<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898579300749255269</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:12:28.015-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Leah...</title><subtitle type='html'>To my dear friends, and faithful readers.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MISS SAMARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815750515851794290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898579300749255269.post-5650656271598662104</id><published>2008-02-19T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T14:55:13.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something you can't replace</title><content type='html'>I may have spoken too soon. After getting a raise, I found out that the Design Studio at Haworth has been eliminated. So, technically I still have a job. Is it one I want? No. But I still consider myself lucky to be employed. Things will just look a lot different from here on. It's very sad to say good-bye to the job I loved and the people that made it so fun. I can't believe how attached I've become after one year in this position. I feel for those who had to say good-bye after a decade of work. The other day I was listening to some Cold Play and I thought of this song differently in light of recent events. All good things really do come to an end. But unlike the hopeless feeling this song leaves you with, I believe it's the beginning to something even more wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Fix Me"&lt;br /&gt;Cold Play&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you try your best, but you don't succeed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you get what you want, but not what you need&lt;br /&gt;When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stuck in reverse&lt;br /&gt;And the tears come streaming down your face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you lose something you can't replace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thankfully, this past weekend I was able to forget about all this mess from work. Bryan and I headed down to Lethbridge to hang out with family. We escaped to the mountains for a day with Richard and Becky as well. There is nothing more calming and peaceful to me than the beauty of the snow covered mountains. And we could not have asked for better weather. Believe me, it was hard to make myself get back in the car and leave the mountains behind. That's why pictures are so amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168825709078104962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/R7tbmMeBy4I/AAAAAAAAAe0/mjaZAerrwdw/s320/Waterton+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168825953891240850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/R7tb0ceBy5I/AAAAAAAAAe8/4BOalVvE-KI/s320/Waterton+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168826104215096226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/R7tb9MeBy6I/AAAAAAAAAfE/VR10ztZ3ZYI/s320/Waterton+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168826585251433394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/R7tcZMeBy7I/AAAAAAAAAfM/fnwSiBdKXHs/s320/Waterton+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168826967503522754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/R7tcvceBy8I/AAAAAAAAAfU/pce4T-4Bn_s/s320/Waterton+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168827177956920274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/R7tc7seBy9I/AAAAAAAAAfc/Zlyjdt0hP3A/s320/Waterton+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898579300749255269-5650656271598662104?l=samarakareen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/feeds/5650656271598662104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898579300749255269&amp;postID=5650656271598662104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/5650656271598662104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/5650656271598662104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/2008/02/something-you-cant-replace.html' title='Something you can&apos;t replace'/><author><name>MISS SAMARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815750515851794290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/R7tbmMeBy4I/AAAAAAAAAe0/mjaZAerrwdw/s72-c/Waterton+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898579300749255269.post-312184216699578667</id><published>2008-02-12T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T09:41:00.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Happy Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Leah is back at work after gallivanting around the world on her cruise….. Jamaica, I am very jealous! And despite the whack load of lay-offs at work, I’m happy to report that I still have a job. Hallelujah!&lt;br /&gt;Plus, what girl would not be happy after getting spoiled by THE coolest guy? Here’s a very small sampling of Bryan showing some love. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166149858553351010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/R7HZ7MeBy2I/AAAAAAAAAek/FjvX0a_ZALU/s320/3+months+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898579300749255269-312184216699578667?l=samarakareen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/feeds/312184216699578667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898579300749255269&amp;postID=312184216699578667' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/312184216699578667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/312184216699578667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/2008/02/oh-happy-day.html' title='Oh Happy Day!'/><author><name>MISS SAMARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815750515851794290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/R7HZ7MeBy2I/AAAAAAAAAek/FjvX0a_ZALU/s72-c/3+months+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898579300749255269.post-3699050525650296414</id><published>2008-02-01T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T15:26:11.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Design Envy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;One of the designers that I was working with on the NY showroom is now working with the design firm Pierre–Yves Rochon out of the Chicago office. Take a look at some of the amazing projects this firm has taken on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BEE-autiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/R6OpUcDcOcI/AAAAAAAAAec/O232t0CSS-c/s1600-h/sofitel-chgo-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162155766489823682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/R6OpUcDcOcI/AAAAAAAAAec/O232t0CSS-c/s320/sofitel-chgo-03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sofitel Chicago Water Tower&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chicago, Illinois&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/R6OpFcDcObI/AAAAAAAAAeU/IpyCrGVPvTw/s1600-h/ritz-lisbon-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162155508791785906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/R6OpFcDcObI/AAAAAAAAAeU/IpyCrGVPvTw/s320/ritz-lisbon-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ritz Lisbon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lisbon, Portugal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/R6Oo1cDcOaI/AAAAAAAAAeM/6D5xXRPCRKs/s1600-h/lac-07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162155233913878946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/R6Oo1cDcOaI/AAAAAAAAAeM/6D5xXRPCRKs/s320/lac-07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hotel du Lac&lt;br /&gt;Vevey, Switerland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/R6OokcDcOZI/AAAAAAAAAeE/S6U1ozbT7HA/s1600-h/fsh-paris-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162154941856102802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/R6OokcDcOZI/AAAAAAAAAeE/S6U1ozbT7HA/s320/fsh-paris-03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Four Seasons Hotel George V.&lt;br /&gt;Paris, France&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can only Dream!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898579300749255269-3699050525650296414?l=samarakareen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/feeds/3699050525650296414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898579300749255269&amp;postID=3699050525650296414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/3699050525650296414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/3699050525650296414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/2008/02/design-envy.html' title='Design Envy'/><author><name>MISS SAMARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815750515851794290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/R6OpUcDcOcI/AAAAAAAAAec/O232t0CSS-c/s72-c/sofitel-chgo-03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898579300749255269.post-4321337242305274496</id><published>2008-02-01T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T15:13:25.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard days work</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/R6OmNsDcOYI/AAAAAAAAAd8/m90WiBsy-7I/s1600-h/Bug+Glasses+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162152351990823298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/R6OmNsDcOYI/AAAAAAAAAd8/m90WiBsy-7I/s320/Bug+Glasses+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My boss was doing some spring cleaning and found these AWESOME glasses. Who doesn't like the opportunity to dress up??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/R6OjNMDcOWI/AAAAAAAAAds/FQvqxmdy-YQ/s1600-h/Scowly+Sammy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/R6OmB8DcOXI/AAAAAAAAAd0/3IbRBivL87g/s1600-h/Thinky+Sammy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162152150127360370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/R6OmB8DcOXI/AAAAAAAAAd0/3IbRBivL87g/s320/Thinky+Sammy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here I am... caught RED handed, taking a "music" break in our new lounge area. Yes. I do get around to working some days. Promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898579300749255269-4321337242305274496?l=samarakareen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/feeds/4321337242305274496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898579300749255269&amp;postID=4321337242305274496' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/4321337242305274496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/4321337242305274496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/2008/02/hard-days-work.html' title='Hard days work'/><author><name>MISS SAMARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815750515851794290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/R6OmNsDcOYI/AAAAAAAAAd8/m90WiBsy-7I/s72-c/Bug+Glasses+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898579300749255269.post-3828424791023070008</id><published>2008-01-22T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T22:35:48.