<?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-9037660508820875733</id><updated>2012-02-06T11:59:30.892-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thirty Minutes of Wonderful</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-1887039158396354928</id><published>2012-02-06T08:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T08:09:57.542-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Things I've Learned From Football</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;People who know me know I LOVE football. You don’t even haveto know me all that well to know this. It’s right up there with my middle nameand the fact that I’d rather have a cup of coffee, thank you very much. Withall the hoopla surrounding the Super Bowl, here is a list of five things I’velearned from watching football.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;You can’tdwell on the good or the bad; you just have to move on. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;If the quarterback is sacked, if thereceiver drops a pass, if they get caught in a foul, the game doesn’t stop. Theplayers don’t have time to dwell on their mistakes or even their victories.They have to move on. The clock just keeps on ticking and they have to keep onplaying.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;When you gethit, you have to get back up. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Those players take astounding hits, hitsthat make you think there just is no way they won’t be carted off the field ona stretcher. But up they bounce, sometimes a little slowly or shakily andsometimes with the help of one of their teammates, but up they get. This leadsme to #3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Football isn’ta solo sport, and neither is life. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;No matter how great a player Eli Manningis, and he certainly is a great player, he doesn’t play alone. Without hisfront line to protect him, he would never have the opportunity to throw the firstpass. Without Jason Pierre-Paul knocking down passes and Mario Manninghammaking an astounding catch, the Giants can’t possibly win.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Other peoplewill take credit for your good work and criticize your mistakes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I notice that after a game we say (and Iinclude myself) “We Won!” But I wasn’t out there taking hits or making passes. Ican’t even take credit for great play calling. I didn’t even mow the grass, forheaven’s sake. But even worse than that, we also tend to say “They Lost!” andthen pick apart what “they” did.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;And finally,it’s not over till it’s over. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;When the play is over, there’s another play.When the quarter is over, there’s another quarter. When the game is over, there’sanother game. And even when the season is over and it just didn’t go our wayand we completely screwed everything up, guess what, there’s another season.Just wait for it. It’s coming. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-1887039158396354928?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1887039158396354928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=1887039158396354928' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/1887039158396354928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/1887039158396354928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2012/02/five-things-ive-learned-from-football.html' title='Five Things I&apos;ve Learned From Football'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-3267544308144420840</id><published>2012-02-04T02:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T02:05:58.252-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jerusalem, Fin</title><content type='html'>To continue...&amp;nbsp;More Jerusalem photos. &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/-mFOqmZRDEOY/TyzSrZ7uy3I/AAAAAAAABUc/I5Y1CR-P5lA/s1600/016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="466" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mFOqmZRDEOY/TyzSrZ7uy3I/AAAAAAAABUc/I5Y1CR-P5lA/s640/016.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an excavation from the time of Christ. It is a Roman road and pillars. It is blocked off and is still an ongoing dig. Since this was the Sabbath, there wasn't any work going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7G_c2QkJc7M/TyzTf7UTADI/AAAAAAAABUk/L_7BICTRUDw/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7G_c2QkJc7M/TyzTf7UTADI/AAAAAAAABUk/L_7BICTRUDw/s640/017.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Dome of the Rock in the background on our way down to the Western Wall. Don't laugh. it was raining and cool and I was trying to stay warm and dry. I wasn't covering&amp;nbsp;my head for religious purposes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are told to be circumspect in our attire and dress modestly, but the only place I saw a sign asking for modest clothing and for people to cover their heads was at the Western Wall. And even then, the only place was in the enclosed prayer areas near the wall. The courtyard farther away from the wall&amp;nbsp;did not have any signage for head coverings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good view of what the city looks like, overall. Very square sandstone-colored buildings, palm trees.&amp;nbsp;It's really beautiful. Those stones on the ground are everywhere, and let me tell you, they are just as slick as they can possibly be. And not a hand rail in sight. And Jerusalem is not flat. Everywhere we went was either up hill or down hill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There weren't many people around due to many different things. It is winter, fairly early in the day, and the Sabbath. It was probably a good time for us to visit without having to deal with the crowds.&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/-IrGKGSUpZws/TyzVRY8PHUI/AAAAAAAABUs/T9ILZoV-VVE/s1600/019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IrGKGSUpZws/TyzVRY8PHUI/AAAAAAAABUs/T9ILZoV-VVE/s640/019.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Jaffa Gate, the main entrance to the Old City, and close to where we parked. See those slippery stones again??? They're everywhere! And that flat courtyard is just lulling us into a false sense of security. It'll be the last flat spot we see for a while!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-3267544308144420840?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3267544308144420840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=3267544308144420840' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/3267544308144420840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/3267544308144420840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2012/02/jerusalem-fin.html' title='Jerusalem, Fin'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mFOqmZRDEOY/TyzSrZ7uy3I/AAAAAAAABUc/I5Y1CR-P5lA/s72-c/016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-4808844744768090928</id><published>2012-01-28T09:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T10:07:54.149-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jerusalem, Part I</title><content type='html'>Mike and I took a trip to Jerusalem and visited the Church of the Holy Sepulcher. We were fortunate when we visited that it was not very crowded. Today is Shabbat, so there weren't a lot of people around. And it's the middle of winter, so the weather was on the cool side with some intermittent light rain. And we went early.&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/-Izj2HdvbRlg/TyQEm-pdhAI/AAAAAAAABTk/WCWiTNzFsRo/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Izj2HdvbRlg/TyQEm-pdhAI/AAAAAAAABTk/WCWiTNzFsRo/s640/012.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we entered the church, we were greeted by some women lying on a long stone, prostrate, kissing the stone. It was a really odd sight. I asked Mike, on the sly, what on earth those crazy people were doing????? He told me the stone is supposed to be where Christ was laid after He was taken from the cross. I have to admit, it set a creepy tone for the entire visit. &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/-eaX0dcy6ZXc/TyQGYaFZWVI/AAAAAAAABTs/SoEWF-92ShU/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="462" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eaX0dcy6ZXc/TyQGYaFZWVI/AAAAAAAABTs/SoEWF-92ShU/s640/002.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, the top of the hill over the burial site was taken off to expose the tomb. Then the church was built around the supposed site of the crucifixion, where the body was laid, and the tomb. If you look at the frame in the middle of the picture, you can see the actual mountain. The blocks around it are where the church has been built around the site. &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/-16OMZOdH3gk/TyQJxYSw0sI/AAAAAAAABT8/GfBaie4QPDg/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-16OMZOdH3gk/TyQJxYSw0sI/AAAAAAAABT8/GfBaie4QPDg/s640/004.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a beautiful mosaic in one of the chambers of the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EwFs8f3l3CE/TyQMKTUbS9I/AAAAAAAABUU/Yxm-qvGPLeY/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EwFs8f3l3CE/TyQMKTUbS9I/AAAAAAAABUU/Yxm-qvGPLeY/s640/008.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit, I like this graffiti a lot, too! And, yes, I DO love Jesus! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5m_76r8FkyI/TyQK4DUky4I/AAAAAAAABUE/ltNqoMviGqw/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5m_76r8FkyI/TyQK4DUky4I/AAAAAAAABUE/ltNqoMviGqw/s640/014.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the chapel that has been built over the top of the supposed tomb where Christ was laid. Again, they took the top of the hill off exposing the inside of the tomb and then built this chapel over it and the church over that. There was a priest or monk or something at the entrance of the tomb rushing people in and out and yelling at them for taking too long. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I have to say the experience was not what I expected. For better or worse, I'm glad I went. Mike had done more reading and had a better idea about what to expect. I just got a whole "Disney World" kind of vibe from the whole place and I guess I'm a little iffy on the whole experience. I'll post a few more pictures later this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-4808844744768090928?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4808844744768090928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=4808844744768090928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/4808844744768090928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/4808844744768090928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2012/01/jerusalem-its-hilly.html' title='Jerusalem, Part I'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Izj2HdvbRlg/TyQEm-pdhAI/AAAAAAAABTk/WCWiTNzFsRo/s72-c/012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-4005315095531771356</id><published>2012-01-19T13:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T13:24:32.754-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Look at Hands... All. Day. Long. And a (not so) Subliminal Message</title><content type='html'>I wish I could take pictures&amp;nbsp;of the lovely ladies who come through and their gorgeous jewelry. I'm not a big jewelry person. Don't get me wrong, I like jewelry, but I don't tend to wear it. Partly because I just don't think it suits me but mostly because I'm allergic to nickel, common in most metal jewelry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Reese's Peanut Butter Cups&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, the jewelry here is just gorgeous. Big and rustic, mixed metals, unusual shapes, large colorful stones. What I wouldn't do for even one picture! It'll be a mission - finding pictures I can take of those gorgeous rings. There are a lot of diamond-encrusted jewels as well, but I prefer the other more unusual things I see on a daily basis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Reese's Peanut Butter Cups&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing I see all day long that just befuddles my mind is the weird and tacky nails. Who is doing these ladies nails and when did she lose her sight??? They are really awful... incredibly&amp;nbsp;thick, very&amp;nbsp;long,&amp;nbsp;often very pointed,&amp;nbsp;heavily painted in garish colors, and heavily jeweled. I guess it's just the style here, but the nails don't tend to look very healthy, usually thick and dark.&amp;nbsp;Go &lt;a href="http://www.nailsmag.com/style/nail-art/archive/20322/einat-vaknin-israel?p=8" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for a little taste. *shudder* What are they thinking??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Reese's Peanut Butter Cups&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in case I was too subtle for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four little words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reese's Peanut Butter Cups&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a long story, but I blame Hannah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-4005315095531771356?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4005315095531771356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=4005315095531771356' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/4005315095531771356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/4005315095531771356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-look-at-hands-all-day-long-and-not-so.html' title='I Look at Hands... All. Day. Long. And a (not so) Subliminal Message'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-3610994367804769371</id><published>2012-01-18T10:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T10:35:36.327-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Most Popular Posts</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-86oJMexudVg/TxWa35NNv9I/AAAAAAAABTc/UdwE6KDHObI/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-86oJMexudVg/TxWa35NNv9I/AAAAAAAABTc/UdwE6KDHObI/s640/003.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;View of the city of Haifa and the lovely weather we've had lately. Blech!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've posted about 80 times and Blogger keeps track of how many times each page has been viewed, not including emails if you've signed up for those. I was looking through my list of blogs today and noticed that the most viewed blog posts were the ones I would expect, i.e. &lt;a href="http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2011/05/keep-up-with-me-will-you.html" target="_blank"&gt;My First Post&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2011/08/wedding-pictures.html" target="_blank"&gt;Wedding Photos&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2011/09/new-apartment.html" target="_blank"&gt;Photos of our New Apartment&lt;/a&gt;, and our &lt;a href="http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-house-is-mess.html" target="_blank"&gt;Moving Photos&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are a few surprises, at least to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most searched item is "&lt;a href="http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2011/12/sharon-fruit.html" target="_blank"&gt;Sharon Fruit&lt;/a&gt;." I guess I'm not the only person wondering what the heck this thing is! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second most viewed post is &lt;a href="http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2011/08/boys-in-womens-restroom-how-old-is-too.html" target="_blank"&gt;Boys in the Women's Restroom&lt;/a&gt;. Apparently, this is &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; burning&amp;nbsp;question on&amp;nbsp;everyone's mind... &lt;em&gt;How old is too old???&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the top most viewed post?&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2011/09/froop.html" target="_blank"&gt;Froop&lt;/a&gt;. What??? I love the stuff, but why is everyone so interested??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone for keeping up with us. I'm sure everyone is looking forward to pictures from, I don't know, &lt;em&gt;an actual Israeli tourist attraction???? &lt;/em&gt;Well, me too! We've had a couple of trips cancelled due to illness or weather. Luckily, we actually live here so we'll get there eventually. Hang in there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-3610994367804769371?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3610994367804769371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=3610994367804769371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/3610994367804769371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/3610994367804769371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2012/01/most-popular-posts.html' title='Most Popular Posts'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-86oJMexudVg/TxWa35NNv9I/AAAAAAAABTc/UdwE6KDHObI/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-6770885661419143911</id><published>2012-01-17T10:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T10:36:57.825-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Peek Inside My Closet</title><content type='html'>I'm not the messiest person in the world. In fact, it could be said that I'm one of the neater people you might meet. But the bottom of my closet would beg to disagree! &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/-8zhOLKrOfbA/TxWU9IdzACI/AAAAAAAABTU/vMgEpOfWkZc/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8zhOLKrOfbA/TxWU9IdzACI/AAAAAAAABTU/vMgEpOfWkZc/s640/001.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day after work, I come home and change clothes first thing, throwing my dirty clothes in the hamper, hanging up jackets or pants that can be worn again, and I kick my shoes off and leave them in a pile on my closet floor. Why, oh why, do I do this??? It wouldn't be all &lt;em&gt;THAT&lt;/em&gt; difficult to put them in their place. And then on Saturday or Sunday, I put them all back in their places to begin again kicking them off willy nilly on Monday afternoon. Poor Mike! At least he doesn't have to share a closet with me here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another thing... How many pairs of black flats does one person need??? That's obviously a rhetorical question since I seem to have so many pairs. They are obviously the shoe of choice for the hard working woman in Israel. Well, me anyway...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-6770885661419143911?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6770885661419143911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=6770885661419143911' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/6770885661419143911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/6770885661419143911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2012/01/peek-inside-my-closet.html' title='Peek Inside My Closet'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8zhOLKrOfbA/TxWU9IdzACI/AAAAAAAABTU/vMgEpOfWkZc/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-1665713277340689880</id><published>2012-01-13T11:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T11:51:02.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So, How Was Your Week???</title><content type='html'>So this is pretty much how my week went. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sunday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Mike goes out of town for work. I begin feeling sick about noon. By 6 pm, I'm having chills and running a fever. Up all night with chills and fever, aching joints,&amp;nbsp;and MASSIVE headache. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Monday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I decide "Hey. I know. I've been up all night and am incredibly sick, but I'm not running a fever anymore and we're going to be swamped at work. Yeah. I think I'll go to work." Um. Yeah. Anyway. After one hour at work, I realize I'm an idiot and throw in the towel praying I haven't inadvertently infected my entire workplace. Luckily, my coworkers are lovely and supportive and I head home where I proceed to turn the heat in the house up to about 80 degrees and I lie in bed feeling fairly sorry for myself the rest of the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tuesday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Feeling better but having learned my lesson from the previous day, I stay home and rest all day only managing to keep down water, juice, and soda. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Wednesday and Thursday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Feeling much better and I head into&amp;nbsp;work where I am completely swamped but happy to know coworkers can't live without me and looking forward to a relaxing 3-day weekend with Mike in Galilee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Friday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Find out Mike has to work on Saturday and the wind, rain, and cold weather we have had all week will continue all weekend. Boo. Weekend cancelled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I just say, that even though it was a thoroughly awful week, preceded by an even worse couple of weeks. Yep. That's right. Worse. I am finding myself thankful for so many things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for a husband who loves me, watches over me, and cares for me. He is such a blessing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for my health. Even though I was sick this week, I'm reminded I'm not usually sick and I'm so thankful for that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for being swamped at work. I like to be busy and being busy at work makes me very happy. I'm also thankful to have coworkers who missed me while I was gone and seemed genuinely happy to see me back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly, I'm thankful for God who is with me through good times and bad.&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;For in him we live and move and have our being.&lt;/em&gt; Acts 17:28&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-1665713277340689880?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1665713277340689880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=1665713277340689880' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/1665713277340689880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/1665713277340689880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2012/01/so-how-was-your-week.html' title='So, How Was Your Week???'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-4810102135501443952</id><published>2012-01-08T02:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T02:53:45.624-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kite Surfing</title><content type='html'>Oh, the joy of living and working with this view. &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/-LsotJVAg-q8/TwlKTfNdOfI/AAAAAAAABS4/oqqFd7EqgUg/s1600/IMG_0063.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="342" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LsotJVAg-q8/TwlKTfNdOfI/AAAAAAAABS4/oqqFd7EqgUg/s640/IMG_0063.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather on Friday was a little windy, and while Mike and I were out at lunch we saw a bunch of people kite surfing. It's an amazing sight. &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/-6DbKPDKLRSw/TwlKcYZzCAI/AAAAAAAABTA/1spAwcxIxGk/s1600/IMG_0064.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="316" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6DbKPDKLRSw/TwlKcYZzCAI/AAAAAAAABTA/1spAwcxIxGk/s640/IMG_0064.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look closely, you can see lots of upside down "U's" which are the kites. &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/-h96KY3rBjhQ/TwlKlnvjpbI/AAAAAAAABTI/TKcm-PhpQQE/s1600/IMG_0065.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="368" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h96KY3rBjhQ/TwlKlnvjpbI/AAAAAAAABTI/TKcm-PhpQQE/s640/IMG_0065.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a person on a board attached to each kite surfing the waves. Amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-4810102135501443952?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4810102135501443952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=4810102135501443952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/4810102135501443952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/4810102135501443952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2012/01/kite-surfing.html' title='Kite Surfing'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LsotJVAg-q8/TwlKTfNdOfI/AAAAAAAABS4/oqqFd7EqgUg/s72-c/IMG_0063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-3811828630696873450</id><published>2011-12-30T14:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T14:19:17.282-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharon Fruit</title><content type='html'>I found a new favorite. Sharon Fruit! They're in season right now and so yummy. Mike says they look like orange tomatoes. They certainly don't taste like a tomato... haha&amp;nbsp;I have to admit I'm completely addicted! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GBUmm5hP6HA/Tv4OeJXM3zI/AAAAAAAABSY/bI9L3_B0Vl8/s1600/IMG_0038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GBUmm5hP6HA/Tv4OeJXM3zI/AAAAAAAABSY/bI9L3_B0Vl8/s320/IMG_0038.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Persimmon" target="_blank"&gt;persimmons &lt;/a&gt;of course. Although, looking online, there are a lot of different kinds of persimmons. So maybe the Sharon Fruit I'm delighting in right now are different than the persimmons I tried in Texas. And didn't like, unfortunately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I absolutely love finding something new to love in every place I live, I'm really going to miss these wonderful little fruits when I leave here, so I plan on stuffing myself completely full of them while I can get them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-3811828630696873450?