tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35614668228735191572024-03-18T20:15:20.339-07:00Poco Locorachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05937858957322202773noreply@blogger.comBlogger76125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561466822873519157.post-79223454664194735692011-06-02T14:45:00.000-07:002011-06-02T15:13:23.423-07:00The Benefits of UnemploymentAfter having stamped my foot down in a very Shirley Temple like fashion and said that the only way I was going to raise my fare to South America was by pure employment means, God did what parents like to do with rebellious children who refuse to eat their spinach; make a VERY PUBLIC example of who is boss. I guess it didn't help that ireland has a 14 % and growing unemployment rate at the moment and that I have still yet to hone my expertise of scamming the government for welfare... but I was forced by desperation, boredom and the threat of my family becoming obese due to my cooking to go out and do ..... OUTREACH, yes that word that to some of us is synonymous with hunger, humiliation and in ireland hundreds of Hurling clubs ( wiki link for hurling <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hurling">here </a>for the uninformed ..... ) And yet despite the feet overworked from wearing heels, the continuous, " I'm sorry lads but like even though the queen and Mr. Obama were visiting, God bless them so... there is no money going around now so ! and other other hazards we face, its been good. The irish are the type that will give even though it means they will have to skip out on their trip to the pub or the parlor. Even the most of the Nos are followed with "fair play to ye lads, come back to me in a month and I will see what I can do." Doing the hard thing will make you cringe, make you want to crawl under the table and curse the day you were born... but it will also make you grow, meet people and get involved in situations you would have never otherwise donerachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05937858957322202773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561466822873519157.post-90989272345960391192011-03-24T12:17:00.000-07:002011-03-24T12:33:30.427-07:00Sushi virginDedicated to sekio...if she stumbles upon this and all those poor japanese people who are probably going through a sushi famine right now <div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwBJSycpQURl2DTXS-ga7kt1yQhZyCckwLc51G8poJYJuyNgL1vHoMUdQeP-gIWkvEZzI2CH2bxpfYXzxU8Tw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05937858957322202773noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561466822873519157.post-28033444462444888992011-03-05T09:45:00.000-08:002011-03-05T09:54:13.327-08:00If Jesus can do stunts with doves, then so can I<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMSgP2zLzYkULqt-bCzmtQGGyBP5G5PQRZl-e1L4Oko4rUpNaiW6Cqkwh9RucNHeeMFsND_kwdrzpMWXdkj7antSt7aVR-_NHaYccozpWrCSpiKWn4uqNG1REAVEawSv5u-ZdNqm8Ydxs/s1600/freedom.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMSgP2zLzYkULqt-bCzmtQGGyBP5G5PQRZl-e1L4Oko4rUpNaiW6Cqkwh9RucNHeeMFsND_kwdrzpMWXdkj7antSt7aVR-_NHaYccozpWrCSpiKWn4uqNG1REAVEawSv5u-ZdNqm8Ydxs/s400/freedom.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580654289265623058" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Since the dove with the olive branch, dove landing on saviour head scenarios had already been taken, I had to opt for something different. No birds were harmed in the making of this photo. Wind and Mountain are actually wind and real mountain, ( we like to keep things natural here ). </div>rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05937858957322202773noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561466822873519157.post-45842964874952874222011-02-14T11:05:00.000-08:002011-02-14T11:27:03.757-08:00Shot againI know for the past few years I've posted some sweet sentimental nonsense up here usually accompanied by a halfway sexual and ego boosting picture of myself, but this year I beg to differ. I suppose I've gotten shot this year but with the cynics arrow, and this year i'm not going to proclaim my love to you all which really was just a naive thing to do in the first place. Lets face it, love is loving someone through the good the bad and the ugly and being free with your " I love you"s will only make them less valuable. The free love campaign is over, and ego boosting pictures were not taken, confidence is going to have to come from another source this year.rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05937858957322202773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561466822873519157.post-13296151377225105912011-02-08T03:51:00.000-08:002011-02-08T05:22:39.240-08:00A buggered back equals a buggered ballerinaYes it happened, either something to do with a slipped disk or I've been way too enthusiastic in my karma sutra regime , my lower back is a ball of nerves paying me back for years of abuse, most self induced. The timing is ironically perfect as to add insult to injury ( yes quite literally ) yesterday I gave my back the 2 finger salute and braved ballet class only to find a new Russian Prima Ballerina had joined with arabesques, I kid you not, somewhere around this height<img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQyVhmJAmYARFAt7HehQxxryRoS2LlirfPAIAPZMos4KxLpXuekAtWPQl_rI6vDxZWvJaFomIprKk1YzD59BWNuFml4pBcfQjpISq6FjH1WM84iCQ8U_h0AYFrEL5CiQlZcIgpxTWiyQg/s400/arabesque.