tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38003230566691246612024-03-04T23:15:20.892-05:00Bike Book BreadI love to bike, but don't as often as I would like to.
I read more often than I have time for.
I bake just as much bread as we need.Stephanie Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15840403045101282424noreply@blogger.comBlogger575125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800323056669124661.post-50008198449192455532015-08-21T20:40:00.004-04:002015-08-21T20:40:56.465-04:00i've movedHowdy. bikebookbread.blogspot.com is now located at <a href="http://bikebookbread.wordpress.com./">bikebookbread.wordpress.com.</a>Stephanie Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15840403045101282424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800323056669124661.post-28041429750393078372012-11-10T11:02:00.000-05:002012-11-10T11:02:34.143-05:00Has it really been THAT long since I updated??? EEP!I suppose it is time for a real update... it has definitely been too long since I've posted anything here on BBB. My, how the children grow...<br />
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We have successfully PCSd to Oklahoma. We pulled out of Virginia the morning after that huge derecho storm. We drove hundreds of miles without seeing power. When we finally arrived at the Columbus, Ohio hotel for our first night, power had just been restored an hour before. It was the only major hotel in the area with power. Chad went out in search of gas for the car, not sure what was going to happen the next day. It was sweltering hot, too. Hotel staff had brought their families to the hotel simply to have a safe place to stay.<br />
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Chad really enjoys the people he is working with here at Tinker AFB, and the job is going well. He was scheduled to deploy this winter but that has been cancelled due to a shoulder injury. He was hurt playing crud. Yeah. (Air Force people will understand.) He has a broken scapula and a torn rotator cuff. He is certain that he will have to go next summer now.<br />
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We have settled into a church, though it took some doing to find. Heritage Presbyterian (PCA) has welcomed us with open arms.<br />
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I'm home alone for the first time ever, although I do volunteer at the school from time to time, mainly in Ilsa's classroom which requires a bit more assistance than Ingrid's third grade class. I will be helping out with the first graders in Ilsa's class who are struggling to read. Speaking of Ilsa, she has been placed in the advanced reading program, and will be tested for giftedness presently. If it turns out she isn't classified as such, great. If she is, great. We are not hanging our hat on this. The school approached <i>us</i> with the testing.<br />
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I've started baking bread once again, after perhaps baking only five loaves in Virginia the two years we were there. The kitchen was minuscule -- on par with our kitchen in Minot, although it was beautiful. I'm still rather obsessed with Doctor Who. This was Chad's idea, and it thoroughly embarrasses Ingrid, although everyone who sees it thinks it is, to quote Nine, "<i>Fantastic!"</i><br />
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We are living in brand new base housing. We aren't allowed to paint the walls, and management suggests vinyl clings, which we have placed throughout our home to make it ours.<br />
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In August, the girls started school. (We are not homeschooling this year for reasons I'll outline below.)<br />
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Ingrid is in third grade, and is catching up after being off for the entire spring. Her health has stabilized somewhat, and given the stress of the past year, it was a very wise decision for our family to send her back to a traditional public school. I needed a break. Caring for a child with an illness is exhausting -- two medical appointments a week, one that was nearly an hour and a half away by Metro, arranging for care for Ilsa while we were at the doctor, not to mention the day to day stamina to stay patient, kind and strong while she is railing at you does things to a person. (E-mail me if you want the details about her health, but at this time I don't want to give specifics on my blog, for her sake.)<br />
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She is doing much better in a social framework with a lot of children than she did alone at home with me. The loneliness was debilitating and exacerbated her symptoms. I'm more convinced now than ever that homeschooling should be considered on a case by case basis. Ilsa would probably thrive in it. Ingrid just didn't. Her teacher is very understanding, and she has an advocate in the vice principal. We've had a bit of a challenge getting her classified as medically challenged because her disability doesn't affect her school work (in other words, she has to be FAILING in order to qualify -- not true, but that was the original opinion of the school counselor). She puts on a perfect mask at school, but many days, it shatters the moment she is home. It takes a lot of energy to hide her real self...<br />
