tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48593148331749373132024-03-05T14:57:53.208-08:00Glistener<b><i>noun</i>: an object that reflects the Light.</b>Mozi Esmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16078786257885681829noreply@blogger.comBlogger76125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859314833174937313.post-25593014552368051122013-01-06T23:10:00.001-08:002013-01-06T23:10:31.151-08:00The Skies<p align="center"> </p> <p align="center"><font size="4"></font><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrWI69I5la60q-Zs9KQ6CJQJu1i-4YXQMQl91rjk97x6qx80gQj6bryO2t-OsOrNpQVLj5g2KS0pqzafxMASArSvLXhBDOU3uOcWRajcATrZVH-cH9OItcC4Pc8oMyQvbxMkykOetpN1c/s1600-h/Swinging%25255B11%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="Swinging" border="0" alt="Swinging" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ0fQenOvnCPxj6Nk4LS4l_bTtu5bHzhffOmsJVecWT_E1xZWOQXY8OhWo-6r0wQPAlNKbgjyvDrABgTDytbWBtR-_hBA4MzVVY7JVDUYCA-02GcjYbQGZr3YHzBCE2CN9AqlF2o2bxZk/?imgmax=800" width="554" height="416"></a> <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-E9DY7U9dSUY/UOp03ON4eyI/AAAAAAAAEew/tmahfzDeLQ0/s1600-h/SwingingSkies%25255B11%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="SwingingSkies" border="0" alt="SwingingSkies" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-vKi56fxl-VI/UOp05MjZXSI/AAAAAAAAEe4/DlUX_bYPi6E/SwingingSkies_thumb%25255B8%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="416" height="554"></a></p> <p align="center"><font size="4">If the sight of blue skies fills you with joy, if a blade of grass springing up in the fields has power to move you, if the simple things in nature have a message you understand, Rejoice, for your soul is alive.</font></p> <p align="center"> ~Eleanora Duse </p> <p>---------------</p> <p><a href="http://venspired.com/?p=4047"><img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" alt="edugood" src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8080/8318892494_79061ab08b_n.jpg" width="150" height="164"></a></p> Mozi Esmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16078786257885681829noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859314833174937313.post-9982031975996128712013-01-01T21:21:00.001-08:002013-01-01T21:22:54.306-08:00New Year, New Goals<p align="center"><font size="4"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-4PmA8XzyRBs/UOPDxuoRAzI/AAAAAAAAEa8/gHoPE4Yyuas/s1600-h/EmptyPan%25255B8%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: left; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="EmptyPan" border="0" alt="EmptyPan" align="left" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgArfO6ej9vom0Zve0mfhc1LvZbRKlFNbRD6-lGgJDFcQRx2C0yVmCk2oIKqMtyDZqj_EaptDItoiY7zaHZJ1ou4gxBqVNb_bKPGPyv5migSHgObakrczjjWdXFSqdcFKEK5rC3okZIWCo/?imgmax=800" width="550" height="312"></a></font></p> <p align="center"><font size="4"></font> </p> <p align="center"><font size="4">I have a simple philosophy: Fill what's empty. Empty what's full. Scratch where it itches.</font><br> ~Alice Roosevelt Longworth </p> <p>---------------</p> <p><a href="http://venspired.com/?p=4047"><img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" alt="edugood" src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8080/8318892494_79061ab08b_n.jpg" width="150" height="164"></a></p> Mozi Esmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16078786257885681829noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859314833174937313.post-90011107965591068422012-11-11T05:01:00.000-08:002012-11-11T05:01:00.304-08:00293 to 40: Cats Rule!<p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-G81khVoe_mo/UJ8WSW_C6CI/AAAAAAAAETE/Ps4Hwv-dZpk/s1600-h/293%2525201111%25255B11%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="293 1111" border="0" alt="293 1111" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-SgHs208HtgQ/UJ8WTwy21qI/AAAAAAAAETM/rkWww5NiQRI/293%2525201111_thumb%25255B8%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="338" height="450"></a></p> <p>"In ancient Egypt, cats were worshipped as gods. Cats have never forgotten this." <p>--Unknown</p> Mozi Esmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16078786257885681829noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859314833174937313.post-81892817506231877472012-11-10T14:10:00.001-08:002012-11-10T14:10:38.626-08:00294 to 40: Joyful Noise!