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571297755170679074" /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>"Those bloody Russians, is there anything that they're not good at, other than speaking English properly!" I murmured to myself, keeping my own leg no higher 45 degrees (any more was equivalent to someone tying me to a chair, supergluing headphones on and playing a WHOLE Adam Lambert album, torture ) .......and things went downhill from there. </div><div>Last night I spent sleepless and repenting of all those souls ( and their have been many ) I have criticized for using their bad backs as an excuse to get out of dinner dishes. Things were made no better by my granny posture this morning and someone telling everyone how I said " easy does it" when trying to roll over in the night. Apparently our charity visits to nursing home are no longer required, people come and see me instead. </div><div> Alas.... a buggered back equals a buggered ballerina, I have been banned from ballet and exercise for the next two weeks and been told to take things, very, very slow, hard when my craving for coffee this morning was fulfilled. I'll keep you updated on whether a wheelchair is purchased this week or not </div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div>rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05937858957322202773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561466822873519157.post-25652832800335968852011-01-21T07:51:00.001-08:002011-01-21T08:45:50.319-08:00Be Nice, pucker up !<div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 365px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6hGIJdmz48GPDlWLWX6X_jZUpGWrpK-yZQYBYQe1LHiizv_lXxYuZ_BrAQ_K1OlgMOKjcJdVX4IqnQWt8lkIrueqVQoU8sCyOhB9e2q5hfKF3NdF5GW4KDOJHcXOLn2lC77IFyRT-Gio/s400/kissing_ass.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564676675154573074" /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br />The amount of friends or people who declare love and adoration for another seems to be directly proportional to how much ass that "other" can kiss. Some people seem to be able to stand, nay enjoy kissing row upon row of rears, but other just haven't found that " acquired taste" and hope never to, I guess its like marmite, you either love it or hate it. However, the question must be asked, if these pushovers stopped agreeing with your every point, told you yes you did look fat in that dress, and no it IS your fault for continuing your love affair with butter, not the manufacture's size misprint, ceased to spam various facebooks with comments that are not real reflection of what they think but an attempt to keep in your good books........if, this all stopped would their fans still be star struck ? Unfortunately I must confessed , I like my ass kissed a good deal, I think we all do, its human nature to want to feel loved and accepted, but....... is it good for us ? Despite spreading a lot of proverbial germs, it does nothing but make us soft, squishy and saggy, not the type of ass you'd want to see when crunch time comes and those speedos of real life need to be donned. Am I attempting to instigate a rudeness revolution where we all throw curses at each other rather than complements? No! I'm trying to annihilate one. Rows of adults with their pants around their ankles waiting like some scene from Disney to be kissed is what I consider rude. How about we try pulling up our pants and see if we can get along without a daily need for lip service</div>rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05937858957322202773noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561466822873519157.post-61950468810198422682011-01-03T12:50:00.000-08:002011-01-03T13:14:54.153-08:00Christmas day and new years<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVTPWpoSkZ6IeKYFn8KkQQ_82j15XJbUZnbgUiPpLhkMaHc0a_1pwSG_1NnH2zkmtmwXEB8wmGO1bV__4KVTdphxeooKafMYt6oUxhjkB3TEFoedFqbWlbXCqP3dgumhioR0IIFXis8zk/s1600/IMG_6969.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVTPWpoSkZ6IeKYFn8KkQQ_82j15XJbUZnbgUiPpLhkMaHc0a_1pwSG_1NnH2zkmtmwXEB8wmGO1bV__4KVTdphxeooKafMYt6oUxhjkB3TEFoedFqbWlbXCqP3dgumhioR0IIFXis8zk/s400/IMG_6969.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558069795909065218" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjgA4n25xucew56JnOkZOqWu3uggMbkwxuPVrxKii2yQ7i1pAbdIU2NPZ8smZiUKgPz7q4-QTibZEFxY9cDA2foCmg52TdxSRBwg9FBYm8b91CMlViHQtgXkicqYCisMhemc0HebNH1tI/s1600/IMG_7071.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjgA4n25xucew56JnOkZOqWu3uggMbkwxuPVrxKii2yQ7i1pAbdIU2NPZ8smZiUKgPz7q4-QTibZEFxY9cDA2foCmg52TdxSRBwg9FBYm8b91CMlViHQtgXkicqYCisMhemc0HebNH1tI/s400/IMG_7071.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558067611781403474" /></a>A few photos of christmas dinner and our rock and roll new years party. My commitments for the new year include traveling, learning a new language, and not cheating on my blog with facebook, I'll let you know how many of these actually come to fruition.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJAn2RnebSjyH_SYKsaYhMjatJGWinPkNgbnVElzTocj0ytEWeKGPp1fT095Fj7gUBgoG5hOpqUDXG410GSpnwT43viuOAkbEk6YTq8KJWQnZTmDLARiXcuMa-RoXa2CC3lv1lghtqbgo/s1600/DSC_5526.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJAn2RnebSjyH_SYKsaYhMjatJGWinPkNgbnVElzTocj0ytEWeKGPp1fT095Fj7gUBgoG5hOpqUDXG410GSpnwT43viuOAkbEk6YTq8KJWQnZTmDLARiXcuMa-RoXa2CC3lv1lghtqbgo/s400/DSC_5526.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558065809338714706" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCdAhMW9STio3sVhJxD-pFplyHbAB15X4_h5E2OLfBSjL9jFfZNURaKqhuZckH4ZvUexsGTRo7Qa9BmK02NM-9clR1HqPuATls6j5M2LppqDpfLsU6G_43D9sqLT05YAOsSxRjlSpDsz8/s1600/DSC_5474.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCdAhMW9STio3sVhJxD-pFplyHbAB15X4_h5E2OLfBSjL9jFfZNURaKqhuZckH4ZvUexsGTRo7Qa9BmK02NM-9clR1HqPuATls6j5M2LppqDpfLsU6G_43D9sqLT05YAOsSxRjlSpDsz8/s400/DSC_5474.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558065278645028530" /></a>rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05937858957322202773noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561466822873519157.post-23910813535057755852010-12-16T11:42:00.001-08:002010-12-16T12:11:57.863-08:00Shows 3 and 4Our third show was for a large company here in Saint Soupplets, and one that I'd rather not harp on for the simple embarrassing fact that I, ....... fell off stage. Thankfully it was only a 3 foot fall and in my defense it was during a song where we had to look to the ceiling whilst waltzing forwards. Nevertheless I am now nursing a rather bruised ego and a even more bruised right foot which took the brunt of my fall. The next day we had another show so chinese style, my foot was bound to stop the blood rush rather than foot growth and off we went to <a href="http://www.centerparcs.co.uk/">Centre Parcs </a> where we cajoled men from the Squash Courts to come and watch a bunch of dancing, singing Mother Christmas... but that in itself is a whole other story <div><br /></div><div>You see the far too happy smiles on everyone's faces? this picture was taken right after my fall </div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3wJgojI7O8mi3fdAOyhwH1E2tu8hKPEkLm0h2ttfunZvzDo2EVCS1erkhHnLH1zFGsZCmBfm8TjS87h7VgeMnZ4znCpsiT1s4msRBQqOoa9tJSjw1rtwaTSLgESXhvXDfmrEMYIFvYQ0/s400/P1011794.