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death Row</title><content type='html'>Some of you might know of the infamous family cat: Eddie. Honestly, it's hard to miss him. All 25 pounds or so of him. Well, those were the good days. Now a days he's looking more like something that's been living on the streets. But he's still Eddie, our family cat. I think he's hitting the 14 year mark this February. I can still remember the day he was born and everyone, but Emily, thought he was the ugliest of the litter. Lucky for him, that meant he was the only one left and Muffins (his mother with constant PMS) got the ol' boot. And he's had his share of enemies over the years: particularily any one of my friends that would show up in black clothing. Out came the roller, time and time again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems as though Eddie has reached the end of the line. Over the past couple months it's been the topic of discussion every time I go home. What do we do with Eddie? You can only let an animal suffer for so long before you can't stand it anymore. Little did I know that this past Sunday would be the very last time I saw Eddie. My sadness might come as a surprise to most as I never displayed much outward affection towards our rather large cat. But I'm also a tree... rooted, and not easily moved when it comes to change. So, yes, I will be very upset when I return home to a catless house. It's all I've known for the past 14 yrs of my life. Can you blame me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will miss Eddie, because whether I want to admit it or not.... I loved that cat and I can't believe that he won't be coming back...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898579300749255269-3828424791023070008?l=samarakareen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/feeds/3828424791023070008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898579300749255269&amp;postID=3828424791023070008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/3828424791023070008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/3828424791023070008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/2008/01/death-row.html' title='Death Row'/><author><name>MISS SAMARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815750515851794290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898579300749255269.post-7957571841421682988</id><published>2008-01-18T00:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T00:52:28.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cough-e and T!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/R5BnfNapVtI/AAAAAAAAAdk/MVXQCkHejwc/s1600-h/justus_logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156735359214245586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/R5BnfNapVtI/AAAAAAAAAdk/MVXQCkHejwc/s320/justus_logo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Coffee... I have given up on it. BUT. I've discovered a new love for tea over the past couple months (due to some outside influences). It's great. If I need to pass on coffee, tea will just as willingly fill the spot. This brand happens to be Fair Trade and Organic.... doesn't get much better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898579300749255269-7957571841421682988?l=samarakareen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/feeds/7957571841421682988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898579300749255269&amp;postID=7957571841421682988' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/7957571841421682988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/7957571841421682988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/2008/01/cough-e-and-t.html' title='Cough-e and T!'/><author><name>MISS SAMARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815750515851794290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/R5BnfNapVtI/AAAAAAAAAdk/MVXQCkHejwc/s72-c/justus_logo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898579300749255269.post-2051096017638367582</id><published>2008-01-15T15:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T15:28:59.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you Read this blog...</title><content type='html'>If you read this blog, I must first say that I am quite amazed.... You may be a little confused as to this new "layout". I decided to dedicate this blog to Leah,  she has been my faithful blog reader for some time now.... and is probably the only one who would really miss this mindless part of her day. I give you, Dear Leah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898579300749255269-2051096017638367582?l=samarakareen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/feeds/2051096017638367582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898579300749255269&amp;postID=2051096017638367582' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/2051096017638367582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/2051096017638367582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/2008/01/if-you-read-this-blog.html' title='If you Read this blog...'/><author><name>MISS SAMARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815750515851794290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898579300749255269.post-1652269181791972047</id><published>2008-01-15T15:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T15:25:07.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cauliflower</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/R41AH9apVsI/AAAAAAAAAdY/qfepkh6F4n4/s1600-h/CauliflowerWalnutParsley3U.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155847653898671810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" height="211" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/R41AH9apVsI/AAAAAAAAAdY/qfepkh6F4n4/s320/CauliflowerWalnutParsley3U.jpg" width="236" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hear they've been sticking cauliflower in every dish here at Haworth.&lt;br /&gt;It's a conspiracy.&lt;br /&gt;Well seeing as the definition of conspiricy is a plot to overthrow a government or other power, maybe not. But STILL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I object.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I object to anything with cauliflower. It's the veggie with an identity crisis. Or as Mark Twain said, "nothing but cabbage with a college education."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898579300749255269-1652269181791972047?l=samarakareen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/feeds/1652269181791972047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898579300749255269&amp;postID=1652269181791972047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/1652269181791972047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/1652269181791972047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/2008/01/cauliflower.html' title='Cauliflower'/><author><name>MISS SAMARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815750515851794290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/R41AH9apVsI/AAAAAAAAAdY/qfepkh6F4n4/s72-c/CauliflowerWalnutParsley3U.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898579300749255269.post-3222656364738435601</id><published>2008-01-08T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T07:22:54.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Year Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153121977458316850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/R4ORItapVjI/AAAAAAAAAcE/UaLS6lZWUmY/s320/Christmas+07+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;A new one just begun... John Lennon pretty much wraps that one up. For some reason, even though my status as a student has long expired, I still think of the year as starting in September. But if I start to think about the last year... all the way back to January, I find it rather amusing to think of all that has occured. This year has definately had it's share of downers. The amusing part to me is how devestating they were at the time to me, and now those events seem like bad dreams. I must say that the last "quater" of the year was very enjoyable and I am hoping that continues into 2008. Must have something to do with being able to take a week off from work to hang out with my family over Christmas. They definately have blessed my life, and I can't imagine life with out them! What stands out best in my mind from this past year is how God has so richly blessed me with amazing friendships. I thought I'd share some of them with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153122548688967234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/R4ORp9apVkI/AAAAAAAAAcM/wZXdCwyAC6g/s320/Christmas+07+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153122810681972306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/R4OR5NapVlI/AAAAAAAAAcU/nF44kHu5Qhk/s320/Christmas+07+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153123712625104482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/R4OSttapVmI/AAAAAAAAAcc/SRML37or32Q/s320/Christmas+07+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153124017567782514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/R4OS_dapVnI/AAAAAAAAAck/KGekOjAPeLg/s320/Christmas+07+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153124541553792642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/R4OTd9apVoI/AAAAAAAAAcs/MZRQDGZduPk/s320/Christmas+07+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153125847223850658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/R4OUp9apVqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/AyrC13MKur8/s320/Christmas+07+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898579300749255269-3222656364738435601?l=samarakareen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/feeds/3222656364738435601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898579300749255269&amp;postID=3222656364738435601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/3222656364738435601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/3222656364738435601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/2008/01/another-year-over_08.html' title='Another Year Over'/><author><name>MISS SAMARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815750515851794290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/R4ORItapVjI/AAAAAAAAAcE/UaLS6lZWUmY/s72-c/Christmas+07+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898579300749255269.post-7303627894715879447</id><published>2007-10-31T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T15:55:58.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127636083787125218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RykF2c-bUeI/AAAAAAAAAbk/ZSwv613jJzY/s320/IMG_7782.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RykFts-bUdI/AAAAAAAAAbc/ifBM_CluPEY/s1600-h/IMG_7774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127635933463269842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RykFts-bUdI/AAAAAAAAAbc/ifBM_CluPEY/s320/IMG_7774.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RykFn8-bUcI/AAAAAAAAAbU/1a5idQl2RdQ/s1600-h/IMG_7773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127635834679022018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RykFn8-bUcI/AAAAAAAAAbU/1a5idQl2RdQ/s320/IMG_7773.