September 30, 2003

a new look, and proud of it!

so what do you think? i have been wanting change for a while, but haven't gotten around to it.

i am so proud of myself, cause i figured it out by myself! (says hillary as she patts herself on the back rigorously!)

yes? no? i am not sure about the banner. whaddaya think?

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words of growth

Let Your Heart Be Broken

Let your heart be broken for a world in need:
Feed the mouths that hunger, soothe the wounds that bleed,
Give the cup of water and the loaf of bread
Be the hands of Jesus, serving in His stead.

Here on Earth applying principles of love,
Visible expression: God still rules above.
Living illustration of the Living Word
To the minds of all who’ve never seen or heard.

Blest to be a blessing, privileged to care,
Challenged by the need apparent everywhere.
Where mankind is wanting, fill the vacant place.
Be the means through which the Lord reveals his Grace.

Let your heart be tender and your vision clear;
See mankind as God sees, serve Him far and near.
Let your heart be broken by a brother’s pain;
Share your rich resources, give and give again.

Tune: Wye Valley (Like a River Glorious)

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somewhere green please.

The second book written and the third chronologically, you're the story of a Narnia hundreds of years after the last visit, populated by mythological creatures struggling to overthrow a king determined to wipe them out. Susan's Horn brings help when it's most needed ...

Find out which Chronicles of Narnia book you are.

joy had this on her website. i love it! here is my result.

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September 29, 2003

He did this for me.

3 He was dispised and rejected by men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief; and as one from whom men hide their faces he was despised, and we esteemed him not.

4 Surley he has borne our griefs and carried our sorrows; yet we esteemed him stricken.

5 But he was wounded for our transgressions; he was crushed for our iniquities; upon him was the chastisement that brought us peace, and with his stripes we are healed.

6 All we like sheep have gone astray; we have turned every one to his own way; and the LORD has laid on him the iniquity of us all.

7 He was oppressed, and he was afflicted, yet he opened not his mouth; like a lamb that is led to the slaughter, and like a sheep that before its shearers is silent, so he opened not his mouth.

8 By oppression and judgment he was taken away; and as for his generation, who considered that he was cut off out of the land of the living, stricken for the transgression of my people?

Is 53:3-8

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September 26, 2003

house of boxes

our house is a MESS!! it is quite interesting getting ready in the morning. it starts out with the towel search. then finding the right size of towel. then finding all the things i need to get ready with. especially my clothes. they are all in either boxes or bags....and trying to cook! deli stuff and eating out is looking better and better!

but despite the boxes and all the annoyances attatched to boxes, it is quite a nice house. i want all of you to come visit. even if you don't know me. i like any and all visitors.

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September 22, 2003

another happy birthday.

happy birthday to my mom. she is ** years old today. i have always wondered how it would feel to be ## years old, and now she is %% years old. i guess i will have to wait until i am $$ years old to find out what being ^^ years old is like.

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September 17, 2003

as frustrating as a skunk in a "have-a-heart" trap

so i have been having problems. not real problems, but trying to put pictures into my blog.

i got it to where i can do the hyperlink and get it to come up in another window, but what i really want is a thumbnail picture in the site instead of just a link.

ben and joy have been trying to help me on this but i guess either i am just plain stupid or something isn't right.

can anyone give any pointers on how to get a thumbnail picture in the text of the blog that when you click on it opens out into another big picture in movable type?

any and all suggestions welcome.

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September 15, 2003

the tea of death and destruction.

so i was innocently minding my own business today when i decided i was way too groggy for my own good. so i thought to myself, "self i should get a cup of tea!" i got so excited and replied to myself, "self, you are a genius! i just happen to have brought a cup of lady grey tea just this morning for the purpose of de-groggification!"

so i happily trotted off to the snack shoppe to get myself a nice cup of lady grey tea. how innocent and young i was at that time in my life. how stupid and naive i was.

i got the cup and got the tea and set about to get the hot water. all was going fine and dandy...until...THE LID. now THE LID didn't fit. i tried and tried to get THE LID to fit, but it didn't fit onto the cup. it was false advertisement i think. because they had THE LID sitting next to the cups of my desired size. so i was led astray falsely. so happy was i trying to get THE LID to fit when all of a sudden, there was mass rebellion. how can one control it? how can one tell THE LID and the cup to behave and be good and do the job they were intended to do. one doesn't just grin and bear it. one jumps up and down and throws a fit and stomps on the nearest bald bohemian midget one can find.

"what happened, hillary?" you may be asking yourself. well, it happened like this. THE LID jumped off into the trash and the tea (scalding hot may i remind my readers) jumped on to my jumper! (i am wearing a jumper today by the way.) so here i was in the middle of the snack shoppe with a lap full with tea of death and destruction.

"what is the moral of the story, hillary?" you may be asking. hold on.

MORAL: never go white water rafting with racoons. it only leads to one of you getting hurt. and almost 99.9999999999% of the time it is NOT the racoon that gets hurt!

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happy birthday bugs!

today is my baby brother drew's birthday. i think he is 14 today. or 15. boy am i a good sister or what! anyway, if you have time, write him a short note here and i will tell him about it. it would make his day! =)

thanks guys!