<p><font size="5" face="Curlz MT">Make a joyful noise to the LORD, all the earth! </font></p> <p><font size="5" face="Curlz MT">Serve the LORD with gladness! </font><a name="3"></a><font size="5" face="Curlz MT">Come into his presence with singing! </font></p> <p><font size="5" face="Curlz MT">Know that </font><a name="4"></a><font size="5" face="Curlz MT">the LORD, he is God! It is he who </font><a name="5"></a><font size="5" face="Curlz MT">made us, and </font><a name="6"></a><font size="5" face="Curlz MT">we are his;</font><a name="a"></a><font size="5" face="Curlz MT"> we are his </font><a name="7"></a><font size="5" face="Curlz MT">people, and </font><a name="8"></a><font size="5" face="Curlz MT">the sheep of his pasture. </font></p> <p><font size="5" face="Curlz MT">Enter his gates with thanksgiving, and his </font><a name="10"></a><font size="5" face="Curlz MT">courts with praise! Give thanks to him; </font><a name="11"></a><font size="5" face="Curlz MT">bless his name! </font></p> <p><font size="5" face="Curlz MT">For the LORD is good; his steadfast love endures forever, and his </font><a name="13"></a><font size="5" face="Curlz MT">faithfulness to all generations.</font></p> <p><font size="5" face="Curlz MT">~ Psalm 100</font></p> <p><font size="5" face="Curlz MT"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-va7Lp2ifoT4/UJ7Q1TfvG0I/AAAAAAAAEQQ/92nuPRhMZOQ/s1600-h/Joyful%252520Noise%25255B11%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="Joyful Noise" border="0" alt="Joyful Noise" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-Hj1DTSiTzwE/UJ7Q3MYOKJI/AAAAAAAAEQY/3DijR3ThOZA/Joyful%252520Noise_thumb%25255B9%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="450" height="493"></a></font></p> Mozi Esmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16078786257885681829noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859314833174937313.post-68896219482445690652012-11-09T14:12:00.000-08:002012-11-10T15:19:01.237-08:00295 to 40: Tooth Fairies<p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-KNCaLxfcV2c/UJ7g3Ny_qDI/AAAAAAAAERM/qbTFw2wOWtA/s1600-h/1109%25255B11%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="1109" border="0" alt="1109" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-YBgmfSPP5ug/UJ7g4-5y7eI/AAAAAAAAERU/vC3qzDechfk/1109_thumb%25255B8%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="400" height="480"></a></p> <p>Dear Tooth Fairy,</p> <p>if only you were real I would bee so [happier] to you Mom and Dad</p> <p>Love,</p> <p>Esmé</p> <p><em>We’ve got two little teeth hereabouts that have not been claimed by the fairies, and after a dental visit at school this week, Miss Esmé put out lots of hints that she’d welcome some tooth-fairy roleplaying by her parents…</em></p> Mozi Esmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16078786257885681829noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859314833174937313.post-47925784566026639132012-11-06T15:21:00.000-08:002012-11-10T15:31:07.860-08:00298 to 40: The Vote<p>I voted. On time. Read through the long ballot pamphlet and made my choices based on the issues.</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgms3kVyM4ho8b8p9mjG9rmjq17aadeTt9RN7GZeAe2oq6HzzOQdbgXNexWopeCfF3PBZQKCXNDP2HovBrg_h1c3VqYzhT9VPKQ2eZ1sqwXL_4-TQ_2TMKP4Ytc-jLz4NE9KBxWwTh9Vyk/s1600-h/1106%25255B12%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="1106" border="0" alt="1106" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-NLYb1DLvYvo/UJ7juL3-LiI/AAAAAAAAESQ/Gmg7NyDcGaA/1106_thumb%25255B9%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="450" height="338"></a></p> <p><strong><em>Perhaps the fact that we have seen millions voting themselves into complete dependence on a tyrant has made our generation understand that to choose one's government is not necessarily to secure freedom.</em></strong> <p>~Friedrich August von Hayek <p>Hmmm… I feel old.</p> Mozi Esmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16078786257885681829noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859314833174937313.post-5015047219878144522012-11-04T05:05:00.000-08:002012-11-04T05:05:00.297-08:00300 to 40: Grapes<p><sup></sup><font size="4" face="Andalus"><em>I will love them freely,<br>for my anger has turned from them.<br>I will be like the dew to Israel;<br><sup></sup>he shall blossom like the lily;<br>he shall take root like the trees <sup></sup>of Lebanon;<br>his shoots shall spread out;<br>his beauty shall be <sup></sup>like the olive,<br>and his fragrance like Lebanon.