tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67607975860434602082024-03-05T04:35:02.697-08:00The Dancing ButterflyUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger60125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6760797586043460208.post-15530154464883569892011-01-14T04:36:00.001-08:002011-01-14T05:08:19.491-08:00Seasonal Sleep<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvO8w49ziq0o0CklPpEWWwe3obPHcFY0JXlpUrpdI7IMOSR7A7ORy0MXqXOVc1ydGI4tqIHNz9-60yfYlQleg76Zia5X6kNiSMl_l5DWn-EFrhgEwXNUYFjKZb_r8jZQdaCyqr26YiOoQ/s1600/sleepy.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvO8w49ziq0o0CklPpEWWwe3obPHcFY0JXlpUrpdI7IMOSR7A7ORy0MXqXOVc1ydGI4tqIHNz9-60yfYlQleg76Zia5X6kNiSMl_l5DWn-EFrhgEwXNUYFjKZb_r8jZQdaCyqr26YiOoQ/s200/sleepy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562027551262175842" border="0" /></a>I have been sleepy. Very sleepy. Even waking up tired. My children too, normally bounding out of bed at 6 am are still fast asleep at 7:20 this morning, even though they know there is banana bread for breakie.<br /><br />They must be ill was my first thought. As I began to ponder this drowsiness I realized that each year it peaks just after Christmas and lasts through February. Obviously this is a response to the shortened days. I myself am very sensitive to the changing seasons. In October I become suddenly fatigued, achy, miserable. By February I have wilted like a cut flower; moody, drowsy and restless. By March I am outside gardening in a tank top as soon as the mercury climbs over 60 just to feel the warmth of the sun on my skin.<br /><br />Okay, so this is natural I think. Its just our circadian rhythm (basically your bodies internal clock) telling us when to be awake and when to go asleep. After all, it is affected by things like light, it is natural that light changes in duration, so perhaps it too is natural that our sleep changes in duration in synchronicity with the available day light. I begin to research this some and discover that, circadian rhythm sleep disorders are, according to Wikipedia:<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">a family of </span><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sleep_disorders" title="Sleep disorders" class="mw-redirect">sleep disorders</a><span style="font-style: italic;"> affecting, among other things, the timing of sleep. People with circadian rhythm </span><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Circadian_rhythm_sleep_disorder#" class="FAAdLink" id="FALINK_3_0_2">sleep disorders</a><span style="font-style: italic;"> are unable to sleep and wake at the times required for normal work, school, and social needs. They are generally able to get enough sleep if allowed to sleep and wake at the times dictated by their body clocks.</span><br /><br />What? Doing what your body does naturally is labeled a disorder? Really? Who determines these "normal" times that one must awaken for school, work and social needs? Even more compelling is that Czeisler et al. at Harvard found the range for normal, healthy adults of all ages to be quite narrow: 24 hours and 11 minutes ± 16 minutes. The "clock" resets itself daily to the 24-hour cycle of the Earth's rotation.[1] Yet we have determined it best to trim the time from each day and add an extra day every 4 years. The bigger question is this: what is it that makes us impose rigid schedules on our bodies that are in tuned to the clock of nature? What is it within us that causes us to crave unnatural "cookie cutter days"?<br /><br />What exactly would happen if I indulged our <span style="font-weight: bold;">disorder </span>natural sleep patterns? Would this impact our health? Studies have shown already that a disruption in circadian rhythms impact our cardiovascular and renal health. [2]<br /><br />What about behavior? Could following one's natural sleep patterns positively impact behavior? Perhaps there is merit to experimenting with this, in the name of homeschool science, of course.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">[1] <span class="citation web">Charles A. Czeisler MD, PhD (1999). <a href="http://news.harvard.edu/gazette/1999/07.15/bioclock24.html" class="external text" rel="nofollow">"Human Biological Clock Set Back an Hour"</a><br /></span><span class="citation Journal"><br />[2] Martino, T.A.; Oudit, G.Y.; Herzenberg, A.M.; et al. (May 2008). "Circadian rhythm disorganization produces profound cardiovascular and renal disease in hamsters". <i>American Journal of Physiology. Regulatory, Integrative and Comparative Physiology</i> <b>294</b> (5): R1675–83.</span><br /></span><span class="citation web"><br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6760797586043460208.post-17723101343110540152011-01-01T08:21:00.000-08:002011-01-05T16:13:40.794-08:00Minimalist Snow RunningLast week the weather has cooperated with my getting to try running in my vibrams in the snow.<br /><br /><br />The day of the storm, I ran 2.6 miles. The snow was whipping me in the face both there and back. It was easy on my feet though as I ran through 3+" of fresh powder. When I was off the trial and back on the street I learned that the road salt will burn your feet. The next time you run it will burn your feet a second time if you don't wash out your shoes. My feet weren't cold until I hit that slush puddle in the crosswalk on the way home.