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RykFjM-bUbI/AAAAAAAAAbM/5LDjBL79aM8/s1600-h/IMG_7772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127635753074643378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RykFjM-bUbI/AAAAAAAAAbM/5LDjBL79aM8/s320/IMG_7772.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RykFUs-bUaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/dSfeYt2ZjW0/s1600-h/IMG_7771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127635503966540194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RykFUs-bUaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/dSfeYt2ZjW0/s320/IMG_7771.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RykFPs-bUZI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AUEJi3ynMTs/s1600-h/Haloween+pumpkin+carving+2007+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127635418067194258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RykFPs-bUZI/AAAAAAAAAa8/AUEJi3ynMTs/s320/Haloween+pumpkin+carving+2007+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I do miss the days in school when we would celebrate Reformation Day... 95 theses and all. But I guess it's not really appreciated by all, but rather is taken over just like all of the holidays. Easter becomes bunnies, Christmas becomes Santa... But I do love the pumpkins of Halloween. Here's a sampling of the pumpkins from the carving contest held at work. Who would have known I work with such creative individuals?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898579300749255269-7303627894715879447?l=samarakareen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/feeds/7303627894715879447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898579300749255269&amp;postID=7303627894715879447' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/7303627894715879447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/7303627894715879447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/2007/10/pumpkins.html' title='Pumpkins'/><author><name>MISS SAMARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815750515851794290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RykF2c-bUeI/AAAAAAAAAbk/ZSwv613jJzY/s72-c/IMG_7782.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898579300749255269.post-8819613120055922089</id><published>2007-10-27T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T13:04:52.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RyOZO8-bUYI/AAAAAAAAAa0/EkV5Rvb-VaQ/s1600-h/laptop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126109283042939266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RyOZO8-bUYI/AAAAAAAAAa0/EkV5Rvb-VaQ/s320/laptop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RyOZJM-bUXI/AAAAAAAAAas/GNm9viXZleU/s1600-h/Stingray-Wintergreen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126109184258691442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RyOZJM-bUXI/AAAAAAAAAas/GNm9viXZleU/s320/Stingray-Wintergreen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My search for a new winter jacket and computer has finally ended. Now, I realize that these are small items in relation to those of you purchasing home appliances and dream homes.... but consider these some of my dream purchases of the year. Me likey... and you'll notice the common theme of the colour green. That addiction is not going to end any time soon (well, I hope not at least) So, does anyone want an old laptop that has absolutely no use anymore? It will make a fine paperweight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898579300749255269-8819613120055922089?l=samarakareen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/feeds/8819613120055922089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898579300749255269&amp;postID=8819613120055922089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/8819613120055922089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/8819613120055922089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to Me.'/><author><name>MISS SAMARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815750515851794290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RyOZO8-bUYI/AAAAAAAAAa0/EkV5Rvb-VaQ/s72-c/laptop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898579300749255269.post-8743212168824802570</id><published>2007-10-04T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T16:05:37.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Bells</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RwVxecqQ2II/AAAAAAAAAak/6NGyHg1ptN4/s1600-h/n672400646_1139163_6367.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117621319479908482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RwVxecqQ2II/AAAAAAAAAak/6NGyHg1ptN4/s320/n672400646_1139163_6367.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think it's safe for me to finally tell everyone that Emily and Josh are engaged!!! He proposed on Sunday while in Kananaskis... and I have never seen those two smile more in my life. I guess the wedding fever has hit my family. I am so excited for them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898579300749255269-8743212168824802570?l=samarakareen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/feeds/8743212168824802570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898579300749255269&amp;postID=8743212168824802570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/8743212168824802570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/8743212168824802570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/2007/10/wedding-bells.html' title='Wedding Bells'/><author><name>MISS SAMARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815750515851794290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RwVxecqQ2II/AAAAAAAAAak/6NGyHg1ptN4/s72-c/n672400646_1139163_6367.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898579300749255269.post-149038160981496061</id><published>2007-10-04T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T15:52:53.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boston in the Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RwVukcqQ2HI/AAAAAAAAAac/xWKGovsXiOM/s1600-h/fall_bridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117618124024240242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RwVukcqQ2HI/AAAAAAAAAac/xWKGovsXiOM/s320/fall_bridge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just like the the pirates who don't do anything, I've never been to Boston in the Fall..... but I'm on my way next week. I can't wait to see the showroom, but more importantly the beautiful colours of fall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898579300749255269-149038160981496061?l=samarakareen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/feeds/149038160981496061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898579300749255269&amp;postID=149038160981496061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/149038160981496061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/149038160981496061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/2007/10/boston-in-fall.html' title='Boston in the Fall'/><author><name>MISS SAMARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815750515851794290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RwVukcqQ2HI/AAAAAAAAAac/xWKGovsXiOM/s72-c/fall_bridge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898579300749255269.post-106750981687817108</id><published>2007-09-13T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T17:27:33.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mending</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I cannot pretend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;that I felt any regret&lt;br /&gt;Cause each broken heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; will eventually mend&lt;br /&gt;As the blood runs red &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;down the needle and thread&lt;br /&gt;Someday you will be loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;You may feel alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;when you're falling asleep&lt;br /&gt;And everytime tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;roll down your cheeks&lt;br /&gt;But I know your heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;belongs to someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;you've yet to meet&lt;br /&gt;Someday you will be loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;**Death Cab For Cutie**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898579300749255269-106750981687817108?l=samarakareen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/feeds/106750981687817108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898579300749255269&amp;postID=106750981687817108' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/106750981687817108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/106750981687817108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/2007/09/mending.html' title='Mending'/><author><name>MISS SAMARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815750515851794290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898579300749255269.post-1198945387179526664</id><published>2007-09-12T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T16:12:20.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'll cut out the excuses for my absence and get right to the point. Life has definitely thrown me for a loop these past couple weeks, what with so many changes. It is a very weird feeling when one of the only consistent things around me is my job. Which is a testament in itself, seeing as I have been all over the place for work lately. A couple weeks ago I took another short trip to New York. I am happy to report that with this visit, New York finally lived to all it's hype. If you like a city with lots of excitement, people, noise and activity... then New York is the place for you. But this visit was very rewarding as I was finally able to see the site where my showroom is under construction. Alas... mysteries were revealed and I was able to see the space for all it's potential. I am very excited (and now even MORE nervous) for the completion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then there was a very quick move to the new basement suite (Thanks SO much to Mom, Dad, Duane, and the Dee's' family....) I've got my own room again, and cable t.v.!!! but I miss my Stephanie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was off to Holland Michigan for the week. It was great being back in Michigan, especially when we were treated to all the best restaurants. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RuhrgIE_NvI/AAAAAAAAAaU/o4d54BCFFm8/s1600-h/Michigan+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109451976920217330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RuhrgIE_NvI/AAAAAAAAAaU/o4d54BCFFm8/s320/Michigan+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our first night in Saugatuck, on the Pier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RuhrboE_NuI/AAAAAAAAAaM/sWtwrTbKvaA/s1600-h/Michigan+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109451899610805986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RuhrboE_NuI/AAAAAAAAAaM/sWtwrTbKvaA/s320/Michigan+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Relaxing in the HUMID heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RuhrWoE_NtI/AAAAAAAAAaE/YSyp7fInzKg/s1600-h/Michigan+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109451813711460050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RuhrWoE_NtI/AAAAAAAAAaE/YSyp7fInzKg/s320/Michigan+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My brewskey of choice... how appropriate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RuhrLIE_NsI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/j4UbYOtEobk/s1600-h/Michigan+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109451616142964418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RuhrLIE_NsI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/j4UbYOtEobk/s320/Michigan+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You could smell the money in the air...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/Ruhq_4E_NrI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/GNiGh7KSPN4/s1600-h/Michigan+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109451422869436082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/Ruhq_4E_NrI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/GNiGh7KSPN4/s320/Michigan+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was at the Blue Moon Cafe, where we were eaten alive by mosquitoes eating our highly overpriced (but so very delicious) meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/Ruhq04E_NqI/AAAAAAAAAZs/snX3pm8MaQw/s1600-h/Michigan+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109451233890875042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/Ruhq04E_NqI/AAAAAAAAAZs/snX3pm8MaQw/s320/Michigan+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haworth Headquarters Renovation underway, this is going to be an awesome space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RuhqmoE_NpI/AAAAAAAAAZk/A7Di3T0MRpc/s1600-h/Michigan+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109450989077739154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RuhqmoE_NpI/AAAAAAAAAZk/A7Di3T0MRpc/s320/Michigan+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Monte (Design Studio co-worker) and I on our hard hat tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RuhqfIE_NoI/AAAAAAAAAZc/lzcwcqhfFog/s1600-h/Michigan+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109450860228720258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RuhqfIE_NoI/AAAAAAAAAZc/lzcwcqhfFog/s320/Michigan+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Holland Michigan by night, such a quaint town. I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RuhqTIE_NnI/AAAAAAAAAZU/uYtmCRJfLNg/s1600-h/Michigan+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109450654070290034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RuhqTIE_NnI/AAAAAAAAAZU/uYtmCRJfLNg/s320/Michigan+075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, here we are back in old Cow town for Priscilla's' B-day. I thought it was hilarious that she was singing along to the Happy Birthday song... happy birthday to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RuhqEoE_NmI/AAAAAAAAAZM/4oVVsZlix24/s1600-h/Michigan+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109450404962186850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RuhqEoE_NmI/AAAAAAAAAZM/4oVVsZlix24/s320/Michigan+077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Priscilla and I... working off the sushi. I think I swallowed a bug here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Perhaps I should clarify that the one thing that is consistently consistent in my life is God. I brought home a rock from climbing the other day, sort of a silly reminder for me to keep building my foundation on God.... the One who never changes. So, life keeps ticking by, and I am taking it one day at a time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898579300749255269-1198945387179526664?l=samarakareen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/feeds/1198945387179526664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898579300749255269&amp;postID=1198945387179526664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/1198945387179526664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/1198945387179526664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/2007/09/changes.html' title='Changes...'/><author><name>MISS SAMARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815750515851794290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RuhrgIE_NvI/AAAAAAAAAaU/o4d54BCFFm8/s72-c/Michigan+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898579300749255269.post-1618071512986016236</id><published>2007-08-06T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T19:27:13.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soon, and very soon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RrfWage9V2I/AAAAAAAAAYc/iBkFP7dJ21k/s1600-h/Johnsons+Canyon_08_07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095777254277732194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RrfWage9V2I/AAAAAAAAAYc/iBkFP7dJ21k/s320/Johnsons+Canyon_08_07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Blue Eyed Boy (I owed him a good picture... and clearly not of me!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;     So, a little bit of advice that I'm sure most brilliant people would already know. Banff, on a holiday monday: stupid, stupid busy. Duane and I hiked along Johnson's Canyon, up to the inkpots, which was a very moderate hike. Once we got onto the actual trail we started dropping people and it soon felt like we had the mountains to ourselves. Lucky for us semi-out of shape people (I'll speak for myself, I was getting tired at the end... sad I know) it really isn't very long. But I will say it again, as I probably am repeating myself, I absolutely love to be in the mountains. So, now I'm set for the week ahead: which proves to be very eventful. Reuben and Tannia are getting married on Saturday. Holy crap! I don't think it's really going to sink in that I will officially have another sister until they are standing up in the church; looking all googly-eyed at each other. It's a wonderful thing, and to say I'm excited for the whole thing would be an understatement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898579300749255269-1618071512986016236?l=samarakareen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/feeds/1618071512986016236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898579300749255269&amp;postID=1618071512986016236' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/1618071512986016236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/1618071512986016236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/2007/08/soon-and-very-soon.html' title='Soon, and very soon.'/><author><name>MISS SAMARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815750515851794290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RrfWage9V2I/AAAAAAAAAYc/iBkFP7dJ21k/s72-c/Johnsons+Canyon_08_07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898579300749255269.post-2166921654414822242</id><published>2007-07-22T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T23:53:36.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer lovin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's been far, FAR too long since I've been able to take the time and sit down in front of this here comput-air screen. Steph and I moved into the basement at the beginning of July for our two month-in-limbo state. This is the only valid explanation I have for my absence... as the Internet connection has been temperamental to say the least. I'll try my best to be short and sweet here.... but the summer is busy with activity, therefore bringing many things to tell about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090264848436909874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RqRA6Qe9VzI/AAAAAAAAAYE/A7WxSdFWgoA/s320/June+106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Duane and I were in Lethbridge to celebrate my parents 25th wedding anniversary. This is taken in Henderson Lake park.... Duane's first visit.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090265604351154002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RqRBmQe9V1I/AAAAAAAAAYU/Z8NDRvquD3c/s320/June+153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;To celebrate my parents anniversary we had fire at Reuben and Tannia's house, where Michael proceeded to once again be the center of attention. This was his "thing" that weekend... playing dead. Seriously... who's kid is this? It's hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RqRBPge9V0I/AAAAAAAAAYM/Hr0GIGtGA_4/s1600-h/June+121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090265213509130050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RqRBPge9V0I/AAAAAAAAAYM/Hr0GIGtGA_4/s320/June+121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And the classic family picture had not been updated since the days I was sporting what resembled a hideous mushroom cut. It's very hard to get this group of people organized, let alone looking gorgeous all in one shot. This is my family and I love them to bits. It's very cool hanging out as adults. I'm sure Reuben appreciates not being told on every hour by his  sisters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RqRAhQe9VyI/AAAAAAAAAX8/iUpJq0ThdPs/s1600-h/Josh+and+Sara+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090264418940180258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RqRAhQe9VyI/AAAAAAAAAX8/iUpJq0ThdPs/s320/Josh+and+Sara+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Canada Day weekend... Josh hosted a pool party in his bEEEEautiful backyard. Little bit of b.b.q, pool and hot tub time, eating ridiculous amounts of spits, lame-o Lethbridge fire works, and some laughs to be sure. Emily and Josh... whom I have aptly named the model couple, probably one of the most sincere and fun couples I know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090258882727335490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RqQ7fAe9VkI/AAAAAAAAAWM/Vtbkz5Tskcc/s320/Josh+and+Sara+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That same weekend, Mom, Emily and I drove out to the Hat for Tannia's wedding shower. I love this girl and it's awesome that she's going to be my new sister. Tannia is a gift from God... oh and the shower was pretty sweet too. She looked priceless trying to whack down her pinata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090259423893214818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RqQ7-ge9VmI/AAAAAAAAAWc/VV2XhI09XZ4/s320/Josh+and+Sara+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Duane and I at Josh (Duane's brother) and Sara's wedding in Edmonton. 