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3811828630696873450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=3811828630696873450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/3811828630696873450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/3811828630696873450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2011/12/sharon-fruit.html' title='Sharon Fruit'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GBUmm5hP6HA/Tv4OeJXM3zI/AAAAAAAABSY/bI9L3_B0Vl8/s72-c/IMG_0038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-6703012697064633607</id><published>2011-12-23T11:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T11:02:28.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Germany, Continued</title><content type='html'>We had such a great time in Germany. We went to the beautiful old town of Rothenburg and stayed at a hotel right in the center of town. The town is just amazing, like something you might see in a fairy tale with cobblestone streets and&amp;nbsp;gingerbread houses... AND it was Christmas time with Christmas lights and trees and decorations everywhere... AND it even snowed just a tiny bit for us. It was just a wonderful trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived it was after dark. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hNIB2X0neyM/TvSfMjClbxI/AAAAAAAABQs/1HnJaiCUMWk/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="293" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hNIB2X0neyM/TvSfMjClbxI/AAAAAAAABQs/1HnJaiCUMWk/s400/001.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there were Christmas lights everywhere and Christmas trees. It was just gorgeous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can tear your eyes away from the good looking man in the foreground (and that ghastly car!), this is a great shot of the amazing old town. &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/-Zru5MreJP3k/TvSguLeXCkI/AAAAAAAABQ4/QOQfkmNsy7M/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zru5MreJP3k/TvSguLeXCkI/AAAAAAAABQ4/QOQfkmNsy7M/s400/003.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/-qnvwRpqKjRc/TvShFkGXKUI/AAAAAAAABRE/GqzHMFp7L8Y/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="296" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qnvwRpqKjRc/TvShFkGXKUI/AAAAAAAABRE/GqzHMFp7L8Y/s400/006.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning after an amazing breakfast we walked around in town and down a couple of blocks to the Christmas Market. There were a lot of Japanese tourists there... for some unknown reason... Japanese tourists in Germany at the Christmas market. I just can't work that one out. Anyway, this little Japanese lady grabbed me -&amp;nbsp;and I mean she literally dug her tiny little fingers into my arm -&amp;nbsp;and pulled me over to the Christmas tree so Mike could take our picture. Wow. &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/-fgUXamfQryM/TvShxdMpRBI/AAAAAAAABRQ/8f05aUnDc7g/s1600/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fgUXamfQryM/TvShxdMpRBI/AAAAAAAABRQ/8f05aUnDc7g/s400/015.JPG" width="286" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Christmas tree in the middle of the market.&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/-ybOfo--Y800/TvSiOfRia8I/AAAAAAAABRc/8-Zhqt2UGtk/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="290" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ybOfo--Y800/TvSiOfRia8I/AAAAAAAABRc/8-Zhqt2UGtk/s400/014.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.wohlfahrt.com/index.php?article_id=1&amp;amp;clang=1" target="_blank"&gt;Kathe Wohlfahrt&lt;/a&gt; store is in Rothenburg and since we absolutely love her nutcrackers had to visit. It turned out to actually be two stores across from each other and was amazing! We bought two more nutcrackers! &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/-HXTfYCVhO6A/TvSjLh-rBRI/AAAAAAAABRo/RL84YXJxsHY/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HXTfYCVhO6A/TvSjLh-rBRI/AAAAAAAABRo/RL84YXJxsHY/s400/011.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the food! I don't even know where to begin! After living in Israel (where the food is really wonderful, don't get me wrong), I was so happy to get some PORK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would you like that completely&amp;nbsp;smothered in bacon and cheese??? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, please!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-39HFPcYaop8/TvSkpxLuyJI/AAAAAAAABSA/YARpJCd7DQM/s1600/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-39HFPcYaop8/TvSkpxLuyJI/AAAAAAAABSA/YARpJCd7DQM/s400/020.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I took a picture of meat... And a loaf of bread as big as your head! &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/-KSrM1sb_4Wg/TvSkRU3TcBI/AAAAAAAABR0/BW9FvXqzGLY/s1600/019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KSrM1sb_4Wg/TvSkRU3TcBI/AAAAAAAABR0/BW9FvXqzGLY/s400/019.JPG" width="292" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Rothenburg, we drove south to France, found a little coffee shop, and had coffee just because we could. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Mike, for the wonderful Christmas mini-vacation. I had a wonderful time. You are the best! And I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-6703012697064633607?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6703012697064633607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=6703012697064633607' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/6703012697064633607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/6703012697064633607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2011/12/germany-continued.html' title='Germany, Continued'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hNIB2X0neyM/TvSfMjClbxI/AAAAAAAABQs/1HnJaiCUMWk/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-2876576031679396183</id><published>2011-12-21T14:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T14:32:33.921-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Tiny Taste of Germany</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uMvINNXz4vw/TvIx5-hfblI/AAAAAAAABQg/1pP69-uPdic/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="293" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uMvINNXz4vw/TvIx5-hfblI/AAAAAAAABQg/1pP69-uPdic/s400/004.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas lights, a light dusting of snow, foggy breath, mulled wine, apple strudel, perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have more pictures, but this will have to do for now. We had a wonderful time. The little town Mike found for us to spend a little time in is just magical and the absolutely perfect place to be for a little Christmas break. (&lt;a href="http://www.ricksteves.com/plan/destinations/germany/rothbd.htm" target="_blank"&gt;Rothenburg, Germany&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;for those interested.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, the lime green monstrosity is our rental car. I figure they saw us coming a mile away to unload that ghastly thing on us. But it hauled butt all up and down the autobahn, so I can't complain too much! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-2876576031679396183?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2876576031679396183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=2876576031679396183' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/2876576031679396183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/2876576031679396183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2011/12/just-tiny-taste-of-germany.html' title='Just a Tiny Taste of Germany'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uMvINNXz4vw/TvIx5-hfblI/AAAAAAAABQg/1pP69-uPdic/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-4269748432546035973</id><published>2011-12-06T14:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T14:22:46.555-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NQgdt6RvnBU/Tt5pqqJkdII/AAAAAAAABQY/im4uNAJsuZk/s1600/Boyfriend+Pillow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NQgdt6RvnBU/Tt5pqqJkdII/AAAAAAAABQY/im4uNAJsuZk/s400/Boyfriend+Pillow.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/DeluxeComfort-com-P009-Boyfriend-Pillow/dp/B002RWJ9S8/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1323198939&amp;amp;sr=8-1" target="_blank"&gt;Buy at Amazon.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Has anyone seen these crazy pillows? I don't know what made me think of it. Oh yeah. Mike is gone. Bummer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day today included a REQUIRED radio check which means I have to call in on our radio&amp;nbsp;and say weird phrases that would never ever in a million years come out of my mouth. I've been having anxiety attacks all day just thinking about it. Where is Mike to save me from these things???? Oh right. Out of town. Stinker.&amp;nbsp;Of course when I called in they couldn't understand me because I talk too softly. Lovely. I got to do it again. It went something along the lines of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Post, Post. This is blah blah. How do you copy? &lt;br /&gt;Post: (laughing) This is post. Copy is too soft to understand. &lt;br /&gt;Me: (mortified) Sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. Someone shoot me, please... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-4269748432546035973?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4269748432546035973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=4269748432546035973' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/4269748432546035973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/4269748432546035973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2011/12/what.html' title='What?!?!'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NQgdt6RvnBU/Tt5pqqJkdII/AAAAAAAABQY/im4uNAJsuZk/s72-c/Boyfriend+Pillow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-8680751743891673330</id><published>2011-12-05T11:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T11:45:54.715-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner for One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-os8XpbK0RLk/Ttz0kicX8xI/AAAAAAAABQQ/uOle79irPA0/s1600/Dinner.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-os8XpbK0RLk/Ttz0kicX8xI/AAAAAAAABQQ/uOle79irPA0/s400/Dinner.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike is out of town so it's dinner for one with only Perry Mason to keep me company. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pasta is called bucatini. I thought is was spaghetti when I bought it, but upon closer inspection it has a hole running through it - like a straw. Either way, it is definitely delicious. The sauce is fresh garlic, onion, and tomato sauteed in lovely olive oil with salt and pepper. Yum! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I love mediterranean-type food, dinner for one is a lonely thing! Mike, come back soon! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-8680751743891673330?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8680751743891673330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=8680751743891673330' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/8680751743891673330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/8680751743891673330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2011/12/dinner-for-one.html' title='Dinner for One'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-os8XpbK0RLk/Ttz0kicX8xI/AAAAAAAABQQ/uOle79irPA0/s72-c/Dinner.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-7436849394576841281</id><published>2011-11-30T11:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T11:57:36.547-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Observations from Tel Aviv</title><content type='html'>1. This is a walking city. How on earth the lovely ladies of Tel Aviv roam these lumpy bumpy streets in stilettos is beyond my comprehension. My hat is off to you. &lt;br /&gt;2. Speaking of those lovely ladies, just because you can squeeze into those too-small&amp;nbsp;spandex pants doesn't mean you should. &lt;br /&gt;3. One downside to living in a multistory apartment building is the ride in the elevator with or after that guy's workout. Yeah, I'm talking to you, Stinky. Pee. You.&lt;br /&gt;4. All those odd wet spots on the sidewalk. Yeah. Dawned on me the other day what that is when I saw some guy's Great Dane relieving himself. Yuck. &lt;br /&gt;5. One of the bright spots of my day is watching the doting father putting his adorable daughter on the school bus every morning. Sweet! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to my&amp;nbsp;own&amp;nbsp;lovely, beautiful, wonderful, adorable&amp;nbsp;daughter, I have all your old country music on my iPod and am listening to it tonight and thinking of you. I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-7436849394576841281?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7436849394576841281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=7436849394576841281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/7436849394576841281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/7436849394576841281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2011/11/observations-from-tel-aviv.html' title='Observations from Tel Aviv'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-7333571656265602730</id><published>2011-11-26T13:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T13:44:36.901-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Serious Business</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EV0zs9lpQnM/TtEyoXb2zwI/AAAAAAAABQI/3mGmHWwWczA/s1600/019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EV0zs9lpQnM/TtEyoXb2zwI/AAAAAAAABQI/3mGmHWwWczA/s640/019.JPG" width="470" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These signs are on the utility poles here. The top is Hebrew and the bottom is Arabic. I wonder if they have a lot of problems with people climbing these incredibly dangerous looking poles? I mean, I don't need a sign to warn me. They look dangerous!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-7333571656265602730?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7333571656265602730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=7333571656265602730' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/7333571656265602730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/7333571656265602730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2011/11/serious-business.html' title='Serious Business'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EV0zs9lpQnM/TtEyoXb2zwI/AAAAAAAABQI/3mGmHWwWczA/s72-c/019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-1340297595660128595</id><published>2011-11-23T15:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T15:59:00.358-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Menorahs and Christmas Trees</title><content type='html'>One of the absolute luxuries of my new job is the amount of time I get to spend with my husband. We see each other in the morning before work. We eat breakfast. We chat. We joke. We laugh. We see each other in the morning at work. We chat. We joke. We laugh. We usually get together at lunch. We chat, etc, etc, etc...&amp;nbsp;Well, you get the picture. It's nice! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During lunch, we walk&amp;nbsp;around downtown. I especially love Ben Yehuda Street. There are all these little businesses, cafes, and&amp;nbsp;shops with knick knacks (junk). I love looking at the Judaica. Or maybe it's just &lt;em&gt;shiny stuff&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;poe-TAY-toe, poe-TAH-toe&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JmaipF-5wrM/Ts1c08cq2lI/AAAAAAAABPw/Bu7A8qvmMtE/s1600/Blog1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JmaipF-5wrM/Ts1c08cq2lI/AAAAAAAABPw/Bu7A8qvmMtE/s400/Blog1.JPG" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I love the menorahs. I think they are so pretty. I want one! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h6j8Up7Gyso/Ts1dEgHAjXI/AAAAAAAABP4/hVwC3QdNHAw/s1600/Blog3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h6j8Up7Gyso/Ts1dEgHAjXI/AAAAAAAABP4/hVwC3QdNHAw/s400/Blog3.JPG" width="295" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are pomegranates everywhere here. They have these little cafes with piles of fruit in a case and they will fresh squeeze it for you right on the spot. It's pretty neat. Anyway, there were these little silver pomegranates in this window that were so pretty. &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/-3qBNPI282W8/Ts1dhioWLXI/AAAAAAAABQA/uoU59nHNUOE/s1600/Blog2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3qBNPI282W8/Ts1dhioWLXI/AAAAAAAABQA/uoU59nHNUOE/s400/Blog2.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took some snaps just to post, and when got them home to have a look I was really surprised at the Christmas Tree lurking in the bottom corner of one of the shots. So cool! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, my favorite thing to do here is to walk around downtown and just look and listen. It's a great experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-1340297595660128595?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1340297595660128595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=1340297595660128595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/1340297595660128595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/1340297595660128595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2011/11/menorahs-and-christmas-trees.html' title='Menorahs and Christmas Trees'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JmaipF-5wrM/Ts1c08cq2lI/AAAAAAAABPw/Bu7A8qvmMtE/s72-c/Blog1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-419688356664347443</id><published>2011-11-17T23:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T23:54:19.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Obviously Suffering a Nutritional Deficiency</title><content type='html'>If what a person is craving shows what vitamins or nutrients a person is lacking, what does my overwhelming desire for Vienna Sausages tell me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I severely lacking in chemicals or (as Mike says) chicken backs, chicken cracks, and chicken earwax?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-419688356664347443?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/419688356664347443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=419688356664347443' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/419688356664347443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/419688356664347443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-obviously-suffering-nutritional.html' title='I&apos;m Obviously Suffering a Nutritional Deficiency'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-3091528369817145706</id><published>2011-11-17T07:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T07:00:06.898-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Sweet Boy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YQSZBttbgnw/TsPtEdebccI/AAAAAAAABPo/9RLOgPRWTHI/s1600/Picture+Library+1924.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YQSZBttbgnw/TsPtEdebccI/AAAAAAAABPo/9RLOgPRWTHI/s400/Picture+Library+1924.JPG" width="300" /&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: left;"&gt;How is it possible that you grew up so fast?&amp;nbsp;I just don't know how it happened. One day you were a sweet, fat baby with a toothless grin and angel soft hair, and the next day you are a grown man with a beautiful wife and a life that would make any parent burst with pride. &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;/div&gt;You are an amazing man and Daddy and I love you more than words can express. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-3091528369817145706?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3091528369817145706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=3091528369817145706' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/3091528369817145706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/3091528369817145706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-birthday-sweet-boy.html' title='Happy Birthday, Sweet Boy!'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YQSZBttbgnw/TsPtEdebccI/AAAAAAAABPo/9RLOgPRWTHI/s72-c/Picture+Library+1924.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-2828954425115163149</id><published>2011-11-16T11:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T11:52:23.135-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks, Hannah</title><content type='html'>While loading the pictures from the Carmel Market the other day, I noticed something... odd. I have a disturbingly large number of Jonas Brothers pictures on my computer. &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/-oHX5bnEEOrY/TsPqIdcz3NI/AAAAAAAABPg/MAGOtTjrvoU/s1600/Picture+Library+916.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oHX5bnEEOrY/TsPqIdcz3NI/AAAAAAAABPg/MAGOtTjrvoU/s400/Picture+Library+916.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Hannah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-2828954425115163149?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2828954425115163149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=2828954425115163149' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/2828954425115163149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/2828954425115163149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanks-hannah.html' title='Thanks, Hannah'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oHX5bnEEOrY/TsPqIdcz3NI/AAAAAAAABPg/MAGOtTjrvoU/s72-c/Picture+Library+916.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-3611695356040655393</id><published>2011-11-14T12:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T12:55:30.239-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Carmel Market</title><content type='html'>We&amp;nbsp;went to Carmel Market near Dizengoff Center. It was a lot of fun with about a million people (give or take) and about&amp;nbsp;a mile of stalls selling everything from Prada boxer shorts&amp;nbsp;to spices to fresh fruits and vegetables. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fqcvCkBXafA/TsFSBXjtPtI/AAAAAAAABO4/P62jsi0NV1E/s1600/018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fqcvCkBXafA/TsFSBXjtPtI/AAAAAAAABO4/P62jsi0NV1E/s400/018.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to tell in the picture just how far into the distance the crowd stretches. You'll just have to take my word for it; it was crazy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started the day here. &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/-gPXtLYtXru8/TsFTxR2_Q_I/AAAAAAAABPI/dtaEREq9_ZA/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="295" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gPXtLYtXru8/TsFTxR2_Q_I/AAAAAAAABPI/dtaEREq9_ZA/s400/008.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast at an outdoor cafe, bagel and cream cheese with a cappuccino for me. Yum! It's so much fun to people watch and the food here is delish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the nicest things about eating out here is the slower pace. It's perfectly acceptable to linger over your meal. We were probably there an hour or so, and when we left, people who&amp;nbsp;were there before we arrived were still there! &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/-TqzWJw457Qg/TsFUWOIyZUI/AAAAAAAABPQ/8z4gP1SXd28/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TqzWJw457Qg/TsFUWOIyZUI/AAAAAAAABPQ/8z4gP1SXd28/s400/009.JPG" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coke is definitely international! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1zrj35cla2g/TsFTT7EddxI/AAAAAAAABPA/Ku_y3xAQw1s/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="295" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1zrj35cla2g/TsFTT7EddxI/AAAAAAAABPA/Ku_y3xAQw1s/s400/010.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;lt;--------------------Look here&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the olive seeds?? They serve olives with everything! Even my bagel and cream cheese at breakfast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished the day here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jeLi1MGb5V8/TsFVgaQEC1I/AAAAAAAABPY/4PgsEc3Kbz0/s1600/021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jeLi1MGb5V8/TsFVgaQEC1I/AAAAAAAABPY/4PgsEc3Kbz0/s400/021.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Med is definitely gorgeous! And the weather has been in the mid to high 70s. Just a lovely day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-3611695356040655393?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3611695356040655393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=3611695356040655393' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/3611695356040655393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/3611695356040655393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2011/11/carmel-market.html' title='Carmel Market'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fqcvCkBXafA/TsFSBXjtPtI/AAAAAAAABO4/P62jsi0NV1E/s72-c/018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-5433235410929991454</id><published>2011-11-05T01:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T01:10:21.217-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a STAR!</title><content type='html'>Anyone who is interested in what I do and where I work, watch this video. It was released by the embassy and if you don't blink at about the 2:40 mark you will be lucky enough to catch a 3 second glimpse of my work station and the back of my head! lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try not to let the fame go to my head... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/megTaZoCtlo" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-5433235410929991454?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5433235410929991454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=5433235410929991454' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/5433235410929991454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/5433235410929991454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-star.html' title='I&apos;m a STAR!'