<br /><br /><br />It was the next few days that became challenging. Warmer days and cold nights made the trail a lumpy hardpack of ice and slush. This was difficult to run on and I have sustained a minor injury to my right ankle when I landed wrong on an uneven patch of ice. Yet something interesting happened. My foot, not bound and paralized by tight shoes, was able to self correct. I felt strange and isolated movement within my foot and went on running instead of winding out sprawled out on the trail. Bonus.<br /><br /><br />The absolute best thing about wearing vibrams in the snow is the sasquatchesque footprints you leave behind you. You just cannot top that.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6760797586043460208.post-82089206062350367042011-01-01T05:23:00.000-08:002011-01-01T05:36:06.017-08:00Strange DreamI was walking by the the diving board near my mom's pool. I nearly turned my ankle in a hole. I hole I determined was a groundhog hole. My parents are plagued with groundhogs. I do what ever it was I was doing and on the way back I pass the hole again. This time I hear sounds coming from the hole so I am going to fill it with the bricks and rocks I see nearby and trap the nasty little sucker in his hole. As I approach the hole I think there is a cat in there. I peer over the edge ready for a wild cat to come bounding out of the hole and scratch my eyes out and see there is a newborn human baby in there. So I take the baby out of the hole. I am trying to convince Bill that we are to keep this baby because clearly the mom didn't want him and now he's here and see God gave him to us. I nursed the baby and the baby settled down. Bill wanted to call the police and report finding the baby but I would have no such thing. I was coming up with a plan to pass of this baby as my own. So next thing you know I am at the liquor store near the Clinton Rite Aid to pick up a bottle of wine bc we are having someone over for dinner. Only its not the liquor store. It is but it isn't. Its like a liquor store I have never been in before in my life, because they sell locally brewed stuff only and handcrafted items and most things are on round tables of old dark wood throughout the store. No refridgerator cases or anything else that you normally see in a liquor store. I see these bottles of strawberry wine atop a mahogany table. There are two brands. One bottle is 19.99 and the other is 39.99. I am wondering what the difference is that could make a bottle of wine twice as expensive, especially since they are both locally brewed from local strawberries and neither is labeled as organic. My brain starts to hurt and so I look at the handcrafted item in the basket under the table. Knitted gloves. There is another customer looking at them and her and I both reach for the same pair. She gets ugly. I tell her she can have the gloves. She gives me a major whooping. I call 911 from my cell. I have her by the sleeve and won't let her go before the police arrive. When they do the store is completely transformed. All the liquor tables are gone and the shop is mostly empty. The first aid responder that is checking me out says we will have you out of here in no time because I didn't say anything to anyone about the assault rifles in the basement. <br /><br />Conclusion: this is apparently what happens when I eat boneless buffalo wings at 9:30 at night.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6760797586043460208.post-87947487072262238912010-12-31T04:38:00.000-08:002010-12-31T18:10:29.738-08:002011 Goals<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', 'serif';">As 2010 comes to a close and I relfect on the year past and the year ahead I compose my goals for 2011:</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', 'serif';">I would like to live intentionally, in the moment. The two biggest things that prevent me from doing so are planning ahead and catching up. I want to be in the season at the time of the season and reap all the things that season has to offer. I want our life to be fully integrated and seemless with regards to work, play and education. I want a more natural ebb and flow to our day and I want to learn what that means and what that looks like for this family.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', 'serif';">I would like to become a calmer, quieter and gentler mommy and wife. I find myself far too often speaking to my kids in an unkind and loud way (bc they listen then!!!) and I don't like the way it sounds.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I would like to keep my focus on Jesus even when things are chaotic and especially when they are not. </span><o:p></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', 'serif';">I would like to continue to learn more about making herbal medicines and actually make several more things for personal use. I will educate myself with on the use of 5 more herbs, and grow five herbs I have never before grown.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The ultimate long-term goal here is to set myself up to be somewhat of a local herbalist.<br /><br />I would like to continue to increase our home food production by growing more intensively, adding meat chickens, and propagating berry producing plants.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I would like to offset the cost of poultry by possibly growing mealy worms or sprouting.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I would like to maximize this effort by documenting through journaling, labeling, and blogging.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I would eventually like to compile my experience into a book on suburban farming. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes"></span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', 'serif';">I would like to do at least one randomly nice thing for someone each weekly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I would like to be quiet enough to be attentive to opportunities to help others and to give to others<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>all the time, not just when things are going well for me but especially when they are not.<br /><br />I would like to continue my work in localizing food systems by opening another community garden. </span><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', 'serif';"><br /></p></span><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', 'serif';">I would like to read through the Bible in one year with a great group of people brought togehter by the woman of the metamorphasing moniker. I also plan to read through Deitrich Bonhoffer's Cost of Discipleship. </p></span><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style', 'serif';"><br />I would like to declutter both the attic and the basement and set measures to prevent them from becomming akin to the great abyss again. </span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6760797586043460208.post-43351781658240080822010-12-30T08:10:00.000-08:002010-12-30T08:17:23.619-08:00Resurrecting The ButterflyThe last year since I've blogged has been a year of uprooting and growth. It is now time to resurrect The Dancing Butterfly and make retrospective sense of the past many months. As 2010 draws to a close, I begin setting goals for the coming year. One goal for 2011 (and more on these goals later) is to keep a garden journal. I have been gardening for greater than a decade and have yet to wrote anything own, including labels for my plants. I actually attempted this once in the past but the journal became unusable after being left outside in an April rain. This will be the year that I write things own so that I remember what I have learned from my experience and so that I don't kill off sprouts below the soil surface by plopping another plant on top of them, so that I take the time to slow down and contemplate my experiences and write about them here. So that I can look back, laugh, cry and revel in the resurrection of The Dancing Butterfly.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6760797586043460208.post-20288351096248277712009-08-21T05:51:00.000-07:002009-08-21T06:34:17.077-07:00and they call it progressEvery so often I peruse the headlines. Today I saw three, one after the other, that caught my eye. The first,<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><h2><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://www.nj.com/news/local/index.ssf/2009/08/hiring_freeze_could_hurt_park.html">Hiring freeze could hurt park programs in Hunterdon</a></span></h2>and the second:<br /><h2><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://www.nj.com/hunterdon-county-democrat/index.ssf/2009/08/hunterdons_third_walmart_opens.html">Hunterdon's third Walmart opens soon on former Flemington Fairgrounds, will hire 300</a></span></h2>and the third:<br /><h2><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://www.lehighvalleylive.com/hunterdon-county/express-times/index.ssf/2009/08/foster_wheeler_eliminates_50_j.html">Foster Wheeler eliminates 50 engineering jobs at Hunterdon County location</a></span></h2>So we have eliminated high paying jobs and replaced them with six times more low paying jobs and we think this is good? The Walmart article says that they are having trouble finding enough employees. Yet, the parks department reports that they will need to compromise their summer programming because they are understaffed. All this in light of the unemployment rate in NJ is 9.3%, and those are just the people receiving unemployment, not the people whose benefits have run out and still have not found work. <br /><br />Is another Walmart really needed? Does the import of plastic crap from China really merit the creation of 300 jobs? Why on earth does this business seem to be thriving while children's education is being compromised and demand for the boiler systems used in American energy systems has gone down? Are we not consuming more and more energy each day? Well something here doesn't add up and as usual Walmart is in the middle, or the top of it.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6760797586043460208.post-16441554803893188502009-08-14T12:02:00.001-07:002009-08-14T12:08:58.571-07:00Let the Garden BeginSeems like a funny thing to be saying mid-August. Most people are eating the harvest, enjoying their tomatoes if the late season blight didn't obscure them from the face of the earth, and beginning to wonder when this year's first frost will be. Not I and a few others here in Hunterdon County; we have finally gotten the borough's approval to break ground on the community gardening project we started in February.<br /><br />We have been given a less than ideal garden location. There is much shade, a bit wet (though everything is this year), and its tucked out of the way, not accessible by most residents without a motor vehicle. Tomorrow we begin to address our challenges.