<br>They shall return and <sup></sup>dwell beneath my shadow;<br>they shall flourish like the grain;<br>they shall blossom like the vine;<br>their fame shall be like the wine of Lebanon. </em></font> <p><font size="4" face="Andalus"><em>~Hosea 14:4-7</em></font> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC3BKxzv4DzVaibPiYpv3PdiagwscVr0nbjddZYTNZv3XaburIQDjjkzNnOnWpCHDB07sv_8uY1MsDY9twuyRcI5l4vXuvr5cAP1l0aiUU7f7tHkj6UdFbJISEvaz0y9wmDlmHmZ6Uz0M/s1600-h/Concord%252520Grapes%25255B15%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="Concord Grapes" border="0" alt="Concord Grapes" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-nXP3mWU26FQ/UJW_fE8M5iI/AAAAAAAAEPc/T-DSxm8Otfc/Concord%252520Grapes_thumb%25255B12%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="338" height="450"></a></p> <p>The bumper crop is more than ready for the picking. Anyone wanna help?</p> Mozi Esmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16078786257885681829noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859314833174937313.post-8170121681161441012012-10-30T04:16:00.000-07:002012-10-30T04:16:00.137-07:00305 to 40: Chance of Bubbles<p>So Miss Esmé has been practicing her weather forecasting skills with her Noeo weather station. Today she predicted: “Cloudy with a chance of bubbles.”</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyeMBMBDSg9j3Tw9RC9ZxTR4lXs8e9LYmjPHUYoEIKEiRC34o7OnhO91fQPUCOYBEh1bBr5xLHqidS4GcyxgzEdjtLzhvI3iyJHvxuhXIK1JlgzCs3kR1JMfN2oBeKsX8eZXmY_hgXaHY/s1600-h/Cloudy%252520with%252520Bubbles%25255B13%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="Cloudy with Bubbles" border="0" alt="Cloudy with Bubbles" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-ESlPfAol8Jk/UI9w9oO3eKI/AAAAAAAAEOg/xLHVFeMY-Ys/Cloudy%252520with%252520Bubbles_thumb%25255B10%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="338" height="450"></a></p> <p>Sounds a lot better than what Sandy is bringing to the east coast, huh?</p> Mozi Esmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16078786257885681829noreply@blogger.com38tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859314833174937313.post-43409308645574480582012-10-29T04:37:00.000-07:002012-10-29T04:37:00.680-07:00306 to 40: Munchies<p>In all the time we’ve lived here, we’ve never been to Munchies in Glide before. Miss Esmé and I remedied that with today’s expedition.<a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-s9dzYHNmOVw/UI4eVpxTcrI/AAAAAAAAELk/OnjxFE_YW6k/s1600-h/Munchies%25255B10%25255D.png"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="Munchies" border="0" alt="Munchies" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-2jxchcwcIbM/UI4eZ0V2uSI/AAAAAAAAELs/ja0xwDojcW4/Munchies_thumb%25255B8%25255D.png?imgmax=800" width="450" height="338"></a></p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-ssqlVlYxaeU/UI4egD4x13I/AAAAAAAAEL0/PpGr4CgMz5k/s1600-h/Quesedilla%25255B10%25255D.png"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="Quesedilla" border="0" alt="Quesedilla" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-o1a-mDhw7Zg/UI4ekUruu8I/AAAAAAAAEL8/9Kai4U_XZg8/Quesedilla_thumb%25255B8%25255D.png?imgmax=800" width="450" height="338"></a></p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-UGuHbDPcsyc/UI4esY53a5I/AAAAAAAAEME/cIfqx1maqE4/s1600-h/Grilled%252520Cheese%25255B10%25255D.png"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="Grilled Cheese" border="0" alt="Grilled Cheese" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipnPw_ZtyUml0Jc0K4m_OoeZhZu4ROTIF3K25T3MdLWzNZMzMTQxdnKzbXaR7sfhaq3t90tpcIS0D_V3dCnJufi2hHEWwqfRBHpVFUss3TiHPFOQPSbhSWRJpefX1G7YOv5BuUUVoDaOE/?imgmax=800" width="338" height="450"></a></p> <p>Then we came home and made more munchies: <a href="http://allrecipes.com/recipe/pumpkin-cheesecake-squares/">pumpkin “pies”</a> from Esmé’s pumpkin patch pumpkin - for her to share with her Kindergarten class… </p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDJ_987B_7rLNGvXS5JWU-8SHzndpjUsz93_zYQB9t1Jlr7CFI4M5oKgnhB-71g7IKcFS8W3P0RFyD3_Q1pr6P_GK1ciZKBGuj7Lkk23IKwcXnuZj76rxOCjxxrqhBRWDPUnYTWPTF8kI/s1600-h/Pumpkin%252520Cheesecake%252520Bites%25255B10%25255D.png"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="Pumpkin Cheesecake Bites" border="0" alt="Pumpkin Cheesecake Bites" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlNGK45NBtY0swkljINeFIXYPQ7_BIoSfjSaa2XccflE-qcvO7pKTXH2ZOmPchhgl6YSUpTksyUYrTpckYmZrvqbELM0oqTupbXFh30nNrVVAA3qHLaW93su9DjceniONECbtI1DmfBC8/?imgmax=800" width="450" height="338"></a></p> <p><font face="SimHei"><font size="4">Vegetables are a must on a diet. I suggest carrot cake, zucchini bread, and pumpkin pie.