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/megTaZoCtlo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-8667777590140185032</id><published>2011-10-19T14:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T14:25:02.628-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It Was a Rough Day at Work</title><content type='html'>It was a rough day at work today. In lieu of photos I can't post I thought I'd make a grumbly list of what I'm trying to work around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A List of Things I Don't Have at my Desk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pens/Pencils/Highlighters&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stapler/Staples/Staple Remover&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Paper/Notebook&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Paperclips&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Keyboard with Normal-Sized Keys (ie the keyboard no one else in the office wanted)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In/Out Tray&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Telephone (That's right... no stinking telephone for me.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Scanner (A key portion of my job, but no. No scanner for me.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chair (A new low. No chair.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;All I can say is tomorrow is another day... and fortunately for me it's a holiday (the final day of Sukkot).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-8667777590140185032?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8667777590140185032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=8667777590140185032' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/8667777590140185032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/8667777590140185032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2011/10/it-was-rough-day-at-work.html' title='It Was a Rough Day at Work'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-6624485637496693863</id><published>2011-10-18T05:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T05:54:00.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Must Be a Genius... Maybe...</title><content type='html'>We decided to have some Israeli junk food so we bought some things and I thought I'd share the experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought a selection of things that looked good in the freezer section at the local grocery store. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uSO6B_T0O9E/TplbU1TEYpI/AAAAAAAABNM/G_RG-gpfReA/s1600/Groceries+007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="366" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uSO6B_T0O9E/TplbU1TEYpI/AAAAAAAABNM/G_RG-gpfReA/s400/Groceries+007.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Top: Falafal &lt;br /&gt;Bottom: Corn patties, bourekas, pizza&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pizza, some frozen falafal, some sort of corn patty or corn fritters, and bourekas which are puff pastry with some sort of filling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything in Israel is not kosher but things are packaged and sold with that in mind. Meat combined with dairy is a no-no so there aren't any pepperoni pizzas available. We bought an olive pizza. &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/-UCTHqW4iyEI/TplaxL-d_6I/AAAAAAAABNE/ljS1jsc85fk/s1600/Groceries+004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="366" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UCTHqW4iyEI/TplaxL-d_6I/AAAAAAAABNE/ljS1jsc85fk/s400/Groceries+004.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The directions were a little difficult to understand, as you can see. I'm just happy they use regular numbers making it a little easier to figure out some sort of cooking directions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E63WKIi9q10/TplbyKgex5I/AAAAAAAABNU/oYt5ka2_iIk/s1600/Groceries+006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="398" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E63WKIi9q10/TplbyKgex5I/AAAAAAAABNU/oYt5ka2_iIk/s400/Groceries+006.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We guessed 30 minutes at 350 degrees F.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all turned out pretty good, and it was definitely fun which was the whole point. Falafal are chickpeas ground down similar to the consistency of grits and mixed with spices and formed into a meatball-like shape. The bourekas had what tasted like mashed potatoes with sour cream inside. Delish! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tN46oI7I04I/TplcYNPgcdI/AAAAAAAABNc/rxsLzSugINg/s1600/Groceries+014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tN46oI7I04I/TplcYNPgcdI/AAAAAAAABNc/rxsLzSugINg/s400/Groceries+014.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The brown balls are falafal and&amp;nbsp;the yellow patties are the corn patties.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, this pan belonged to my beloved Grandmother. My Grandfather wrote her name on it and my wonderful Aunt was kind enough to let me have it. Thanks, Aunt Beth! I love using it! &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/-8Ge3VmwpHa8/TplcmAA2DVI/AAAAAAAABNk/lNh-uvJnU4U/s1600/Groceries+010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Ge3VmwpHa8/TplcmAA2DVI/AAAAAAAABNk/lNh-uvJnU4U/s400/Groceries+010.JPG" width="398" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-6624485637496693863?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6624485637496693863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=6624485637496693863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/6624485637496693863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/6624485637496693863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-must-be-genius-maybe.html' title='I Must Be a Genius... Maybe...'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uSO6B_T0O9E/TplbU1TEYpI/AAAAAAAABNM/G_RG-gpfReA/s72-c/Groceries+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-5668571178279880322</id><published>2011-10-17T05:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T05:43:00.315-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mickey D Fix</title><content type='html'>Mike and I were watching TV the other day... just some American movie... and I looked over at Mike and said, "I want some McDonalds..." &lt;em&gt;*sad face*&lt;/em&gt; He laughed and told me we would have to go get some. There are McDonalds everywhere here so it's not difficult. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, he came home from another &lt;em&gt;loooong&lt;/em&gt; day at work and had this with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BTmrs4XI7dM/TplXOwrDcGI/AAAAAAAABM0/EgZwOhWigiA/s1600/Groceries+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BTmrs4XI7dM/TplXOwrDcGI/AAAAAAAABM0/EgZwOhWigiA/s400/Groceries+002.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;BTW... the olive oil in this picture is the BEST olive oil I've ever had AND it was CHEAP!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUM!&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/-Qxan65Bpq1Y/TplXi77GcYI/AAAAAAAABM8/mImxo2S7cWw/s1600/Groceries+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="396" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qxan65Bpq1Y/TplXi77GcYI/AAAAAAAABM8/mImxo2S7cWw/s400/Groceries+001.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He must love me or something! &lt;em&gt;*happy face*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-5668571178279880322?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5668571178279880322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=5668571178279880322' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/5668571178279880322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/5668571178279880322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2011/10/mickey-d-fix.html' title='Mickey D Fix'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BTmrs4XI7dM/TplXOwrDcGI/AAAAAAAABM0/EgZwOhWigiA/s72-c/Groceries+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-2746091821560418287</id><published>2011-10-15T05:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T05:43:42.784-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Curtains for Us</title><content type='html'>We finally got our curtains! Yay!&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/-GCcBjDkNiNA/TplVKDelVgI/AAAAAAAABMk/467kfJyBkXM/s1600/Groceries+012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="397" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GCcBjDkNiNA/TplVKDelVgI/AAAAAAAABMk/467kfJyBkXM/s400/Groceries+012.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have this long wall of sheers in the living room. It may not look like it on the picture, but it makes a HUGE difference in the apartment... warming it up just a little... Mostly, it gives me hope that when we get the rest of our things TOMORROW (WooHoo!) and when we finally get carpets (who knows when) the apartment will seem a lot less cold and a lot more inviting! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8F1lMTAaPX8/TplVcCE0z4I/AAAAAAAABMs/jSBkbM9mvEg/s1600/Groceries+011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8F1lMTAaPX8/TplVcCE0z4I/AAAAAAAABMs/jSBkbM9mvEg/s400/Groceries+011.JPG" width="385" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other windows are just Roman blinds, but even that warms up the space compared to the metal frames around the windows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One step closer to finally making our new house a home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-2746091821560418287?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2746091821560418287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=2746091821560418287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/2746091821560418287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/2746091821560418287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-curtains-for-us.html' title='It&apos;s Curtains for Us'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GCcBjDkNiNA/TplVKDelVgI/AAAAAAAABMk/467kfJyBkXM/s72-c/Groceries+012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-8878823125937064428</id><published>2011-10-13T03:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T03:57:01.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sukkot</title><content type='html'>Today, I have yet ANOTHER day off. Yep. It's getting to be a little silly at this point. Today, I'm off for Sukkot. Tomorrow, I'm off for some sort of bike race downtown. Then next week I have yet ANOTHER day off! I just have to laugh at this point. I wonder if this is how people visiting the United States feel&amp;nbsp;around the Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years time of year. Ain't nothing getting done! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sukkot is the Feast of Tabernacles. We are seeing small structures everywhere built on balconies. The structures look like they have fabric walls and they are covered with bamboo or palm leaves on top.&amp;nbsp;These structures are meant to remind the Israelis of the fragile structures the Israelites lived in during the 40 years of wandering in the wilderness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Sukkot, meals are eaten in these structures and apparently some people sleep in them as well. It seems like another family-oriented holiday where families get together to eat and enjoy each other's company. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holiday lasts 7 days and I'm wondering if the day off next week is the end of Sukkot, but I'm not sure about that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike and I are hanging around today. Nothing is open for the holiday, but it's still nice to have the day off to spend together. We are thinking about going to the movies tomorrow, and I STILL don't have a phone! Ugh! So maybe we will get that sorted out as well when things open back up tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happy Sukkot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-8878823125937064428?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8878823125937064428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=8878823125937064428' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/8878823125937064428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/8878823125937064428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2011/10/sukkot.html' title='Sukkot'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-1383710574552972370</id><published>2011-10-10T14:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T14:39:30.735-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mystery Meal</title><content type='html'>Tonight, we had a little bit of a mystery meal. Not really. But sort of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the grocery store yesterday and it's a definite challenge trying to figure out what is what. And then there is the fact that at the end of a mind-numbingly challlenging day I'm not as careful as I should be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhibit A: Parsley. Or the thing that so closely resembles parsely but is not... i.e., cilantro. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I like cilantro -- LOVE cilantro, actually -- but I wanted it for the roast chicken with garlic I was making and cilantro wasn't exactly the taste I was going for. I knew I was in trouble when I opened the package, pulled it onto the cutting board, and started chopping. Yeah. That smell is definitely NOT parsely. I would have saved myself some trouble by just smelling the parsely-looking herb, which I usually do even in the states. But no. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhibit B: Salt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How difficult can it possibly be to buy salt??? I like Kosher salt, and we are in the land of Kosher, so I figure I'm pretty safe. Whether it was Kosher salt or regular salt, salt is salt is salt... right??? I mean... how could I go wrong???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the good news - the salt I ended up with is sea salt. Lovely sea salt. It cost me less than 50 cents for about a 1/2 pound of what would probably be $5 or $10 worth of salt in the states. The bad news? It needs a grinder, which I don't have. Ugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. The chicken tasted wonderful... a little odd with the cilantro but good nonetheless. I'll be buying a salt grinder to grind all the lovely sea salt I inadvertantly bought. And I have some cilantro... who knew they even sold it here??? Huh. Yet another day where I learned something new.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-1383710574552972370?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1383710574552972370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=1383710574552972370' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/1383710574552972370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/1383710574552972370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2011/10/mystery-meal.html' title='Mystery Meal'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-1018070581295735518</id><published>2011-10-07T08:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T10:51:44.362-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yom Kippur</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;UPDATE: Okay... The Israeli television is off the air until tomorrow night! Wow! No TV!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beginning tonight is the second of three big holidays, Yom Kippur or Day of Atonement. (First was Rosh Hashanah, now Yom Kippur, and Sukkot is next week.) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how to describe it. I wouldn't necessarily say that Israelis "celebrate" Yom Kippur as much as they honor it. From sundown today (7 October) until sundown tomorrow (8 October), Israelis fast (both food and water!) and don't use any sort of mechanical device, ie, no driving. This is Israel wide! I'm looking forward to seeing it tomorrow. Apparently, it's quite a sight to see all of the roads completely empty with people walking everywhere. The Ben Gurion airport is even shut down! Could you imagine in the states JFK shutting down for 24 hours for a holiday? It's just an amazing concept. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were advised to be considerate of those around us by not driving -- warned really! -- or eating or drinking in public or making a lot of noise from TVs, etc out of respect. I'm a little hesitant to take pictures or anything, but I am going to be ready with my camera if it looks like it will be alright. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a time to begin my new job! It's just holiday after holiday! Monday is Columbus Day, so we are off for that, then Sukkot so another day off. Yay! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-1018070581295735518?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1018070581295735518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=1018070581295735518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/1018070581295735518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/1018070581295735518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2011/10/yom-kippur.html' title='Yom Kippur'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-548192985990144916</id><published>2011-10-03T13:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T13:27:56.845-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Work</title><content type='html'>So after the nice, and unexpected, 4-day weekend, I am back to work. I only worked 2-1/2 days last week. The job is MUCH easier than I thought it would be so I have to admit I am pretty disappointed. The other negative is that I couldn't work on the computer last week so I was bored with a capital "buh." Luckily when I went in this morning, I was able to work on my computer and was able to stay busy all day long. That certainly made my day much more enjoyable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say, my favorite part of the day has to be working with the locals. They are just so great and I'm learning a little bit more of the language every day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My word today? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666699; font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Sans Unicode&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;שני&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shenee&lt;/em&gt; or 2nd &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm particularly proud of myself for figuring this out. One of the clients asked (in Hebrew), "is this the second stage?" I told them it was "&lt;em&gt;tor shtaayim&lt;/em&gt; (line 2)." Then it dawned on me what she said so I asked and Yay! I was right! I love that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-548192985990144916?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/548192985990144916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=548192985990144916' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/548192985990144916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/548192985990144916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2011/10/back-to-work.html' title='Back to Work'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-3686930912885543712</id><published>2011-09-29T04:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T04:56:00.491-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shonah Tovah!</title><content type='html'>It's Thursday, and we are off... Why you ask??? It's Rosh Hashanah, or the Israeli new year! They are wishing each other Shonah Tovah right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started my job on Monday, which is&amp;nbsp;a good thing because Mike has done nothing but WORK since he has been here! I like my job, but I have to admit it's kind of boring. I really like working with the Israelis, seeing them every day, talking to them. It's really great. I mean, that's the whole reason someone goes to another country... right? But the job itself is pretty mindless. I mean,&amp;nbsp;one day and I'm already up to speed. That's just wrong... right? Or is it just me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say, my desk at work is hilarious. There is nothing on it! And I mean, NOTHING! I would take a picture to show you, but it's not allowed (for obvious reasons). I have a computer with a monitor, a mouse, and an Israeli keyboard with teeny tiny little keys, including the tab, caps lock, and shift key on the left side. It's really hilarious especially since I'm used to typing on one of those split ergonomic keyboards. Other than that, there is nothing. No stapler, no scanner (which I need&amp;nbsp;to do my job), no tape, no paper clips, no nothing. I do have a trash can, but there is no stinking bag in it! haha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shonah Tovah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-3686930912885543712?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3686930912885543712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=3686930912885543712' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/3686930912885543712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/3686930912885543712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2011/09/shonah-tovah.html' title='Shonah Tovah!'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-7146583355566251707</id><published>2011-09-23T06:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T06:20:01.178-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One Lump or Two</title><content type='html'>What a week! Like I heard someone say, my whelmed has been over. haha Suffice it to say, there have been tears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the positive side, we received our air shipment. Yay! It had important things in it... like my coffee. I haven't had coffee for more than a week. I think I'm overdue! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This lovely little thing (NOT)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1Q91pNvwxq8/TnxbhM-5HzI/AAAAAAAABMY/Rsic1JYngSw/s1600/018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="387" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1Q91pNvwxq8/TnxbhM-5HzI/AAAAAAAABMY/Rsic1JYngSw/s400/018.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;allows me to have this lovely little thing (YAY!).&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/-hGCQsTQsWU0/Tnxb6eCbPwI/AAAAAAAABMc/zgYed0G8nYc/s1600/021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="380" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hGCQsTQsWU0/Tnxb6eCbPwI/AAAAAAAABMc/zgYed0G8nYc/s400/021.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I love it in all its hideous ugliness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I did this morning is take my favorite mug (thanks Mom!) and my favorite spoon (a Christmas gift from my beautiful daughter while in England) and&amp;nbsp;make a wonderful cup of coffee. And yes... I like a "little coffee with my sugar and milk." I'm not going to apologize... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was glorious to sit with a wonderful cup of coffee made exactly the way I like it and read my Bible first thing in the morning. I haven't felt this good in weeks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-7146583355566251707?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7146583355566251707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=7146583355566251707' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/7146583355566251707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/7146583355566251707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2011/09/one-lump-or-two.html' title='One Lump or Two'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1Q91pNvwxq8/TnxbhM-5HzI/AAAAAAAABMY/Rsic1JYngSw/s72-c/018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-4245540842282953191</id><published>2011-09-19T06:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T06:13:01.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Froop</title><content type='html'>I just found the most yummy thing! It's called Froop. It looks like yogurt, and I think it is, but it doesn't taste like yogurt. It is rich and creamy and sweet. Yum! &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/-lPUS2GWV1CQ/TncUcmc4LGI/AAAAAAAABMQ/_MmDjB4Wmj8/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lPUS2GWV1CQ/TncUcmc4LGI/AAAAAAAABMQ/_MmDjB4Wmj8/s400/001.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is lemon, which is yummy. I've also had peach and pineapple. Does anyone else think it must be German with the "Muller" brand?&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/-vmYM0reV_yU/TncU07e66EI/AAAAAAAABMU/HUrMY2n_u2k/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vmYM0reV_yU/TncU07e66EI/AAAAAAAABMU/HUrMY2n_u2k/s400/002.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The price on the top says "4, 83" which is 4.83 NIS (New Israeli Shekels), and according to my handy dandy currency converter makes this little tub of heaven $1.32. Seems a little high for a tub of yogurt... but maybe well priced for a little tub of heaven? haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-4245540842282953191?