tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57864772012-01-07T08:54:05.291-08:00Sweet Nothings...A tale told by an idiot...Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.comBlogger1451100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-6761998271056408592012-01-07T07:40:00.000-08:002012-01-07T08:51:39.083-08:00It seemed appropriate to end a week such as I had with the day of Epiphany. This time of year, despite my many efforts to carve out a peaceful respite from the normal paces of life, proves always to be the most hectic, the most trying, the most disappointing. I know this sounds dismal, and I don't really mean it to be. I had a lovely Christmas honestly. I think in hindsight, my expectations are Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-26752200353932456142008-10-26T10:23:00.000-07:002008-10-26T10:35:45.757-07:00Christian WisdomGod will not hold us responsible to understand the mysteries of election, predestination, and the divine sovereignty. The best and safest way to deal with these truths is to raise our eyes to God and in deepest reverence say, "O Lord, Thou knowest." Those things belong to the deep and mysterious Profound of God's omniscience. Prying into them may make theologians, but it will Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-72400404103863315902008-06-15T18:15:00.001-07:002008-06-15T18:15:54.028-07:00Testing the new blogger...Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1159913205084940082006-10-03T15:04:00.000-07:002006-10-03T15:06:45.100-07:00Sorry for the long silence. No time to explain. Urgent prayer request: Please Pray for Samantha. More later, KimJ.Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1153597745236969292006-07-22T12:45:00.000-07:002006-07-22T12:49:05.246-07:00Quote of the century:"I'm living the life I'd be wishing I was living, if I wasn't living it." - Katie, age 12, right before leaving for Holland to participate in the Youth Friendship Games. GO, KATIE, GO!!Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1149480719431659922006-06-04T19:46:00.000-07:002006-06-04T21:22:04.403-07:00Lest you think there is nothing but heartache in this house, let me begin by saying this has been a glorious month of Proms, Soccer and Lacrosse Tournaments, sunny days, good surf, bike rides along the beach, barbeques and meals outside. Today we sailed out of San Diego Harbor on our friends' 32' sailboat. We anchored near a hidden cove and my children jumped from the bow to swim to shore. We Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1147242870153565142006-05-09T23:20:00.000-07:002006-05-09T23:37:46.240-07:00When my son turned 3, we bought him his first 2 wheeled bicycle with training wheels – a “big boy bike” as he liked to call it. He rode up and down the cul-de-sac, irritated by the training wheels which seemed to slow him down a bit. My husband removed them – and in that way that is made famous by all parents teaching a child to ride a bike, he held the back of the bike and ran alongside, Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1146453590954916002006-04-30T20:19:00.000-07:002006-04-30T20:19:50.963-07:00It’s difficult to know what to say after such a long silence. I can’t really catch you up on all that has passed. Life has barreled on, the ups and the downs not subsiding. At one point I knew I didn’t want my journal to read like a continuous obituary – so I stopped writing. I will tell you we have had at least one funeral per month since my last post. All the deaths have been a great loss Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1140210867597781772006-02-17T10:15:00.000-08:002006-02-17T13:18:48.206-08:00A prisoner of her own body for over 25 years, my father's dear cousin Kathy was set free this week. She had resided in what had remained of her body, wracked with Multiple Sclerosis, suffering in silence and isolation. I have a vivid memory of her, young and beautiful, commenting on her lovely children, "I prayed that my children would be healthy. I didn't care if they were beautiful -- yet Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1139590945155188362006-02-10T08:51:00.000-08:002006-02-10T09:15:52.013-08:00Many of you already know that my daughter will be playing soccer in Holland this summer. We have never been to Holland. We have never been even remotely curious about going to Holland. Now we are completely interested in Holland -- where to stay, what to see, who comes from there, who still lives there, what's in the news there, what is the weather like, etc, etc. Lately, as these things tendKimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1139292446202988332006-02-06T21:43:00.000-08:002006-02-06T23:23:38.103-08:00Here's a great link to the Superbowl Ads thanks to Eric Keck. We had a fun football party which culminated in a trip to the Emergency Room with my daughter's friend and team mate, who broke her collarbone during a halftime jaunt to the park. She's 12 and healthy and will likely heal quickly, but Spring Soccer is out, much to the dismay of the entire team (our leading scorer). Not unlike other Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1138948811621416982006-02-02T22:24:00.000-08:002006-02-02T22:45:56.510-08:00I found this post to be profound and inspiring. Miracles have been on my mind lately, and as far as they tend to go, this one is an especially marvelous one --- Especially the part where Jesus says, "You feed them." "Me, Lord?" I dialogue inside my head, "surely you mean some other "you". No answer. I am left to figure it out on my own. In this famous story, the disciples use what little Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1138671983553815942006-01-30T17:42:00.000-08:002006-01-30T21:23:14.016-08:00We live near a huge population of Turkey Vultures. They live at the top of some very tall trees in front of our home. Depending on the time of day, you might not even notice them. They seem to become invisible in the trees where they make their home. If you know what you are looking for, they eventually become evident, one and then another, more and more until you realize it is almost Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1137949686518885842006-01-22T08:50:00.000-08:002006-01-22T17:50:55.000-08:00Thank you all so very much for your kind sentiments and words of encouragement. I am quite blessed by your emails, comments and prayers. Once again, I find my cup is overflowing. 