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Chase has settled into our home (too) well, and is a scamp... he can be very naughty sometimes! He has a penchant for trying to steal from the garbage can, likes to hide our shoes, and loves stuffed animals -- but only Ilsa's for some reason. He has recovered from his tail injury. He is only six and a half, but seems to be showing his age a bit.... just like us!<br />
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This was the day of our garage sale in early September. GREAT weather, huh? About ten minutes after this picture was take, the wind blew in and about fifteen people helped us scoop up everything that was in the driveway and shove it into the garage.</div>
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Yes, Ingrid is riding in pajamas and barefoot.</div>
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Ilsa has been reading the Bible every night. She fell asleep like this last week.</div>
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Ingrid is some cartoon character from a cartoon called Monster High(?). She's never seen the show -- just liked the costume and the wig. (The wig <i>was</i> pretty cool.) Ilsa is an Ice Princess. Haven't had such a fun Halloween since Minot. Chad lost count of the number of children who came to our door while I was out with the girls. It was well over 250. Everyone was so polite, parents were chatty, and homes were decorated tastefully -- not insanely scary.</div>
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<br />Stephanie Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15840403045101282424noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800323056669124661.post-64216874036004023202012-06-04T14:34:00.001-04:002012-06-04T14:34:30.258-04:00Yes, I have been MIA. We have had quite a difficult spring. We thought we were staying in Where George Walked for another two years, but were informed that we are moving to OKC. The move is now two and a half weeks away.<div>
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One of our daughters has had some serious health challenges since February, so much so that her physician told us we had to halt homeschooling. We got a medical a waiver from the county so that she would not be truant. She is on the mend, and will be able to go into third grade when we move. She is a bit behind in math, but we plan on doing some work over the summer to catch her up. If we have to hire a tutor, so be it.</div>
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Last fall I found out I had a number of kidney stones. About three weeks ago, one of them reared its ugly little head. I've spent the past three weeks running to medical appointments and downing pain meds. I still have four more to pass in my right kidney, but the urologist does not believe they will be passing within the next month. If they hold off until we are settled, I will be happy. I do NOT relish the thought of driving halfway across the country while passing stones.</div>
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Our beloved doggie was injured and ended up having more than half of his tail amputated. The injury occurred two months ago, and he still has to wear a cone, a muzzle and a muzzle cup to prevent him from licking.</div>
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So, those are the reasons I have been MIA. I don't know the next time I will post. Sorry.</div>
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<br /></div>Stephanie Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15840403045101282424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800323056669124661.post-42906608369214611332011-11-06T15:35:00.001-05:002011-11-06T15:35:03.470-05:00Welcome Chase Biscuit!After about two months of background checks, a home visit and waiting, we adopted our greyhound yesterday, Chase Biscuit. He is loving, affectionate, obedient and playful - an all-around great dog.<br />
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<br />Stephanie Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15840403045101282424noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800323056669124661.post-91585062620869358732011-10-23T18:57:00.000-04:002011-10-23T18:57:34.964-04:00Pain, Chase Biscuit and HomeschoolSo I've been MIA for a reason. Unfortunately, the last two weeks have been rather eventful. Chad traveled a bit, and while he was gone, got hit with some nastiness: a kidney infection and a kidney stone. I don't recommend either. I believe that I caught something in the ER, as well, and have only today recovered my voice and my strength. Apparently, I still have stones in my right kidney. I am awaiting an appointment with urology at Ft. Belvoir Hospital. I'm really hoping that they will approve the ultrasonic treatment (too bad the good Doctor (aka Doctor Who) couldn't just pull out his sonic screwdriver and zap 'em).<br />