<br></font>~ Jim Davis</font></p> Mozi Esmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16078786257885681829noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859314833174937313.post-11517937445531615992012-10-28T00:10:00.001-07:002012-10-28T00:10:59.188-07:00307 to 40: The Incredible Hulk<p>Every girl needs a boy for a cousin – to kick off the princessy stuff for a moment…</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQQGKnJv4Gq-2Usyuonpyt0N-toZw0nfM7ImcmTmGFL7ERtZDtuL3T4ZqbXiSe3zh4GaroBQ79ObDybfUqx40Yk7q-S2jdOKOCGre_vzNjwwoZBHeob_FdDne1t8cyw5_Su1_04U1dBcA/s1600-h/307%2525201028%25255B11%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="307 1028" border="0" alt="307 1028" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4OLnnQ9CjCRJymJ92NFSNepFKPq8unTwK7Xj92ako1ZBkfz2Z2Wlqsr0RnZ2nsEzbfsv11CxW1r-dJ8nbhBqylCH5kkisVchgsTRognIfFqnFC3DcAvj3ytwBHCImkxhe3Ij8MwCAOkU/?imgmax=800" width="338" height="450"></a></p> <p><font face="Felix Titling"><font size="4">While no one is expected to leap tall buildings in a single bound, our aspiring heroes will be tested on their courage, integrity, self-sacrifice, compassion and resourcefulness - the stuff of all true superheroes.</font><br> ~Stan Lee</font></p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-jvgKy90zHBY/UIzaeFymcJI/AAAAAAAAEKc/Om1ObB8DNuk/s1600-h/1028%252520%2525282%252529%25255B12%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="1028 (2)" border="0" alt="1028 (2)" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-K_2ulavwoGI/UIzagWgmLvI/AAAAAAAAEKk/BPuOymHr1Ug/1028%252520%2525282%252529_thumb%25255B9%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="338" height="450"></a></p> Mozi Esmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16078786257885681829noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859314833174937313.post-39076461941540754282012-10-08T23:19:00.000-07:002012-10-29T23:19:12.193-07:00327 to 40: Flame’s Shadow<p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-pGtTPVZYGM4/UIzcLj_-1gI/AAAAAAAAEKs/A5Y9M6aiQG0/s1600-h/327%2525201008%25255B11%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="327 1008" border="0" alt="327 1008" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKEtcfLd7iESnOHyId1ICFgYW-eXwcNof7gHUpeeX1ZD3hgKyykIiOn0K0awYTsSgaZabrxJa8R1Vv4CSB-Dwad3L9u999nxWTYLLK9hTt6c65PUeb9WTf2xJP913JJ5mB2VKTq0knYss/?imgmax=800" width="450" height="338"></a></p> <blockquote> <p><font size="4" face="Calibri">Cats are intended to teach us that not everything in nature has a function.<br><font size="3">~ Garrison Keillor</font></font></p></blockquote> Mozi Esmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16078786257885681829noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859314833174937313.post-35799871284716624952012-10-07T17:47:00.001-07:002012-10-07T17:47:38.765-07:00328 to 40: Sunset Bay<p>With significant persuasion by Miss Esmé, we decided to squeeze in another beach adventure while the sun still shines…</p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-tOlwYc7zMjw/UHIinpfLz9I/AAAAAAAAEBE/5GF0yglqD1o/s1600-h/Sunset%252520Bay%25255B11%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="Sunset Bay" border="0" alt="Sunset Bay" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0ge9jdk_o1cIL422AU2b28z54U6BxEzphHMdxQ_JaQgkxcU5MpyHGFXF2Mnzmj1Yz7xrNE0dC0pjxwEWDn0ix5V9Ce6m2vC7yMXx6IWblldAfX_3fiJg3bhoDCaKbKboetRNRyLg7r8U/?imgmax=800" width="450" height="893"></a></p> <p align="center"><font size="5" face="Padaloma">You can shake the sand from your shoes, but it never leaves your soul…</font></p> Mozi Esmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16078786257885681829noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859314833174937313.post-18317392446127996802012-10-06T15:46:00.000-07:002012-10-13T15:48:12.053-07:00329 to 40: Cheer Camp<p><font size="4" face="AR CENA"><font size="5">A good cheerleader is not measured by the height of her jumps, but by the span of her spirit.