2005 ended in a cacaphony of chaos, building and building toward Christmas, closing abrubtly with the death of my grandfather, and allowing (for a time) everything to stop. It was a peaceful yet eerie silence. 2006 Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1136097657163686292005-12-31T21:59:00.000-08:002005-12-31T22:50:49.166-08:00I've heard it said that when someone close to you dies, it is as if you are a big Thanksgiving Day Parade Balloon with one less anchor holding you down. I relate to this feeling. I am utterly weightless, directionless. I rely completely on the many people on the ground, holding on to the ropes making sure I don't just float away. This sensation is ironic really, as the very nature of grief Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1135458266654750952005-12-24T12:54:00.000-08:002005-12-24T13:04:26.666-08:00Merry Christmas to all my friends residing in the Land of Blog! My son's MRI came back "normal" -- yet another reason to rejoice at our house. We are blessed beyond measure.My grandfather's funeral was simply beautiful. What a wonderful end to an exceptional life. I intend to write more on these topics, but not today. Today I will celebrate, and I hope this note finds you doing the same. "I Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1134677583422373392005-12-15T11:28:00.000-08:002005-12-15T12:41:02.996-08:00This summer while at Disney's California Adventure theme park, I went on a ride with my son that shot us up into the air, then dropped us down one small drop at a time. I knew it wasn't my kind of thrill, but I didn't want him to go alone. As the attendant was strapping us in, I nearly asked to get off. I was literally terrified - even to the verge of tears. I felt foolish. I shut my eyes Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1134428790125745622005-12-12T14:28:00.000-08:002005-12-12T16:38:08.880-08:00Thanks to Monk-in-training and Minor Clergy for this timely artical. This issue has irked me, but I haven't had the time or inclination to really wrestle with it all. I think the writer did an excellent job here, and I hope you take the time to read it. Those of you who know me are aware of my great love for Christmas and all its trappings -- every bough of holly, every Christmas light, every Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1133848756453337322005-12-05T21:01:00.000-08:002005-12-05T21:59:16.506-08:00Happy Belated Thanksgiving! I am amazed that a full month has gone by since my last post. It will take me at least that long to catch up with you all! We enjoyed a big Thanksgiving here with local friends. We cooked 2 turkeys, actually soaking one of them in a brine. My husband cooked the brined turkey outside on the Weber Grill -- (one of the benefits of a California Thanksgiving is the Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1130994506703901162005-11-02T20:08:00.000-08:002005-11-02T21:12:42.536-08:00This is a Henri Nouwen quote someone once shared with me. It seems appropriate to the place I'm at right now:"Enough Light for the Next StepOften we want to be able to see into the future. We say, "How will next year be for me? Where will I be five or ten years from now?" There are no answers to these questions. Mostly we have just enough light to see the next step: what we have to do in the Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1130431841402094272005-10-27T08:48:00.000-07:002005-10-29T21:20:22.476-07:00I spent last weekend in New York; Long Island to be exact. It was a rainy weekend, but not lacking in autumnal beauty. Anyone who has moved to a place where weather is mild and uneventful understands the yearning for seasons -- especially when one moves from the dramatic to the sublime. I have learned to recognize the little things -- the longer shadows, the colder, longer nights, the changes Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1129859557132138412005-10-20T18:00:00.000-07:002005-10-20T18:58:07.783-07:00Although I haven't been jumping from planes, it's been a seriously crazy couple of weeks over here. It all started off with Homecoming (which when you are the mother of the boy is apparently not as big a deal as for the mother of the girl -- I'll let you know when the daughter arrives there...). My son didn't really even think about what he was going to wear to said dance until after the Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1128981898213613042005-10-10T13:24:00.000-07:002005-10-12T20:21:13.603-07:00We first noticed the little red haired girl at our daughter's championship basketball game in the local sports center. She sat in our stands and cheered loudly for our girls. We didn't know her. At first I thought maybe she was with the opposing team. "BOX OUT!" she yelled appropriately, cheering happily when our girls got the ball. No question she was routing for us. "Do you have a sister Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1128618702403131742005-10-06T10:07:00.000-07:002005-10-06T10:13:50.963-07:00I loved this post and had to share. It offered me some wisdom and a giggle on an otherwise average day. Thanks Gina! "It's all dog food to God".Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1128494142816920962005-10-04T23:09:00.000-07:002005-10-05T08:48:51.556-07:00An excerpt from the devotional biography of Rich Mullins, "An Arrow Pointing to Heaven." : Toward the end of his life Rich said, "I think we cry at funerals--even at funerals of people we don't like--because we realize what a miracle a life is. You realize, 'This will never happen again.' There will never be this exact combination of genes, there will never again be the things that have created Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1128189493533187092005-10-01T10:33:00.000-07:002005-10-01T10:59:31.616-07:00Those of you that know us well are aware that this time of year always finds us up to our necks in football. Between my son and my husband, we are currently up to 4 games a week and countless hours of practice and film (my husband coaches High School Freshmen (A and B), my sophomore son plays JV and Varsity). It is not unusual for my house to be full of really big, really strong high school boysKimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1128011602094390892005-09-29T09:26:00.000-07:002005-09-29T19:42:12.236-07:00I love this verse out of Matthew 23 (the Message version): "Don't set people up as experts over your life, letting them tell you what to do. Save that authority for God: let HIM tell you what to do.....Do you want to stand out? Then step down. Be a servant. If you puff yourself up, you'll get the wind knocked out of you. but if you're content to simply be yourself, your life will count for Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1126673899830817072005-09-13T19:47:00.000-07:002005-09-13T22:14:48.310-07:00I am not poor. Not close. Not that I think it's really that important to anyone, but I state this more as a disclaimer. Not being poor means that I really don't have a right to comment about what it means to be poor. I don't really know. I can't really know. In fact, most of the people reading this blog can't possibly know what Poor means. Despite this fact, I read John Scalzi's beautiful Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1126200041624149912005-09-08T10:19:00.000-07:002005-09-08T10:20:41.630-07:00Dancing with Katrina.Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1125531405361373592005-08-31T16:08:00.000-07:002005-08-31T16:36:45.383-07:00++Father in heaven, please watch over the people in the hurricane zone. May Your presence be overwhelming, and may there be an outpouring of kindness and generosity throughout the land. Please provide practical solutions to what seems an impossible situation. Nothing is impossible with God. Let this be remembered as a time of great miracles, in Jesus name I pray.Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1125242801962647792005-08-28T08:25:00.000-07:002005-08-28T08:26:41.970-07:00There is a man who lives in our old neighborhood who we like to call "Walking Man". We pass by the old neighborhood every day on our way to school, and everyday he is there on the main road, walking. We worry if we don’t see him – he is that consistent. On occasion we see him other places that surprise us – over by the library (about 2 miles away), near the Middle School (about 4 miles away), Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1124947084322575792005-08-24T22:09:00.000-07:002005-08-24T22:18:04.326-07:00I have a cyber friend who has been sick and bedridden. His site is called tatsuhiko1968. He cares for a beautiful flower called Queen of the Night, and he posts photos of the rare flower blooming. They are remarkable, as is he. Pay him a visit --Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1124557583753403292005-08-20T09:26:00.000-07:002005-08-20T15:15:51.236-07:00We're finally back on track after nearly a month of traveling. Summer sport commitments ended after the lacrosse tournament, and picked up again this week. We tried to take advantage of every "free" minute and found ourselves bouncing around all over the place. I'm sure stories of our adventures will surface over the weeks to come, but just as a quick synopsis, I'll try to cover the highlights Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1123537322876550512005-08-08T14:40:00.000-07:002005-08-08T14:42:02.883-07:00This post just blew me away today.Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1123364321887155402005-08-06T13:13:00.000-07:002005-08-06T14:38:44.370-07:00We returned Thursday evening to find that our Russian Desert Tortoise, Max, was MIA. Our housesitter was distraught. He had wandered the neighborhood with LOST TURTLE signs and had scoured the backyard with our dog in tow, searching every square inch, hoping the dog would catch her scent and lead us to her (max, we found out after 5 years of being known as "him", was actually a "her"). I would Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1122362186804628912005-07-26T00:11:00.000-07:002005-07-26T00:16:26.810-07:00Thank you all for your good wishes. Our anniversary was fun but hectic. The tournament took up 3 full days (hot days at that). We are home for a moment and soon off to Iowa to visit my husband's family. I love reading your blogs, and will miss you all. Be well, and God Bless You!Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1121991040702577232005-07-21T17:07:00.000-07:002005-07-21T17:11:22.556-07:00Celebrating our 17th wedding anniversary this weekend at a 3 day Lacrosse Tournament!! Our son will be playing, and our daughter - well, the liklihood is she will be bored out of her mind....Hopefully the hotel will have a great pool :). Love and Blessings Blogger Buddies. Keep us in your prayers. Peace.Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1121877183667574222005-07-20T09:30:00.000-07:002005-07-20T09:33:03.676-07:00Birgit's story is finished! Start here and work your way up...Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1121479834852294542005-07-15T19:03:00.000-07:002005-07-15T19:21:06.873-07:00I originally wrote this to MaryEllen, who shared some compelling thoughts on her blog. I previewed it and realized that I was way too long-winded (what else is new!). So I figured I'd spare her the space and post it over here. If you want the background scoop, you'll need to read this. (It's quite worth the visit.)I have had similar church / religious experiences to those that you've shared Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1121224780756924502005-07-12T19:33:00.000-07:002005-07-13T08:29:39.023-07:00This has been one heck of a busy blogging week for me. After engaging in a troubling discussion a few posts back, I prayed the words of one of my favorite worship songs, Open my eyes Lord, I want to see Jesus. Since then there has been no end to the "input" -- I have linked to dozens of sites that have just knocked me over. So many different voices: male, female, young, old, conservative, Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1121142759338179762005-07-11T21:27:00.000-07:002005-07-11T21:39:39.243-07:00I happened upon this post (not sure how I arrived there, but glad I found it). It seems to add another dimension to the comment MaryEllen left a couple of days ago when talking about Eternity. (At least when I read this, it made me think of what she said). Hope you enjoy it.Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1121057317173448662005-07-11T11:42:00.000-07:002005-07-11T11:43:34.090-07:00As some of you know, we've been shopping for a church for over a year (I've lost track of how long now...). I can't even remember when our old church closed, but no matter how many places we've been since, we still refer to it as the old church. There are so many really great churches in this area, so this quest has been daunting, but not completely discouraging. This week and last, the kids Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1121057693570987182005-07-10T21:48:00.000-07:002005-07-10T22:06:13.300-07:00The last couple of weekends have been really awesome. It's amazing how the simplest things can bring such joy. We spent the 4th of July at home this year. We rode our bikes to the beach in the early morning and came home in time to play croquet (3 games!!)in the back yard. We found a peaceful, secluded spot to set up our chairs for the fireworks, and though we missed our families in New York Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1120955345710925112005-07-09T17:28:00.000-07:002005-07-09T17:29:05.710-07:00Hmmmm.Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1120809335324459222005-07-07T23:30:00.000-07:002005-07-09T23:26:02.560-07:00I sit and stare at my empty screen, a thousand words swirling inside of me, but none appropriate to this moment. I am so sorry, London. The worst part is that the sight and sound of devestation no longer shocks me. I expect it. I turn on the news in the morning and anticipate the disasters. When they don't come I find I am waiting. Expecting. I am told this is evidence of Post Traumatic Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1120633586613318152005-07-05T23:43:00.000-07:002005-07-06T12:58:11.366-07:00I have recently engaged in a discussion regarding Mega-Churches, specifically Rick Warren and Saddleback Church. You can find my comments and those of others here. This topic reminded me of a post I wrote a long, long time ago. You can take a peek at that entry here. I didn't intend to revisit this topic, but here I am. Up to my eyeballs.+++Open my eyes, Lord. I want to see Jesus.(Click hereKimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1120483245067175872005-07-04T06:20:00.000-07:002005-07-04T06:20:45.073-07:00Happy 4th of July!Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1120402240594088922005-07-03T06:32:00.000-07:002005-07-04T06:49:58.660-07:00I have a real problem with the concept of Emminent Domain, as has been discussed of late in the Kelo vs. City of New London case. I know there are voices on both sides of this argument, but I can not imagine anyone in favor of this decision, nor can I come up with a single example of a circumstance when this practice would be okay. I invite you to tell me your point of view. Perhaps you can Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1120233282080307742005-07-01T08:51:00.000-07:002005-07-01T16:31:30.206-07:00Man proposes Seizing Souter Property "A California man wants to take advantage of a recent Supreme Court decision on seizing private land -- proposing a hotel on Justice David Souter's land. Souter, a resident of Weare, N.H., joined in the majority opinion that allows governments to seize private property and turn it over to a private developer if the action would benefit a Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1120032120292409772005-06-29T00:56:00.000-07:002005-06-29T01:02:00.293-07:00Although I'm bummed about losing all those comments (2 years worth of comments to be exact), I feel a sense of victory over the sidebar. If I don't have your blog or site linked in my Cyber Friends section, I probably have lost your address in the transition. Leave me a comment so I can find you. I'm too blogged out to write anything pithy tonight. I must crash.Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1119942370808695332005-06-28T00:04:00.000-07:002005-06-28T00:06:56.823-07:00I applied a much needed face-lift to my site, and lost my favorite links! How do I get them back? I suppose I'll need to reinsert them, but I don't know where. The sidebar on the template doesn't look the same. HELP!!Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1119917719643353362005-06-27T17:00:00.000-07:002005-06-27T17:15:19.650-07:00Beth posted this amazing story a couple of days ago. I couldn't resist sharing it as well. It has become one of my 11 year old's favorites. Thank you, Lord, for miracles.Sometimes a sentence just drops me in my tracks. Kidnapping young girls has long been part of the marriage custom in Ethiopia. The United Nations estimates that more than 70 percent of marriages in Ethiopia are by abduction, Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1119911777825892192005-06-27T15:34:00.000-07:002005-06-27T15:36:58.960-07:00LOGAN IS HOME! Mom and baby are doing quite well. Thank you for your prayers. My sister-in-law Shelly and her husband Brad are writing a blog from Belize! Check it out!Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1119016476443849582005-06-17T06:49:00.000-07:002005-06-17T06:54:36.450-07:00Logan Jeremiah O'SullivanBorn: 9am June 16, 2005 :)7lbs 8 oz, 20.8" My beautiful new nephew is in intensive care as he was born with a fever (there is a term for this but I can't remember it...apparently not uncommon). He needs to stay at the hospital for 7 days (as a precaution). Mom is doing fine, but feels a bit like she's been hit by a mack truck.Thank you for all of your prayers. Don't Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1118895307042995742005-06-15T21:14:00.000-07:002005-06-15T21:15:07.046-07:00MY SISTER IS IN LABOR!!! Send up a quick prayer for a safe and healthy delivery for both mom and baby. My nephew is coming!!!Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1118689108689261572005-06-13T11:57:00.000-07:002005-06-13T11:58:28.696-07:00Okay -- I'm addicted. I can't believe I took the time to do these....Your IQ Is 120Your Logical Intelligence is Above AverageYour Verbal Intelligence is GeniusYour Mathematical Intelligence is GeniusYour General Knowledge is Above AverageA Quick and Dirty IQ TestKimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1118688282560203512005-06-13T11:42:00.000-07:002005-06-13T11:44:42.566-07:00I find it remarkable that I have only 30% Yankee. It looks like my husband has had a bit of an influence on me linguistically speaking.....Your Linguistic Profile:60% General American English30% Yankee5% Dixie5% Upper Midwestern0% MidwesternWhat Kind of American English Do You Speak?Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1117002604647339592005-05-24T23:25:00.000-07:002005-05-25T12:36:07.573-07:00Okay, okay -- an excessive 3 posts in one night! I've neglected blogging for so long, I nearly missed this great link on my friend Beth's blog, posted by my other friend Suebee! How lucky to have such lovely friends!Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1117001604381513612005-05-24T23:13:00.000-07:002005-05-24T23:14:28.733-07:00Don't think I posted this correctly, but oh well. Try it anyway. I'm a Cultural Creative. What are you? You scored as Cultural Creative. Cultural Creatives are probably the newest group to enter this realm. You are a modern thinker who tends to shy away from organized religion but still feels as if there is something greater than ourselves. You are very spiritual, even if you are not religiousKimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1117001125296496942005-05-24T22:26:00.000-07:002005-07-20T00:00:49.370-07:00I underestimate my daughter. I don't really know why this is, as she has exceeded my expectations time and time again. I think in this somewhere is the crux of the "women's inhumanity to women" phenomenon. I am sure my mother underestimated me, and I wonder if her mother did the same to her and so on. I wonder if we see ourselves in our daughters and participate in enough self-loathing to Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1116479442805233542005-05-18T21:11:00.000-07:002005-05-18T22:10:42.840-07:00"The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams" Eleanor RooseveltI am moved by this quote in a way that surprises me. These days my dreams seem to gravitate toward those of my children. I want to see their dreams come true -- and their successes seem to fulfill me in a way I cannot describe easily. The things I used to reach for pale in comparison to the beauty of my Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1112730908652304262005-04-05T12:53:00.000-07:002005-04-05T12:55:08.653-07:00Quick link: My friend Ruby turned me on to an excellent site. Visit Working Mom when you get a chance.Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1112324897044584522005-03-31T18:29:00.000-08:002005-04-03T12:33:47.286-07:00I've left some lengthy comments on Beth's site recently. I hope you will take the time to read them and the context in which they were written. I want to talk a little more about women and the things we do for love. For many of you, this is a familiar passage:1 If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. 2 And if I have prophetic Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1111559607553985502005-03-22T22:09:00.000-08:002005-03-22T22:57:27.160-08:00I read an interesting essay tonight.Although a completely different context, the argument the writer makes sounds quite similar to discussions we have had about women in the church, women in leadership, women in general. Beth Keck's "Coma" series is related (in a second cousin once removed sort of way) -- and is also an interesting read.The title quote draws me: "It's not discrimination that Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1110004567812526112005-03-04T22:32:00.000-08:002005-03-04T22:36:07.813-08:00Tonight I went to the art show of an old friend. He paints the place I live, and really captures the area well. Visit him here.Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1109083377705046442005-02-22T06:38:00.000-08:002005-02-22T07:04:44.073-08:00My friend Suebee started a blog!!!She turned me on to this fun map making query. It turns out I've been to 64% of the states (mostly driving through...). My world map would be too pathetic to post...create your own visited states mapKimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1108574860810022672005-02-16T08:43:00.000-08:002005-02-16T09:27:40.816-08:00Like most parents these days, I spend at least 3 hours a day picking up or delivering my children. I look forward to this time (usually) because in our hyper-busy life, this often is our only quiet time together. Mornings are especially precious to me, since we share morning prayers during the drive.Since we do this with consistency, our morning prayers tend to take on a "book of common prayer" Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1108430665928094682005-02-14T16:05:00.000-08:002005-02-14T23:30:29.470-08:00Valentine's Day. Hope you're having a happy one. I am taking a much needed break from an extremely boring project to look at this day from an unusual point of view. I heard someone quote Revelation this morning, warning me not to add or take away anything from the scriptures -- and since that is precisely what I am about to do, I feel a little queasy. (I believe that verse that they were quoting Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1107547021309506072005-02-04T09:59:00.000-08:002005-02-04T11:57:01.310-08:00My husband has always balked at people who say they are "finding themselves". This is especially funny in my house, since I am a person who is always looking. "Who am I?" sounds frighteningly similar to "where the heck did I put those keys...?" It is a daily exercise of hide and seek, of exploration and discovery. My husband always says that "who you are" is a verb. It is ever moving, ever Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1106290574622542172005-01-20T22:02:00.000-08:002005-01-21T09:58:19.013-08:00I have been revisiting an old literary favorite of mine, "Slaughterhouse -Five" by Kurt Vonnegut. I loved this book when I was a different me. It is interesting to revisit it, like revisiting a college classroom. I don't remember it really. I don't remember what I got from it then -- it was so long ago. I am quite certain I am taking something entirely different from it today. This revisiting is Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1103948488953704032004-12-24T20:19:00.000-08:002004-12-24T20:21:28.953-08:00Merry Christmas my lovely blogger buddies :). It has been a wonderful season for us, and I wish it on the lot of you. God Bless us every one :).
Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1102584909327414502004-12-08T23:38:00.000-08:002004-12-09T01:35:09.326-08:00And so this is Christmas. Advent really. Hanukkah, too. This has been an introspective season so far. Looking backward, this season caps off a really weird year. We faced a whole lot of new beginnings, all good. We have said a lot of goodbyes this year. Last year I was grappling for holiday spirit. This year my cup is overflowing. I don't get it, but I feel compelled to review it, to maintain a Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1100645219054377422004-11-16T13:30:00.000-08:002004-11-16T14:46:59.056-08:00My friend's son died last Thursday. He was 21. He was her youngest child. He was battling drug and alcohol problems, among other things. The sheriff came to her door after identifying his body -- he died alone. Was he afraid? Did he know? Did he fall into an inebriated sleep and slip peacefully away? We don't know. Could we have helped him? Could we have stopped him? When was the last time I Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1100363040299984192004-11-13T07:26:00.000-08:002004-11-13T08:24:00.300-08:00The angry voices were escalating out side my front door. This was not completely unfamiliar to me. Often I would listen for awhile to determine if it was anger I was hearing, or just a child's game. This day it was anger -- and the two groups were clearly divided. They seemed so angry for boys so young -- probably spanning in age from 11 - 14 -- bad words spewing like a tornado at the corner, Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1100070931212619402004-11-09T22:18:00.000-08:002004-11-09T23:15:31.213-08:00This has been a tumultuous time at the Johnson house. I don't think we've slowed down since June. It is a time of great blessing, but also a time of great challenge. It's all a big blur. We haven't really had time to move into the new house, so it still seems like it isn't ours. It's a storage unit in which our boxes have been set. It still seems like a motel room on our way to some other place. Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1098314807763205502004-10-20T16:07:00.000-07:002004-10-20T16:28:12.083-07:00It's raining. This phenomenon is as exciting around here as a blizzard in New York City. The otherwise trickling creek beds are teaming with muddy whitewater after only 1 day. The soccer fields are marsh-like, all practices cancelled. Roads are slippery. Mud is sliding. The sky is spectacularly heavy with clouds in multiple tones of grey and purple. The ocean is silver. Simply spectacular.
Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1097860978931366592004-10-15T09:30:00.000-07:002004-10-15T10:22:58.930-07:00MY LIFE IS NUTS!!!
I can't keep up with it. It's out of control, I tell you. Football, soccer, homecoming dances, packing, unpacking, signing papers, money in, money out, deadlines, audits, more deadlines, more audits. I used to imagine myself as a gerbil in a wheel. But now, that wheel is spinning way too fast for a gerbil to survive. I'd say I'm a 33 lp spinning at 78 rpm. (if that doesn't putKimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1093507042895645502004-08-25T22:38:00.000-07:002004-08-26T08:35:47.090-07:00Watching the Olympics had been different this year for me. Every athlete suddenly represents a full set of parents and coaches, commitment and support, time and money and more time and more money. I do not feel one way or the other about this, I am just observing. I know that all the money and time in the world wouldn't send an untalented or unmotivated person to the podiums. I understand the Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1093386993534846352004-08-24T15:27:00.000-07:002004-08-24T15:36:33.536-07:00"...He thinks that singing on Sunday's gonna save his soul, now that Saturday's gone. Somehow he thinks that he's on his way -- but I can seethat his brake lights are on." Jack Johnson "Taylor"
Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1092456726858072972004-08-13T21:10:00.000-07:002004-08-13T21:12:06.856-07:00If this doesn't make you smile, nothing will.
Congratulations cyber-friends Will and Sarah. This is the good stuff...
Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1092420662126863892004-08-13T10:54:00.000-07:002004-08-13T11:11:02.126-07:00Greetings fellow bloggers! I am writing to you from my new office in my new home!! Happy Day! We haven't completely left the old neighborhood -- we are leasing the old house (we think) and are preparing it for rental (or sale). Life is not dull, I tell you.
I have had very few pangs of nostalgia or sadness (if any...). This was, after all, the home my children grew up in, our first piece of realKimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1089669067837903172004-07-12T14:50:00.000-07:002004-07-12T15:44:47.420-07:00Trash Day is always hectic at my house. In NY, trash pick up happens at least twice a week, and there is no limit to how many receptacles you can put out. In CA we only pick up trash once a week. Once a week. And we are issued only 2 cans -- one for regular trash and one for recyclables. The regular trash can is meant for your family's entire week of trash, plus any gardening, grass trim, tree Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1089416382670124482004-07-09T16:14:00.000-07:002004-07-09T16:39:42.670-07:00My apologies for the long silence. So much has happened in this short time that it will take days to catch you all up. I'll give you the highlights:
-My son graduated from Middle School and is now officially a High School Student.
-My daughter graduated from Elementary School and is now officially a Middle Schooler.
-My parents visited us from NY, mostly to attend the above named Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1085503520034526982004-05-25T08:26:00.000-07:002004-05-25T14:13:23.640-07:00I'm really not that great a neighbor. I seem to like my privacy more and more each year, and I have added a little barbed wire to the perimeter to be sure the riff-raff stays on the other side of the boundary. I wasn't always this way. Time and experience have definitely added a few locks and bolts to the doors.
It's very easy to be kind to children (especially little children) -- they're Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1084826639924645322004-05-17T12:22:00.000-07:002004-05-17T17:47:00.776-07:00As I promised, I want to tell the story of my little neighborhood. Time is a big issue for me lately, so I can only commit to little snippets of the story at a time. The first snippet is dedicated to K.
K is a young boy who lives across the street from us. He is the same age as my son: 14. The day we moved in, he excitedly scurried around us, pointing to my husband's truck, squealing with Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1084086575353698872004-05-09T00:09:00.000-07:002004-05-09T00:18:09.153-07:00I live in what was supposed to be our "starter house" -- you know, the house you don't intend to stay in forever-- the investment property. We had a 5 year plan which is now apparently our 10 year plan, and the way the market looks these days, it might in the end become our 15 year plan. There are a thousand analogies that keep popping up for me, proving daily that I am obsessing over this Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1081873979124800422004-04-13T09:32:00.000-07:002004-04-13T09:36:32.983-07:00Thank you all for your lovely comments and birthday wishes. It's been a very busy couple of weeks around here.
My sister visited for a whirlwind weekend. It was much too short, but oh-so-wonderful. Then came the birthdays, first mine then my husband's (!!). Then on to Easter --- it's never dull.
I am behind on my blog visits and have much to ponder. I will say that 40 was a highly Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1080633297201854282004-03-29T23:54:00.000-08:002004-03-30T00:15:10.936-08:00Beth Keck has asked for our comments in response to a series of letters she posted. I suggest you read them to clarify the context within which I write this post. There are certain topics that remain taboo within the Christian circle. Homosexuality is a big one. (Perhaps the biggest one.) This post is a long one, and I thought it best to leave it here rather than in Beth's comments.