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I haven't been able to teach Ingrid for an entire week... on Monday and Tuesday I was simply in too much pain. Wednesday through Friday I had no voice -- not even a whisper. It was rather pathetic.<br />
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A couple pieces of great news: our doggie adoption day has been set! We will be picking up our greyhound on November 5. Here is a picture of our dog. His race name is Chase Biscuit. We are contemplating whether or not we will re-name him. Chase is sort of growing on us.<br />
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Another good piece of news: Ingrid has started swimming with the home school swim team affiliated with the masters swim team which Chad swims, Fort Belvoir Swim Team. She is such a natural swimmer. She is the youngest and smallest on the team, and definitely NOT the slowest, and her endurance is astounding.<br />
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Chad was also able to take the girls on their very first camping trip two weeks ago over Columbus Day weekend. Our church had a father/child camp out south of here. For the first time since Ingrid was born, I was alone in my own home for a night. It was weird. And very quiet. VERY quiet.<br />
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Finally, Chad applied a couple of decals to our Subaru. A sweet greyhound profile, and a funny zombie one. Ha ha ha. I am hoping for a "Police Public Call Box" decal across the top soon :D<br />
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<br />Stephanie Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15840403045101282424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800323056669124661.post-6759098315807958502011-09-17T14:21:00.001-04:002011-09-17T14:21:49.281-04:00Wags & WhiskersWe visited the Wags & Whiskers dog show today and met some very nice greyhounds at an adoption booth. None of these dogs were available for adoption. This was just a time for the girls to actually stop and spend some time with the dogs. Our landlord has approved our request to have a greyhound. However, it remains to be seen whether or not we will be approved by the agency itself.<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/09/17/2636.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/09/17/s_2636.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='158' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/09/17/2637.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/09/17/s_2637.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='158' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Posted from Steph's iPad<br />Stephanie Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15840403045101282424noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800323056669124661.post-9140312311005455032011-09-08T12:46:00.001-04:002011-09-08T12:46:41.630-04:00Explaining My Absence and Some UpdatesOkay, I know I have been oddly uncommunicative lately.<br />
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<li>Chad and I spent much of this summer apart - I in Washington state with my parents for the first half of the summer, and he in Arizona and Alabama for work. We are both back home again. He will be on the road again this fall.</li>
<li>I am returning to homeschooling, and have been planning. And planning. And planning. Part of the problem was I could NOT find a homeschool planner for Mac. I found a web-based solution two weeks ago, and I love it: <a href="http://www.scholaric.com/">Scholaric</a>. It is simple, robust and intuitive. Give it a try!</li>
<li>I've started CrossFit. See previous post. I'm in pain.</li>
<li>I've been a little obsessed with Doctor Who and have been on another board a bit too often... I'm a geek. What can I say?</li>
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<li>If you haven't figured it out yet, I'm homeschooling Ingrid for second grade, and from here on out, unless something radical changes. We'll start Monday.</li>
<li>Ilsa starts kindergarten on Monday at a local church-run school. There are only nine children in her class, and it is half-day. We just do not see the need for full day kindergarten for her.</li>
<li>We're trying to eat more "Paleo." Chad has tried to convince me it is the way to go, and I'm not 100% convinced. I know people really get great results with it, but I am BikeBook<b>BREAD</b> after all! And it isn't like I am making my bread with shortening and chemicals... I grind wheat, etc. We bought a juicer to help support the Paleo way of eating. That has been a lot of fun... and DELICIOUS!</li>
<li>We survived Irene. Of course, I'm blogging this, aren't I?</li>
<li>The rain here in Virginia has been UNREAL -- much worse than anything Irene spat at us.</li>
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Stephanie Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15840403045101282424noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800323056669124661.post-43514587018924631692011-09-04T16:58:00.001-04:002011-09-04T17:00:38.233-04:00Bunnies Broke Up<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/z69aVXjwJxU?fs=1" width="480"></iframe><br />