</font> </font></p> <p><font size="4" face="AR CENA"><font size="1">~Author Unknown</font></font></p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-YmD3wKYWih4/UHnvopU0MKI/AAAAAAAAEDg/Uj1o1QJbg5c/s1600-h/Cheer%252520Camp%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="Cheer Camp" border="0" alt="Cheer Camp" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-FyS-Eqn4z4Y/UHnvqWhtKRI/AAAAAAAAEDo/pwJZutODCtM/Cheer%252520Camp_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="450" height="593"></a></p> <p>Note to self: Do not dose kiddo with cold medicine 1 hour before the game. Lack of cheeriness doesn’t suit cheerleaders…</p> Mozi Esmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16078786257885681829noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859314833174937313.post-87049521615158506302012-10-05T14:11:00.000-07:002012-10-13T14:13:06.192-07:00330 to 40: Angels By My Bed<p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-FgV_bpM6LHw/UHnZT3A7QbI/AAAAAAAAEB4/GvkLM_Ix4-U/s1600-h/330%2525201005%25255B14%25255D.png"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="330 1005" border="0" alt="330 1005" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-4N_1kHNihlY/UHnZX5vt9xI/AAAAAAAAECA/xeCii-03voQ/330%2525201005_thumb%25255B12%25255D.png?imgmax=800" width="343" height="450"></a></p> <p><em>Sleep dear child and peace attend you, all through the night<br>Guardian angels God will send you, all through the night<br> Soft and drowsy hours are creeping, <br> Hill and vale in slumber sleeping.<br> God his loving watch is keeping, <br>All through the night. </em> <p><em>While the darkness may surround you, all through the night<br>Angel care will there be found, too, all through the night<br> May your dreams be far from bad ones,<br> Chase away each thought of sad ones,<br> Bring you only peaceful glad ones,<br>All through the night. </em></p> <p><em>Till the morning comes to wake you,<br>And wherever the day may take you,<br>May God’s presence ne’er forsake you<br>Through day or night.</em></p> <p><em>~Sylvia Nelson Clarke; 1st verse is Welsh folksong</em></p> <p>Esmé is one of those kiddos who NEEDS something playing in order for her mind to shut down for the night. For the past few weeks, her sole final request is a CD gifted from her grandparents: <em>Angels By My Bed</em> by Sylvia Nelson Clarke.</p> Mozi Esmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16078786257885681829noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859314833174937313.post-6122685536107784162012-10-04T14:37:00.000-07:002012-10-13T14:37:32.050-07:00331 to 40: Roses<p>It’s one of those days – where I reach the end of the day and suddenly realize I haven’t captured that glistening moment yet. (There are a lot of those days.) So I rush outside where the sun is gone, and catch a glimpse of the last roses of summer.</p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-UpOlzCz5nYQ/UHnfFDE5G0I/AAAAAAAAECs/zpORloEYCXw/s1600-h/331%2525201004%25255B14%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="331 1004" border="0" alt="331 1004" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-miB-i1WEqyc/UHnfGmW-i3I/AAAAAAAAEC0/NWRmRzkZNO0/331%2525201004_thumb%25255B11%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="338" height="450"></a></p> <p><font size="2" face="Meiryo"><em>'Tis the last rose of summer </em></font><br><font size="2" face="Meiryo"><em>Left blooming alone; <br>All her lovely companions </em></font><br><font size="2" face="Meiryo"><em>Are faded and gone.<br>~Thomas More</em></font></p> Mozi Esmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16078786257885681829noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859314833174937313.post-16692191925320407162012-10-03T04:30:00.000-07:002012-10-03T04:30:05.409-07:00332 to 40: Noeo<p><em>(Is there something wrong with the fact that some of the most exciting moments of my days revolve around books?)</em></p> <p>We got the shipment I’ve been antsily waiting for! Have you ever seen something you just HAD to have, though you didn’t even know you needed it before you saw it?</p> <p>That’s the way it was for me seeing the Noeo Science curriculum. Lots of books, lots of prepackaged hands-on experiment kits, just plain good science. Nicely organized and ready to go. Absolutely perfect for our house!</p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-Y0kVx55sf2Y/UGueMj8qGfI/AAAAAAAAD-o/KEkC-Vzs5V8/s1600-h/Noeo%25255B11%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="Noeo" border="0" alt="Noeo" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEHDuIvWS1RqjidRXlU5XgTe9thZIEXNbGxNyakF3BBIVXZvkPnPdchvBs4tbnR_0igny1DyI_y5vU4fbKdqDwm6Y4fbzeC6dFoCBvyHnSvAKwev26Ou7FjQgi6gKiu3KVvHWdnhSoCFw/?imgmax=800" width="450" height="338"></a></p> <p>Isn’t this Biology I set gorgeous?</p> <p>We started on Day 1 right away. </p> <p>And Esmé didn’t want to stop there. But we did.</p> <p>From the <a href="http://www.noeoscience.com">www.noeoscience.com</a> site:</p> <blockquote> <p>What does 'noeo' mean?</p> <p>Romans 1:20<br>For since the creation of the world His invisible attributes, His eternal power and divine nature, have been clearly seen, being understood through what has been made, so that they are without excuse.