As you Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1080415752053079582004-03-27T11:29:00.000-08:002004-03-27T11:31:45.030-08:00One good man...
One good man, one man who does not put on his religion once a week with his Sunday coat, but wears it for his working dress, and lets the thought of God grow into him, and through and through him, till everything he says and does becomes religious, that man is worth a thousand sermons -- he is a living Gospel -- he comes in the spirit and power of Elias -- he is the image of God.Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1079803558390781722004-03-20T09:25:00.000-08:002004-03-20T09:28:56.436-08:00This is too funny!
Thanks, RLP and whoever directed you this route. I couldn't resist....Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1079378241045567412004-03-15T11:17:00.000-08:002004-03-15T12:08:50.640-08:00Like most parents of kids 10-13, we spend our weekends at sporting events. Different sports seasons overlap -- for example, basketball season begins before football and soccer seasons end, baseball/softball season begins before basketball season ends, and All Stars, All Conference (etc) for these sports tend to overlap the regular season, or at least extend the season a little further, thus Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1078021414257998412004-02-28T18:23:00.000-08:002004-02-28T18:25:39.733-08:00In the non-denominational setting we have chosen for our family's church experience, seasons such as Lent and Advent are not observed. I always miss the calendar days; the variations in the liturgy. I observe Lent with my kids (in a very informal manner) as well as Advent (also informal), but this year I wanted something more. This year I took them to Ash Wednesday service at Gen's little Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1077351371430098162004-02-21T00:16:00.000-08:002004-02-21T08:25:01.153-08:00I've been researching. Not in a graduate-student-going-for-the-doctorate sort of way, but in more of a I-need-answers-now sort of way. Here is what I've come up with.
First of all, Church History: the Kim Johnson condensed version. (Hold on to your seats, my historian friends...) Christianity managed to spread radically after Christ's resurrection for approximately 400 years before there wasKimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1077125005670417782004-02-18T09:23:00.000-08:002004-02-18T09:25:20.700-08:00Well I have finally finished reading the DaVinci Code. Finally.
I have been laboring through this book for several months. (Several unusually dramatic months, I must add.) Since I purchased the book, I have read (and re-read) Wishful Thinking (by Frederick Buechner), Like the Lion's Tooth (Marjorie Kellog), The Lake of Dead Languages (Carol Goodman), and parts of Drinking Coffee Elsewhere (Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1076946970130691152004-02-16T07:56:00.000-08:002004-02-16T07:58:34.653-08:00Found this link in a comment on the Real Live Preacher Site.
This after grappling to explain what the word "missional" means to me. Sometimes it's just better to stop talking and just point.Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1076698189186080672004-02-13T10:49:00.000-08:002004-02-13T12:50:18.030-08:00Okay. Inappropriate Disclosure about to happen here.
I need help. My shower is filthy and I can't seem to get it clean. Not really.
Anyone who knows me well knows that I suck at housework. This is a complete irony, because I really prefer clean. My husband (the ex marine) is awesome at cleaning. He's like a white tornado. Sometimes he'll send me off on an errand to get me out of the Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1076524684396072552004-02-11T10:38:00.000-08:002004-02-13T12:59:26.403-08:00Wow. It's over a week since my last post! I've tried to be deliberate about my visits to other blogs. This can really take up as much time as posting and puttering can! All good, I must add, albeit time consuming.
On a very sad note, my daughter's bird was found dead in his cage Sunday morning. If you have been reading a couple of posts back, you would know how weird this is for us at Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1075827450788882722004-02-03T08:57:00.000-08:002004-02-03T08:59:11.030-08:00I am frustrated by time constraints these days. I have so much to read, to write, to do -- it seems I'm unable to complete any of the tasks at hand. I want to thank all of you who have helped me with the technology of blogging. There are many things I'd like to do -- more of your blogs I'd like to add to my links, changes to the font size or color, etc. -- but I find I have to choose -- do I Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1075660871812390442004-02-01T10:41:00.000-08:002004-02-01T13:39:34.810-08:00I love words.
I love the complexity of their meanings and the power they can wield. I love that they are the only bridge that connects what is inside of me to you, or you to me.
The bridge they make is unfortunately very treacherous. There is, after all, a huge cavern -- a gorge -- between you and me. It is often like a suspension bridge swaying with the wind, and I am so fearful of Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1075361330446672572004-01-28T23:28:00.000-08:002004-01-29T06:55:50.746-08:00 I think there are times in my life when I am more of an observer than a participant. I don't think this is weird or bad in any way. Just a different way of recording the moments; a different level of cognizance. You seem to know even as a moment transpires that it is different than others. It is being recorded differently, and you know you will always remember the most obscure details. Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com0