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551373109485706802" /><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPfy_HJxVOCS0Dp7JHYOBN_7UJDxq_RG77TIWkflteQXmLWoVJLXH1i4zR_2Gvsdh1KWnLPOnxbyRLcE4vjVszrJc8c0rxuLrVsyDzt3yJISA33Z-uvZGyG2Ya54sGKbvWCFPwyNrJ4JY/s400/P1011775.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551373409701435266" /><div><br /></div>rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05937858957322202773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561466822873519157.post-30586830282012065482010-12-09T06:48:00.000-08:002010-12-10T08:12:32.070-08:00NATO show<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEo7Uzj1Ba1svm7n2p0LP_4iEE8zjH8OojbMPm18rXQqzM0h4k0tft7k0rIp4Pg8wjGX1-If4fVR-Av0yufoSoE1021rmKbMM4rB-LBmjFnKM56sWom6dvYvVB5Evh_88A3D6qMx8uvp8/s1600/DSC_0098.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEo7Uzj1Ba1svm7n2p0LP_4iEE8zjH8OojbMPm18rXQqzM0h4k0tft7k0rIp4Pg8wjGX1-If4fVR-Av0yufoSoE1021rmKbMM4rB-LBmjFnKM56sWom6dvYvVB5Evh_88A3D6qMx8uvp8/s400/DSC_0098.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549083436787089218" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhObeVITng_JoWVhGK_3xkI-wumKoK1Xc1JmSeh3R_HAOW4qY7UfQ6OZrnPJ2l81R0_A8X_cL662WTzx0-0jSbiXH0jyGZnZpZjPBt6kjJV6teZVh8PK0IqVsWSR2j4M3zF7kMwHEHkN7w/s1600/DSC_0094.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhObeVITng_JoWVhGK_3xkI-wumKoK1Xc1JmSeh3R_HAOW4qY7UfQ6OZrnPJ2l81R0_A8X_cL662WTzx0-0jSbiXH0jyGZnZpZjPBt6kjJV6teZVh8PK0IqVsWSR2j4M3zF7kMwHEHkN7w/s400/DSC_0094.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549082846004244322" /></a><br />Saturday morning dawned but there was no rest for the wicked. The 10 members of the show troupe were up at 6 eating breakfast and running around trying to find that last missing ballet shoe. We were off to brussels for intense security checks and a performance at the NATO headquarters. They found a bomb dating from the second world war whilst we were there so there was a controlled explosion. Here are 2 pictures for your amusementrachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05937858957322202773noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561466822873519157.post-85653165035691537102010-11-28T04:15:00.000-08:002010-11-28T04:44:28.589-08:00A Rare Mongolian RabbitSomeone gave me a copy of "Chocolate for a Mother's Heart" recently ( kind of a sweeter version of chicken soup for the soul ). Why and what would inspire someone to give me a book like this is beyond me, all that rubbish about cancers being the motherly type I believe is a fabrication to help to ease into our motherhood role when it finally comes around ( and it does happen to almost everyone, whether chosen or accidental ). Anyways I did read it and found this story, I know alot of people who have a "rare mongolian rabbit" right now, and I though this might lift some spirits... <div><br /></div><div><p align="center" style="text-align: center; line-height: 17.25pt; font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;">THE RARE MONGOLIAN RABBIT” story by Maureen Nunn from the book <b><u>Chocolate For A Mother’s Heart</u></b></span></p><p style=" ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;">Perhaps the frequency with which it so often happens nowadays should have lessened the pain; misery does love company; after all. But hearing that my husband's job would be "phased out" was unforgettable and shocking.</span></p><p style=" ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;">John, my husband of ten years, expressed his concern over this nightmare occurrence. He assured me that he would do everything possible to get a job to provide for our family. With three children under the age of five and one due very shortly, we relied on his income entirely.</span></p><p style=" ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;">"Life goes on," John said, more outwardly upbeat than I over the situation. "We have our health, and after all, it's only a job. Besides, the company will continue paying me for three more months. I'll surely have a new job by then. Just relax and don't worry:"</span></p><p style=" ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;">With his excellent university and professional credentials, I figured he must be right. He was a former Olympic athlete and knew about taking on a challenge. His father died when John was young, so he took on the responsibility of keeping his mother, sister, and brother together. My husband knew how to work hard and smart. But as the months passed and no job possibilities materialized for him, I grew more and more fearful and less "faith-abiding." What if he couldn't find a job? Under other circumstances I could have returned to classroom teaching, but our fourth child was due in less than three months.</span></p><p style=" ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;">With little money in our savings account, the mortgage payment two months behind, and no possible income from any other source, I whittled away at our daily-living budget.</span></p><p style=" ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;">Eventually our food budget became almost nonexistent. One day while in the supermarket with my children, I noticed a young box boy packing overly ripe fruit and outdated food into cardboard boxes. Hesitantly, I inquired about the destination of the food. "We sell it real cheap, and whatever isn't sold is thrown away," he said. I eyed the aging carrots, celery, and tomatoes. Food we could use for weeks. What, I wondered, is the proper etiquette for begging for food for one's children?