<br>(The original Greek word, noeo, is translated here as 'understood')</p> <p>Noeo (no-eh'-o)<br>1. To perceive with the mind, to understand, to have understanding.<br>2. To think upon, heed, ponder, consider.<br>(Source: The New Testament Greek Lexicon)</p></blockquote> Mozi Esmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16078786257885681829noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859314833174937313.post-78498017259865249742012-10-02T04:30:00.000-07:002012-10-02T04:30:04.512-07:00333 to 40: Picture Day<p><font size="6" face="Big Lou">Smile every day like it’s picture day!</font></p> <p>We have our first batch now. Those shots that immortalize forever the annual progression of baby teeth making way for grown-up ones in mouths that are still child-sized.<a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-K7M3ABVORhQ/UGpUCkjOxsI/AAAAAAAAD9A/uJFcCQldr88/s1600-h/school%252520photos%25255B8%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="school photos" border="0" alt="school photos" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-Rh8-wpGq9J8/UGpUE_ngxCI/AAAAAAAAD9I/F6cm-97OHw4/school%252520photos_thumb%25255B5%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="450" height="338"></a></p> <p>Love it!</p> Mozi Esmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16078786257885681829noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859314833174937313.post-88329239957878832392012-10-01T05:59:00.001-07:002012-10-01T05:59:23.655-07:00334 to 40: Desert Weather<p><font face="Big Lou"><em><font size="3">If I didn't start painting, I would have raised chickens.</font></em><br> ~Grandma Moses</font> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-hx3HoG_dUgM/UGmTkp_Q_jI/AAAAAAAAD7I/3pHV-wL9RLo/s1600-h/Painting-Desert11.png"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="Painting Desert" border="0" alt="Painting Desert" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjq6HKH9OP1BrTYT4SutWSRtC-idQr7kJnToOR-o9jqnSg73pqI7bZ5INkT_GbNDOj3URqwRpqYShD-SbRJcuu3mZ6ONHQ0MPq94CqT4gdsbnr1Z9Blf812Sjw-okR1do0IgxICxbluSc/?imgmax=800" width="350" height="410"></a></p> <p>Esmé’s weekend homework project was all about the weather. She chose to do a watercolor desert night scene for her picture, complete with nocturnal coyote and night-blooming cactus – and we all know you can’t paint without swim goggles on your head, correct?</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ3wMPEeJd3KOu7UmxnPDUZDqvRsbj5gQT65_d55Sm-0c0LiEeMOwHtxz_9f78KRneTgbknfBgiiOmhFCVtNRNWd1oW9Abcbs7y8MNgZXNuSwe7x9gySvfJyL0COlCvpuhjqSHPdn_goI/s1600-h/Desert-Scene11.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="Desert Scene" border="0" alt="Desert Scene" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-S_LDzuwlmzA/UGmTqlSyhjI/AAAAAAAAD7g/q1m6TN5TNys/Desert-Scene_thumb8.jpg?imgmax=800" width="450" height="343"></a></p> Mozi Esmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16078786257885681829noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859314833174937313.post-54659538047600381212012-09-30T07:13:00.001-07:002012-09-30T07:13:22.224-07:00335 to 40: Russian Princess<p>One of Esmé’s finds when we were sorting through cousin clothes last weekend. She insisted on being an “African” princess for church today, so I had to remind her of her “Russian princess” aunty, the source of the dress…</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj22P_eJWOq82ZbQjN5MX-k1_Y4T1hoBKKvIErtXLi4iPN87vmk3jc3MRn4Zcj_o1UM9VCywT3wv2XJO4uZ7jDG9aFaPCFUpliIn9trhAYv_REIDOrh0346AZ3y2AtU_J4JLgUjzIIKrts/s1600-h/335-093010.png"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="335 0930" border="0" alt="335 0930" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-dG9QzKj_X0M/UGhTgA_5rVI/AAAAAAAAD5o/sd4PPr7mb3w/335-0930_thumb8.png?imgmax=800" width="356" height="450"></a></p> <blockquote> <p><font size="3" face="Papyrus">I am a daughter of royal birth.</font><br><font size="3" face="Papyrus">My father is King of heaven and earth;</font><br><font size="3" face="Papyrus">My spirit was born in the courts on high;</font><br><font size="3" face="Papyrus">A child beloved, a Princess am I.