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Yep. I'm doing this. Well, not THIS much weight.<br />
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I'll keep you updated... after I can walk again. My quads are jelly, and my back is stiff as a board.Stephanie Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15840403045101282424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800323056669124661.post-16042446462099448342011-09-01T14:21:00.001-04:002011-09-01T14:21:55.893-04:00The Apple Store of Pizza-DomFound <a target="_blank" href="">this pizza place</a> in Pentagon Row mall. Naked pizza storefront is clean and inviting. The ingredients are all natural. The crust is 10 grain including prebiotic agave fibre and probiotics. We are sitting here waiting for our order and I am salivating!<br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/09/01/2522.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/09/01/s_2522.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/09/01/2524.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/09/01/s_2524.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Posted from Steph's iPad<br />Stephanie Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15840403045101282424noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800323056669124661.post-45147676506243943422011-09-01T14:15:00.001-04:002011-09-01T14:15:25.330-04:00SciFi awesomenessFound at William Sonoma: <br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/09/01/2486.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/09/01/s_2486.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Posted from Steph's iPad<br />Stephanie Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15840403045101282424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800323056669124661.post-23260054669115954752011-08-27T08:26:00.000-04:002011-08-27T08:26:45.160-04:00Riot Wheel (Re-Invention Of The) wheel.©<iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/w9AOhPgCNJs?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><div>
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<br /></div><div>I wonder how it would hold in a hurricane. Looks stout.</div>Stephanie Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15840403045101282424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800323056669124661.post-52696273722197360852011-08-26T10:20:00.002-04:002011-08-26T10:21:09.637-04:00Hurricane Irene...We are now officially under a Tropical storm warning. Ugh.<br />
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We won't be hit with hurricane force winds, but our power will most likely go down tomorrow. Dominion Power Has told us to be prepared to be without power for days, not hours. We will be spending today prepping. Chad is off to find dry ice and prepare our Craig's List generator. I am off to buy supplies.<br />
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God protect us all.<br />
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Stephanie Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15840403045101282424noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800323056669124661.post-51578586232167907042011-08-23T17:28:00.001-04:002011-08-23T17:28:13.911-04:00Virginia - Disaster Central!So we were sitting in a restaurant on the ground floor of a 200 or so year old building in Old Town Alexandria, Virginia. The room began to shake, dust was coming from the walls, and Chad shouted, "Earthquake! Earthquake! Earthquake! Everybody out!" <br /><br />Only ourselves and the staff left the restaurant. The rest started laughing and looking up at the ceiling. Didn't anyone notice that we were in the bottom floor? Of an old rickety buiding? With 2 ton beams overhead and walls made of brick and plaster? Wo knows how serious it is going to be... And what about aftershocks and gas leaks? Sure it ended up not being as bad as it could have been. But come on people! Use your brains!<br /><br />When we left the building, smart people were out in the street rather than on the sidewalks, a smart idea given the fact that the walls of the buildings are lined with bricks. Old bricks. Old <i>loose</i> bricks.<br /><br />We paid for our food and took it to-go. When we got home, being the good homeschooling mama that I am, I got on the web and showed the girls the science of earthquakes on the computer. (Our phone lines our spotty, but web connection remains good. Cellular coverage is very iffy as well.)<br /><br />Ilsa drew this picture from what she learned:<br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/08/23/3390.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/08/23/s_3390.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br />Next excitement may be arriving on Sunday: the remnants of Hurricane Irene, but I am not going to borrow worry from tomorrow.<br /><br />Posted from Steph's iPad<br />Stephanie Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15840403045101282424noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800323056669124661.post-49467883509913900512011-08-07T06:49:00.001-04:002011-08-07T06:49:16.119-04:00newest offering from apple?