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6760797586043460208.post-32774528073967049782009-07-26T10:16:00.000-07:002009-07-26T10:22:40.440-07:00Craving...Okay, so its no surprise that every pregnant women gets cravings. This time around it has been black cherries. By early May I began stalking the produce manager, sure that cherry season was just around the corner. I was eating dried cherries to keep my craving in check till then but what I really wanted was the juicy red sweet cherry. <br /><br />Last week I visited my midwife for the first time. The first time at 19 weeks along because I fired my doctor. She put me on 2000 mg of vitamin C daily to build collagen to strengthen my amniotic sac. <br /><br />I am one to pay close attention to cravings as I always say that your body knows what it needs. Well today I had some time to look into the nutritional content of my beloved cherry. I discovered that cherries are high in vitamin C and a flavonoid called anthocyanin, which gives cherries their red pigment. Anthocyanin also builds collagen.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6760797586043460208.post-70190700183734041932009-04-26T17:17:00.000-07:002009-04-26T17:37:04.057-07:00Piglet vs. ChildThe book I am currently reading, Omnivore's Dilemma, briefly discusses a proponent for vegetarianism. The author quotes the work of another author, Peter Singer's Animal Liberation: "Equal consideration of interests is not the same as equal treatment. Children have an interest in being educated, pigs in rooting around in the dirt". I considered this and later yesterday afternoon I gazed upon this scene in my very own backyard and realized no matter how compelling to some, Singer has lost his argument with me.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFehaVtYTs5graEx6xbUXcE-71yQLuIF3KPaWhAn8WlNxnPo9DOAN1GV9QNXxfEDrPFTAlBvq88NEUmouX-e9LysKV2BEU9wlBJq8BtqWhDRuTQtvVMxNVHX05IFgbmjAaXE7yo0ABFo0/s1600-h/003.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFehaVtYTs5graEx6xbUXcE-71yQLuIF3KPaWhAn8WlNxnPo9DOAN1GV9QNXxfEDrPFTAlBvq88NEUmouX-e9LysKV2BEU9wlBJq8BtqWhDRuTQtvVMxNVHX05IFgbmjAaXE7yo0ABFo0/s400/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329161188613568130" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Clearly, Singer has never met children like my children. Actually I wonder if he has ever met ANY children. Ever. And yet my husband has been asking me, why do you let them do that? Why are the girls <span style="font-style: italic;">allowed </span>to dig holes in the yard and fill them with mud? I wanted to respond with some witty homeschool mom comment ala Charlotte Mason about how they were learning their place in the world by interacting with their environment. Instead I told him the truth. They are quiet when they do this and they leave me alone so that I can actually think for several consecutive minutes before being asked to hose them off.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6760797586043460208.post-33901945845977212532009-03-28T05:32:00.000-07:002009-03-28T05:42:55.337-07:00Unnatural ChildhoodThe other day I was in the local grocery store and I saw two women with a group of 4 and 5 year olds, touring the grocery store with a store employee. I quickly realized that they were there on a daycare tour and that this was meant to educate them on the things they would have learned on trips to the supermarket with Mom. The store employee asked the children, "Do you know what this is?", as she held up various fruits and vegetables. The were able to recognize the apple. Beyond that, blank stares that were clearly indicative of the prepared food frenzy these children were likely served when their parents rush home to get them from daycare, feed them and send them off to bed. That thought haunted me as I continued shopping -- the majority of children don't recognize foods in their natural form. I caught up with them in the meat aisle as I unsuccessfully looked for ground turkey that did not have added natural flavoring. The store employee held up a package of beef. <span style="font-style: italic;">Do you know what this is? Its beef. Beef comes from a cow. </span> Blank stares. <span style="font-style: italic;">Is beef healthy for you? </span> "Probably not with all those antibiotics and hormones in it", I thought.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6760797586043460208.post-90924456871343697382009-02-07T16:25:00.000-08:002009-02-07T16:37:12.271-08:00Just a Bit of Sibling RivalryWe have been dealing with a huge issue of sibling rivalry between my first and third born. Its been quite bad for a year. Ask if you might, how I know its been a year. My first born is turning ten next month. Last year her third born sibling REFUSED to wish her a happy birthday. Flat. Out. Refused. And thus started the feud that left me in tears Thursday afternoon. My first born, however, apparently left wonderful documentation for me. While cleaning her room today I found an innocent written book with, "This Book is About When Your Sister or Brother Gets on your Nerves and How to Stop it". So, I opened to find this:<br /><br />Chapter One<br /><br />If your a person putting up with crap from your sister or brother this is what I did.<br /><br />1st Pour water on sheets<br />2nd Pour vinegar on pillow<br />3rd Put marbles in pillow case<br />4th Mess up drawers<br />6th Dirty room badly<br />7th Make faces at them until they get upset and tell on you then tell your mom you have no idea what he or she is talking about<br />8th If they have a curtains, tie a string or something to it so when they walk past it falls on them.