</font><br><font size="3" face="Papyrus">~Anna Johnson</font></p></blockquote> Mozi Esmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16078786257885681829noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859314833174937313.post-48507893903073086502012-09-29T17:24:00.001-07:002012-09-29T17:24:29.745-07:00336 to 40: Open Wide…<p><font size="4" face="Rockwell">Adam and Eve had many advantages, but the principal one was that they escaped teething. </font></p> <p><font size="3" face="Rockwell">~Mark Twain</font></p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvf4blG3sgHhxJ93Z2qTTj6xQ7zSLSfTo1Ptka80TywDOVk5jH1AqvCdzGuzGU0lTztuahVVzLcDRrQHkc7tV5ehwaUwb2kOylC-JN7oqYUKtuWdHTF057E71kyIXQuT5uEy14QJ5FZZs/s1600-h/336%2525200929%25255B14%25255D.jpg"><strong><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="336 0929" border="0" alt="336 0929" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-5ht6W3LGx3w/UGeRO1DuToI/AAAAAAAAD40/OFEchskSrpU/336%2525200929_thumb%25255B11%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="450" height="345"></strong></a></p> <p>Miss Esmé at the dentist’s office yesterday for a routine checkup. She got an A+! Two permanent teeth in, lots more to come… Most importantly, she got two prizes from the prize container.</p> Mozi Esmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16078786257885681829noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859314833174937313.post-52671759111717289032012-09-28T07:28:00.000-07:002012-09-30T07:41:34.951-07:00337 to 40: Listen to Me!<p><font size="4" face="Imprint MT Shadow"><em>Don't worry that children never listen to you; worry that they are always watching you.<br><font size="2">~</font></em></font><font size="2" face="Imprint MT Shadow"><em>Robert Fulghum</em></font></a><br> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr0RaQXg7ZreScyT37nEnWHXUMSHu5ktjHxk8r0d87GYRj_G6rT8Ftb73vNCPvzmjF1wJFSIVne_DGkcqTGTZVjoQhfKj3kiizaeKfacW0ctmBF9HEFFELE8XY16XrdTK772mDe3Adv-g/s1600-h/337%2525200928%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="337 0928" border="0" alt="337 0928" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq7DzkyT5alcBfLbMWl_8oBRbe4XcCXADNeBfzUIWJNa_akqcm7Nb0RJg46VPUtaJg4c7-ARF6vHsuJdaQ-bsOoCWj-gr9XRcouZkgzSlv9F6M73wE4MJnZJblQ9jw6TiAi_jvKei54eY/?imgmax=800" width="464" height="221"></a></p> <p>The teacher’s report:</p> <p>“Esmé is very bright and making new friends. She seems to have her own agenda. I’d like her to listen and follow directions the first time.”</p> <p>No surprise. Sigh…</p> Mozi Esmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16078786257885681829noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859314833174937313.post-89025982952451755712012-09-27T18:51:00.000-07:002012-10-01T19:09:41.373-07:00338 to 40: Books!<p><font size="4" face="Impact"><font size="5">Outside of a dog, a book is a man's best friend. Inside of a dog, it's too dark to read.</font><br> ~ Groucho Marx</font> <p>We got a nice big package in the mail today! Now, this wasn’t a rare thing in the past, but I haven’t requested any review books in a long time. It was an awesomely beautiful set of Sylvan Dell books with educational components that would make any home-educating mama’s heart go pitter patter pit. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS5RmUheLpbFkGd6fn9aeOCCMSI7D21q-g7woitvz2JsTNnyAGRZ8iS2zP0zZNvWyH40bwUJzvKpILs9m48tnTt2cGjdpK3MHBdIxGwqxCGv5UfnHvR-WkxrV4W_uuQQ8NXP-HKyP0JL4/s1600-h/Sylvan-Dell15.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="Sylvan Dell" border="0" alt="Sylvan Dell" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-c5CUHVdn8NA/UGpMmx_kLXI/AAAAAAAAD8U/n93eKi-uWbg/Sylvan-Dell_thumb12.jpg?imgmax=800" width="344" height="456"></a></p> <p>These were books I had signed up to review back in June, and it makes me realize how very much I miss the excitement of review packages in the mail. I’ve been feeling too overwhelmingly exhausted to keep up with the review products already on my shelf, but I’m tempted to do some switcharooing to fit it back in somehow…</p> Mozi Esmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16078786257885681829noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859314833174937313.post-58580626158768197332012-09-26T18:15:00.000-07:002012-10-02T18:31:46.381-07:00339 to 40: Skippyjon Jones in Mummy Trouble<p>This is Esmé’s current “read-it-again, read-it-again!” practically-memorized book, which just conveniently incorporates one of her top-10 places to visit. I figured I should take a photo to memorialize it…</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTPtJMNTzr7hHceZk5uM4TZub-ZUAWIlNDJtx7npgOzWk3FzkieH-NLqHYC9id3HlfMUZFi7x_sMY2CGEJA9aYVLKIfVlGvnU90rIPRaavoIbcuHgMA0z4IOUditzqnyXHvzouFCNZmVI/s1600-h/339%2525200926%25255B14%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="339 0926" border="0" alt="339 0926" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-siKxezqYWT4/UGuVgPqY61I/AAAAAAAAD98/CZzHPUMM4xg/339%2525200926_thumb%25255B11%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="450" height="338"></a></p> <blockquote> <p><font size="5" face="Nyala"><em>”My name is Skippito Friskito,<br>And I’m off to see old Egypt-ito.