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September 11, 2003

a rebuke from a friend

13 therefore let us not pass judgement on one another any longer, but rather decide never to put a stumbling block or hindrance in the way of a brother.

14 i know and i am persuaded in the Lord Jesus that nothing is unclean in itself, but it is unclean for anyone who thinks it unclean.

15:1 we who are strong have an obligation to bear with the failings of the weak, and not to please ourselves.

2 let each of us please his neighbor for his good, to build him up

3 for Christ did not please himself, but as it is written, "the reproces of those who reproached you fell on me.

4 for whaterver was written in former days was written for our instruction, that through the encouragement of the scriptures we might have hope.

and here is the kicker folks

5. may the God of endurance and encouragement grant you to live in such harmony with one another, in accourd with Christ Jesus

6 that TOGETHER you may with one voice glorify the God and father of our Lord Jesus Christ.

7 therefore welcome one another as Christ has welcomed you, for the glory of God.

i can't write any more because my heart is too full and my mind hasn't worked it all out yet. come back tomorrow.

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wodehouse on pig calling

one of the first things you learn on a farm is hog-calling. pigs are temperamental. omit to call them, and they'll starve rather than put on the nose-bag. call them right, and they will follow you to the ends of the earth with their mouths watering.

these calls vary in different parts of america. in wisconsin, for example, the words, "poig, poig, poig" bring home--in both the literal and the figurative sense--the bacon. in illinois, i believe they call "burp, burp, burp," while in iowa the phrase "kus, kus, kus" is preferred. proceeding to minnesota, we find "peega, peega, peega" or, alternatel, "oink, oink, oink," whereas in milwaukee, so largely inhabited by those of german descent, you will hear the good old teuton "komm schweine, komm schweine." oh, yes, there are all sorts of pig-calls, from the massachusetts, "phew, phew, phew" to the "loo-ey, loo-ey, loo-ey" of ohio, not counting various local devices such as beating on tin cans with axes or rattling pebbles in a suit-case. i knew a man out in nebraska who used to call his pigs by tapping on the edge of the trough with his wooden leg. but a most unfortunate thing happened. one evening, hearing woodpecker at the top of a tree, they started shinning up it and when the man came out he found them all lying there in a circle with their necks broken.

most people don't know it, but i had it straight from the lips of fred patzel, the hog-calling champion of the western states that there is a master-word to call pigs. what a man! i've known him to bring pork chops leaping from their plates. he informed me that, no matter whether an animal has been trained to answer to the illinois "burp" or the minnesota "oink," it will always give immediate service in response to this magic combination of syllables. it is to the pig world what the masonic grip is to the human. "oink" in illinois or "burp" in minnesota, and the animal merely raises it eyebrows and stares coldly. but go to either state and call "pig-hoo-oo-ey!"......

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September 10, 2003

a little bit of wodehouse

blandings castle by p.g. wodehouse

a letter from the hon. freddie threepwood to his father, lord emsworth, blandings castle, shropshire

Dear Guv'nor,

Awfully sorry and all that, but couldn't hold out any longer. I've popped up to London in the two-seater and Aggie and I were spliced this morning. There looked like being a bit of a hitch at one time, but Aggie's guv'nor, who has come over from America, managed to wangle it all right by getting a special licence or something of that order. A most capable Johnny. He's coming to see you. He wants to have a good long talk with you about the whole binge. Lush him up hospitably and all that, would you mind, because he's a really sound egg, and you'll like him.

Well, cheerio!

Your affectionate son,


P.S.-you won't mind if i freeze on the two-seater for the nonce, what? It may come in useful for the honeymoon.

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September 08, 2003

a saturday to remember.

not many people put friends into the hospital for any extended period of time, but i, alas and alack the day, put my friend cory into a hospital.

you may ask how this dastardly deed was done, hold on and i will tell you.

it all started out as a fun peaceful day among friends (justin gerard, cory godbey, gwen egolf, ben kammer and i...if you can call that combo peaceful...heaven help us!). and it turned into mayhem and tragedy. well, maybe mayhem is too strong a word, but close.

we went to this waterfall and were harmlessly playing around and i accidently pushed cory a little too hard and he fell. i guess he either fell too hard or just the wrong way cause he dislocated his shoulder...........AND IT WAS ALL MY FAULT.

some fiendish and malicious people would probably tell you a more twisted version of what happened, but i can tell you with a clear heart and mind, that it was premeditated.....uh.........i mean NOT premeditated (freudian slip there.)

so whatever you do, try not to put your friends in the hospital. it really isn't healthy. ;)

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September 04, 2003

ben's drop scratch biscuts

don't try this at home kids.....

Ben's Drop Scratch Biscuits

2 containers of blue PlayDoh brand play dough
2 cups of McCormick Cloves
3 tablespoons of malt vinegar
1 bottle of Hershey's Chocolate Syrup
5 leveled tablespoons of "Authentic New Jersey scratch"
3/4 cup of packed brown sugar

Combine PlayDoh, cloves, vinegar, sugar and scratch into mixing bowl.
Knead until the consistency of wet PlayDoh with cloves. Stir in chocolate
syrup in increments until completely incorporated.

Drop bowl on floor. Gather ingredients onto greased baking sheet.
Wrap in tin foil and put in microwave for 3 months on high.

Yield: 2

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