</span></p><p style=" ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;">"We have a rare Mongolian rabbit!” I heard myself blurt out, glancing at my three hungry children. "I'd' be interested in purchasing the food for the rabbit."</span></p><p style=" ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;">He replied easily, "Since it's just a rabbit, there won't be any charge."</span></p><p style=" ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;">That day he loaded five boxes of produce into my car. We talked while he worked, me sharing information about my soon-to-be-expanding family and him talking about his. His name was Jeff. I learned he came from a family of five where finances were tight. This job helped pay for his college education.</span></p><p style=" ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;">Weeks went by, and Jeff began packing the boxes with outdated or damaged items - peanut butter, soup, and cheese - that were otherwise still good but would be thrown away. "Surely a rare rabbit would eat all these items," he said, explaining their inclusion. As the weeks turned into months, we discovered, hidden under the produce, laundry detergent, milk, juice, butter. . . the list goes on and on. Jeff started phoning me every time he had a box of "rabbit food" ready. Now and then, he brought the boxes to our home. He never inquired after the rabbit, content instead to leave its food and be on his way.</span></p><p style=" ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;">When our fourth daughter was born, my elation was tinged with worry about our financial future. "0 Lord, please," I begged. "You promised you would never give us more than we can handle. What do you want us to do? Help!"</span></p><p style=" ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;">My husband slipped into the hospital room and said, "I have good news and sad news. The good news is that this morning I've been offered a very exciting job." I closed my eyes and thanked God for his many blessings. "The sad news," he continued, "is that the rare Mongolian rabbit is gone."</span></p><p style=" ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;">It turned out Jeff no longer worked at the supermarket. While I'd been busy with the birth of our new baby, he had moved, the manager said, and left no forwarding address.</span></p><p style=" ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;">Over the next ten years I made good on my silent promise to repay the kindness of all who had helped us throughout that difficult time. But my thanks were incomplete. Then one day, a decade later, there was Jeff standing in the store's office. I noticed the title MANAGER on his name badge.</span></p><p style=" ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;">How does one adequately thank the person who offers assistance without compromising your pride, extends a hand without sapping your strength, and believes in the rare Mongolian rabbits hiding somewhere in each of our lives? I'm not surprised Jeff's risen up the ranks. He has a rare gift. He knew how to listen loudly to my special plea.</span></p><p style=" ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;">"Mrs. Nunn!" he exclaimed, I think of you and your family often. How is the rabbit?" he inquired softly.</span></p><p style=" ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"><span style=" ;font-family:Arial;">Taking Jeff's hands into mine, I whispered with a wink, "Thanks for asking. The rabbit moved on long ago, and we couldn't be better."</span></p><p style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "> </p></div>rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05937858957322202773noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561466822873519157.post-91842398319309412562010-11-07T10:04:00.000-08:002010-11-07T10:44:20.084-08:00Autumn through a Nikon D 60When the sun comes out in ireland or more fittingly put, when the rain stops re-rinsing your laundry, you better grab the opportunity to do whatever it is normal, sunny people get to do. This is why my little sister found me shaking her from a late-night poetry writing induced sleep at 9 in the morning on her free day, (apparently a crime punishable by long sullen silences if done to teenagers ). "Wake up" I squeal at 95 decibels ( also another morning crime ) " the sun is shining, the clouds aren't raining and we are not going to miss this chance to turn me into America's next top model and you into America's next top fashion photographer (Disclaimer: I did not actually say this but it sounded conceited which apparently fits just perfectly into the image some people like to have of me so I'll leave it in there for their sakes ... enjoy ). Moving on ... it does bother me that I'm usually the one in front of the lens instead of the one behind it, but since my sisters are not on God's most yielded list, combined with the fact that there IQ level of how to use our Nikon is far higher than mine .... things usually ends up like this..........<div><br /></div><div>( p.s. as with all good Angus photos (Amber excluded ), none of these are photoshopped except to add a border. The concepts were joint, between Noelle and I. Credits to her for the photography, Mom for her Isa Dora make up kit, and God for coming up with the genious idea of autumn )<br /><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiriE8mUex-bgbIukYpoogW2UrAjntckFM-sNzkQwjGim_0duQY93u_W3YhHHzo6vBKo6snf2Ms5-QUg75EQL9bPRrvG9FLWCRo25qU1QuUJIliyMXNDlrQXkQX_G-Y5iMXgG1Jsxs9MTc/s400/autumn+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536876907955906242" /><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhilKU-1oDLVHXt6yi3QUS5jXbCn93j1AOEx2QZeVrLb2GG4CSCqlSgeVKDPVPrRgCXpMz0-zN_Ts1h0eP63Gmvch429I7xJ3zHqjcg8HOMhLfTWQ7CGGD5wnPZXqYpRL3xxqfkBAKr0ls/s400/autumn2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536878227328583730" /><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 