<br>My chicos insist,<br>And I dare not resist<br>The chance to go meet a mummito.”</em></font></p></blockquote> Mozi Esmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16078786257885681829noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859314833174937313.post-66238903191239143322012-09-25T19:29:00.000-07:002012-10-04T06:08:57.110-07:00340 to 40: Blooming<p><font size="2">In the midst of our brown thirsty yard is this:</font></p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-UKy6uYeO874/UG2KYXs5ohI/AAAAAAAAD_c/asRR7-2L5Iw/s1600-h/340%2525200925%25255B11%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="340 0925" border="0" alt="340 0925" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-0BT584ilaqs/UG2KZjkmAyI/AAAAAAAAD_k/BtWU7qiX5fU/340%2525200925_thumb%25255B8%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="450" height="347"></a></p> <p><em><font size="4" face="Perpetua">The desert will rejoice, and <strong>flowers will bloom in the wastelands</strong>. </font></em></p> <p><em><font size="4" face="Perpetua">The desert will sing and shout for joy; it will be as beautiful as the Lebanon Mountains and as fertile as the fields of Carmel and Sharon. Everyone will see the Lord's splendor, see his greatness and power. </font></em></p> <p><em><font size="4" face="Perpetua">Give strength to hands that are tired </font></em><a name="1"></a><em><font size="4" face="Perpetua">and to knees that tremble with weakness. </font></em></p> <p><em><font size="4" face="Perpetua">Tell everyone who is discouraged, "Be strong and don't be afraid! God is coming to your rescue, coming to punish your enemies." </font></em></p> <p><em><font size="4" face="Perpetua">The blind will be able to see, </font></em><a name="2"></a><em><font size="4" face="Perpetua">and the deaf will hear. </font></em></p> <p><em><font size="4" face="Perpetua">The lame will leap and dance, and those who cannot speak will shout for joy. Streams of water will flow through the desert; </font></em></p> <p><em><font size="4" face="Perpetua">the burning sand will become a lake, and dry land will be filled with springs. Where jackals used to live, marsh grass and reeds will grow. </font></em></p> <p><em><font size="4" face="Perpetua">There will be a highway there, called "The Road of Holiness." No sinner will ever travel that road; no fools will mislead those who follow it. </font></em></p> <p><em><font size="4" face="Perpetua">No lions will be there; no fierce animals will pass that way. Those whom the Lord has rescued will travel home by that road. </font></em></p> <p><em><font size="4" face="Perpetua">They will reach Jerusalem with gladness, singing and shouting for joy. They will be happy forever, forever free from sorrow and grief.</font></em></p> <p><em><font size="4" face="Perpetua">~Isaiah 35</font></em></p> Mozi Esmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16078786257885681829noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4859314833174937313.post-69651676824535972422012-09-24T23:40:00.000-07:002012-10-27T23:49:17.426-07:00341 to 40: Clothes, Clothes, Everywhere!<p>One of the many benefits of having lots of cousins: Seasonal wardrobe changes are like a trip to the clothing store. </p> <p>Bed piled high with mounds of clothes…</p> <p>Plastic bags of clothes to pass on to others,,,</p> <p>Rubber bins to pack away for the next season or size…</p> <p>And a closet full for winter…</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXl2dIVHvEiM8fDGgyTMSQmFsaukUaOUmGKKfUTWAX83C_FgCS63WvIEqVox0x6dni-YQkfoewWJPKkKSefworeLBvVwgXKV5f-ANTKIfsckJZq-1Nv4CCZBuAdbB3-hAay09h0p1GvIE/s1600-h/Winter%252520Wardrobe%25255B10%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="Winter Wardrobe" border="0" alt="Winter Wardrobe" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-0Gc_FOoxP30/UIzVax0gc4I/AAAAAAAAEJc/Ca7ZmOTcdDA/Winter%252520Wardrobe_thumb%25255B8%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="450" height="507"></a></p> <p><font size="4" face="Elephant">And why do you worry about clothes? See how the lilies of the field grow. They do not labor or spin.<br><font size="2">~Matthew 6:28</font></font></p> Mozi Esmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16078786257885681829noreply@blogger.com0