<br />9th Get a glass of water and dump it on them and say you did it on accident<br />10th Put glue on pillow not so much but some<br />11 Put stink bugs on ceiling<br />12 Pour salt on bed<br />13 Lock door first go in it unless you can open it from outside of room<br />14 If at your siblings best friend's say something embarrassing<br />15 trip them while walking with water<br />16 tell the boy or girl they have a crush on that they have one<br />17 tips don't tell mom about book<br />18 if your sister harasses you DO WHAT THE BOOK SAYS! Thank you.<br />19 Don't get fooled by them if they are nice the next day. Its a trick. Trust me on this I have been doing this for a year. but she has improved a little. Well a lot from when we started.<br />20 if she's just mean start one at a time if a brat do it all every day for a month<br /><br />Thank you for reading<br />I hope your sibling improves<br /><br />P.S. This is so not a joke. I wish it were.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6760797586043460208.post-42039676619270713412009-02-02T16:53:00.000-08:002009-02-05T04:36:59.286-08:00Happy &$%#^% Groundhog Day<div>Let the truth be known. I hate groundhogs. Absolutely loathe them. They are destructive little theives, the terrorist of summer, the fat ugly ogres of the harvest. </div><br /><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299291217826194018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6c_JW4rLppdXsRFex8CHwCdIThDLkTqqx8kNf0Px53CbJIMooYBdVM5ne2ME7ZjB3X7T21rmI-vX7ZcwWDwqu8S3foVuFzPoKz4hItRk9RB2UOSk_SNzkySKnC98r9uhkadZkpJ1t3Io/s400/groundhog.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div>Here are some facts about groundhogs:</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>- lethal gas to the groundhog hole has proven to be an effective means of control, only some municipalities do not allow such a measure to be employed.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>- groundhogs are carriers of tick-borne illnesses.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>- groundhogs are carriers of rabies. </div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>- groundhogs prolifically produce a litter 5 to 9 of equally as dispicable offspring. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6760797586043460208.post-23565734015257379382009-02-02T15:42:00.000-08:002009-02-02T15:44:09.678-08:00Pay it ForwardI decided to participate in a Pay it Forward …<br /><br />here's the deal:<br /><br />the first 4 people to leave a comment on this post will receive, at some point during the year, a handmade gift your truly. What it will be and when it will arrive is a total surprise!The catch is that you must participate as well: before you leave your comment here, write up a pay it forward post on your blog to keep the fun going. Then come back, let me know you’re going to play, and sit back and anticipate the arrival of your gift! Remember that only the first 4 comments will receive a gift from me, so be quick!I love that this is a crafty, hand made gift and that it encourages others to participate, so it is open to everyone, no matter the country as long as you Pay it Forward in your own way.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6760797586043460208.post-28278620209861622302009-01-17T10:48:00.000-08:002009-01-17T11:13:27.476-08:00The Entirely Unofficial Hunterdon Free^y^cle A List<p>I started this list because I became fed up with free^y^lers that didn't show up for their stuff. <p><a href="mailto:caheerjeavons@yahoo.com">caheerjeavons@yahoo.com</a></p><p><a href="mailto:Colene@jhadoption.org">Colene@jhadoption.org</a></p><p><a href="mailto:dmclark21@comcast.net">dmclark21@comcast.net</a></p><p><a href="mailto:gerryc1916@aol.com">gerryc1916@aol.com</a></p><p><a href="mailto:Kahluhagirl@hotmail.com">Kahluhagirl@hotmail.com</a></p><p><a href="mailto:khuff4242@yahoo.com">khuff4242@yahoo.com</a></p><p><a href="mailto:kircaldy007@comcast.net">kircaldy007@comcast.net</a></p><p><a href="mailto:loiseileen@embarqmail.com">loiseileen@embarqmail.com</a></p><p><a href="mailto:minimama73@yahoo.com">minimama73@yahoo.com</a></p><p><a href="mailto:redsjohn@yahoo.com">redsjohn@yahoo.com</a></p><p><a href="mailto:shadden2@earthlink.net">shadden2@earthlink.net</a></p><p><a href="mailto:tamarajpark@yahoo.com">tamarajpark@yahoo.com</a></p><p></p><p>If you are a Hunterdon county free^y^ler drop me an email <a href="mailto:making_footprints@yahoo.com">making_footprints@yahoo.com</a> and I will put their names up here. Hope this works as a good reference for you guys!</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6760797586043460208.post-58525457629531173252008-11-28T18:14:00.000-08:002008-11-28T18:33:23.781-08:00Only in AmericaOnly in America do we support a system that kills its supporters. No, I'm not talking about Big Tobacco, though it would be yet another glimmering example. I talking about Corporate America and Consumers. Most of you have already heard about the Wal Mart worker trampled to death. How did this happen? The people who had been allowed by Wal Mart to start gathering at the door 7 hours earlier, through the wee hours of the morning, clearly were not making good decisions. After standing on line for SEVEN HOURS who does make good decisions. (Why did Wal Mart knowingly allow this, by the way?) Add that the media hype over Black Friday. Someone had to brainwash people into thinking it was a good idea to line up outside any store in freezing temperatures, with no access to bathrooms and food, overnight. Nobody would come up with that on their own. Sorry. Yet the advertising geniuses (who, trust me, were tucked in soundly in their beds while this young man lost his life for what was a close to minimum wage job) managed to whip up the masses with too good to be true offers. And after 7 hours of standing in the freezing cold, the people waiting at the door see a man and get taken up in mob mentality, rush the doors and end that poor guy's life. Take the Wal Mart challenge -- I urge anyone who has made a purchase at Wal Mart today to RETURN YOUR MERCHANDISE ASAP and do not shop there the rest of the holiday season! Send Wal Mart, the Media and the rest of Corporate America the message that we will not be manipulated. 