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4245540842282953191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=4245540842282953191' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/4245540842282953191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/4245540842282953191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2011/09/froop.html' title='Froop'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lPUS2GWV1CQ/TncUcmc4LGI/AAAAAAAABMQ/_MmDjB4Wmj8/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-4643876505150803439</id><published>2011-09-18T11:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T11:08:09.844-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a Day of Rest</title><content type='html'>It's Sunday, right? A day of rest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not here! Today is the first day of their work week, hence the list of people wanting to come to my house today to do work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday is their Sabbath (Shabbat) and everything shuts down around 1 pm on Friday afternoon with Shabbat beginning Friday at sundown and ending Saturday at sundown, when apparently things open back up for a little late night shopping and entertainment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church services here (for Christians) fall on Saturday to account for this local custom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, Sunday, we were supposed to have cleaners come to clean our apartment (they didn't show up -&amp;nbsp; another local custom apparently!) and the water guy just arrived with our water cooler and bottles. I can't wait! I drink a lot of water and love having a water cooler, especially where the tap water is on the mineral-y side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an aside... It is a really odd experience to sort of understand what someone is saying when they are talking about you... or me, I guess. After 3 months in Hebrew class (only as an observer), I understand a lot more than I speak. Even though I don't understand a whole lot, listening to our workmen talking about me on the phone or with someone else and sort of understanding what they have to say when they obviously think I don't understand anything is strange. It is giving me a little insight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also as an aside to the aside... Americans aren't the only ones who speak LOUDER and s-l-o-w-e-r in their own language when they are trying to make themselves understood! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of pictures of the kitchen for someone who asked. (Love you, Denise!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GffH0JAP0uk/TnYHzi3o47I/AAAAAAAABME/mS025NOcaQ4/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GffH0JAP0uk/TnYHzi3o47I/AAAAAAAABME/mS025NOcaQ4/s400/001.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, those are not my things... not my orange tray, not my coffee pot, etc...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9EtQFMjrRk/TnYIBgTSZqI/AAAAAAAABMI/oSScbOqtKOc/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s9EtQFMjrRk/TnYIBgTSZqI/AAAAAAAABMI/oSScbOqtKOc/s400/003.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;All of those things are just loaners until we get our own kitchen stuff.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And our Wonderful New Water Cooler! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZPX3cZzDiaU/TnYINaDty0I/AAAAAAAABMM/QnJN4lLtdsw/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZPX3cZzDiaU/TnYINaDty0I/AAAAAAAABMM/QnJN4lLtdsw/s400/002.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;It not only does cold water; it does hot water as well. Yay!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-4643876505150803439?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4643876505150803439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=4643876505150803439' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/4643876505150803439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/4643876505150803439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2011/09/not-day-of-rest.html' title='Not a Day of Rest'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GffH0JAP0uk/TnYHzi3o47I/AAAAAAAABME/mS025NOcaQ4/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-1566609498938794303</id><published>2011-09-16T09:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T09:06:48.062-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Apartment</title><content type='html'>The new apartment has some positive and some negative. The apartment is on the top floor which is kind of cool. On the negative side, there's not really a view. The view is of other similar apartment buildings. There is a large patio that runs the length of the apartment and we have mostly southern exposure so that is just a wonderful space and I'm sure as the weather cools it will be a lovely place to be.&amp;nbsp;(I've heard in October things should become more tolerable and today was really lovely!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w0e32IRgCYc/TnNFxTQmMqI/AAAAAAAABL0/dENkQKx7Vaw/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w0e32IRgCYc/TnNFxTQmMqI/AAAAAAAABL0/dENkQKx7Vaw/s400/006.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have two covered parking spots, which is really great in this heat, and access to them is gated. They are also right next to the doors to the apartment building so luckily we won't have to park and walk a mile to the apartment building, a mile to the elevator, and a mile to the apartment. It's all extremely convenient. We share our foyer from the elevator with only a few apartments so there is very little noise from people coming and going. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the negative side, one of the bathrooms looks like Liberace might have enjoyed it. The tile is kind of shiny, as in mirrored, but not really. It's very odd to say the least. But on the positive side, there is an enormous skylight and it is bright and very airy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cn8C4aWUlpI/TnNGBYGhI8I/AAAAAAAABL4/h2ILMGdmBdE/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cn8C4aWUlpI/TnNGBYGhI8I/AAAAAAAABL4/h2ILMGdmBdE/s400/004.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The weirdly decorated bathroom. That shower is the size of a telephone booth. Luckily there is another bathroom!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main living area is very spacious, has a large skylight, and a large bank of floor-to-ceiling patio doors which makes the area very light and airy during daylight hours. There is no need to turn on a light in that area until the sun goes down. I love that! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IBAyhwH8xss/TnNGTZbelcI/AAAAAAAABL8/Eessqox2Gjk/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IBAyhwH8xss/TnNGTZbelcI/AAAAAAAABL8/Eessqox2Gjk/s400/002.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;None of this furniture or lamps is ours. It really is awful. The "shutters" on the outside of the patio doors are louvered and moveable and everyone has this or something similar on every window. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kitchen is also large, light, and airy. There is only one window in the space but it adjoins the living/dining area and is, therefore, very light. The ceilings in the apartment must be high. I can't measure them but they do seem that way and I think that contributes to the cool airy feel of the apartment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bedrooms are not very big, but with the exception of one of them they are a good size. There is a lot of light and they have their own air conditioning "zone" so we can adjust the temperature in that portion of the apartment and we don't end up with "hot zones" or "cold zones." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZGCJ2_SmyA/TnNGvy1T_jI/AAAAAAAABMA/7DtstIgeusc/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZGCJ2_SmyA/TnNGvy1T_jI/AAAAAAAABMA/7DtstIgeusc/s400/005.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah. What can I say about this furniture but blech! lol&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest negative about the apartment, in my opinion,&amp;nbsp;is that there are no curtains or carpets. I think this really makes the apartment seem uninviting. It also makes it a little on the "echo-y" side and I don't like that. We are trying to see what we can do about that. They are supposed to be provided but we don't have them yet, but then yesterday I think someone mentioned that they aren't curtains, they are vertical blinds which made me scream uncontrollably... NOOOOOOO!!!!! We are still trying to figure that out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other HUGE negative is the ghastly furniture in the apartment. It looks like 1990's hotel furniture. It literally makes me incredibly despondent when I look at it. (This is no joke or exaggeration. The pictures don't really portray just&amp;nbsp;how awful this furniture is.&amp;nbsp;I really cannot tell you how&amp;nbsp;much I hate this furniture!)&amp;nbsp;There is a ton of it in the apartment. Luckily,&amp;nbsp;we don't need all of it and are going to have what we don't need removed. This still leaves us with a LOT of hideous furniture that I have to arrange/cover/decorate in a way that I can live with. Ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-1566609498938794303?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1566609498938794303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=1566609498938794303' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/1566609498938794303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/1566609498938794303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2011/09/new-apartment.html' title='The New Apartment'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w0e32IRgCYc/TnNFxTQmMqI/AAAAAAAABL0/dENkQKx7Vaw/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-8673085822799291310</id><published>2011-09-15T05:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T05:50:14.481-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, Hello Again!</title><content type='html'>Look at me on the internet and everything! Wow! I've been gone a long time! Well, it seems like a long time to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are in our new house. The guy from the internet company just hooked us up. We now have local telephone, internet, and cable. Yay! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent all day yesterday going through a 3-page checklist. Yikes! Loads of people to see and meetings to attend. On the good side, there are SO many really nice people here! Yay! On the negative side, we're in the middle of a large busy&amp;nbsp;city where we don't speak the language! Yikes! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are completely exhausted from the flight and still trying to get caught up on sleep AND adjust to the new time zone. We are waking up at midnight every night and are completely beat by 2 p.m. The first day here, I had a total of 2 hours of sleep! We are up to about 6 hours now, but after a week we are completely exhausted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going to an Oktoberfest on Sunday and it seems like it will be a lot of fun. Also, I have some photos of the apartment to share and will post them a little later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you all already!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-8673085822799291310?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8673085822799291310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=8673085822799291310' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/8673085822799291310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/8673085822799291310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2011/09/well-hello-again.html' title='Well, Hello Again!'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-6949446769614829698</id><published>2011-09-07T12:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T12:33:50.808-04:00</updated><title type='text'>T minus 4 days...</title><content type='html'>So today is Wednesday, otherwise known as T minus 4 days... and the countdown continues. I have managed to fritter away almost an entire week with lots of sleep, lots of Sudoku, lots of football (the Auburn game was a nail biter!), lots of good food, and lots of time with my kids. It's been wonderful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike left yesterday to visit his dad for a few days and last night is the first night in a week I haven't slept well. I miss my husband! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, my phone decided to up and die on me. I thought I was going to be without a phone for the remaining few days I was&amp;nbsp;in the states. Not a huge deal, but it could have done me a huge favor and just lasted FOUR MORE DAYS! But, it had mercy on me and came back on, so Whew! I mean, I was in the middle of a couple of Words with Friends games... So you know... important things are happening on my phone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that just about wraps it up... yep... exciting stuff... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-6949446769614829698?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6949446769614829698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=6949446769614829698' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/6949446769614829698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/6949446769614829698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2011/09/t-minus-4-days.html' title='T minus 4 days...'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-9070503113286642373</id><published>2011-09-02T00:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T00:56:40.507-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Tired</title><content type='html'>1. I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;2. The furniture is gone.&lt;br /&gt;3. The house is clean.&lt;br /&gt;4. The realtor has the keys.&lt;br /&gt;5. We are visiting our kids.&lt;br /&gt;6. I've finished the horrendously long paperwork for my new job.&lt;br /&gt;7.&amp;nbsp;Its almost midnight.&lt;br /&gt;8. Have I mentioned I'm tired????&lt;br /&gt;There is no 9. I'm tired... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-9070503113286642373?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/9070503113286642373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=9070503113286642373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/9070503113286642373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/9070503113286642373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-tired.html' title='I&apos;m Tired'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-6078704331214723449</id><published>2011-08-30T17:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T17:37:50.824-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Day 2</title><content type='html'>The things going into storage should all go today. I say &lt;em&gt;should&lt;/em&gt; because there was some debate about whether or not everything would fit in the crates the movers brought (it didn't) and then whether someone would bring another crate this afternoon (at 5:30 pm) or if someone would come tomorrow. They decided to send someone out this afternoon and here we sit with almost everything ready to go in crates waiting for the other truck to come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movers this move have been pretty good. They scratched our floors and even came and told us... not trying to hide it like the awful movers we had in England. And it has been HOT! getting up to 105 degrees with the heat index. Poor guys! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have surfed the internet on our phones, necessitating recharging halfway through the day, and played on the computer while the poor movers worked themselves into a (horrendous B.O.-smelling) puddle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to clean house tomorrow to get ready for our renters. So, we still have tons to do! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some shots of before, during, and where we are now. &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/-En6gh16di-0/Tl1Wag2OaNI/AAAAAAAABLk/eQmSm5lt8hE/s1600/moving+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-En6gh16di-0/Tl1Wag2OaNI/AAAAAAAABLk/eQmSm5lt8hE/s400/moving+001.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/-QKaVQQ_ZZQk/Tl1WynrQmBI/AAAAAAAABLo/Y7le8kute-w/s1600/moving+009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QKaVQQ_ZZQk/Tl1WynrQmBI/AAAAAAAABLo/Y7le8kute-w/s400/moving+009.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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JJxx1pxOOr0/Tl1XHhh0ZbI/AAAAAAAABLs/yZo3BuyQpAo/s1600/moving+011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JJxx1pxOOr0/Tl1XHhh0ZbI/AAAAAAAABLs/yZo3BuyQpAo/s400/moving+011.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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ar12Szu3mPQ/Tl1Xb6cJZrI/AAAAAAAABLw/UQ2H5pXz0L4/s1600/moving+014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ar12Szu3mPQ/Tl1Xb6cJZrI/AAAAAAAABLw/UQ2H5pXz0L4/s400/moving+014.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-6078704331214723449?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6078704331214723449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=6078704331214723449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/6078704331214723449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/6078704331214723449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2011/08/moving-day-2.html' title='Moving Day 2'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-En6gh16di-0/Tl1Wag2OaNI/AAAAAAAABLk/eQmSm5lt8hE/s72-c/moving+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-4611824993005728297</id><published>2011-08-29T22:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T22:33:36.795-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Day, Part I</title><content type='html'>My favorite (insert sarcastic voice and head tilt here) thing about movers is their proclivity for bragging about just how great they are. During our 23 years of marriage, we have moved 11 times - this is our 12th move. I know if the mover starts telling me how great he is, how he has never had any damage, how fabulously he is going to take care of our stuff, we might as well kiss our stuff goodbye. The movers today seemed good, honest, funny, but really slow! They were here for 7 hours! Packing for an air shipment (about 800 pounds) and household goods (another 800 or so pounds). They really should have been in and out in about 4 hours or so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from the comfort of your home, enjoy pictures of our chaos! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the movers arrived&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/-vV3w-D_Lws0/TlxKFlVsjTI/AAAAAAAABLU/8EKV4ZxYXAs/s1600/Moving+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vV3w-D_Lws0/TlxKFlVsjTI/AAAAAAAABLU/8EKV4ZxYXAs/s400/Moving+003.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While they were here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1H9Vqym3HI/TlxKgN0P2mI/AAAAAAAABLY/_dkqnmHvQuM/s1600/Moving+012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1H9Vqym3HI/TlxKgN0P2mI/AAAAAAAABLY/_dkqnmHvQuM/s400/Moving+012.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/-j6_a2ZmywS8/TlxK97QLpXI/AAAAAAAABLc/SAznJ7K2gL4/s1600/Moving+015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j6_a2ZmywS8/TlxK97QLpXI/AAAAAAAABLc/SAznJ7K2gL4/s400/Moving+015.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;After the movers left&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/-O6NshmoaKtI/TlxLacBo-oI/AAAAAAAABLg/LiBEOJG9w94/s1600/Moving+019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O6NshmoaKtI/TlxLacBo-oI/AAAAAAAABLg/LiBEOJG9w94/s400/Moving+019.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, they left my beloved nutcracker! Boo! Goodbye Mr Nutcracker. I'll see you again in a few years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round II tomorrow! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-4611824993005728297?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4611824993005728297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=4611824993005728297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/4611824993005728297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/4611824993005728297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2011/08/moving-day-part-i.html' title='Moving Day, Part I'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vV3w-D_Lws0/TlxKFlVsjTI/AAAAAAAABLU/8EKV4ZxYXAs/s72-c/Moving+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-2166882272148012724</id><published>2011-08-27T11:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T11:53:01.885-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One of my Favorite Women</title><content type='html'>I am fortunate enough to have some very special women in my life. I love these women and would do anything for them. They have made me a better person and I hope I have done the same for them. &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/-SxaHmU4H3bQ/TlkN5fDUoDI/AAAAAAAABLM/ALwO4mNoWCk/s1600/photo1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SxaHmU4H3bQ/TlkN5fDUoDI/AAAAAAAABLM/ALwO4mNoWCk/s400/photo1.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: left;"&gt;This is my cousin. She is fabulous with a capital "FAB." As in Oh. Em. Gee. She taught me how to swear in sign language. I mean, how funny is that!! She takes me shopping and picks out the best handbags. &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;She blings me. Yes, I said Bling. That's her fancy schmancy glittery fabulous bracelet I'm wearing. I didn't even have to ask. She saw me and said, "Oh no! You need some bling!" Took my arm and placed her bracelet on me. &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/-7tGWqIjN8Rk/TlkRrTEPFqI/AAAAAAAABLQ/OTQo8oFzlPk/s1600/photo3+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7tGWqIjN8Rk/TlkRrTEPFqI/AAAAAAAABLQ/OTQo8oFzlPk/s400/photo3+%25282%2529.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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;She keeps me from being boring. Well, as boring as I usually am. She makes me smile. A lot. We all need people like that in our lives. I'm lucky enough to have many. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-2166882272148012724?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2166882272148012724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=2166882272148012724' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/2166882272148012724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/2166882272148012724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2011/08/one-of-my-favorite-women.html' title='One of my Favorite Women'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SxaHmU4H3bQ/TlkN5fDUoDI/AAAAAAAABLM/ALwO4mNoWCk/s72-c/photo1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-7268630656495295387</id><published>2011-08-25T10:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T10:31:22.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad Life</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite videos. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/DOKuSQIJlog" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-7268630656495295387?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7268630656495295387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=7268630656495295387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/7268630656495295387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/7268630656495295387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2011/08/dad-life.html' title='Dad Life'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/DOKuSQIJlog/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-8760625485361120565</id><published>2011-08-24T10:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T10:03:45.669-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Dance</title><content type='html'>I got the job! I got the job! I got the job! Yay! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing a happy dance right now, and not just on the inside! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before the reality sets in of long government forms and background checks and then the sheer terror of a new and completely unfamiliar job, I am just going to sit back, breathe deeply, and enjoy the moment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrive September 12 and I start September 26. Expect to see panicked posts coinciding with those dates. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-8760625485361120565?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8760625485361120565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=8760625485361120565' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/8760625485361120565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/8760625485361120565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2011/08/happy-dance.html' title='Happy Dance'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-1675774461960004894</id><published>2011-08-23T10:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T10:23:58.501-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Madness</title><content type='html'>My house is a mess.&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/-Eg_um8h-zhw/TlO19CPoRcI/AAAAAAAABK8/WyKtfev4Blk/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Eg_um8h-zhw/TlO19CPoRcI/AAAAAAAABK8/WyKtfev4Blk/s400/003.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm irritated with my wonderful&amp;nbsp;husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kWJzlT3SIXs/TlO3Kp04cKI/AAAAAAAABLE/M_Sv98vIVlw/s1600/Josh%2526Mike+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kWJzlT3SIXs/TlO3Kp04cKI/AAAAAAAABLE/M_Sv98vIVlw/s320/Josh%2526Mike+%25282%2529.jpg" width="313" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I actually snapped at my sweet daughter yesterday.&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/-ryCQfOa7_0E/TlO2XXHWiYI/AAAAAAAABLA/R1ALZgIhaTk/s1600/Wedding+018+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ryCQfOa7_0E/TlO2XXHWiYI/AAAAAAAABLA/R1ALZgIhaTk/s400/Wedding+018+%25282%2529.jpg" width="146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. I&amp;nbsp;officially have "PCS" mental illness, otherwise known as moving madness (or in Britain "mad cow disease"). &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-1675774461960004894?