257px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPrWv2N_E_g9A2uBE0tLAPpRxFpW7EA56puRZ2fJUs7RpOzPGQ40b_KR0BuVtAoxvz6gi2fr-TLUxBHTSOqhnqpVVIO262iv-c527bLAU7vEwPumJ9cmB1fD6oOBPL5aJfsriKb0EmZu0/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536876303819262066" /><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOuIoNC7Kg3Yrsb6QDQtNZKi8SyOdtqcv0369DvNxy8I3pHHVLni3GL0O4_Pef3KyGJAdQRSFnY37wboLTNjiZR4cJ5ZF6rmYEfeCsv2gMRb8e1Y6r4VsWfUrvMSk01ZOyrVhgB8LDwcI/s400/autumn1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536877523380880322" /></div>rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05937858957322202773noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561466822873519157.post-37037126742614202442010-10-26T12:38:00.000-07:002010-10-30T16:05:30.388-07:00Dance, in le france<div>Here are a couple bloopers of our dance practice. We filmed mainly to see placements and mistakes we make, more to come. Things are going well and besides a bruised bottom, the dancing has been doing its job of keeping the french cheese from making the aforementioned body part, any bigger.<span><span></span></span><br /><div><br /></div><br /></div><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyWrXHDdg9x69isYbDXu5C2T23OL7FXYVvJ3Qim_K3h-EKnH0E7ZZyIV6DAHpny9N1FRxjIyYGFILttMbrPrQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxO7eKJh1Ra8QWiYjM6cPxKPNWt0lfbWXpyn9GtvEAmlsjx0uCu5xNJE5wHupQsHVe0rQMmvVQZlznMgVte6w' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05937858957322202773noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561466822873519157.post-79908438877544119712010-09-23T11:08:00.000-07:002010-09-23T11:42:06.305-07:00Summer and TidesI've neglected yet again... but its taken me this long to get over the PSMing heterosexual blonde at border control into Ukraine, who despite my best attempts at learning "please", "thank you" and " those gold teeth are so you" in Russian, refused to let that beetroot painted frownn upside down. Summer here has in true Irish fashion turned into a European monsoon, except for one weekend, in late august, where instead of getting wet by the rain, we chose to go surfing and and fishing, just to see if we were missing out on anything by choosing the freshwater showers.<div><br /></div><div>see that fish, thats my first catch fish<br /><div><br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgriiYfh6pJsaFurD1Ker_hbok6nIS40zHfSEhkiicTZREk1Stgzj8vgCWbro3ixc0bLyP_honV_1ESgesZvbLSLU0w7BJQhAATEL6G_H13J1k0706z6h6zqQTJ5ziyQGybQd12GAQrkhc/s400/pictures+327.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520178669104608418" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></div><div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKgAvDHWKiZMa_2lZazMC7ATDg3QHyckrifhWZXMaanNoYqVhZgz6mFTnmS9ChA2XbNSNonEIxCDWmddMB5-Gjb_y_gZs0PiTzKwKCoORMX3e28h_c7WmEN-SA3p6Er1u-EDPrCDALamw/s400/pictures+219.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520180067126626722" /></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); 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-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div></div></div>rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05937858957322202773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561466822873519157.post-47925448741986467612010-07-19T11:53:00.000-07:002010-07-19T12:28:42.374-07:00The Alhambra and Venice<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3-Xyli1Z_dXjkTXaVvDNMQNpf9mHTZW7al3A6FdTxsN5ETSARD8LacSRZB5ER9O69-ApIgzSW6IFKyEmZEvGcCzI6c9wBbhsn9op06UAhHjepga66FmABJRFuB5A6UqrCNKjAZMsHSiA/s1600/S6300244.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3-Xyli1Z_dXjkTXaVvDNMQNpf9mHTZW7al3A6FdTxsN5ETSARD8LacSRZB5ER9O69-ApIgzSW6IFKyEmZEvGcCzI6c9wBbhsn9op06UAhHjepga66FmABJRFuB5A6UqrCNKjAZMsHSiA/s400/S6300244.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495699621096870978" /></a>I'd love to go into detail about these two wonders of the world but word would fail me and my typing attention span isn't that long. It's suffice to say that these two places should be on everyone's bucket list. 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You wonder what I mean by this? First of all lets get down to the core of the matter which is a good portion of the population getting a sudden urge to pick up a camera and play paparazzi, either with humans or nature ( I'm not complaining here as there have been some excellent shots from people's learning evolution. ) There has however, a been an unnaturally large surge in people buying cameras, quoting focal numbers and calling themselves " artists". So what does make a good photo? In years gone by it was good composition, a comprehensive understanding of how your camera works and some knowledge of the workings of light and optics. That, however is no longer a pre-requesit of a decent looking photo, as it has been replaced by that dreaded yet fateful crutch .... PHOTOSHOP , or for the more sophisticated of you Adobe Lightroom. Goodness how the masterminds have grown ! Once something preserved for teenagers who had sugar addictions and wanted to cover up the ensuing evidence on their skin, or Britney Spears' chronic cellulite, has now seem to become the natural process every photo goes through before being published. Lighting changes, over exposure or underexposure corrected, glows, shines, darkness, light effects, colour enhancements, and yes, the acne fix for those of us who are now ruining our liver etc. The list is endless, you name it and enough hours sat in front of your computer with photoshop as your loving guide will fix it. Some incredible pictures have come out of this process; unfortunately this leaves us with a dilemma. When a stunning photograph is view the question must be asked " did you really take this photo?" or was it just you, your photo, and photoshop in a steamy, colourful five hour threesome that produced this masterpiece. I'll leave you with the closest thing I can find to an example of what I mean, kindly donated by my sister amber, quite the mastermind with photoshop, but thankfully for other's badly taken pictures and not her own<img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik7oDNndH3f1tTfY8bJa7SAeoiA_dBkI1glNoIsZGtWBb7gN-eE-8amzaNHpays8pAyXxKT3sLoXeEiaa3oPSXJx62be63D0qHAwrINgB4PdHjiLD8d_b8GYvR5BOqt-6xXnWstyDvzaY/s400/Angel+Concept+Before.