07.07.07... Josh should definitely not have a good reason for forgetting his anniversary. This was a super casual wedding, where I was privileged  (and sooo very nervous about) to meet the rest of Duane's family. They were an awesome group of people, and they welcomed me with open arms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090259179080078930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RqQ7wQe9VlI/AAAAAAAAAWU/aPIQp08vOEc/s320/Josh+and+Sara+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dianna and I in Edmonton.. about to take the train to downtown. I spent half the weekend at Dianna and Steve's place, which worked out marvelous. It was great to see them again, and get some awesome girl time in with Dianna. We hit the shops on White ave in the afternoon after a couple games of squash. I'll let her tell you the outcome... That evening Marc and Tara joined us for dinner and then we all biked downtown to take in some street performers at the festival. I don't think Marc appreciated the Acrobats in their spandex attire, but there was some amazing performances there that night. Some had me laughing so hard, I swear I felt some tears welling up a couple times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090259857684911746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RqQ8Xwe9VoI/AAAAAAAAAWs/4LjpJRWPSFg/s320/Waterton+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last weekend in Waterton, we camped with Emily and Josh. It was so stinking hot, but swimming in the fresh water lakes and eating ice cream did the trick. This my proof to the world that Duane does in deed know how to make me laugh....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090260158332622482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RqQ8pQe9VpI/AAAAAAAAAW0/UJXM02NN7_k/s320/Waterton+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I rest my case. Duane LOVES his ice cream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090263525586982658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RqQ_tQe9VwI/AAAAAAAAAXs/xk0ue69rdhY/s320/cowgirl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Umm, I'll explain. Steph did a little photo shoot of me during Stampede week. I don't think I actually ever wore the hat out in public... I guess this is technically now in public. So, don't look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made it out to the Grandstand show at the Stampede this year, I tagged along once more with Duane's family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090258719518578226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RqQ7Vge9VjI/AAAAAAAAAWE/0XdipZGf12Q/s320/Beer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally we are this weekend... almost there. This was the trial beer for the night: Richards White... served with an orange slice. I really enjoyed the beer, as did Rodd and Steph: the crew for the Seanachie Friday night patio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090259587101972082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RqQ8IAe9VnI/AAAAAAAAAWk/-Tqw3AAXYpk/s320/Seanachie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Steph, my room mate, and more recently: dream interpreter. She's been hearing a lot of talking at night from me, sleeping in the same room. And we haven't killed each other yet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090261068865689282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RqQ9eQe9VsI/AAAAAAAAAXM/Kn8rwLW2rkQ/s320/Weekend+22nd+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090260660843796146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RqQ9Gge9VrI/AAAAAAAAAXE/93zPUHqgj8A/s320/Weekend+22nd+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alise, Meaghan and I took a hike around Upper Kananaskis Lake on Saturday. It was absolutely beautiful out there, it was so great to be out enjoying God's amazing creation. The hike is great... following the edge of the lake most of the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090260403145758370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RqQ83ge9VqI/AAAAAAAAAW8/_-PnciqjH6E/s320/Weekend+22nd+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090261438232876770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RqQ9zwe9VuI/AAAAAAAAAXc/wRGi6haDlCs/s320/Weekend+22nd+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Isabelle, is leaving me to go back to England this week. A mutual friend of ours from church hosted a b.b.q (my Strawberry spinach salad was a hit!) It was good food, and was so very good to see Isabelle before I don't get to see her again for a very long, long time. I see a trip to England in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RqQ9owe9VtI/AAAAAAAAAXU/dIJquYJamQE/s1600-h/Weekend+22nd+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090261249254315730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RqQ9owe9VtI/AAAAAAAAAXU/dIJquYJamQE/s320/Weekend+22nd+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The ridiculously large carrot cake Dan dragged out for desert... this cake had disaster written all over it. Evidence could be found on Dan's icing decorated face, or the hand print right on top of the perfectly symmetrical cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090261708815816434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RqQ-Dge9VvI/AAAAAAAAAXk/vbScWoAqmO4/s320/Weekend+22nd+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday.... today! The Young Adults from First CRC headed to Boston pizza for lunch. The poor restaurant, there was at least 25 of us.... but no one had to cook and worry about running out of food. Then it was off to Bowness park for an afternoon of SUN, multiple games of Frisbee, snaking and the best part of all: floating down the river. We'd jump in and the current takes you to a very shallow edge under the bridge, where we'd scrape our knees and other such body parts on the rocks trying to get back to land.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090258629324264994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RqQ7QQe9ViI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Bld7D4ka5pI/s320/Weekend+22nd+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Duane, I'm sure he can get quite annoyed, what with me constantly taking pictures of us... more specifically him. But here he's being a good sport about it. This was the perfect day, hanging out with friends and enjoying the beautiful Calgary weather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, there it is.... the crash course of my life for the last little while. I know, overload.... but I wanted to assure you that life is still ticking, and that I even thought it's been busy, I am loving the many blessing that God has been granting to me. This week I am heading to New York for business, which I am very excited about. It will be a short trip, 3 days, but just enough to get my feet wet. As for the outcome of Neo Con, my last past... I can honestly not track down the pictures. In my attempt to get you to really see this... I'm directing you to the website.. and enjoy! &lt;a href="http://www.haworth.com/Brix?pageID=862"&gt;http://www.haworth.com/Brix?pageID=862&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898579300749255269-2166921654414822242?l=samarakareen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/feeds/2166921654414822242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898579300749255269&amp;postID=2166921654414822242' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/2166921654414822242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/2166921654414822242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/2007/07/summer-lovin.html' title='Summer lovin&apos;'/><author><name>MISS SAMARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815750515851794290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RqRA6Qe9VzI/AAAAAAAAAYE/A7WxSdFWgoA/s72-c/June+106.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898579300749255269.post-1614044098321271821</id><published>2007-06-08T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T15:52:18.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicago and back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/Rmncpmj5mbI/AAAAAAAAAV0/mboeaIw2pyA/s1600-h/Chicago+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073829062493444530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/Rmncpmj5mbI/AAAAAAAAAV0/mboeaIw2pyA/s320/Chicago+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Many thanks to this great company for sending me to Chicago!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/Rmncamj5maI/AAAAAAAAAVs/h7_9yM48wWA/s1600-h/Chicago+103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073828804795406754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/Rmncamj5maI/AAAAAAAAAVs/h7_9yM48wWA/s320/Chicago+103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; View from one of the Haworth showroom windows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/Rmnb9mj5mZI/AAAAAAAAAVk/FbXxY1HJJmw/s1600-h/Chicago+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073828306579200402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/Rmnb9mj5mZI/AAAAAAAAAVk/FbXxY1HJJmw/s320/Chicago+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Water Tower Place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/Rmnbw2j5mYI/AAAAAAAAAVc/OWyOykesbiU/s1600-h/Chicago+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073828087535868290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/Rmnbw2j5mYI/AAAAAAAAAVc/OWyOykesbiU/s320/Chicago+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Water Tower Place, I took the night to wander the city alone...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is what I found!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RmnbnGj5mXI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Rr27dFdWx4E/s1600-h/Chicago+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073827920032143730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RmnbnGj5mXI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Rr27dFdWx4E/s320/Chicago+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RmnbPWj5mWI/AAAAAAAAAVM/_ZRLPQ-4RDM/s1600-h/Samara.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073827512010250594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RmnbPWj5mWI/AAAAAAAAAVM/_ZRLPQ-4RDM/s320/Samara.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eating dinner in the rain, we insisted on sitting it out..&lt;br /&gt;until our dishes starting pooling with rain water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/Rmna82j5mVI/AAAAAAAAAVE/QBixYjsxeZY/s1600-h/Trump3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073827194182670674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/Rmna82j5mVI/AAAAAAAAAVE/QBixYjsxeZY/s320/Trump3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trump towers, upon completion it will be the tallest building in Chicago...&lt;br /&gt;beating the Sears Towers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/Rmnay2j5mUI/AAAAAAAAAU8/G77OFiooSKE/s1600-h/Merch.+Mart.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073827022383978818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/Rmnay2j5mUI/AAAAAAAAAU8/G77OFiooSKE/s320/Merch.+Mart.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In front of the oh so grand Merchandise Mart.. in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RmnamGj5mTI/AAAAAAAAAU0/h44n_2Gl3Dk/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073826803340646706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RmnamGj5mTI/AAAAAAAAAU0/h44n_2Gl3Dk/s320/3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Marina City (More like parking city...