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1675774461960004894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=1675774461960004894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/1675774461960004894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/1675774461960004894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-house-is-mess.html' title='Moving Madness'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Eg_um8h-zhw/TlO19CPoRcI/AAAAAAAABK8/WyKtfev4Blk/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-1819722840691286377</id><published>2011-08-22T11:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T11:16:52.059-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys in the Women's Restroom. How Old is Too Old?</title><content type='html'>Here's a question with, I'm sure, a lot of different answers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old is too old to bring a boy into the women's restroom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't something I've ever been too concerned about. Frankly, it's not something I see all that often. And I am definitely an overprotective mother, so I tend to sympathize even if I don't agree. But this weekend, while&amp;nbsp;at the movie theater with my husband, I saw what had to be an 8-year-old boy in the women's bathroom. And I say 8 trying to give him the benefit of the doubt. When I asked Mike how old he thought, he said 10. To be honest, I was thinking 10 as well. But, like I said, I was trying to give the benefit of the doubt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, understand, we don't live in New York City or Los Angeles. And this wasn't an airport where I might understand the apprehension of allowing your 8- to 10-year-old boy to venture alone into the men's restroom. This is a&amp;nbsp;small town movie theater on a Saturday afternoon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were about 3 or 4 young girls in the restroom all looking sufficiently horrified. And Mike brought up a good point, what if a man brought his 8- to 10-year-old girl into the men's room?? That sounds so ridiculous I'm sure no one would even think of doing such a thing. But watching this boy walk out of a stall in front of the shocked row of young girls waiting was really jaw dropping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do you think? Is 10 too old for the women's restroom? Or perfectly understandable?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-1819722840691286377?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1819722840691286377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=1819722840691286377' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/1819722840691286377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/1819722840691286377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2011/08/boys-in-womens-restroom-how-old-is-too.html' title='Boys in the Women&apos;s Restroom. How Old is Too Old?'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-7909189691085880055</id><published>2011-08-20T18:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T18:46:19.221-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Donuts make the World go Round</title><content type='html'>How's this for totally random. I have definitely had donuts on the brain today. That's what happens when I am getting ready to move and eating cereal twice a day because I don't want to buy anything that I will have to throw out. Popular quotes and idioms kept popping in my head... replacing key words with "donuts." And yes, I had a witness to my insanity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to demonstrate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me donuts, or give me death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donuts don't kill people, cholesterol kills people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can have my donut when you pry it from my cold dead fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my favorite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They may take our land! But they'll never take... OUR DONUTS!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* I need a donut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-7909189691085880055?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7909189691085880055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=7909189691085880055' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/7909189691085880055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/7909189691085880055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2011/08/donuts-make-world-go-round.html' title='Donuts make the World go Round'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-1416829929416998145</id><published>2011-08-19T09:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T09:11:54.499-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Friday Musings</title><content type='html'>A little randomly... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the most beautiful shoes for the wedding at the last minute. I'm really glad I didn't wear the shoes I had originally purchased. I spent so much time on my feet and they were just so high! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Yes, someone did take pictures of my shoes at the wedding and then sent me a picture! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d7I4Rm0NwNY/Tk5duvAa9VI/AAAAAAAABK0/A0kV8lLvuJ0/s1600/Sondre+Shoes.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="373" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d7I4Rm0NwNY/Tk5duvAa9VI/AAAAAAAABK0/A0kV8lLvuJ0/s400/Sondre+Shoes.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: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Also, I promised a picture of Ashley when she graduated and I completely forgot with all the excitement with the wedding. But she worked hard and certainly deserves heartfelt congratulations! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xJ2up8bEXTY/Tk5eWN9tLrI/AAAAAAAABK4/kqaz2Kork84/s1600/Wedding+013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xJ2up8bEXTY/Tk5eWN9tLrI/AAAAAAAABK4/kqaz2Kork84/s400/Wedding+013.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ashley and her wonderful family&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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;Things are really clicking along at a fast pace for our move. We still haven't rented our house, but the moving company is coming for a pre-move survey today, and the movers will start showing up in a week. Yikes! Mike and I went through a ton of old paperwork yesterday for about FOUR hours or so! and managed to burn out our shredder in the process. We are pretty organized and keep fairly up to date. But even so, that was for about 3 years of stuff and adds up to more than an hour per year! I have spent all morning planning how to keep more up to date than that to save us another long, tedious clean out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-1416829929416998145?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1416829929416998145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=1416829929416998145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/1416829929416998145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/1416829929416998145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2011/08/random-friday-musings.html' title='Random Friday Musings'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d7I4Rm0NwNY/Tk5duvAa9VI/AAAAAAAABK0/A0kV8lLvuJ0/s72-c/Sondre+Shoes.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-8388849198837601778</id><published>2011-08-18T10:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T10:25:20.245-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Twinkies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XuZ2A2wvFko/Tk0gSqxyghI/AAAAAAAABKw/_GuJbSfpzUo/s1600/Hannah%2526Lois.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XuZ2A2wvFko/Tk0gSqxyghI/AAAAAAAABKw/_GuJbSfpzUo/s400/Hannah%2526Lois.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My dad took this picture of my mother and my daughter at the wedding. I love this picture! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone else think my daughter looks like my mom??? I think they could be twins! (Or Twinkies, like my Aunt Beth says!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-8388849198837601778?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8388849198837601778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=8388849198837601778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/8388849198837601778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/8388849198837601778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2011/08/twinkies.html' title='Twinkies'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XuZ2A2wvFko/Tk0gSqxyghI/AAAAAAAABKw/_GuJbSfpzUo/s72-c/Hannah%2526Lois.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-5862451210358414828</id><published>2011-08-17T07:00:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T07:00:00.359-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love My Brit TV</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite things about Netflix is being able to watch tons of old shows, new shows, and my favorite Brit TV. While watching &lt;em&gt;Midsomer Murders&lt;/em&gt;, an okay British murder mystery series, a young Orlando Bloom appears (2000)! AND, he plays a male prostitute and thief. AND, he gets killed off less than 30 minutes into the show! Ha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About an hour into the show, the two main characters talk about &lt;em&gt;The Lord of the Rings, &lt;/em&gt;and one of them says, "I never read it. It's all dwarfs and fairies. phhht." Ha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/eX1vMKkY6qQ" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-5862451210358414828?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5862451210358414828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=5862451210358414828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/5862451210358414828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/5862451210358414828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-love-my-brit-tv.html' title='I Love My Brit TV'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/eX1vMKkY6qQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-7334198540037847109</id><published>2011-08-16T11:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T11:49:53.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We Love Our Friends and Family</title><content type='html'>We are so blessed to have good friends and a loving supportive family. So many friends and family came to the wedding. I only managed to capture pictures of a few of them, and some of those pictures were captured by other people who were kind enough to take pictures with our camera while we were otherwise occupied. I can't wait to see the photographers pictures mostly because I'm hoping for good pictures with these people whom I love! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love these friends like family and like to be around&amp;nbsp;our family like friends. My daughter has a lovely saying about our long-time friends and our close knit family. She says it's so nice not to have to explain anything to them. They already know so we can just relax and be ourselves around them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ObqthoEFoTA/TkqLCQTJ_EI/AAAAAAAABKg/DUfElU7B_X8/s1600/Wedding+032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ObqthoEFoTA/TkqLCQTJ_EI/AAAAAAAABKg/DUfElU7B_X8/s400/Wedding+032.JPG" width="276" /&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: left;"&gt;This is one of my very best friends. I call her my Proverbs 31 woman. She is "a woman of noble character... worth far more than rubies... she speaks with wisdom... faithful instruction is on her tongue." She would disagree, but ﻿her modesty just makes me love her more!&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/-PqZ-4Xfi6PI/TkqLRME6x3I/AAAAAAAABKk/zuxPt0iK6dk/s1600/Wedding+031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PqZ-4Xfi6PI/TkqLRME6x3I/AAAAAAAABKk/zuxPt0iK6dk/s400/Wedding+031.JPG" width="292" /&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: left;"&gt;This is my sweet and beautiful niece. She is an amazing woman and the first grandchild to graduate from college in our family. She just began her teaching career and I'm sure she will be her students' favorite teacher! Her dad and step mom were also there, but I didn't manage to capture them! ﻿&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/-lszwBbP_Y4E/TkqLh35kOjI/AAAAAAAABKo/wML20pluL7M/s1600/Wedding+066.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lszwBbP_Y4E/TkqLh35kOjI/AAAAAAAABKo/wML20pluL7M/s400/Wedding+066.JPG" width="265" /&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: left;"&gt;This is our daughter with a family friend. She has been our friend for so long, I forget we aren't related! She is always there for&amp;nbsp;us, and what I wouldn't give to live next door to her just so I could see her every day!&amp;nbsp;My daughter grew up idolizing her and wanting to be just like her. She is very tall and my daughter wanted to be "just as tall as Aunt Leah." Well, I think she succeeded! &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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tvMAFIoRlbI/TkqLvh1bCiI/AAAAAAAABKs/Lb47aWHDeH8/s1600/Wedding+067.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="261" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tvMAFIoRlbI/TkqLvh1bCiI/AAAAAAAABKs/Lb47aWHDeH8/s400/Wedding+067.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm going to apologize to Shawn and Carolyn for this photo, but it's the only one I managed to capture! Hannah took it and managed to catch them mid-chew... Sorry! But I love them so much and wanted to include them in this post. We met them a few years ago when we were living in New Hampshire and fell in love with them and their wonderful children and their parents. They have been a huge blessing to me personally and to our family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were so many more people I wish I had pictures of from the wedding. As pictures become available, I will definitely post more! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-7334198540037847109?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7334198540037847109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=7334198540037847109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/7334198540037847109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/7334198540037847109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2011/08/we-love-our-friends-and-family.html' title='We Love Our Friends and Family'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ObqthoEFoTA/TkqLCQTJ_EI/AAAAAAAABKg/DUfElU7B_X8/s72-c/Wedding+032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-2315595769151222895</id><published>2011-08-15T14:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T14:10:18.171-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;For those of you unlucky enough NOT to be at the wedding of the century (forget Will and Kate... This is IT!), I have some photos to share. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A3iItZ8H-Ak/TklVh1PeWUI/AAAAAAAABKA/w2dDj6OH2YQ/s1600/Wedding+018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A3iItZ8H-Ak/TklVh1PeWUI/AAAAAAAABKA/w2dDj6OH2YQ/s400/Wedding+018.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;L-R My daughter, The Bride, and 2 of her friends.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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: left;"&gt;This is from the wedding rehearsal. It was so much fun spending time with my soon-to-be daughter-in-law and our respective families. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqmecKuDUpU/TklWsW_OskI/AAAAAAAABKE/85SpirULxKA/s1600/Wedding+019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqmecKuDUpU/TklWsW_OskI/AAAAAAAABKE/85SpirULxKA/s400/Wedding+019.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Groom and The Bride&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;They look really relaxed and ready to get married, don't you think? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U7r7gkPTO7I/TklXdi7cGDI/AAAAAAAABKI/MSbdJVMz_XM/s1600/Wedding+020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U7r7gkPTO7I/TklXdi7cGDI/AAAAAAAABKI/MSbdJVMz_XM/s400/Wedding+020.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our wonderful family&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And, drum roll please, the wedding pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x1RcZCw3VVE/TklYSMWUcgI/AAAAAAAABKM/UNIO6GPBT5o/s1600/Wedding+030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x1RcZCw3VVE/TklYSMWUcgI/AAAAAAAABKM/UNIO6GPBT5o/s400/Wedding+030.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;L-R The Bride's elder brother, The Groom, a friend of the Groom, Hubs, The Bride's younger brother&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;They all look relaxed, don't they? Someone asked my son if he was nervous at all and he told them he wasn't and was ready to get married. So Sweet! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IgFIo4FoyiY/TklZUgD67DI/AAAAAAAABKQ/187P3l-T6Jc/s1600/Wedding+039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IgFIo4FoyiY/TklZUgD67DI/AAAAAAAABKQ/187P3l-T6Jc/s400/Wedding+039.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aren't they beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mSgoaN-Vvgg/TklafUEas7I/AAAAAAAABKU/4K7k_F5OE5s/s1600/Wedding+041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mSgoaN-Vvgg/TklafUEas7I/AAAAAAAABKU/4K7k_F5OE5s/s400/Wedding+041.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This is one of my favorite pictures. The pastor is praying for the new Mr And Mrs and The Bride is grinning! It makes me so happy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chapel where they were married is just beautiful and the pastor, who is the pastor of the church where my daughter-in-law and her family are members, was wonderful. It was a beautiful ceremony, very moving (Yes, I cried!), and just a wonderful, memorable experience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N4-kO9BCstw/TkldP1j7POI/AAAAAAAABKY/A1fOldBNFQo/s1600/Wedding+060.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N4-kO9BCstw/TkldP1j7POI/AAAAAAAABKY/A1fOldBNFQo/s400/Wedding+060.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Bride and Groom at the Reception&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The reception was at a really lovely old restaurant which is a converted gas station. The location was beautiful and the food was excellent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pCnoHiWey44/TkleCpQtwZI/AAAAAAAABKc/PbjmzIKtRDA/s1600/Wedding+070.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pCnoHiWey44/TkleCpQtwZI/AAAAAAAABKc/PbjmzIKtRDA/s400/Wedding+070.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;L-R The Groom, The Bride, Hubs, Me, and My Daughter&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Our lovely new family! I literally cannot say enough good things about my new daughter-in-law! She is a wonderful, amazing, beautiful, selfless, kind, generous, amazing (have I mentioned she's amazing???) young woman, and we are absolutely blessed beyond measure to have her as a member of our family. Also, her family is so wonderful! I truly feel as though our two families have been joined together and Mike and I are the richer for it. &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;To my sweet new dilly of a daughter-in-law and my son, I love you both! You are truly wonderful, amazing people and I'm blessed to be a part of your lives. Thank you! &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;To my new in-laws, thank you for a spectacular day! Thank you for sharing your amazing daughter with us. And thank you for your selfless inclusion of Mike and I in your family. We are so blessed! &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;To all of our friends and family who attended the wedding, who came from far and wide at great expense and sacrifice to share this wonderful day with us, Thank you! It made our experience richer and much more memorable and I'm blessed to have you! &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;To all of our friends and family who were unable to attend, thank you for your well wishes and prayers! We love you and you were missed! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-2315595769151222895?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2315595769151222895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=2315595769151222895' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/2315595769151222895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/2315595769151222895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2011/08/wedding-pictures.html' title='Wedding Pictures!'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A3iItZ8H-Ak/TklVh1PeWUI/AAAAAAAABKA/w2dDj6OH2YQ/s72-c/Wedding+018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-5676702467912955393</id><published>2011-08-09T07:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T07:00:18.559-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay, Ashley!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fNK8MnBE9jE/TkCbPaKiurI/AAAAAAAABJ8/FCXi-oAER_4/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fNK8MnBE9jE/TkCbPaKiurI/AAAAAAAABJ8/FCXi-oAER_4/s400/014.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Congratulations to The Sweet and Beautiful Ashley on her graduation! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We are so proud of you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so incredible to see Ashley sitting in the crowd of college graduates and walk across that stage. She is an amazing young woman and Mike and I are delighted to add her to our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the graduation, Ashley's dad took us all to lunch and we had a lovely time with lots of talking and laughing. Good company&amp;nbsp;and good food is the best way I can think of to spend time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I took pictures. No, I can't download them to my computer. The cord to the camera is in one state and the camera is in another. Bummer. I'll get the pictures up soon. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-5676702467912955393?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5676702467912955393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=5676702467912955393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/5676702467912955393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/5676702467912955393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2011/08/yay-ashley.html' title='Yay, Ashley!'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fNK8MnBE9jE/TkCbPaKiurI/AAAAAAAABJ8/FCXi-oAER_4/s72-c/014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-3527213496667162298</id><published>2011-08-04T14:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T14:10:45.854-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for you, Robyn</title><content type='html'>In my guilty pleasures post yesterday, my cousin reminded me of another guilty pleasure we share... beautiful bags! So, in honor of my lovely cousin whom I love so very much, feast your eyes on this lovely bag...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EtmP4YXLRU4/Tjrf9ktwNII/AAAAAAAABJ4/WkgFVbfsf4Q/s1600/mk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EtmP4YXLRU4/Tjrf9ktwNII/AAAAAAAABJ4/WkgFVbfsf4Q/s400/mk.jpg" width="345" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Isn't it beautiful???? ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-3527213496667162298?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3527213496667162298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=3527213496667162298' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/3527213496667162298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/3527213496667162298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2011/08/just-for-you-robyn.html' title='Just for you, Robyn'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EtmP4YXLRU4/Tjrf9ktwNII/AAAAAAAABJ4/WkgFVbfsf4Q/s72-c/mk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-9177654777541399850</id><published>2011-08-03T10:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T10:15:52.144-04:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Guilty Pleasures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;1. A good book late at night while the world sleeps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-85cEDOLyV2A/TjlT8tnOBLI/AAAAAAAABJU/J3MI5UT8hVs/s1600/girl+reading.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-85cEDOLyV2A/TjlT8tnOBLI/AAAAAAAABJU/J3MI5UT8hVs/s200/girl+reading.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://justprettydeep.blogspot.com/2010/11/purchasing-headlamp-for-many-late-night.html"&gt;Girl Reading&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;2. Movie marathons with the people I love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tHsgkFeSKM8/TjlUpcy4zGI/AAAAAAAABJY/fjsx_YPT39M/s1600/family_watching_tv.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="185" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tHsgkFeSKM8/TjlUpcy4zGI/AAAAAAAABJY/fjsx_YPT39M/s200/family_watching_tv.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://highlandcoldwar8.wikispaces.com/Television-p4"&gt;Family Watching TV&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;3. A good glass of cold white wine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NXvWXUAWSPk/TjlVUCrw2ZI/AAAAAAAABJc/TU-8W6zXCaI/s1600/p-16918.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NXvWXUAWSPk/TjlVUCrw2ZI/AAAAAAAABJc/TU-8W6zXCaI/s200/p-16918.jpg" width="83" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pequaspirits.com/product.php?printable=Y&amp;amp;productid=16927&amp;amp;cat=317&amp;amp;page=7"&gt;Relax Riesling&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;4. Oreos with peanut butter spread on top.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-in7K99pWclI/TjlWhEVlIeI/AAAAAAAABJo/sKARxQnBiS0/s1600/DSC03904.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="173" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-in7K99pWclI/TjlWhEVlIeI/AAAAAAAABJo/sKARxQnBiS0/s200/DSC03904.