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475305434692878130" /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBg4-dxc23klKV5iHFMCLgIHdaKnbxPcB7z4uqd4zIc_priDgzsbBZxa5Btggk6ntv4Pqdp8ZqUscwP29XgE73izvlClrYKG-VOHtOzYNwdBAKI2Bi7YRAvqdkXJWM831TBv2Q7Atmw68/s400/Angel+Concept+After.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475305711912638578" /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Disclaimer: I do myself own a copy of Photoshop CS3 but my level of using competence is still at the teenaged skin problem stage. I also do own or co-own a Nikon D60 and enjoy experimenting, but do not profess any knowledge of how to use it professionally, only rediscovering a week ago that aperture and shutter speed are somewhat proportional to one another</div>rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05937858957322202773noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561466822873519157.post-46959777203210136572010-05-02T08:17:00.000-07:002010-05-02T09:02:27.358-07:00sunshine, sleeping bags, and soccerAfter four months of a self inflicted fellowship fast it was time to get all 12 members of the other home over here for 2 days of mass united get out ( with couples split and put on opposite teams, just to make things that bit more..... interesting :D ) and kilos of pasta to keep us from possibly losing any weight from the pre mentioned activities. photographic evidence follows<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTojU4NZ9dEh_V5urlxD2pq-9jFn-ggwPwQp65OSm2lEPcPpdgsMtKXQ_YFn8wfG27vR7xjzYODcxUoYz8wsWf1iG-rBE82Zr04vpTvvYzbShiMk4uLdN994XaGT2A86gISF27Z8rlCgw/s1600/Library+-+5003.jpg"></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTojU4NZ9dEh_V5urlxD2pq-9jFn-ggwPwQp65OSm2lEPcPpdgsMtKXQ_YFn8wfG27vR7xjzYODcxUoYz8wsWf1iG-rBE82Zr04vpTvvYzbShiMk4uLdN994XaGT2A86gISF27Z8rlCgw/s1600/Library+-+5003.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><br /></a></span><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTojU4NZ9dEh_V5urlxD2pq-9jFn-ggwPwQp65OSm2lEPcPpdgsMtKXQ_YFn8wfG27vR7xjzYODcxUoYz8wsWf1iG-rBE82Zr04vpTvvYzbShiMk4uLdN994XaGT2A86gISF27Z8rlCgw/s1600/Library+-+5003.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="float:left; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfN3FqzURvSqSima1qziS6xNmdXkHqr-cNb5EGUnVaq0TGOcWF8R5lajJc6lFzOgGyd2QSh06h2svkbUzp5k26I5dibAlQjNBgStzuMIxhZEO9cGLmGdvoKbCB9Eai30mX3DAc5kfPCdg/s400/Library+-+4694.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466696048895782018" /></a><br /></div></div>rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05937858957322202773noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561466822873519157.post-27116523303105762312010-04-28T06:16:00.000-07:002010-04-28T06:29:25.378-07:00I strongly dislike it when<div><br /></div><div>. people who you know gossiped, maligned, and insulted you years ago now all of a sudden want to be your friends and make up because it is in their social interest </div><div>. people play at home politics </div><div>. people don't live up to their full potential because hard work scares them</div><div>. the ones with trustworthy faces turn out to be chronic liars</div><div>. people play the popularity ladder ( one hopes they fall and break their face sooner rather than later ) </div><div>. people engage in conversation only when personal interest is involved </div>rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05937858957322202773noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561466822873519157.post-29552295345522032852010-03-24T06:44:00.000-07:002010-03-24T15:03:12.700-07:00Emotions, a woman's own femme fataleIt's such a shameful irony that the thing that defines us as womenkind, also can be traced as the cause of most of our downfalls. Why is it that we insist time and time again on subjecting ourselves to the thing we know will only cause us pain and embarrassment in the end. Yes I am talking about our emotions, that raging torrent of a tsunami that washes over any clear thinking we may have possessed previously. The most shocking fact is that we willingly subject ourselves to this natural disaster on a daily basis comforting ourselves with the oh so cliche phrase " it shows im a human and have a heart." Then we sit back and wonder why our male counterparts sometime are really quite clueless to our "eccentric behavior" and come to the conclusion that these aliens from Venus really aren't to be taken seriously. Unfortunately this is still a man's world and until we start acting a bit more like the predictable creatures men are, we will never succeed far in the business world. For who would want to work with something so unpredictable when in this line of work your job life is dependent on the ability to predict your customers, trends in the market and employees. Goodness this sounds like its turned into another self-help lecture aimed at the author.rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05937858957322202773noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561466822873519157.post-63554079558174471802010-03-20T13:38:00.000-07:002010-03-20T13:44:26.430-07:00Marmite and then some<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh10SXOxCdQqzEMd_5kcsNvtzeqrQVfHPOH94F9hmGUJSzit4jNvaB09rR1lc4IeX_dzwZIdJAfbSDPz5kz40VTAFPeL0OZiPzBA0BmXYmJ-zH27Wyuo_Fan8fB-6n1_DAGw9gFvz5-BDs/s1600-h/marmite.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh10SXOxCdQqzEMd_5kcsNvtzeqrQVfHPOH94F9hmGUJSzit4jNvaB09rR1lc4IeX_dzwZIdJAfbSDPz5kz40VTAFPeL0OZiPzBA0BmXYmJ-zH27Wyuo_Fan8fB-6n1_DAGw9gFvz5-BDs/s400/marmite.