'Tis the season to see corporate giants fall and return our economy to the little guy.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6760797586043460208.post-49418816164668725162008-11-12T16:47:00.000-08:002008-11-12T16:52:10.562-08:00Freaky MoonLast night as we were leaving the grocery store the windshield of the truck was filled with a bright full moon, blurred by swirling clouds. My 5 year old remarks to my three year old, “Look at that freaky moon, and mom is driving <em>RIGHT </em>INTO IT!!!” Well, would you know that freaky moon followed us home? Cries of, "that freaky moon is chasing us" drowned out the radio. And when they got inside they let dad know that the freaky moon was <em>waiting</em>. RIGHT. OUT. SIDE. <br />Here's the Freaky Moon lying in wait in our back yard.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8k3I3AAXb9SnU74ZyXeW5baMyUvWMovBRYlHLnBVnJ26M5NUasOU-RD0gxffY_2lzYX_A0F_Pa61RkyyPHzcnoQoSvgF7oh-roGApaiDxW-iLGrTGxAAf-ZXRiRX6NSu38O_RBvtIuuY/s1600-h/030.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267937796359423634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8k3I3AAXb9SnU74ZyXeW5baMyUvWMovBRYlHLnBVnJ26M5NUasOU-RD0gxffY_2lzYX_A0F_Pa61RkyyPHzcnoQoSvgF7oh-roGApaiDxW-iLGrTGxAAf-ZXRiRX6NSu38O_RBvtIuuY/s400/030.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6760797586043460208.post-85876339985735034742008-11-11T16:52:00.000-08:002008-11-12T05:21:01.367-08:00A Nature HikeToday we took a nature hike up the columbia trail and then we headed down the trail that leads to the waterfall over the Lake Solitude dam.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267753937075372354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPUbjTpL4VOONkput6Ih06cPY-THYCj1GRkUo1SLXtbvRfauPutocK7UvXeQTv0nCK0AFl1rpl0dY4pzIm95eh50V6P7tdhhTjgW6NW0lZxCVEKuLEkEWtOeREq2hfywpWQcC-LeGUoaw/s400/falls.jpg" border="0" /> <div><br /><div></div><div>There has been much to do lately about turning this into a hydro-electric plant. I hope this will decrease the tax burden for this small town. We pay nearly tripple in property tax as the neighboring towns. We continued to follow the trail, which was marked, down to its end, which ended behind some old buildings behind the steel mill. There were some old buildings. Then we stopped by the park and the dizzy dog had fun:</div><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267757373463557986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKRZcRnWsL5dnOVr6aCCin0IvrJVN7wjJwC3taCMN7nbn25eWU_HNFQNsbXV2qH663A46TYm7FBXm5JBb_A9XVoyltmqj0zztO4_27gJu-HfVHymfxKS9gfI0zZcx6PGQDOxD8cFgiuA4/s400/dizzy.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6760797586043460208.post-87947745238137390152008-11-10T22:00:00.000-08:002008-11-12T04:51:50.450-08:00A Thoughful Friend<div>A sweet friend of mine cheered my day (Hi Cheryl!) by giving me these this evening. I just love the colors. They remind me that no matter how cold the winter gets, spring is just around the corner. </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267752682016325026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgJ_GPCN4J8WD27ouFArO4WsJ7iLULwGAF3tzEL7_3EJ7u3Y8RXlvYfopEOpSc8VpcdcVOqfgPMZnN2KQVUE7FJYp9uLO-vv6w51A5fzpxAJRIp6W-OK_W-272BJo9D_2uxl-rQZql5uU/s400/hydrangea.jpg" border="0" /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6760797586043460208.post-6272416951048905452008-11-08T04:14:00.000-08:002008-11-08T04:33:18.805-08:00Bunny Lactation Consulting<div><br />When we had our baby bunnies, only one of four survived. The mom had stopped nursing them and was running from them and nipping at them every time she tried to nurse. I thought to put lansinoh on her but she nipped at me as soon as I touched her there so I abandoned the idea and let nature take its course. I could feel that momma was engourged and I searched the internet for what to do and discoverd that bottle feeding is almost impossible with bunnies. At the recommendation of few sites I got some goats milk and tried anyway. The one bunny that was strong enough to persue her momma relentlessly in search of milk is the only one that survived. A friend of mine's bunnies also had bunnies (hi Kim!!!) and the mom was doing the same thing. One poor bunny persued her around the enclosure only to have mom hop away as soon as she latched on. Well this poor momma was well on her way to being engourged too, so we did what any rational people would do let, <s>nature take its course</s> hold the momma down and let the bunnies nurse. </div><div> </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266263431814512610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjncs5rtquX0_RK5wdhyq7-KqvkWipKpxqHUGARnqNSmi4BPgGYv5VCkTdEZe4RkCPS_mUW2oQx3gZEfp4donT44YgN6ftYx3cZDFvrefp-KDpsttggaFImbgjipOZ6dR1eLS_lIsB4Yqk/s400/buns2.