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cookiescupcakesandcardio.com/?p=1807"&gt;Oreo with Peanut Butter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;5. Trashy gossip sites like TMZ and The Superficial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uANAFZYoYUY/TjlXDLz2jEI/AAAAAAAABJs/8s02dtGLs1Q/s1600/the-superficial.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="140" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uANAFZYoYUY/TjlXDLz2jEI/AAAAAAAABJs/8s02dtGLs1Q/s320/the-superficial.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thesuperficial.com/"&gt;The Superficial&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-9177654777541399850?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/9177654777541399850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=9177654777541399850' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/9177654777541399850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/9177654777541399850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2011/08/5-guilty-pleasures.html' title='5 Guilty Pleasures'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-85cEDOLyV2A/TjlT8tnOBLI/AAAAAAAABJU/J3MI5UT8hVs/s72-c/girl+reading.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-8557649979312216472</id><published>2011-08-01T08:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T08:17:31.455-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Job Interview</title><content type='html'>I just had my interview. It was by phone, of course, since I'm not actually there yet. But much to my surprise, instead of being one-on-one on the phone, it was on speaker phone (which I hate) with a group of people! aaaaahhhhh!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEM: "Now, why don't you tell us about yourself and why you are interested in this job." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: ".... uhm..." as I start to shake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did make everyone laugh a couple of times and at the end of the interview they sounded in a good mood, if that counts for anything. Maybe they were just happy to be done talking to me. But they asked if I brought cookies and cakes into the office. That sounds like a joke, right? So I told them I'm an excellent cook and make a killer Snicker Cake that is my grandmother's recipe, if that would help me get the job. Big laugh from them! Yay! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the job sounds incredibly interesting. Much more interesting than I originally thought. So, where before I was hoping to get a job, now I'm REALLY interested in this job! They hooked me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should hear something next week. Fingers crossed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-8557649979312216472?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8557649979312216472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=8557649979312216472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/8557649979312216472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/8557649979312216472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2011/08/job-interview.html' title='The Job Interview'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-6480956859540771908</id><published>2011-07-28T15:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T15:46:17.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Happy, Pa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/happy%20feet%20gif/KiNG_Since_73/The%20GiF%20Shop/HappyFeetWestSide.gif?o=1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://i174.photobucket.com/albums/w89/KiNG_Since_73/The%20GiF%20Shop/HappyFeetWestSide.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got a job interview at the Embassy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Right! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh Huh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WooHoo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Dance!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-6480956859540771908?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6480956859540771908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=6480956859540771908' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/6480956859540771908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/6480956859540771908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2011/07/im-happy-pa.html' title='I&apos;m Happy, Pa!'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i174.photobucket.com/albums/w89/KiNG_Since_73/The%20GiF%20Shop/th_HappyFeetWestSide.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-8101043042729782120</id><published>2011-07-27T16:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T16:26:16.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'>40% Chance of Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;It might rain. I'm not sure. What do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IHrlBq52gGs/TjB0AMsAxEI/AAAAAAAABJQ/L0tyqzA9m4w/s1600/rain1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IHrlBq52gGs/TjB0AMsAxEI/AAAAAAAABJQ/L0tyqzA9m4w/s640/rain1.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-8101043042729782120?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8101043042729782120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=8101043042729782120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/8101043042729782120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/8101043042729782120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2011/07/40-chance-of-rain.html' title='40% Chance of Rain'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IHrlBq52gGs/TjB0AMsAxEI/AAAAAAAABJQ/L0tyqzA9m4w/s72-c/rain1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-2995217468910214897</id><published>2011-07-26T10:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T10:00:25.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Ain't Giving Into It (no, no, no)</title><content type='html'>Anxiety is an insidious beast creeping up like a hungry lion ready to pounce without a moment of warning. Hmmm... sounds suspiciously like the enemy to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you.&amp;nbsp;Be alert and of sober mind. Your enemy the devil prowls around like a roaring lion looking for someone to devour. 1 Peter 5:7-8&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll confess I have really had a battle recently with this beast. Within myself, I see a proclivity to negative thinking. In my mind, I think I'm preparing myself for the worst, should that happen. But really, I'm dwelling on the worst case scenario and setting myself up for mounting anxiety. With all of the great changes occurring in my life at this time, I need to be on my toes to guard against this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Resist him, standing firm in the faith, because you know that the family of believers throughout the world is undergoing the same kind of sufferings. 1 Peter 5:9&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those fellow sufferers out there, hang in there! I'll pray for you and&amp;nbsp;you pray for me. We'll get through this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-2995217468910214897?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2995217468910214897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=2995217468910214897' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/2995217468910214897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/2995217468910214897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-aint-giving-into-it-no-no-no.html' title='I Ain&apos;t Giving Into It (no, no, no)'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-6791539622504604397</id><published>2011-07-25T11:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T11:58:15.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving, Round 2</title><content type='html'>Mike and I are back from our second round of moving. Last week, we moved Hannah. Boy, that was a chore! But luckily, we had Joshua to give us a hand and make the move so much easier. This weekend, we moved Joshua's things from his old apartment into the new apartment he and Ashley will share when they marry. We also moved Ashley's things from her old apartment into the new apartment. Two UHaul truck loads and miscellaneous things in various cars. But &lt;em&gt;many hands make light work&lt;/em&gt; and luckily there were a lot of hands to share the load. Ashley's parents and her younger brother made the trip down from Huntsville to help move. They were a huge help as Mike and I were already worn out from helping Hannah move the previous weekend. It's always nice to see them, as well, and we had a nice visit while moving and Ashley's dad was nice enough to take us all to lunch and a well-deserved break! Our soon-to-be in laws are just wonderful people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Mike and I are completely exhausted and glad we don't have another round of moving next weekend! In fact, I think next weekend Mike and I will book some couch time and a movie marathon broken up with the occasional nap!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-6791539622504604397?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6791539622504604397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=6791539622504604397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/6791539622504604397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/6791539622504604397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2011/07/moving-round-2.html' title='Moving, Round 2'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-4368741544741960493</id><published>2011-07-21T07:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T07:00:08.841-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Serendipity</title><content type='html'>I found this website by happy&amp;nbsp;accident and what a great find! I spend hours looking at various things. Everything from beautiful homes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nDPb3QaXVlk/TidIV9_-a5I/AAAAAAAABJA/i-1syVqB4Ng/s1600/Home.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nDPb3QaXVlk/TidIV9_-a5I/AAAAAAAABJA/i-1syVqB4Ng/s400/Home.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebabsblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/kitchen-of-day.html"&gt;Kitchen of the Day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;to funky nail polish designs for Hannah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZXSaHO-udOI/TidKISLmxeI/AAAAAAAABJE/SSnpoSxW4gA/s1600/nails.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZXSaHO-udOI/TidKISLmxeI/AAAAAAAABJE/SSnpoSxW4gA/s400/nails.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/19112434/"&gt;Nails&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;to yummy-looking recipes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NeBURb1GFmk/TidKqzph0eI/AAAAAAAABJI/JKrRNIXTlUg/s1600/sandwich.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NeBURb1GFmk/TidKqzph0eI/AAAAAAAABJI/JKrRNIXTlUg/s400/sandwich.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thekitchn.com/thekitchn/inspiration/tax-night-supper-the-spanglish-sandwich-with-avocado-082068"&gt;The World's Greatest Sandwich&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My advice? Whatever you do, do not click on the link. Like a friend of mine says, it is a total time suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="168" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fDU3ujZLd98/Tib8X-Uvc1I/AAAAAAAABI8/PBZC_8WDNtY/s400/Pinterest.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/"&gt;Whatever you do, Do NOT Click Here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-4368741544741960493?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4368741544741960493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=4368741544741960493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/4368741544741960493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/4368741544741960493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2011/07/serendipity.html' title='Serendipity'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nDPb3QaXVlk/TidIV9_-a5I/AAAAAAAABJA/i-1syVqB4Ng/s72-c/Home.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-7519178726215305530</id><published>2011-07-18T07:00:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T07:00:05.541-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yoga Pants and Mylanta</title><content type='html'>Thank you, Lord, John seems to be on the mend. The doctors let him come home from the hospital and he is recouping at home with Mom and Dad. He has a very&amp;nbsp;long recovery process, though, and I&amp;nbsp;hope everyone will remember to keep him in your prayers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike and I are on the road again bringing our children some of our furniture as we are moving soon and it will go into storage anyway. This is part I of MCMLXX road trips we will be taking in the next six or seven weeks before we move. This week, we deliver furniture and help our daughter move into her new apartment. Next week, our son will be moving. Then a couple of weeks after that, The Sweet and Beautiful Ashley will graduate from college. &lt;em&gt;(Yay! Ashley! We are so incredibly proud of you!)&lt;/em&gt; Then &lt;em&gt;Someone&lt;/em&gt; is getting married. And on and on and on the road trips go... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, back at the ranch, we have to sell our van, continue to sort through everything making sure everything is ready to go into long term storage or with us to Israel -- and never the twain shall meet, I don't need 110 lamps in 220 Israel and I don't want my pots and pans in storage. Then we have to make sure the house is ready to rent AND make it look presentable enough that someone will actually want to live there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there is the list. And I mean &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The List&lt;/span&gt;. Things that we are buying to take with us to Israel because after all we are stinking Americans and we like certain American things. Like my Keurig. It may be 110, but it's going to Israel with us. So I am buying up those little Keurig cups like nobody's business. Yes, I can buy them online and have them shipped, but who knows how long that will take and I want a big supply. Then there is suntan lotion. Yes, suntan lotion is available for sale in Israel but we have been told that it is very expensive. And anyone who has seen my complexion (think Mylanta) knows I need all the sun block I can get. Then there are the bargain basement yoga pants I wear like they are going out of style (Target) and the conditioner I use on my hair (Phyto 9) and the specific dental floss that Mike and I like (Reach Total Care), and on and on and on it goes. It's never ending. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The countdown has begun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-7519178726215305530?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7519178726215305530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=7519178726215305530' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/7519178726215305530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/7519178726215305530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2011/07/yoga-pants-and-mylanta.html' title='Yoga Pants and Mylanta'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-4266678257086924260</id><published>2011-07-14T07:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T07:00:06.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Well Soon, John</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oGVHRyzd47s/Th513wdcLqI/AAAAAAAABI4/lXfGNj6ryc8/s1600/Picture+Library+018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="397" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oGVHRyzd47s/Th513wdcLqI/AAAAAAAABI4/lXfGNj6ryc8/s400/Picture+Library+018.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 align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;He sent His word and healed them and delivered them from their destructions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Psalm 107:20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-4266678257086924260?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4266678257086924260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=4266678257086924260' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/4266678257086924260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/4266678257086924260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2011/07/get-well-soon-john.html' title='Get Well Soon, John'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oGVHRyzd47s/Th513wdcLqI/AAAAAAAABI4/lXfGNj6ryc8/s72-c/Picture+Library+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-6714342239847804573</id><published>2011-07-12T15:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T15:31:52.297-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Gonna Be a Beautiful Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cz4vxGzP774/Thyfquf94YI/AAAAAAAABIs/Qeo58ApHKNg/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cz4vxGzP774/Thyfquf94YI/AAAAAAAABIs/Qeo58ApHKNg/s400/014.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;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Beautiful Wedding Couple.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They are so Stinking CUTE!&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/-zwy2_tnAppA/Thyfvg7fdFI/AAAAAAAABIw/nQPSbaUq_fU/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zwy2_tnAppA/Thyfvg7fdFI/AAAAAAAABIw/nQPSbaUq_fU/s400/010.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;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Beautiful Wedding Shoes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe. I'm practicing walking in them. I'm more a Converse/flip flop kinda gal.&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/-9PpRZsBkhkc/Thyf0oWOSjI/AAAAAAAABI0/xn1CEHLJqDs/s1600/018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PpRZsBkhkc/Thyf0oWOSjI/AAAAAAAABI0/xn1CEHLJqDs/s400/018.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;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Beautiful Wedding Kitty.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Okay. She won't be at The Wedding. But I had to include a Kitty picture for Lyle. I know how much he loves them. lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-6714342239847804573?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6714342239847804573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=6714342239847804573' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/6714342239847804573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/6714342239847804573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2011/07/its-gonna-be-beautiful-wedding.html' title='It&apos;s Gonna Be a Beautiful Wedding'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cz4vxGzP774/Thyfquf94YI/AAAAAAAABIs/Qeo58ApHKNg/s72-c/014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-5424110255760167437</id><published>2011-07-08T14:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T14:33:31.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Days of Culture Training</title><content type='html'>Mike and I were lucky enough to have 2 full days of culture training for our impending move to Israel. The training was so interesting and enlightening it made me wonder why on earth this is not provided to every single military person for every single move. (Well, cost is the answer but that was a rhetorical statement...) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent two days with a PhD in anthropology who had spent many years in Israel doing graduate work. She is a fascinating woman and made what could have been a very dry presentation incredibly interesting. It was absolute luxury to sit with her for two days and pick her brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She started the first day talking about the history of Israel. Did you know that Israel has been at war 10 times since 1948? That works out to about one every six years. That's just incredible. We also learned that every person (men and women) must serve in the military with the exception of the most orthodox of orthodox Jews, the Haredi. We learned about a very interesting Israeli spy, Eli Cohen. We learned that there are many Israeli citizens who are not Jews. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second day, we learned about surviving day to day in Israel and why all of the history we learned the previous day is applicable in every day life. We learned a motto of Israelis is "aharay" meaning "after me." Israelis can be pushy and because of this we need to be "nudnik" meaning "pushy." We learned that Israelis have no patience for political correctness or "dancing around the truth." They want the plain truth and will think we are trying to hide something if we are less than forthright. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We learned about secular and religious holidays and which are important and why and where to go and what to do on those holidays. For instance, we learned Purim (ancient for dice) is important in Israel because of political issues. Apparently, we should visit the ultra orthodox area of Jerusalem where on Purim the orthodox Jews will make effigies (a no-no... remember, no graven images)&amp;nbsp;of Ahmadinejad and hang them like Hamen was hung. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most interesting thing I learned is how important community is to an Israeli. How helpful an Israeli will be when I need them, how they will even mess up their entire day's schedule just to help out a total stranger, and how Israelis are incredibly generous and hospitable. This will be a tough assignment, there is no doubt, but I think it may prove to&amp;nbsp;be one of the best assignments we have ever experienced.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-5424110255760167437?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5424110255760167437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=5424110255760167437' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/5424110255760167437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/5424110255760167437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2011/07/two-days-of-culture-training.html' title='Two Days of Culture Training'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-2452217259886725081</id><published>2011-07-06T12:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T12:52:08.261-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What I've Been Watching</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_At-2-Oz2Io/ThSNBxxtYWI/AAAAAAAABIo/1WEUPAsZ0CU/s1600/Transformers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_At-2-Oz2Io/ThSNBxxtYWI/AAAAAAAABIo/1WEUPAsZ0CU/s400/Transformers.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mike and I went to see &lt;em&gt;Transformers: Dark of the Moon&lt;/em&gt;. What can I say about this movie that doesn't sound too negative? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*crickets chirping*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/AiAHlZVgXjk" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw a preview for &lt;em&gt;Moneyball&lt;/em&gt; which looks promising. I don't normally like sports movies, but this one looks good. The other big negative for me; it stars Brad Pitt. I'm not a fan. &lt;em&gt;Oceans Twelve&lt;/em&gt;. Need I say more? So, I'll have to think about whether I'm willing to risk my hard-earned money on this movie. If you like sports movies, especially ones based on true stories, I would certainly try this one out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ei5l3r1dV4I" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also saw a preview for Real Steel. I am a huge Hugh Jackman fan and I am really looking forward to this movie. I suppose it may fall into the sports movie category, but I think it will be more of a science fiction-type movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QteCmX15Olo" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, we saw the first preview I've seen for the new &lt;em&gt;Mission: Impossible - Ghost Protocol&lt;/em&gt;. With the exception of the &lt;em&gt;Mission: Impossible II&lt;/em&gt;, which had weird John Woo filming and incredibly looooong fight sequences, I love the movies. And this one looks like a good one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-2452217259886725081?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2452217259886725081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=2452217259886725081' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/2452217259886725081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/2452217259886725081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-ive-been-watching.html' title='What I&apos;ve Been Watching'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_At-2-Oz2Io/ThSNBxxtYWI/AAAAAAAABIo/1WEUPAsZ0CU/s72-c/Transformers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-7639468823035694799</id><published>2011-06-28T06:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T06:27:00.891-04:00</updated><title type='text'>(S)He Who Laughs Last...</title><content type='html'>I have been accused by a certain cousin &lt;em&gt;*cough* *cough* Lyle *cough* *cough*&lt;/em&gt; of posting way too many pictures of my cat. In fact, I believe his words were something to the effect that my cat should have her own FaceBook page. Well, (not so) unnamed cousin, I happen to think there is a market for that. Ever heard of &lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/"&gt;LolCats&lt;/a&gt;??? Huh??? Who's laughing now??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, all my babies have flown the nest and she's all I have. *sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is what Annie and I have been up to this last&amp;nbsp;week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've watched a lot of the Casey Anthony trial. Annie thinks she's guilty but hopes she gets a fair trial. I prefer to reserve my unbiased opinion until the outcome of the trial. But then, Annie is more opinionated than I am.