<div style="margin: 0 0 10px 0; padding: 0; font-size: 0.8em; line-height: 1.6em;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/49121585@N04/6017573914/" title="Untitled"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6141/6017573914_411a03cb44.jpg" alt="Untitled by BikeBookBread" /></a><br/><span style="margin: 0;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/49121585@N04/6017573914/">Untitled</a>, a photo by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/49121585@N04/">BikeBookBread</a> on Flickr.</span></div><p></p>Stephanie Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15840403045101282424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800323056669124661.post-35170269329018511832011-08-04T16:21:00.001-04:002011-08-04T16:21:46.683-04:00Nice peopleWe are in Charlottesville at the moment. Chad was sent here to take a class at the Army JAG school at the University of Virginia. Every morning on the way to class, we have stopped to buy a cup of coffee and a morning pastry at a lovely shop called Hot Cakes. This morning, Ingrid went in with him and was admiring a little cow creamer. A man asked Chad if he could buy it for her. He proceeded to pick up Chad's entire order -- coffee, pastries, etc. Chad was in uniform... Now I don't know if this was one of the reasons he did it, but it was such a kind gesture. It turns out he was a friend of the owners of the shop.<br /><br />We went back this afternoon and bought some beautiful desserts for this evening. So if you are ever in Charlottesville, check out <a target="_blank" href="http://www.hotcakes.biz/">HotCakes</a>.<br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/08/04/3288.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/08/04/s_3288.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /> <center>Ingrid excited about the goodies.</center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/08/04/3290.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/08/04/s_3290.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><center>Ilsa "kissing" the ladybug cupcakes.</center><br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/08/04/3292.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/08/04/s_3292.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Posted from Steph's iPad<br />Stephanie Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15840403045101282424noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800323056669124661.post-53522174153618185082011-07-13T15:01:00.000-04:002011-07-13T15:01:48.223-04:00Minot Flood 2011<iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QXQHozCA7oU?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe>Stephanie Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15840403045101282424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800323056669124661.post-49934572380371340712011-07-12T12:10:00.001-04:002011-07-12T12:16:40.362-04:00How soon we forget... the Minot, ND floodsI am suddenly struck by how fast the national consciousness forgets. I forgot. I lived in this beautiful community for three years. And I forgot. Just a short few weeks ago, my former home was overrun by flooding. <br />
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I received an email this morning from our best friends who left Minot to start a <a href="http://www.thetownftc.org/">church in Ft. Collins, Colorado</a> asking for prayer and humbly requesting financial assistance for their trip (they'll be sleeping on the floor of our former church, making their own meals, etc.) back to Minot to help rebuild friends' homes.<br />
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I went to our former church's website. I am in shock. They posted a Google map with markers indicating all of the families -- OUR FRIENDS -- who have been "displaced" by the flood. What a humble way to say they lost their homes, our former pastor's family included. His home remains underwater.<br />
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Please would you pray for this wonderful community? It isn't a flashy place to live -- North Dakota -- but it is filled with the kindest and most giving people my husband and I have ever met in our entire lives. We have said this over and over and over again since we left. I have rarely cried when leaving a location (I usually cry when we arrive at the new place knowing the hard work of replanting roots). But I wept as we sped past the city limits of Minot, ND.<br />
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<a href="http://trinitychurchminot.org/flood2011.htm">Here is more information about the flood.</a><br />