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now that the world has stopped spinning for t-minus 60 minutes, I will attempt to inform you of my recent voyage to the beautiful city of Chicago. Kim (my boss) and I flew out on Thursday morning, morning is generous... I'm not sure the birds were even up yet. And always, when it came to preparations and packing, it was all last minute. I think I had convinced myself that if I didn't pack, I wasn't really going to have to go. Don't get me wrong. There was excitement prior to the trip, but it was choked out by nerves and insecurities. So, needless-to-say, I didn't get much sleep that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have to say, I love Chicago, or what I saw of it for that matter. Kim and I took one afternoon to go on an Architectural boat tour along the Chicago river. That my friends, was one of the most fascinating parts of my trip. There are a plethora of beautiful buildings that are all so very unique. And it's true, I am a sucker for architecture. I definitely got my fix. Over the course of my 5 night stay, I was fortunate to dine at some fine establishments. My favorite place was Au Bon Pain, this deli of sorts on the bottom floor of the Merchandise Mart. One of the great things about travelling for business is everything can be expensed. So, expense my Au Bon Pain, I certainly will (along with the outrageous taxi fairs, and steep boutique hotel rates)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As for work... as usual in the world of construction and showrooms, there is a lot of collaboration between trades and every other designer and their dog. In short, it was a bit of a gong show at the showroom and there wasn't much for me to do at the start of my arrival. Once the installers started to get more product in, I was able to occupy my time easier. But what a treat to see everything coming together finally in front of my eyes. Just not sure if it's worth the many days away from home yet... still deciding on that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The actual building that houses the Haworth showroom is the Merchandise Mart, done in art deco style, it allows for over 4 million square feet of occupancy space. Along with our competitors are hordes more showrooms, some of which were also caught up in the frenzy of preparations for Neo Con. It was great to be able to stop in and see them. But I'll cut the ramblings off there and let you see Chicago. I will post the pictures from inside the showroom once Neo Con has gotten under way, until then it's top secret. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898579300749255269-1614044098321271821?l=samarakareen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/feeds/1614044098321271821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898579300749255269&amp;postID=1614044098321271821' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/1614044098321271821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/1614044098321271821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/2007/06/chicago-and-back.html' title='Chicago and back.'/><author><name>MISS SAMARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815750515851794290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/Rmncpmj5mbI/AAAAAAAAAV0/mboeaIw2pyA/s72-c/Chicago+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898579300749255269.post-6940427349825653842</id><published>2007-05-29T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T16:30:15.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;Congratulations Mom and Dad! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;25 years of marriage and still going strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Love seems the swiftest, but it is the slowest of all growths. No man or woman really knows what perfect love is until they have been married a quarter of a century.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mark Twain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Successful marriage requires falling in love many times, always with the same person. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;German Greer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;And at last, from the oh SO famous The Princess Bride:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Mawage. Mawage is wot bwings us togeder tooday. Mawage, that bwessed awangment, that dweam wifin a dweam... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;And wuv, tru wuv, will fowow you foweva... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; So tweasure your wuv.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898579300749255269-6940427349825653842?l=samarakareen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/feeds/6940427349825653842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898579300749255269&amp;postID=6940427349825653842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/6940427349825653842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/6940427349825653842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/2007/05/congratulations-mom-and-dad-25-years-of.html' title=''/><author><name>MISS SAMARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815750515851794290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898579300749255269.post-7585773511773827518</id><published>2007-05-27T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T23:41:50.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family and the Hulk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/Rlp4tVFxYFI/AAAAAAAAAUo/G-swW2nIjBo/s1600-h/Noam"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069497050709712978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/Rlp4tVFxYFI/AAAAAAAAAUo/G-swW2nIjBo/s320/Noam%27s+Birthday+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ezra, Ezra, Ezra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/Rlp4UVFxYEI/AAAAAAAAAUg/pCdu4HxLB1U/s1600-h/Noam"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069496621212983362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/Rlp4UVFxYEI/AAAAAAAAAUg/pCdu4HxLB1U/s320/Noam%27s+Birthday+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Duane and Ezra... Ezra is the drooling monster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/Rlp3_lFxYDI/AAAAAAAAAUY/jj9o1tT8dyI/s1600-h/Noam"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069496264730697778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/Rlp3_lFxYDI/AAAAAAAAAUY/jj9o1tT8dyI/s320/Noam%27s+Birthday+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kids, they grow up so fast these days, hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/Rlp3uVFxYCI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/linzcfLXG3Y/s1600-h/Monkey+Bars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069495968377954338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/Rlp3uVFxYCI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/linzcfLXG3Y/s320/Monkey+Bars.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The two monkeys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/Rlp3lFFxYBI/AAAAAAAAAUI/H1p9sbHTim0/s1600-h/Hulk+Hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069495809464164370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/Rlp3lFFxYBI/AAAAAAAAAUI/H1p9sbHTim0/s320/Hulk+Hands.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Noam and the Hulk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This weekend started off with a visit from some of my favorite people, ever. Dianna, Steve, Marc and Tara. They all spent the night Thursday, a stop over from Edmonton on the way to Vancouver. It was awesome to see them and catch up a little again. And, I finally got to meet some more of Duanes family this weekend. It was his nephew Noam's 3rd birthday on Friday, so we headed up to St.Albert for the celebrations. My nerves were unecessary as Duanes family accepted me with open arms. And he wasn't lying to me, his two nephews: Noam and Ezra are two of the cutest kids I have ever seen. It was absolutely great to spend two whole solid days with Duane, can't seem to get enough of this guy. I had a very low key weekend though, played a lot of Lego with Noam (Duanes birthday gift to him) and enjoyed seeing Ezra laugh at almost everything and anything. There was a lot of lazing around the house as well. Which was the perfect end for another rather stressful week at work, and the perfect start to an upcoming busy week. On Thursday I will be flying out to Chicago for business and will be spending 5 days preparing the showroom for the upcoming World Trade show: Neo Con. That's the excitement for the time being, that and I just finished talking to Emily... she was walking through the aiport with Josh. Safe and sound, and she sounded extremely happy to be home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898579300749255269-7585773511773827518?l=samarakareen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/feeds/7585773511773827518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898579300749255269&amp;postID=7585773511773827518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/7585773511773827518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/7585773511773827518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/2007/05/family-and-hulk.html' title='Family and the Hulk'/><author><name>MISS SAMARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815750515851794290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/Rlp4tVFxYFI/AAAAAAAAAUo/G-swW2nIjBo/s72-c/Noam%27s+Birthday+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898579300749255269.post-5635181375119742403</id><published>2007-05-22T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T23:10:05.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneak Peak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's a little sneak peak of the the weekend, camping in Kananaskis. It's true. It was wet and cold, then sunny, and then wet and cold all over again. So, I am not going to lie that it was not the greatest camping trip ever to have been on. But the whole lot of us made the best of it. I am now in camping mood... ready to go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RlPYwFFxYAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/UxDTFkuuPSM/s1600-h/May+Long+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067632326233645058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RlPYwFFxYAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/UxDTFkuuPSM/s320/May+Long+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Best part of the weekend?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Besides the mountains, campfires...and Saturday night run to the Hot Tubs...) Hanging out with this guy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RlPYN1FxX_I/AAAAAAAAAT4/4pkqegZ6V_M/s1600-h/May+Long+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067631737823125490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RlPYN1FxX_I/AAAAAAAAAT4/4pkqegZ6V_M/s320/May+Long+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think I'm going to be sick just remembering the gas caused by Nick eating this ENTIRE pot of rice. We were proud of our little Nick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RlPXslFxX-I/AAAAAAAAATw/oqhVHxz0SVo/s1600-h/May+Long+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067631166592475106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RlPXslFxX-I/AAAAAAAAATw/oqhVHxz0SVo/s320/May+Long+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Priscilla, Meg and I. Happy... but so very, very cold!