&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/-lxRWq1EAr8M/TglqQn0c2yI/AAAAAAAABIc/XpHs357sjKQ/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lxRWq1EAr8M/TglqQn0c2yI/AAAAAAAABIc/XpHs357sjKQ/s400/007.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've done a little lounging around on the couch. It's our favorite place to watch movies. &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/-SKmpBVZKcEg/TglqbHCoEjI/AAAAAAAABIg/hByDS7M1gRE/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SKmpBVZKcEg/TglqbHCoEjI/AAAAAAAABIg/hByDS7M1gRE/s400/014.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we've stayed cool in the house with the unbearable heat we have had lately. This is Annie's new favorite spot. &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/-EEDzXMAi3RQ/TglqkOSGg-I/AAAAAAAABIk/Ul_gYeFsHdg/s1600/016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EEDzXMAi3RQ/TglqkOSGg-I/AAAAAAAABIk/Ul_gYeFsHdg/s400/016.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-7639468823035694799?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7639468823035694799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=7639468823035694799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/7639468823035694799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/7639468823035694799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2011/06/she-who-laughs-last.html' title='(S)He Who Laughs Last...'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lxRWq1EAr8M/TglqQn0c2yI/AAAAAAAABIc/XpHs357sjKQ/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-4545353715077563083</id><published>2011-06-27T11:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T11:13:57.941-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What I've Been Watching</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofXpjcKpThA/Tgid1Q3bwTI/AAAAAAAABHs/V2Z8l-lN4Jk/s1600/Mrs+Brown.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofXpjcKpThA/Tgid1Q3bwTI/AAAAAAAABHs/V2Z8l-lN4Jk/s400/Mrs+Brown.jpg" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Over the weekend, I watched &lt;em&gt;Mrs Brown&lt;/em&gt;. It is a good movie that I enjoyed - not great but pretty good. It has Judy Dench who is fabulous, of course. I wouldn't expect her to be anything less than amazing. She plays Queen Elizabeth in the period after her husband Prince Albert dies. Any anglophile will appreciate the beautiful countryside in which the movie is set and much of it takes place in Scotland. For those of you who like Judy Dench in &lt;em&gt;As Time Goes By&lt;/em&gt;, Geoffrey Palmer who plays Lionel is in this movie alongside Judy Dench. He plays some sort personal assistant to&amp;nbsp;Queen Elizabeth and is also just amazing as a court schemer who also seems genuinely fond of Queen Elizabeth. Billy Connolly plays John Brown who is a former&amp;nbsp;servant of Prince Albert at Balmoral. Queen Elizabeth brings him into her own household as a reminder of her beloved Prince Albert and she develops a close relationship with him. A big surprise in the movie is the sudden appearance of Gerard Butler who plays Billy Connolly's brother or cousin. I read that this is his first movie and he is just great in it. And, for all those Gerard Butler fans, there is a nude scene! I definitely recommend the movie.&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/-1eohKyN4x20/Tgid_j-8-hI/AAAAAAAABHw/G6Q53Ww3CJ4/s1600/walkonwater-poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1eohKyN4x20/Tgid_j-8-hI/AAAAAAAABHw/G6Q53Ww3CJ4/s400/walkonwater-poster.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This weekend, I also saw a movie recommended by Mike's Hebrew instructor, &lt;em&gt;Walk on Water&lt;/em&gt;. It is an Israeli movie filmed mostly in English but with large portions in Hebrew with subtitles and a small portion in German with subtitles. It takes place for the most part in Israel and takes the viewer on a tour of Israel with stops in Tel Aviv, Sea of Galilee, and the Dead Sea. The views are spectacular and as someone soon on my way to Israel it is a great way to see an overview of the country that is not a documentary or travel video. The movie is about a Mossad agent who experiences a personal tragedy previous to an assignment. I liked the movie but Mike didn't. I wouldn't recommend the movie to those squeamish with subjects frequently present in foreign films.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-4545353715077563083?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4545353715077563083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=4545353715077563083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/4545353715077563083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/4545353715077563083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-ive-been-watching.html' title='What I&apos;ve Been Watching'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofXpjcKpThA/Tgid1Q3bwTI/AAAAAAAABHs/V2Z8l-lN4Jk/s72-c/Mrs+Brown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-435446239965354178</id><published>2011-06-24T15:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T15:52:57.359-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You are Way More Creative than I am</title><content type='html'>My tiny little mind is always busy pondering something and email addresses and their origin has occupied me lately. I see so many people with incredibly creative email addresses.&amp;nbsp;In this day and age, it is so simple to create our own email address and, in fact,&amp;nbsp;many email addresses. So what does what we create say about us? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband and I have the same email addresses we have had for years. We move so often with his job that our physical address and phone number change frequently. My email address is simply my name. If I could, I would have a FirstName@LastName.com address. What does that say about me? Does it reflect a simple lack of creativity? Could it mean I'm terribly self centered?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find other people's email addresses so much more creative than mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband's email address reflects his love of his children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother's email address reflects her love of cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father's email address reflects his pride in his military service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter's email address reflects her love of Brit TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son's email address is simply the one assigned to him by the college he attends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a cousin whose email address creatively reflects her full house of kiddos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Social media Slang of the Day: SMH = Shaking My Head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-435446239965354178?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/435446239965354178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=435446239965354178' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/435446239965354178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/435446239965354178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2011/06/you-are-way-more-creative-than-i-am.html' title='You are Way More Creative than I am'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-3691014193110216503</id><published>2011-06-23T12:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T12:20:44.497-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TL;DR</title><content type='html'>I'm a big lover of social media. I love FaceBook. I love Twitter. I love being able to watch the news, a television show, or a movie and go online and see what other people have to say about it. I'm a little too addicted, probably, and have infected Mike with my addiction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we watch Deadliest Catch, which we L-O-V-E, we are often also on Twitter reading the comments of others watching at the same time and discussing what we read and posting our own thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching the Casey Anthony trial online now&amp;nbsp;and reading Twitter comments. I find it interesting what others are saying about what is happening in real time. On the BBC Radio Suffolk last night, even they were discussing the Casey Anthony trial and all the "tweets" (Twitter postings) about the case. In fact, the subject of the interview stated that most of the spectators in the courtroom are posting to Twitter throughout the case!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this media, I've had to learn the slang necessitated by the 140 character limit of a text message. Now in real life, slang and acronyms drive me bonkers - just ask my mom or my husband or my kids. It makes me insane. But I readily accept its use in social media. In fact more than that, I really love figuring out what the slang means. It's like some sort of a puzzle. And I learn a new slang or acronym almost every day. My new one for today? IMO = in my opinion. There, we've all learned something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the way, TL;DR&amp;nbsp;means too long; don't read. Ha! Too late!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-3691014193110216503?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3691014193110216503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=3691014193110216503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/3691014193110216503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/3691014193110216503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2011/06/tldr.html' title='TL;DR'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-5126009361110565489</id><published>2011-06-22T06:00:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T06:00:11.578-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Once upon a time, in a land not so far away, you were made to be my man...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e8cac1a5e076760" 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://v9.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0e8cac1a5e076760%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331041705%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D59422C7515C0A00456BC73CD347F1635F2FF60B2.318F5CB051EA9F17A7B9BACB24737F12AA4CB2B3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De8cac1a5e076760%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGQ5yhxzLrqqp2rMmMc1EsGaRMlk&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://v9.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0e8cac1a5e076760%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331041705%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D59422C7515C0A00456BC73CD347F1635F2FF60B2.318F5CB051EA9F17A7B9BACB24737F12AA4CB2B3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De8cac1a5e076760%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGQ5yhxzLrqqp2rMmMc1EsGaRMlk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&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: left;"&gt;We're two kids hitching down the road of life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Table for two on a TV tray. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Buckle up, Baby, it's a bumpy ride. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I don't need nothing when I'm by your side. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We got something that will never die.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Only God would know the reasons but I bet He must have had a plan.&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;I love you, Baby. Happy Birthday!&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;I will instruct you and teach you in the way you should go. Psalm 32:8﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-5126009361110565489?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5126009361110565489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=5126009361110565489' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/5126009361110565489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/5126009361110565489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy-birthday-baby.html' title='Happy Birthday, Baby'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-6934097873771160157</id><published>2011-06-21T07:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T07:00:02.898-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What I've Been Reading</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rlXK81kwn24/TgAd3zLMlhI/AAAAAAAABHg/7fYLH8sVa1o/s1600/Second+objective.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rlXK81kwn24/TgAd3zLMlhI/AAAAAAAABHg/7fYLH8sVa1o/s400/Second+objective.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love historical fiction like I do, especially World War II, then you'll like &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Second-Objective-Mark-Frost/dp/B003IWYHWY/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1308630874&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;The Second Objective&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by Mark Frost. It's a fictionalized account of an operation that took place during the Battle of the Bulge. Approximately 150 German soldiers were sent behind American lines dressed as American soldiers to cause havoc among the allied forces. My favorite part is the hero is a criminal investigator... for the Army, but still, you can't have everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/-K3jOZzZjCwU/TgAefWHnHZI/AAAAAAAABHk/EcVpLLY_st0/s1600/rockefeller+suit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K3jOZzZjCwU/TgAefWHnHZI/AAAAAAAABHk/EcVpLLY_st0/s400/rockefeller+suit.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Man-Rockefeller-Suit-Astonishing-Spectacular/dp/0670022748/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1308630615&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Man in the Rockefeller Suit&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt;by Mark Seal is a great book and a departure from the type of books I normally read. It's an account of an interesting case which caused national (and international) headlines when a purported member of the Rockefeller family kidnaps his daughter. Of course, he turns out to NOT be a Rockefeller but a German immigrant who has been living in the United States under assorted assumed identities for approximately 30 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ViliODUq1Rk/TgAfzgAupHI/AAAAAAAABHo/-f-kXWkRc70/s1600/one+shot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ViliODUq1Rk/TgAfzgAupHI/AAAAAAAABHo/-f-kXWkRc70/s400/one+shot.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Finally, I'm a huge fan of the Jack Reacher novels by Lee Child. I was happy to hear that &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/One-Shot-Reacher-Lee-Child/dp/0440423015/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1308630935&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;One Shot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is going to be made into a movie... and then I heard Tom Cruise is to star in the movie. I'm not sure how I feel about that. I'm not a big fan of Tom Cruise, but I do like some of the movies he is in. The Jack Reacher character is an enormous personality, of course, a loaner, a former US Army officer, who is a one-man wrecking machine when it comes to sorting out bad guys. I don't know if he can pull it off. But I have to say, I'll be at the movie theater to find out so either way Lee Child will make $8 off me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-6934097873771160157?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6934097873771160157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=6934097873771160157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/6934097873771160157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/6934097873771160157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-ive-been-reading.html' title='What I&apos;ve Been Reading'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rlXK81kwn24/TgAd3zLMlhI/AAAAAAAABHg/7fYLH8sVa1o/s72-c/Second+objective.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-1495261803136234852</id><published>2011-06-17T20:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T20:37:01.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay, Yay, and Whew</title><content type='html'>Today has been an interesting day. Mike finally received word that his orders are in the works again with an early September departure date. So Yay! He finished up his online language class today and will go back to Charlotte to finish the final portion of his one-on-one language class. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua called today with the good news that his acceptance to graduate school is official. Yay! He'll be attending Auburn for his graduate work. I'm not sure what his major will be, something with microbiology I think. He has worked extremely hard and we are so proud of him and relieved to have official word. I know the sweet and beautiful Ashley is as well. They signed their lease today for their first place! So exciting! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, in the &lt;em&gt;Why is it, Part III&lt;/em&gt; category, my beloved laptop needs to have major surgery. Boo. I thought it was getting sluggish, but when Mike used it he noticed it was really not working very well at all. We have exactly the same laptops and his is not having the same troubles. He called Dell and luckily it is still under warranty and all the work will be carried out for free. Whew!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-1495261803136234852?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1495261803136234852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=1495261803136234852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/1495261803136234852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/1495261803136234852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2011/06/yay-yay-and-whew.html' title='Yay, Yay, and Whew'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-6678133658912260291</id><published>2011-06-15T18:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T18:05:34.535-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is it? Part II</title><content type='html'>Let's add the internet&amp;nbsp;modem on the blink, replacement cost about $100, with less than 2-1/2 months till we move. It's not like we can do without internet access for the next 2-1/2 months. And it's only Wednesday... Let's see what will break tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-6678133658912260291?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6678133658912260291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=6678133658912260291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/6678133658912260291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/6678133658912260291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2011/06/why-is-it-part-ii.html' title='Why is it? Part II'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-3589324251596262904</id><published>2011-06-14T11:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T11:59:18.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is it?</title><content type='html'>Why is it that everything is so stressful before a move? Why is it that everything breaks down? Needs to be serviced? Takes twice as long? Won't come in when it is due? Our To Do List is enormous. And just when we think we have it whittled down to a manageable size, something else crops up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&amp;nbsp;few things that cropped up this week:&lt;br /&gt;1. The irrigation system needs some things done to it. When the season started, the landscaper noticed one of the heads isn't working and a few other things. &lt;br /&gt;2. The cruise control in my car decided it doesn't always want to work, so now we have to take it in and see what the problem is.&lt;br /&gt;3. It is time for me to renew my transcription credential, which I did, but now I'm waiting on my new certificate of proof. They tell me "it could take a while, but don't worry about it, your old credential is good until September." Um, yeah, I finished everything early because I'm supposed to be GONE in September! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the human heart; yet no one can fathom what God has done from beginning to end. &lt;br /&gt;Ecclesiastes 3:11&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-3589324251596262904?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3589324251596262904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=3589324251596262904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/3589324251596262904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/3589324251596262904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2011/06/why-is-it.html' title='Why is it?'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-1070872212596426772</id><published>2011-06-13T11:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T11:13:58.399-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise, Surprise, Surprise</title><content type='html'>First, the new news on the orders situation. There isn't any, news that is. We are still in limbo. Boo. It isn't like the government to keep people waiting. I mean, usually they are so "Johnny on the spot." Right? hmmm... Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank everyone for following me on my little blog. I am really surprised how many hits I'm getting considering 1)&amp;nbsp;the blog is only a few weeks old,&amp;nbsp; 2) I don't really talk about anything the slightest bit interesting, and 3) as someone told me this weekend, "There's just too much reading..." hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd especially like to thank the people from India, Hungary, Argentina, Antigua, Chile, Canada, and Australia. As far as I know, I don't know anyone there and I can't imagine why on earth you would find my blog interesting but thanks for all your attention. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But back to my family and friends, the people I have in mind when I write, I appreciate you keeping up with me, with the good, the bad, and even the boring. Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-1070872212596426772?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1070872212596426772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=1070872212596426772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/1070872212596426772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/1070872212596426772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2011/06/surprise-surprise-surprise.html' title='Surprise, Surprise, Surprise'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-4966381803880486899</id><published>2011-06-10T11:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T11:26:28.837-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My (least) Favorite Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Paying bills&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grocery shopping&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laundry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sweeping and mopping&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Guess what my To Do list looks like today???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-4966381803880486899?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4966381803880486899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=4966381803880486899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/4966381803880486899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/4966381803880486899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-least-favorite-things.html' title='My (least) Favorite Things'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-1524120850529642666</id><published>2011-06-09T15:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T15:36:43.961-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For Your Viewing Enjoyment</title><content type='html'>I just synced my phone and here are some random pictures...&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/-AOnwycnyw-o/TfEeHW3WsAI/AAAAAAAABHU/ymwuvdbHDF4/s1600/001.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AOnwycnyw-o/TfEeHW3WsAI/AAAAAAAABHU/ymwuvdbHDF4/s400/001.PNG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to scare anyone, but this is a weird thing I do. I like a book I just read, so I look up&amp;nbsp;the author on Wikipedia and find a list of the books he has written. Then, instead of writing down book titles, I just take a picture with my phone and keep it in Photos file until I have read all the books. (You might think I would conclude that last sentence with "all the books I'm interested in." But no, I'll read ALL the books. I'm like some sort of author stalker.) This particular list is Ken Follett. &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/-x-R0fTr7yX8/TfEe-qht9II/AAAAAAAABHY/LsGnGOn9Sfs/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="397" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-R0fTr7yX8/TfEe-qht9II/AAAAAAAABHY/LsGnGOn9Sfs/s400/002.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, these are&amp;nbsp;my feet. I said these were random! I was shopping with Hannah and tried on a pair of super high heels. I wasn't sure if I liked them or not, so I took a picture to mull over later. hmmm... I'm still not sure. I guess I still need to mull. &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/-ceUIR-SuaWw/TfEfbQBOdyI/AAAAAAAABHc/M3QcWzTWpMk/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="388" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ceUIR-SuaWw/TfEfbQBOdyI/AAAAAAAABHc/M3QcWzTWpMk/s400/007.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, this was taken yesterday. I was bored with a capital "buh" and decided to take a walk on the beach. Such a beautiful day! But the picture doesn't do it justice and is destined for the trash.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-1524120850529642666?