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Thank you friends.Stephanie Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15840403045101282424noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800323056669124661.post-21454064051328767582011-07-05T00:58:00.000-04:002011-07-05T00:58:49.771-04:00Too Late to Apologize: A Declaration<iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/uZfRaWAtBVg?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><div><br /></div><div>I've been a bit... MIA lately. But I just had to post this video.</div><div><br /></div><div>Happy Independence Friends!</div>Stephanie Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15840403045101282424noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800323056669124661.post-80360258384978555442011-06-30T12:44:00.000-04:002011-06-30T13:14:41.383-04:00Ilsa's paper art princess costume<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKvWUfEqtt6R8PK8R_NKLbFA8Zd9zEBowAZeFa80VJHoEVht8hfr92nKsH2OqwiyDWm3cP0l8zQA8zxOilfpudBZ2JQTkKjljx4voqwSzT1E7dicGmFg1lt0dYx5bf2-eTX5TFEoS-/s1600/2011-06-30_09-36-50_894-781384.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKvWUfEqtt6R8PK8R_NKLbFA8Zd9zEBowAZeFa80VJHoEVht8hfr92nKsH2OqwiyDWm3cP0l8zQA8zxOilfpudBZ2JQTkKjljx4voqwSzT1E7dicGmFg1lt0dYx5bf2-eTX5TFEoS-/s320/2011-06-30_09-36-50_894-781384.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624062459968620514" /></a></p><p>Ilsa is definitely creative. Give her a ream of paper, a roll of tape and a stapler, and she is set for a few hours.</p> Stephanie Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15840403045101282424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800323056669124661.post-66884861186551005282011-06-14T07:01:00.000-04:002011-06-14T07:01:03.349-04:00Coolest Kindergartner in the Multiverse<iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/XUDsDhNKiBg?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe>Stephanie Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15840403045101282424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800323056669124661.post-71286845197674229922011-06-13T17:44:00.000-04:002011-06-13T17:44:32.077-04:00Where's the TARDIS contest winner!!<div>So here's the winner... I don't think that my sad little crocheted TARDIS (which I never finished) could have held a candle to the ice fishing hut built by this family. FANTASTIC! to quote Nine! Molto bene' to quote Ten. I don't know what Eleven says... Geronimo!!!! I suppose.</div><div><br /></div><a href="http://www.wheresthetardis.com/entry/345#.TfaEdSnx__o;blogger">Tardis Entry #345 | Where's The Tardis?</a>Stephanie Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15840403045101282424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800323056669124661.post-6199378596268331852011-05-30T15:19:00.004-04:002011-05-30T16:38:12.374-04:00Memorial Day 2011<div><div style="text-align: center;">Please take the time to read <a href="http://minnesota.cbslocal.com/2011/05/29/soldier-killed-in-korea-comes-home-to-braham/">this article</a>. The soldier was the brother of my mother-in-law's good friend.<br />
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These are pictures taken today while out and about in and around Where George Walked, VA.</div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><b>Stones were from originally from a memorial adjacent to the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier at Arlington National Cemetery (yes, Tomb of the Unknown </b><i><b>Soldier</b></i><b>... that was the former name of the Tomb of the Unknowns). I believe that it was erected in the early 1930's.</b></span></span></span></td></tr>
</tbody></table></div>Stephanie Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15840403045101282424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800323056669124661.post-47204524758181335632011-05-30T10:51:00.001-04:002011-05-30T10:51:40.944-04:00In Memory of Those Who Sacrificed Their All<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifSHEpiGQQ9XmTpO7iGuALAScDDdkhedjfn8k5guxp0pHNKqAO9saOCD1jTOBCIaex79i7Sd2ZU60fyjOfKkaUWBogDtXPgTLnUBSJQyKTpjC_cTJAeRnXwspvUKIvMgA1R8fzs2pG/s1600/arlington+mem+day+2011-700945.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifSHEpiGQQ9XmTpO7iGuALAScDDdkhedjfn8k5guxp0pHNKqAO9saOCD1jTOBCIaex79i7Sd2ZU60fyjOfKkaUWBogDtXPgTLnUBSJQyKTpjC_cTJAeRnXwspvUKIvMgA1R8fzs2pG/s320/arlington+mem+day+2011-700945.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612521964263414018" /></a></p><p>Arlington National Cemetery, Memorial Day 2011</p> Stephanie Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15840403045101282424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3800323056669124661.post-49397893876310986512011-05-29T16:37:00.001-04:002011-05-29T16:37:12.257-04:00View from the pool<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjssr6Z8WdE0ILu6v7NvWd0lJTZ6WV1MuW-eOwJB51PZtFYDjSyxXZ0V5w3DJiUpe5qMltAQ_BFqT7Jt-wXOeHW8nMeHwBn8SrXChvD3vK6n58mxPe4k0x9lotNd9B2FS-g_BLE7mUZ/s1600/2011-05-29_16-33-36_590-732258.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjssr6Z8WdE0ILu6v7NvWd0lJTZ6WV1MuW-eOwJB51PZtFYDjSyxXZ0V5w3DJiUpe5qMltAQ_BFqT7Jt-wXOeHW8nMeHwBn8SrXChvD3vK6n58mxPe4k0x9lotNd9B2FS-g_BLE7mUZ/s320/2011-05-29_16-33-36_590-732258.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612239918964123618" /></a></p><p>We signed up for a season pass at the Ft. Belvior O Club pool. Feels like we are at a posh resort. 3 pools, snack bar, tons of lifeguards. It is so wonderful!</p> Stephanie Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15840403045101282424noreply@blogger.com0