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RlPXRVFxX9I/AAAAAAAAATo/UB5gaM5mvTM/s1600-h/May+Long+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067630698441039826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RlPXRVFxX9I/AAAAAAAAATo/UB5gaM5mvTM/s320/May+Long+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brian and Meg's fish: caught with &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the famous words "here fishy fishy fishy."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RlPWclFxX8I/AAAAAAAAATg/8Fm1D-HqbNE/s1600-h/May+Long+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067629792202940354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RlPWclFxX8I/AAAAAAAAATg/8Fm1D-HqbNE/s320/May+Long+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pam, just hanging around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RlPWB1FxX7I/AAAAAAAAATY/ZsQ5fMyF4Xc/s1600-h/May+Long+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067629332641439666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RlPWB1FxX7I/AAAAAAAAATY/ZsQ5fMyF4Xc/s320/May+Long+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Every time I see this guy, he's doing dishes... a catch indeed! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898579300749255269-5635181375119742403?l=samarakareen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/feeds/5635181375119742403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898579300749255269&amp;postID=5635181375119742403' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/5635181375119742403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/5635181375119742403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/2007/05/sneak-peak.html' title='Sneak Peak'/><author><name>MISS SAMARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815750515851794290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RlPYwFFxYAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/UxDTFkuuPSM/s72-c/May+Long+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898579300749255269.post-2962317832056258675</id><published>2007-05-17T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T23:23:13.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping is good jah?</title><content type='html'>I don't think that Friday afternoon can come soon enough! (Not that I'm one that lives for the weekends... I also enjoy my week days...) But honestly, I can't wait to get out of this crazy city. Priscilla and I took an early road trip out to Kananaskis this evening to snag some awesome spots at Lower Lake campground. I am very proud of our findings, and even more proud that the weekend actually seems to be coming together. Now, if I can relax for a couple days and refrain from going all Hitler dictator like on everyone... life will be swell. I really appreciate all the work that Priscilla has been putting into this weekend, keeping everyone in the loop and all. And between her laughing at my really bad jokes and us just generally being altogether immature... the short trip was indeed sweet. A great start, as I eagerly now wait for Friday night to arrive. I must say... a part of me will remain at Kikkomen (sp??) as there truly is none other that can compare to the amazing memories made there over the years. But I do hope to make some new ones this weekend with my the new gang. So... Happy long weekend!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898579300749255269-2962317832056258675?l=samarakareen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/feeds/2962317832056258675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898579300749255269&amp;postID=2962317832056258675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/2962317832056258675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/2962317832056258675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/2007/05/camping-is-good-jah.html' title='Camping is good jah?'/><author><name>MISS SAMARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815750515851794290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898579300749255269.post-7692761237056244147</id><published>2007-05-15T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T17:09:18.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trains and planes and automobiles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RkpKNkbo3vI/AAAAAAAAATQ/7aIHhBvBkt4/s1600-h/Mothers+Day+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064942327909900018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RkpKNkbo3vI/AAAAAAAAATQ/7aIHhBvBkt4/s320/Mothers+Day+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RkpKDEbo3uI/AAAAAAAAATI/lcCwGHbE03Q/s1600-h/Mothers+Day+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064942147521273570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RkpKDEbo3uI/AAAAAAAAATI/lcCwGHbE03Q/s320/Mothers+Day+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RkpJ0Ebo3tI/AAAAAAAAATA/iUfSeqBp68c/s1600-h/05.13.07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064941889823235794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RkpJ0Ebo3tI/AAAAAAAAATA/iUfSeqBp68c/s320/05.13.07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This past weekend I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lethbridge&lt;/span&gt; for a quick visit for Mothers day. I love getting to see this little guy (and the big guy, Reuben, too) when I'm at home. Although he's probably one of the cutest kids I've ever seen, Michael can be quite demanding... like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;insisting&lt;/span&gt; the train fill up with gas for 5 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;minutes&lt;/span&gt; before we were allowed to keep pressing on down the track. I guess being two, you can make these sorts of conditions on games. But I honestly love this kid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898579300749255269-7692761237056244147?l=samarakareen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/feeds/7692761237056244147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898579300749255269&amp;postID=7692761237056244147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/7692761237056244147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/7692761237056244147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/2007/05/trains-and-planes-and-automobiles.html' title='Trains and planes and automobiles'/><author><name>MISS SAMARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815750515851794290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RkpKNkbo3vI/AAAAAAAAATQ/7aIHhBvBkt4/s72-c/Mothers+Day+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898579300749255269.post-4612332917067079742</id><published>2007-05-11T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T06:01:19.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dutch Blitz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RkRpDEbo3rI/AAAAAAAAASw/E-MdYQSR4HY/s1600-h/dutch_blitz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RkRpDEbo3rI/AAAAAAAAASw/E-MdYQSR4HY/s320/dutch_blitz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063287382521470642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one goes out to Nicole... who walked all over me last night in a game of Dutch Blitz with Leah. And she isn't even Dutch. Some things just weren't meant to be I guess... such as me having the ability of eye and hand coordination. Kudos to Nicole. The German.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898579300749255269-4612332917067079742?l=samarakareen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/feeds/4612332917067079742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898579300749255269&amp;postID=4612332917067079742' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/4612332917067079742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/4612332917067079742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/2007/05/dutch-blitz.html' title='Dutch Blitz'/><author><name>MISS SAMARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815750515851794290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RkRpDEbo3rI/AAAAAAAAASw/E-MdYQSR4HY/s72-c/dutch_blitz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898579300749255269.post-6416849338373103583</id><published>2007-05-06T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T19:54:02.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, yes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/Rj6UpEbo3qI/AAAAAAAAASo/oNmiu-qS7HM/s1600-h/math2[1].GIF"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061646464496230050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/Rj6UpEbo3qI/AAAAAAAAASo/oNmiu-qS7HM/s320/math2%5B1%5D.GIF" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/Rj6UfEbo3pI/AAAAAAAAASg/z6U-QgaaXaY/s1600-h/ramp[1].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061646292697538194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/Rj6UfEbo3pI/AAAAAAAAASg/z6U-QgaaXaY/s320/ramp%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898579300749255269-6416849338373103583?l=samarakareen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/feeds/6416849338373103583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898579300749255269&amp;postID=6416849338373103583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/6416849338373103583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/6416849338373103583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/2007/05/oh-yes.html' title='Oh, yes.'/><author><name>MISS SAMARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815750515851794290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/Rj6UpEbo3qI/AAAAAAAAASo/oNmiu-qS7HM/s72-c/math2%5B1%5D.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898579300749255269.post-931534750609484577</id><published>2007-05-06T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T19:50:38.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Travelling Nurse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/Rj6So0bo3oI/AAAAAAAAASY/MLC9yBnZql8/s1600-h/emily.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061644261178007170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/Rj6So0bo3oI/AAAAAAAAASY/MLC9yBnZql8/s320/emily.