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1524120850529642666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=1524120850529642666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/1524120850529642666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/1524120850529642666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2011/06/for-your-viewing-enjoyment.html' title='For Your Viewing Enjoyment'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AOnwycnyw-o/TfEeHW3WsAI/AAAAAAAABHU/ymwuvdbHDF4/s72-c/001.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-608290326753306723</id><published>2011-06-08T07:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T07:00:15.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess Where I Have Been</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GrpWEsQVo8w/Te7AMrLmtxI/AAAAAAAABHM/-mdfv88-ejQ/s1600/253671_10150215926176052_668051051_7164314_5077581_n+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GrpWEsQVo8w/Te7AMrLmtxI/AAAAAAAABHM/-mdfv88-ejQ/s320/253671_10150215926176052_668051051_7164314_5077581_n+%25282%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh... bliss. I got to spend a tiny bit of time with my two sweet babies. Hannah and I went shopping, of course, and we all spent a lot of time catching up. It's truly amazing how much I can talk, and talk, and talk, and laugh, and cry. It's so wonderful to spend even the smallest amount of time with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I missed the sweet and beautiful Ashley as she is working her internship out of town this summer. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a little family tradition. On the last day of our visit, we all meet at Waffle House for one last meal and a final bit of family time before I hit the road and they get back to their busy lives. It's the small things that make life so wonderful! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you both and can't wait till our next visit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-608290326753306723?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/608290326753306723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=608290326753306723' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/608290326753306723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/608290326753306723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2011/06/guess-where-i-have-been.html' title='Guess Where I Have Been'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GrpWEsQVo8w/Te7AMrLmtxI/AAAAAAAABHM/-mdfv88-ejQ/s72-c/253671_10150215926176052_668051051_7164314_5077581_n+%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-7858835647206527828</id><published>2011-06-03T12:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T12:10:05.371-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bummer</title><content type='html'>Well, it looks like Mike's orders have been put on hold. Bummer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may go on time. We may go later. We may not go at all. Like I said, Bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are in better shape than the poor guy Mike is supposed to replace. He is in Israel with his family, has taken his kids out of school, has sold his car, and made some sort of living arrangements at his next assignment, all because he was supposed to be flying out in the next week or so. Yikes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now we wait... Bummer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-7858835647206527828?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7858835647206527828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=7858835647206527828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/7858835647206527828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/7858835647206527828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2011/06/bummer.html' title='Bummer'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-1329343967701415468</id><published>2011-06-02T13:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T13:34:39.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love My Brit TV</title><content type='html'>Most everyone knows I love my Brit TV. Let's face it; I can't get enough. &lt;em&gt;Keeping up Appearances&lt;/em&gt; is a favorite and the ever-popular &lt;em&gt;Are You Being Served?&lt;/em&gt; I love &lt;em&gt;Last of the Summer Wine&lt;/em&gt; and of course Judy Dench in &lt;em&gt;As Time Goes By&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;The 1940s House&lt;/em&gt; may not be as well known, but it was great as well. I've even passed on my love of Brit TV to Hannah who loves &lt;em&gt;Dr Who&lt;/em&gt; (she didn't get the scifi thing from me!). And thanks to Netflix I've found two new British TV shows to love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Downton Abbey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4jokIhet0SE/TefIz_WQRTI/AAAAAAAABHE/OWxfoy_Sfx4/s1600/Downton+Abbey.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4jokIhet0SE/TefIz_WQRTI/AAAAAAAABHE/OWxfoy_Sfx4/s400/Downton+Abbey.png" width="378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a sort of &lt;em&gt;Upstairs, Downstairs &lt;/em&gt;sort of show set in the early 1900s. Due to the sinking of the Titanic, the inheritance of the estate is thrown into chaos. It is completely engrossing and touches on many issues of the time. I will be anxiously awaiting the new series! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this was a miniseries when I originally watched it, but I found out it is an actual series. So Good news: Season 1 is out and is GREAT. Bad news: Season 2 is scheduled to air in June so who knows when it will be out to watch on Netflix. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Doc Martin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3onsijPUwzI/TefJET1w_OI/AAAAAAAABHI/_vQRYr7yYTM/s1600/Doc+Martin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3onsijPUwzI/TefJET1w_OI/AAAAAAAABHI/_vQRYr7yYTM/s400/Doc+Martin.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor Martin Ellingham is a surgeon who unfortunately develops a fear of blood (bad news if you're a surgeon!) and goes to rural Cornwall as a general practitioner and the small town's only doctor. It is funny and sometimes serious and has the usual running storylines of British TV series. I actually laugh out loud and cringe... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a series and Seasons 1-4 are out on Netflix with Season 5 scheduled to be aired this year. Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-1329343967701415468?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1329343967701415468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=1329343967701415468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/1329343967701415468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/1329343967701415468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-love-my-brit-tv.html' title='I Love My Brit TV'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4jokIhet0SE/TefIz_WQRTI/AAAAAAAABHE/OWxfoy_Sfx4/s72-c/Downton+Abbey.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-5261672302886442635</id><published>2011-06-01T10:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T10:30:32.895-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Speaking of Food...</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/PuBxgKOx5uI" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this video on &lt;a href="http://israelity.com/"&gt;Israelity&lt;/a&gt;, a site with tons of interesting information about Israel. I really want to try bourekas. It looks yummy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-5261672302886442635?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5261672302886442635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=5261672302886442635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/5261672302886442635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/5261672302886442635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2011/06/speaking-of-food.html' title='Speaking of Food...'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/PuBxgKOx5uI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-3452167804474441417</id><published>2011-05-31T09:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T09:16:33.661-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Field Trip!</title><content type='html'>Mike's Hebrew instructor has been kind enough to include me on some "field trips." Our latest "field trip" was a visit to a Kosher grocery store and restaurant, &lt;a href="http://www.gleibermans.com/"&gt;Gleiberman's&lt;/a&gt;, which is apparently the ONLY Kosher grocer in Charlotte, NC. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does Gleiberman sound like a super hero name to anyone else? As in... GleiberMan! with a giant "G" on his chest... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate lunch and had a look around at all the yummy goodies. The potato knish was calling me but I love hummus and take every opportunity to consume as much as humanly possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, Mike and I bought tons of snacks... you know... to &lt;em&gt;share&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;Riiiiight...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;share with our kids&lt;/em&gt;. Well, that's my story anyway. Here's our haul.&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/-CPaXBiXDjmo/TeO1R_JVp1I/AAAAAAAABG0/iLIGIcmTbD8/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="319" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CPaXBiXDjmo/TeO1R_JVp1I/AAAAAAAABG0/iLIGIcmTbD8/s320/002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were some Bamba, which I have had before. They have the shape and consistency of Cheetos but taste like peanut butter. Yum! &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/-v0Kk_4JrR94/TeO1iaHx8-I/AAAAAAAABG4/VqUkTAd1pXU/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v0Kk_4JrR94/TeO1iaHx8-I/AAAAAAAABG4/VqUkTAd1pXU/s320/004.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite, though, was the Manbo. mmmmmmm... Yummy s'more-like confections dressed in shiny blue tinfoil. &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/-2EdEkUFxVdo/TeO2ATV_zLI/AAAAAAAABG8/iXU6eB65XzY/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2EdEkUFxVdo/TeO2ATV_zLI/AAAAAAAABG8/iXU6eB65XzY/s320/003.JPG" width="320" /&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: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Doesn't that look yum??? ﻿&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/-KWI4l5Po3jo/TeO2DS0z_HI/AAAAAAAABHA/LK7GesHtFJ0/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="319" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KWI4l5Po3jo/TeO2DS0z_HI/AAAAAAAABHA/LK7GesHtFJ0/s320/008.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-3452167804474441417?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3452167804474441417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=3452167804474441417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/3452167804474441417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/3452167804474441417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2011/05/field-trip.html' title='Field Trip!'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CPaXBiXDjmo/TeO1R_JVp1I/AAAAAAAABG0/iLIGIcmTbD8/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-5795222082493141042</id><published>2011-05-29T14:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T14:04:19.112-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Books I'm Reading</title><content type='html'>I've fallen in love with a new author. I tend to find an author I like and then read every single thing he or she has written. My newest find probably has a lot to do with our impending move. The author is Daniel Silva and he has written a series of books about an Israeli spy called Gabriel Allon. The books are full of art and history and Gabriel, and his team, travels all across Europe in search of "bad guys" and to protect all manner of "good guys" --&amp;nbsp;from&amp;nbsp;protecting&amp;nbsp;the children of a Russian oligarch from their father&amp;nbsp;to protecting the adult daughter of the U.S. Ambassador to the UK from terrorists. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first book I found was The Defector which is one of the later books in the series. I liked it so much I looked online to see what other books Daniel Silva had written and much to my delight there is a whole series. Yay for me! I immediately sought out the first book in the series and have worked my way almost all the way to the end, including reading The Defector again in its appropriate place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently reading "The Rembrandt Affair." I should say &lt;em&gt;devouring&lt;/em&gt; it. Silva's books are definitely edge-of-your-seat, can't-put-it-down stuff! I'm a little sad that I'm almost at the end of the series. Silva has another book, Portrait of a Spy, coming out July 19. I can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-5795222082493141042?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5795222082493141042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=5795222082493141042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/5795222082493141042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/5795222082493141042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2011/05/books-im-reading.html' title='Books I&apos;m Reading'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-3528655008056527751</id><published>2011-05-27T07:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T07:00:00.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone Made My Whole Day</title><content type='html'>Conversation with an elderly lady while waiting to check out at the register after lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady: I just wanted to tell you I've seen you in here before and you and your husband are so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Aw... Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady: How long have you been married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: 23 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady: (With a surprised look on her face) That long? I thought you were newlyweds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (Smiling ear to ear) Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-3528655008056527751?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3528655008056527751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=3528655008056527751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/3528655008056527751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/3528655008056527751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2011/05/someone-made-my-whole-day.html' title='Someone Made My Whole Day'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-57984277506662305</id><published>2011-05-26T06:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T06:00:01.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough about me... Let's talk about you!</title><content type='html'>I don't think the people around me, the people I'm closest to, know just how much I value them. Oh, I'm sure we all collectively know we have some sort of vague impact on the people around us. We are all familiar with the "it takes a village" concept. But when it comes to specifics, I'm not so sure. I tell the people around me I love them. I even try to be specific. But how valuable are you? How am I different today because of you? -- and that is YOU singular, the person, not you plural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite movie is "It's a Wonderful Life." One of the reasons is Mary. I am her, or she is me... When George wishes away his life and then goes back to Bedford Falls, or Pottersville at that point, he sees Mary closing up the library. Mary who was color and light has become gray and a mere shadow of herself. That is me. That is how I see myself without all of YOU... all of YOU singular... all of YOU who invested yourself in me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband who keeps me from being too serious and brings laughter and generous displays of love into my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The parents who give me freedom to be me and don't stuff me into a mold forcing me to live life as they see it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grandfather who used to call me his "numero uno" grandchild. I know I wasn't his favorite, I was the first, but even now that phrase brings me sheer joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grandmother who listened to me. I mean really listened. In a house full of people, she looked directly into my eyes and listened to my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grandfather who filled his car in the days of no air conditioning with a load of grandchildren in the blazing heat of Texas and took us 20 miles to the pool... then snow cones after... with a whistle and a grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The uncle who borrowed a Porche from a friend and let me drive all day long as a surprise 16th birthday present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The aunt who invited me every single summer to stay and treated me no differently than her own children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The uncle who gave me encouraging words of wisdom during a very dark time and prayed over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful, elegant, fun-loving aunt who asks me to spend time with her. Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The uncle who took me to B movies and hang gliding lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The aunt who during my first Christmas away from home invited me into her home and showered me with much-needed attention and, much to my surprise, many small, thoughtful gifts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The aunt with the perfectly clean home and the astonishingly well-prepared food who showed me what is precious is the people in her home, not the things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fiercely-protective aunt who showed me that I am worth fighting for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention cousins and friends. I literally could go on and on. I could write a post about every single one of you. I am so blessed to have all of YOU in my life. Thank you to you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-57984277506662305?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/57984277506662305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=57984277506662305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/57984277506662305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/57984277506662305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2011/05/enough-about-me-lets-talk-about-you.html' title='Enough about me... Let&apos;s talk about you!'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-9100925018686897519</id><published>2011-05-25T10:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T10:01:52.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Looking for a Camera</title><content type='html'>I want to take great pictures. I need to take great pictures. Let's face it, there are going to be a lot of photo ops in Israel and my current mode of taking pictures, i.e. my iPhone, just isn't going to cut it! So, Mike and I decided we need a good camera. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It needs to be digital, of course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It needs to take good pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It needs a lot of memory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It needs to be idiot proof (me, not Mike!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my own personal preference, it needs to be on the small side. I don't like to "lug" stuff and I certainly don't want to mess with additional lenses or flashes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DpAAGktEFeE/TdvEAF8qdpI/AAAAAAAABGw/gTlDLoNgf80/s1600/Large+Camera.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DpAAGktEFeE/TdvEAF8qdpI/AAAAAAAABGw/gTlDLoNgf80/s1600/Large+Camera.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can you just see me lugging this thing around????&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Oh, and did I mention I don't want to spend a fortune? &lt;br /&gt;So, what makes a good camera? What is good resolution? What is good memory storage? And then there is battery life, ease of use, etc, etc. And&amp;nbsp;what about the ability to make&amp;nbsp;video clips? Is this a good idea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone have any good suggestions? Cameras that they have had a lot of good experience with and could recommend?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-9100925018686897519?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/9100925018686897519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=9100925018686897519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/9100925018686897519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/9100925018686897519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-looking-for-camera.html' title='I&apos;m Looking for a Camera'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DpAAGktEFeE/TdvEAF8qdpI/AAAAAAAABGw/gTlDLoNgf80/s72-c/Large+Camera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-1141588035934687421</id><published>2011-05-24T06:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T10:21:23.295-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The World is Smaller Than We Think</title><content type='html'>One of the things we are doing to get ready for our move is learning the language. And let me tell you, Hebrew is just as hard as it looks. Or is it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been working hard -- okay, not that hard -- at learning the Hebrew language and its characters. It's complicated, let me tell you. For one thing, there are no stinking vowels. Ugh. But that's another story. What I have found interesting is the fact that a lot of words in Hebrew are the phonetic representation of words I already know. For instance: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;פיצה&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;means pizza. It doesn't just mean pizza -- it says "pizza!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While looking online, I saw a sign which read "Beergarden." It wasn't the Hebrew for beer garden; it said "Beergarden" in Hebrew characters.&amp;nbsp;This is a revelation for me and could obviously make my life much simpler. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my study of Hebrew, I've found many words I'm already familiar with. For instance: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandwich = Sandwich&lt;br /&gt;Coffee = Cafe&lt;br /&gt;Jeans = Jeans&lt;br /&gt;Sweater = Sveater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe as long as I order sandwiches and coffee while wearing jeans and a sweater I should be in pretty good shape!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-1141588035934687421?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1141588035934687421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=1141588035934687421' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/1141588035934687421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/1141588035934687421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2011/05/world-is-smaller-than-we-think.html' title='The World is Smaller Than We Think'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037660508820875733.post-2188918428474153148</id><published>2011-05-23T14:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T14:37:27.999-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep up with me, will you?</title><content type='html'>It's been so nice to be back in the states for the past&amp;nbsp;7 years, and back in the South for the past 4 --&amp;nbsp;I can't believe I just wrote those words -- 4 years in one place. Wow! That must be some sort of record for us or something! But all good things must come to an end... and it's time for us to get back on the road. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we get ready to move in a few months, I hope everyone I love so very much will take the time to keep up with us, and to that end, I've decided to give this whole blogging thing another try. I'll try and do my part and write lots of posts and put up loads of pictures. I hope everyone I love so much will take some time and read and make comments and ask questions and basically just let me know you love me back. Because, let's face it, it is &lt;em&gt;All About Sondre&lt;/em&gt;! (Robyn - That's for you!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all honesty, this is a tough one. Moves are difficult anyway, tedious, hard work, chaos, but we've always just packed up our sweet little family and hit the road. But this move, well, Mike and I are doing this one on our own. And while it's easier in so many ways -- no kids means no school districts to worry about, no orthodontists to find, no transferring this or that subject in school, on and on&amp;nbsp;-- it's also so much harder leaving my sweet kids behind. No midnight movies, no soulful talks, no cooking favorite meals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep me company online. Cry with me. Laugh with me.&amp;nbsp;Go with me. I love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037660508820875733-2188918428474153148?l=sondrelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2188918428474153148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037660508820875733&amp;postID=2188918428474153148' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/2188918428474153148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037660508820875733/posts/default/2188918428474153148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sondrelyn.blogspot.com/2011/05/keep-up-with-me-will-you.html' title='Keep up with me, will you?'/><author><name>Sondre Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815402787962361593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HrzzefhF90A/TglmCPKGzZI/AAAAAAAABIA/uoQVNbmgIOw/s220/005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