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450819270123923746" /></a><br />Taking the love of marmite toast to a whole new level, which in this case is only a pleasure. I saw this ad whilst out and had to share it hoping to win some new converts..... ladies :D<div><br /></div>rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05937858957322202773noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561466822873519157.post-62109546249369322852010-03-15T11:55:00.000-07:002010-03-15T12:09:47.436-07:00All creatures great and small<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmHh-_tTdklBD3emIBOPo2SvS19dzky0in8HcjyoiWXQJJDT0-tFw-axV6EFHbufR3z9he_J-GFn-0xYIiLg1OloGmMeNA7GGWuVqeIIWMV1mQmYd8aBEiHxQuxE-_6pzZHoD6oRFvCgQ/s1600-h/horse4.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 318px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmHh-_tTdklBD3emIBOPo2SvS19dzky0in8HcjyoiWXQJJDT0-tFw-axV6EFHbufR3z9he_J-GFn-0xYIiLg1OloGmMeNA7GGWuVqeIIWMV1mQmYd8aBEiHxQuxE-_6pzZHoD6oRFvCgQ/s400/horse4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448939757177109810" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHFwfaVgBUV2u-ysKj7U9MSmf5HM7VcCtY3ef4WHdN33yneJu5V6lPnoccpl1yIE18BsjeI_Aq-So_sOFGO_WNLTWMSmUdCYo4UVDEl8qJAnlqTJBbok98WKIHIFL7AGg4Mb9BnkXcdOg/s1600-h/horse.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHFwfaVgBUV2u-ysKj7U9MSmf5HM7VcCtY3ef4WHdN33yneJu5V6lPnoccpl1yIE18BsjeI_Aq-So_sOFGO_WNLTWMSmUdCYo4UVDEl8qJAnlqTJBbok98WKIHIFL7AGg4Mb9BnkXcdOg/s400/horse.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448939428625009538" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNpHoBwo2jpPEPtYieibenc6rQamN07wr_8EVLFiW0EuNF0oUpuU73G-NOQUn_a6XxYGlMiM5Zg5LoKaY-RiO4bjMZk9cykmnhyeGQJc_0dmx-V3vtLvb4_h438-HtHuPJc8AZvXKqAOs/s1600-h/DSC_1644.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNpHoBwo2jpPEPtYieibenc6rQamN07wr_8EVLFiW0EuNF0oUpuU73G-NOQUn_a6XxYGlMiM5Zg5LoKaY-RiO4bjMZk9cykmnhyeGQJc_0dmx-V3vtLvb4_h438-HtHuPJc8AZvXKqAOs/s400/DSC_1644.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448939151664719298" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrSHxwnxTNKkKqpybvzFF6pDmYHPhSFdfBtwrLGiRQ0XZMlggmBcSQMeGwRj6XuOeqrxCktM9btDTm0XYOSCi5sdtphYlSx7nnCW7eHb8dDE2qOfl_of3po3Snc6VOZxoHdTg3O6JMMcE/s1600-h/horse3.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrSHxwnxTNKkKqpybvzFF6pDmYHPhSFdfBtwrLGiRQ0XZMlggmBcSQMeGwRj6XuOeqrxCktM9btDTm0XYOSCi5sdtphYlSx7nnCW7eHb8dDE2qOfl_of3po3Snc6VOZxoHdTg3O6JMMcE/s400/horse3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448938199687195794" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho7yEED3PBXHNdVVGKdmbMLka3vO0KTRmgc3X24lzt_Vxb_nrC-aYaxyLLIipn-YnK6IFzdTDi0fI2pTktg61aP6fBqcfUb5dtkAAcQRPWrtdw_ZIrIGXyhA2Z7k_DutmFow5jY4LCVWI/s1600-h/bunnies.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho7yEED3PBXHNdVVGKdmbMLka3vO0KTRmgc3X24lzt_Vxb_nrC-aYaxyLLIipn-YnK6IFzdTDi0fI2pTktg61aP6fBqcfUb5dtkAAcQRPWrtdw_ZIrIGXyhA2Z7k_DutmFow5jY4LCVWI/s400/bunnies.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448937986404408066" /></a><br />For all those of you who might believe I think of animals ( the real ones that God made, not that person who voted against your point last home council ) as only a financial nuisance, here is to prove otherwise. Arguably though, none of these "little creatures" actually belong to me.....rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05937858957322202773noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561466822873519157.post-51553855322404341972010-02-13T13:57:00.000-08:002010-02-13T14:05:35.555-08:00Shooting with a purpose<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_i-_RIa6hjtEXRb1IvMTyJT7qla0lZ-v0JROmR3Yxt4vY2iURedkBaS24xoQ56r8YJYUXPTy58IGXGyBzMTmDR82ZXw1WPMe6dwr2xLK6gNGheGAS9QNtHPSZewyayafvubgV_ebkNMU/s1600-h/copy+1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_i-_RIa6hjtEXRb1IvMTyJT7qla0lZ-v0JROmR3Yxt4vY2iURedkBaS24xoQ56r8YJYUXPTy58IGXGyBzMTmDR82ZXw1WPMe6dwr2xLK6gNGheGAS9QNtHPSZewyayafvubgV_ebkNMU/s400/copy+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437851138027334466" /></a>Because violence and love can be combined in complementary amounts . Hoping you all get mortally wounded this year xxxxxxrachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05937858957322202773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561466822873519157.post-34690000611526609202010-01-24T07:51:00.001-08:002010-01-24T08:19:54.037-08:00Snow SurfingA concept that only the most senior of Angus' could come up with in such harsh weather conditions. Ireland had a week of a mini ice-age, ( I'm supposing God is trying to prepare us for when he calls us to be the first missionaries to the penguins in Antarctica ). Anyways surfing was definitely off limits for all those wanting to keep their extremities frostbite-free. So Mr. Steve,determined not to let this deter our extreme sport outings, takes us snow surfing........ see for yourself<img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilGg8o2NGSMM6cidEqDtWSpWk_9rx6zdUdB31oqtHT-UIbYjN4J5c3ROl4IBlQ9KipT2F4G5nmXlHBddCUx5Imd6dLht5OkquvFvxNpjKHtTvDSvfit2QvfoK5N0aQwMVnHeFN5wg1GMs/s400/Library+-+5467.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430341705555255218" /><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE6YRlw0hntKKYy_iPhwxMauYFU5KdEvOcRfe19RsJMH7OMS7XMBpULHxyhZwBf1RRnB8B6gIrDPqMDJhJNtk2nRcj-juSEvj_3CFqcT-f-EDHJPldtNe-U1zzc6X3E0dNUor5d4DCQcQ/s400/Library+-+5475.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430341438263221970" /><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7_L0oOXTnkjI-6dovZboGuSerzl6hprZQZOgrvh5lbR7UiwVEY69UsqBl3FKsVWV7d-D8ElPDQomZWP44hpNxAtgU30NAOPCuVCKfmZ0ugS4I_FNt6EdDmQPrZROKGbkt_X3Y2rJptb8/s400/Library+-+5375.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430341230219756514" /><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1w_se-Dm7SdFL17Oe3eie0ekROOYm9tPdLw0uOkM6lbn7EYD62Z1bQnn3OTMrXVBd9-2Mz8hshQL6EqiGRQCZJS11lvW97V2mXHjUE-VBV9Ck90HnSjnR9MzUCcXXLz8doYG3htjFSOE/s400/Library+-+5440.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430341010295136258" /><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi69yyvdI0RT0leB2pVdcuEy40zvd2KfThul5swUQZHn_GuXtMntn-ekvHa-3kvYV1TIMe1nfoELDEbomwRsrZoaijfOK1B0K_AzfsUezLgs5dq_koHx53mWxfiY2Tv2oowoNbMuuKrsE4/s400/Library+-+5371.