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p>Apparently there is a favorite nipple worth fighting over. </p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266263285039190930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSYYk0nts3rLWgyVYthAQ9U-I69sh7eX4ZyyrN2o-PZZFUxMCp_7DM6P8eZJR8wsXptowmZBwPgW0AMJGjpJVp60jfr99rQIvyVnOFWKNGBdyJIxhQrda0nQ76D1k63UKQZbOXD_q9YnY/s400/buns1.jpg" border="0" /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6760797586043460208.post-91252451798159403922008-11-03T13:05:00.001-08:002008-11-03T13:20:10.281-08:00Fiber Friends!<div><div><div>We now have two new fiber friends, Sage and Rowland. It took more than 2 hours to groom them today. This was the result of their grooming --</div><div> </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264542900674693202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwTtBdBdYPr8tDN94vO1Bsg5WR-pjxQqpe3YAFSBgzvU7wQU3kwm879kF4B8NFx1d2yRJisUxdDnUUZL8yO950wmN-HdGKYuDki2KHEmlNODl8D9P7_WNKM2uvgnT_Z9rj5MYSqvf7hhY/s400/fiber.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div>-- 2 bags of fiber and a whole lot of matted and felted fur. </div><br /><div></div><div>They are quite possibly the kindest and gentlest bunnies I have ever met. Though it was tedious removing the matted fur around their faces, at some parts matted to the skin, they did not nip, even once. I just need to work on my stylist skills a bit before the next shearing. </div><div></div><br /><div>This is Rowland:</div><br /><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264542262938581106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 354px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGlTY4wFrcsPfgw4bR35wFXI2YY2G-CmlezG7lnieRa-HxoH5RQF3sJ6m52kugz7yPZJnydQ41o8ipVMopL2yEhzWHPHwB3x3M5IeoDsO38pB4iRz6vVVsU9PJZajJtQ9-jxFLxc-rC9A/s400/rowland.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div></div><div>and this is Sage:</div><br /><div></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264542365197938658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 386px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCLFi26rl0direuf6YfI7LJ3NpOa4UYH4laWlWPjb_6NuijGZK2He8m992Yzzde3B0y9DuJcq1SEvSBEJYOvnJtrwhD3onvmXgitsmdXm2xPTxFotlH-QqIIS5OHGIOe7j9SZwhlZsbOo/s400/sage.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div></div><div>I have learned some things about angora bunnies today. </div><br /><div></div><div>-- Don't groom them indoors. </div><br /><div>-- Keep a close eye on the scissors.</div><br /><div>-- Do not wear black velvet pants while near these bunnies.</div><br /><div>-- Angora fiber is lighter than air.</div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6760797586043460208.post-33483327972780482152008-10-31T08:40:00.000-07:002008-10-31T09:00:16.095-07:00Lily of the Valley Fairy<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjol67fNvhaaEjy1dEGR9E6vCva88OGZfpbtVDDCPwFtAMB3ShpauyjFqiN2rA7OOz8G-WgiM2H2T11UrID4L-pXzBTV3q4a3tf5BjmQTf_HMJ92VtY3uXCLZDVv5cMT0lnP_GEadOs6Qc/s1600-h/lotvfairy2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263346533454915778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjol67fNvhaaEjy1dEGR9E6vCva88OGZfpbtVDDCPwFtAMB3ShpauyjFqiN2rA7OOz8G-WgiM2H2T11UrID4L-pXzBTV3q4a3tf5BjmQTf_HMJ92VtY3uXCLZDVv5cMT0lnP_GEadOs6Qc/s400/lotvfairy2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh0VtEnfAlfRlT7lBGTrenelNb986vSXjqzBGYNjc5kqqrLY_6DZjkaCKSbvjvC_r0TYs5pM5HBYstfJ3qlh2uFeSS649y_ALkrGIAFgypeNXhagaltMHUmFBAmsUCZOixwK7OVhM04m4/s1600-h/lotvfairy1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263344439164312194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh0VtEnfAlfRlT7lBGTrenelNb986vSXjqzBGYNjc5kqqrLY_6DZjkaCKSbvjvC_r0TYs5pM5HBYstfJ3qlh2uFeSS649y_ALkrGIAFgypeNXhagaltMHUmFBAmsUCZOixwK7OVhM04m4/s400/lotvfairy1.jpg" border="0" /></a> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263347565412252530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-nkDikFLVOmqHWkvpcO1c8U_zsyPqxNC4odY7mJ-HDO1UwCwyqcpHFvWelhHIRJNvlXQaGIeY-tDBjKns6XhtEFZF2ceVfmrHED0m125GhdTHBlPEIQmNQdTAEjoOsvg0KeGGzQ-2uHY/s400/lotvf3.jpg" border="0" /></div></div><br /><p>Fairy maybe but that kid still has a face only her momma could love. </p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6760797586043460208.post-16210115179634404222008-10-30T12:13:00.000-07:002008-10-30T12:20:12.058-07:00The Power of InformationI believe in disclosure. I believe that people have the right to make choices based on the information they receive. I believe that people should be given all the information. Recently a law was passed requiring supermarkets to disclose the country of origin on all their produce. Two weeks ago, I passed up the garlic noting that it had been grown in China. I did not <s>need</s> trust Chinese garlic, particularly since some of it was going to be eaten raw in hummus. So I did not buy the Chinese garlic. Yesterday I noticed the garlic had a new sign next to the price. Product of the USA. Granted that's just a small change, however it proves that consumer pressure can cause even large supermarkets to yield.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6760797586043460208.post-25138154744190931452008-10-29T17:16:00.001-07:002008-10-30T13:01:14.624-07:00Fooling With FeltI have found a new <s>hobby</s> obsession -- needle felting. Now my first attempts were laughed at by my family and called zombie, mummie and soft sculptures of Van Gogh's The Scream. I had never held a felting needle before but after they all went home I vastly improved my technique. So first here are the gnomes:<br /><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262740010117332642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim4OVvSlzr1VFYpVtD2rH9oUZB_-j4jospIm7Vga_KRT8iHhqbZbPdbjrEemLodGsc2DJdxouzOIKO1M6iBj6SI4weDTlmlj6LO19u5nwWoHwWC0GMqb1xyBj36TfOY9JLEWPsIpwdQdI/s400/gnomes.jpg" border="0" /><br />And then, coming soon for Christmas are the Wise Old Woods Queen and her husband the Woods King with unicorn. I will also be making a prince and princess and of course the little sister princess.