><a href="http://jenkellner.blogs.com/">she</a> fixes bar b q's.<br /><a href="http://jenkellner.blogs.com/">she</a> stirs poo with grace!<br /><br />Thanks SO much for having us up at your cottage Jen. It was perfect!<br />Thanks to <a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=818435787">E</a> <a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=507974338">V</a> <a href="http://sickaction.blogspot.com/">E</a> <a href="http://sada.typepad.com/">R</a> <a href="http://www.natashatilley.blogspot.com/">Y</a> one else too for an amazing weekend!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIaoj4g2RUTA-IshQKVWFiXrinlVXCbSXJAF_q6fPSuOSTBIv7nRdAe92IGKSjW4ziRP-8zc5_lZcqCaw8V4NVEFshvN7UmK3061mZ0SsuGGREqOB-GDb5EWEJJ773OpzXyleFyIBoe8GQ/s1600-h/Jen's+Cottage+2007+089.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIaoj4g2RUTA-IshQKVWFiXrinlVXCbSXJAF_q6fPSuOSTBIv7nRdAe92IGKSjW4ziRP-8zc5_lZcqCaw8V4NVEFshvN7UmK3061mZ0SsuGGREqOB-GDb5EWEJJ773OpzXyleFyIBoe8GQ/s320/Jen's+Cottage+2007+089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098543969147813682" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1ehXcLwO7MVsoa4eF1z_nDdbloS2rj9N_lH665j7mQFD2Y1tZcnUN12R_zNaU5ABSW3SYvGClx9UldUoWE99kn3AcRZJU-DUeIAm4jG3DvPJJRrib6iaVbpdLV-kPTDKpFTfSp-IJILQc/s1600-h/Jen's+Cottage+2007+044.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1ehXcLwO7MVsoa4eF1z_nDdbloS2rj9N_lH665j7mQFD2Y1tZcnUN12R_zNaU5ABSW3SYvGClx9UldUoWE99kn3AcRZJU-DUeIAm4jG3DvPJJRrib6iaVbpdLV-kPTDKpFTfSp-IJILQc/s320/Jen's+Cottage+2007+044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098544381464674114" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicK2FrILFan0BsDIGHH3EYKTXZQo6-sJX2LoOU8m5r4cAL3a0SSmoZM7fTs80IZxZiKdZKNwfBZBhzLQpr2aV111MbHeE6R9SL_nh9xnEYKpU8xUxb8Mr8HmNMQokuZ9Zdm4-46-frA9MM/s1600-h/Jen's+Cottage+2007+003.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicK2FrILFan0BsDIGHH3EYKTXZQo6-sJX2LoOU8m5r4cAL3a0SSmoZM7fTs80IZxZiKdZKNwfBZBhzLQpr2aV111MbHeE6R9SL_nh9xnEYKpU8xUxb8Mr8HmNMQokuZ9Zdm4-46-frA9MM/s320/Jen's+Cottage+2007+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098544802371469138" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ecgx3CRaQHs/Rq4rFgjD_jI/AAAAAAAAAAs/J-yDn_2C-1M/s1600-h/Jen%27s+Cottage+2007+089.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ecgx3CRaQHs/Rq4rFgjD_jI/AAAAAAAAAAs/J-yDn_2C-1M/s320/Jen%27s+Cottage+2007+089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093055602238946866" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ecgx3CRaQHs/Rq4rjgjD_kI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TCaIRcBhZKk/s1600-h/Jen%27s+Cottage+2007+044.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ecgx3CRaQHs/Rq4rjgjD_kI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TCaIRcBhZKk/s320/Jen%27s+Cottage+2007+044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093056117635022402" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ecgx3CRaQHs/Rq4tOQjD_lI/AAAAAAAAAA8/KLDtw-QTG_Y/s1600-h/Jen%27s+Cottage+2007+003.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ecgx3CRaQHs/Rq4tOQjD_lI/AAAAAAAAAA8/KLDtw-QTG_Y/s320/Jen%27s+Cottage+2007+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093057951586057810" border="0" /></a>mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03536541129146643632noreply@blogger.com2