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430340733062112178" />rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05937858957322202773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561466822873519157.post-17312035466390199342010-01-03T10:08:00.000-08:002010-01-04T06:49:07.074-08:00New Years<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6rTMaWjZRy_0b4AlzJphEa9t5uclMl2qEav7VMiCX09FvqKSQZy-0zpa6g3bqYuMmnm5DhqttmFbUN0EGOI7QvEwo8L0T_PYsr9d__WZGR_ImcyDg8_czY8pPHhHNspFFM0zi-rk9UtM/s1600-h/DSC_2464.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6rTMaWjZRy_0b4AlzJphEa9t5uclMl2qEav7VMiCX09FvqKSQZy-0zpa6g3bqYuMmnm5DhqttmFbUN0EGOI7QvEwo8L0T_PYsr9d__WZGR_ImcyDg8_czY8pPHhHNspFFM0zi-rk9UtM/s400/DSC_2464.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422889743483485954" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHza07USugq86b8EWPQ0Dj_uCV7a8BwLklOdsBgNJkRwv1570Wlh6uMViPJMgoT8x69uX-6O8Y2el74_xf9lxiR4brHyuW-QS21KHMKoSpwMHHkKv9xAWa4d4ebw2tWf0rY9RvQrh5-II/s1600-h/DSC_2428.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHza07USugq86b8EWPQ0Dj_uCV7a8BwLklOdsBgNJkRwv1570Wlh6uMViPJMgoT8x69uX-6O8Y2el74_xf9lxiR4brHyuW-QS21KHMKoSpwMHHkKv9xAWa4d4ebw2tWf0rY9RvQrh5-II/s400/DSC_2428.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422592414676293058" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWm4UV15Ot5-qLRdA4hRCzg_GsQBEwnBOD6w6BnnqlWT7P2Ta9c8WoW8UZ15xsCO9FITPJQaocWUHJVlkeEGPgIzidJ_ol-xbzC9Xzj-GuSWOZxODfSz0vRadVDmQT_iRxcz-fkeLEmAE/s1600-h/DSC_2390.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWm4UV15Ot5-qLRdA4hRCzg_GsQBEwnBOD6w6BnnqlWT7P2Ta9c8WoW8UZ15xsCO9FITPJQaocWUHJVlkeEGPgIzidJ_ol-xbzC9Xzj-GuSWOZxODfSz0vRadVDmQT_iRxcz-fkeLEmAE/s400/DSC_2390.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422591757341490962" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNgYxuTxF53oNmq56bf8nkgW_4yv4VuEzBjp6u0Vwzef7dki4nxWj8vSIcMxB3wFdtav9K98hbUd-qbJQKnUhCuErPf3_NGu_mReQyLEP7DOmYLND8o7pSXl4byDZtgyNqLO8KdWEvPZw/s1600-h/DSC_0726.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNgYxuTxF53oNmq56bf8nkgW_4yv4VuEzBjp6u0Vwzef7dki4nxWj8vSIcMxB3wFdtav9K98hbUd-qbJQKnUhCuErPf3_NGu_mReQyLEP7DOmYLND8o7pSXl4byDZtgyNqLO8KdWEvPZw/s400/DSC_0726.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422591084345696898" /></a>The Dublin home invited us to go clubbing with them on the 30th as a bit of a warm up to New Years Eve. No photos of that event or any that were taken were probably just as swiftly deleted so that our FD status could be retained. On the 31st we decided that paying 5 euros to get into a club and attempt to side step to techno, whilst reminding testosterone filled young men to keep their hand to themselves, was a bit of an excess expense. House parties combined with your sister's birthday, as you will see, can be quite fun.rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05937858957322202773noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3561466822873519157.post-62379351140713276872009-12-28T03:31:00.000-08:002009-12-28T05:04:20.828-08:00Shows nine and ten<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia">Shows nine and ten were for the Paris branch of <a href="http://www.centerparcs.co.uk/"><span style="text-decoration: underline ; color:#541a8b;">Centre Parcs </span></a>. They charged 15 euros for the adults and 7 for the kids to attend the shows. People were amazed and since it was one of those stages where there was a stage elevated and a dance floor below, we could really make contact with the audience and see the delight on their faces. The only problem was me having a bad case of nausea during the first show which was likely connected to a large consumption of oysters the night before. Half way through the show I came back stage, dramatically fell on my hand and knees and proceeded to huff and puff like a women in labor, then burst into tears. It was one of those points when you don't know exactly what your crying about but i think it had something to do with the fact that i knew i was performing badly and there was nothing i could do about it. To add insult to my injury the boys seem to pick this particular moment to leave their sound/technical/camera ministries and come backstage and witness my humiliation. Nevertheless everyone showed great concern and after they suggested I sit out the rest of the show, my defiant spirit took over and great speeches started to replay in my mind about, the show must go on, its not over till its over, etc etc. So I made it through the rest of the show and at the end promptly went to the bathroom with a large bottle of water and a determined index finger, ready to discover my bulimic tendencies for the sake of the second show which was due to start in half and hour. The second show went well, one of my best performances. The girls said i smiled so big because i was so relieved to have a empty stomach. 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font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">The tear shed, not mine nor thine</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">To the king of the manger cradle it belonged </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">The king who heavenly choir exalts in song </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">The purpose of his tear wasn't without reason </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Every year, christmas brought near </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">The birthday stolen, the "X-mas" treason </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">To wipe away the sorrow we brought</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">To bring his grievance score to naught </span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Give him your all, your love in return </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Sever him with passion, a fire that burns </span></p><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Helvetica, serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:12px;"><br /></span></span></div></div>rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05937858957322202773noreply@blogger.com3