<br /><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262740374418501746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 341px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZOpbPTQNWF2ElWBfZmvowajJ8QT55-KDru9B9_hnc9ihxTSGmQCBeGnnNCsxNByV22wie8Qsr51mYXF4pD9vpVp4wxxb7YUSrdrKCGr9bdYxq3u0bTJORP8O9i31-vmWsdXRbOFE5ksI/s400/unicorn.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div>Now I am glad to have some things to populate the wood castle that I found at a yard sale for $15. The exact same one is <a href="http://www.willowtoys.com/catalog.php?item=2&catid=2&ret=catalog.php%3Fcategory%3D2">here </a>for much more. I just love being able to give my kids things I never would have been able to buy for a gift!<br /></div><div>Now, those of you who read my blog know I like to recycle and that I never, ever pay full price for stuff, and this too affects my needle felting. Most people use expensive wool roving. However, I use recycled wool. Some of it I have found in thrift shops as balls of wool and some I have found in thrift shops as wool sweaters, ugly and ready to be un-knitted. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6760797586043460208.post-84150062498724678902008-10-22T17:00:00.000-07:002008-10-23T14:05:27.434-07:00Yoghurt and Cheese and Bread...OH MY!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYEc3r0YsgfEczJQUvKMuExMOZl-ART14rzCXJ4H-lFtxfRZkqIAgzihpFgyoV89MWxok0ChRg3fTAreODICQ284o2N8Sg-U3wVuH7Qpo14nQqvPDJNuegtwkN5VFg_ijJMbkmz27noyQ/s1600-h/cheese3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260458295479233314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYEc3r0YsgfEczJQUvKMuExMOZl-ART14rzCXJ4H-lFtxfRZkqIAgzihpFgyoV89MWxok0ChRg3fTAreODICQ284o2N8Sg-U3wVuH7Qpo14nQqvPDJNuegtwkN5VFg_ijJMbkmz27noyQ/s400/cheese3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>With rising grocery costs we've been getting creative with food. A friend of mine was kind enough to give me some of her yoghurt start (thanks Kim!!!). She got it from a friend in California (we're in NJ) and her friend in CA's family took it with them when they escaped Lebanon in the 80s.<br /><br />So first step make 1 gallon milk into yoghurt. This is easy (again thanks to Kim!!!). Bring one gallon of milk just to a boil. Do this carefully as it will boil quickly and wildly foam out of control all over the stove and take hours to clean, but I digress. Once to a boil, remove from heat. Stir in a package of non fat dry milk. This is optional. It makes it creamier. Then let it sit until it is cool enough to put your pinky finger in for 10 seconds. Stir in 3 T start (or you can use plain commercial yoghurt). Pour into two quart size jars, and pour the remainder into a glass pitcher. Put someplace warm for 6 hours.<br /><br />Sweeten the two quart size jars with vanilla extract and honey. Add some sea salt to the pitcher. Line a collander with cheese cloth (doubled) or unbleached muslin (single layer). Put the collander within a bowl to catch the whey. Pour pitcher into lined collander. Top collander with a plate and put the whole shebang, bowl, collander and plate into the fridge for about 12 hours. The liquid that collects in the bottom is whey. Pour off the whey into a jars and seal tightly. You will need this for your bread.<br /><br />I have discovered how to make 100 % whole wheat bread in my breadmaker that myhusband will eat (he likes the texture of store bought bread). It is light andfluffy and yummy. The secret is whey. Here's the how to:<br /><br />Put the following in breadmaker and use whole wheat setting, light crust is best:<br /><br />3/4 cup whey<br />1/4 cup + 2T water (hot water if your whey is cold from the fridge, otherwiseroom temp)<br />2T canola oil<br />2T molasses or honey<br />2T vital wheat gluten<br />3 c whole wheat flour<br />1t sea salt<br />2t yeast<br /><br />So for the cost of 1 gallon milk, I have 2 quarts yoghurt, a crock full of cream cheese, and the ability to make whole grain bread that is not dense.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6760797586043460208.post-45928654981619771972008-10-19T13:31:00.000-07:002008-10-19T13:39:47.772-07:00Come On and Take a Free Ride!Anyone who has read my blog knows I love free stuff. Even more than getting something free, which is always a thrill, I love GIVING something away for free. (Just ask my local freecycle moderators!) Well, if you are in the Hunterdon County NJ area on November 1, 2008, come on and take a free ride on South Branch Community Chapel. Our good friends at The Inflation Station have donated their wild inflatables for us to give free rides to the community. Its totally free, we're all volunteers, and don't worry about it being a church thing -- nobody is going to preach at you. Hope to see you there!<br /><div></div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258967247073682338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDKEPPgPNr05qmTnsoXLqBYRVdecNYD2UhG9fEAFVmPkPKtYQGbHCYO0uxJxnsU-afqcpWR7fYprXFcFn2JiJnIhdt4TUIptkb_hBvY1D_d59lKJy5vkY_8C9U1md0XNZkkXTeVtouI3g/s400/img_freedom2008.gif" border="0" /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0