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Emily is headed off to Africa! She'll be joining a team of other nursing students from Trinty Western University in Zambia. I hardly get to see Emily in a month let alone in 3 and something weeks, but it feels like forever with her so very far away. Please keep my little sister (who is definately NOT little anymore... might be more grown up than me!) in your prayers this month. I LOVE YOU EMILY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898579300749255269-931534750609484577?l=samarakareen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/feeds/931534750609484577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898579300749255269&amp;postID=931534750609484577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/931534750609484577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/931534750609484577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/2007/05/travelling-nurse.html' title='The Travelling Nurse'/><author><name>MISS SAMARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815750515851794290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/Rj6So0bo3oI/AAAAAAAAASY/MLC9yBnZql8/s72-c/emily.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898579300749255269.post-5649190421207873409</id><published>2007-05-06T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T19:41:45.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Bliss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/Rj6QoEbo3nI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Ighc8LhVuKE/s1600-h/End+of+April+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061642049269849714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/Rj6QoEbo3nI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Ighc8LhVuKE/s320/End+of+April+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kelsey: lookin' all pro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/Rj6QOkbo3mI/AAAAAAAAASI/TSrL2dKD2QQ/s1600-h/End+of+April+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061641611183185506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/Rj6QOkbo3mI/AAAAAAAAASI/TSrL2dKD2QQ/s320/End+of+April+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me: lookin' kinda rediculous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/Rj6P0kbo3lI/AAAAAAAAASA/Z4hHoscAOkE/s1600-h/End+of+April+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061641164506586706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/Rj6P0kbo3lI/AAAAAAAAASA/Z4hHoscAOkE/s320/End+of+April+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Priscilla: this is her most serious of all serious faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/Rj6PlUbo3kI/AAAAAAAAAR4/c3DfizHbvaw/s1600-h/End+of+April+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061640902513581634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/Rj6PlUbo3kI/AAAAAAAAAR4/c3DfizHbvaw/s320/End+of+April+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Duane: pretty much showed all of us up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I honestly love weekends, especially those that are busy... hanging out with friends and especially when we can be in the sun. Yesterday a bunch of us went and checked out Spidey3... and I've got say: I was so not a fan. There were several instances during the movie where Duane and I would like at each other as if to say... are they serious? Sooo corny, soo predictable. I mean, sure it was entertaining, but in my opinion, they really bit the bullet with this one. Anyways, afterwards we grabbed some food and played a couple rounds of pool. Let's just say, pool is not one of my strong talents. In fact, I think while the guys were busy picking out songs, Priscilla and I attempted to break about 5 times. Each attempt fell short of actually separating the balls. Never the less, we enjoyed ourselves, the ultimate object of the game. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was just glorious though, I am loving this amazing weather. We (the young adults from my church) all ate our lunch outside. The youth group was serving soup and buns as a fundraiser for a mission trip. After we are all done eating, the guys (sometimes I'm not sure how old they really are) starting roughing each other up a bit. They didn't see the cop car coming down the street and kept on wrestling. It was very amusing when the cop pulled over to make sure nothing serious was going on, we asked if he could take a couple of them off our hands. They seriously didn't believe us though when we first told them the cop was coming. I am thinking we could have had a little more fun with that one if we had been a bit quicker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we all bought a couple buckets of balls at the driving range and had at her. Just like pool... golf, not really me. I love hitting that ball, it just never goes as far as I would like it to. I know I must have the most outrageous stance. I'll have to work on that. But the best part of the day was when we played some beach volleyball at Millenium park this afternoon. We could not have asked for better weather, it was just perfect being out in the sun. Luckily, volleyball I can play, and LOVE. So, despite the pound of sand that I took home in my pants, it was an awesome day hanging out. One thing I find very amusing about the past couple days is finding out about all these hidden talents of Duanes. He's the sort of guy that doesn't like to compete at anything, but seems to be good at everything. Which as you might know, makes me oober jealous. Or, I should just enjoy the fact that I don't have to worry about showing up my own boyfriend at everything. But, as you can well imagine, I'll be (not so) secretly on the search for something!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898579300749255269-5649190421207873409?l=samarakareen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/feeds/5649190421207873409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898579300749255269&amp;postID=5649190421207873409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/5649190421207873409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/5649190421207873409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/2007/05/weekend-bliss.html' title='Weekend Bliss'/><author><name>MISS SAMARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815750515851794290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/Rj6QoEbo3nI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Ighc8LhVuKE/s72-c/End+of+April+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898579300749255269.post-5467944470679003842</id><published>2007-05-06T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T19:07:35.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Erika &amp; Kevin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/Rj6Jdkbo3jI/AAAAAAAAARw/41Ya8tyS6nw/s1600-h/End+of+April+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061634172299828786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/Rj6Jdkbo3jI/AAAAAAAAARw/41Ya8tyS6nw/s320/End+of+April+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/Rj6JNkbo3iI/AAAAAAAAARo/jxMRtFjosX4/s1600-h/End+of+April+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061633897421921826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/Rj6JNkbo3iI/AAAAAAAAARo/jxMRtFjosX4/s320/End+of+April+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday afternoon, usually sitting in traffic waiting to get home. This weekend, I took the drive out to Three Hills to meet up with Steph, we were off to Erika and Kevin's wedding. It was such a beautiful night, Erika looking stunning, and you could not stop either of them from smiling. All together the night was amazing, and it was so good hanging out with Steph. We rented a room in Three Hills where the reception was held, so it was a very relaxing night for the both of us. I got to meet one of Erika and Steph's friends from Trinity Western, Dave, and the three of us had a blast sitting together at the reception. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Erika, congratulations, your are finally married!! We will most definately miss you here, but I wish you and Kevin all the best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898579300749255269-5467944470679003842?l=samarakareen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/feeds/5467944470679003842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898579300749255269&amp;postID=5467944470679003842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/5467944470679003842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/5467944470679003842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/2007/05/erika-kevin.html' title='Erika &amp; Kevin'/><author><name>MISS SAMARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815750515851794290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/Rj6Jdkbo3jI/AAAAAAAAARw/41Ya8tyS6nw/s72-c/End+of+April+045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898579300749255269.post-1515370026422115739</id><published>2007-05-06T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T18:56:02.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>John Mayer Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/Rj6FT0bo3hI/AAAAAAAAARg/rGJWyWhHuSI/s1600-h/End+of+April+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061629606749593106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/Rj6FT0bo3hI/AAAAAAAAARg/rGJWyWhHuSI/s320/End+of+April+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/Rj6FH0bo3gI/AAAAAAAAARY/_RMsp_WWul4/s1600-h/End+of+April+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061629400591162882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/Rj6FH0bo3gI/AAAAAAAAARY/_RMsp_WWul4/s320/End+of+April+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/Rj6EyEbo3fI/AAAAAAAAARQ/HstsmzD6HXY/s1600-h/End+of+April+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061629026929008114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/Rj6EyEbo3fI/AAAAAAAAARQ/HstsmzD6HXY/s320/End+of+April+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So... these pictures are only a week late. Forgive me. Too many things are going on, but that means enjoyable things. I tend too get caught up in it all and hence this little site being neglected. It's usually a good sign when I don't write, promise. But here are some pics from the John Mayer concert in Edmonton last weekend. We had such an awesome day, shopping and relaxing. The best part, of corse, was the concert. John Mayer was so, so, very enjoyable. I definately appreciate his stuff so much more after having seen him live. I was much impressed. And the other shot... that's Leah and I entertaining ourselves. An easy thing to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And a little treat on the side? I went and visited Dianna for a couple minutes while we were out doing some shopping, it has been much to long since I've seen that girl. But it was short and very sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898579300749255269-1515370026422115739?l=samarakareen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/feeds/1515370026422115739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898579300749255269&amp;postID=1515370026422115739' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/1515370026422115739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/1515370026422115739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/2007/05/john-mayer-saturday.html' title='John Mayer Saturday'/><author><name>MISS SAMARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815750515851794290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/Rj6FT0bo3hI/AAAAAAAAARg/rGJWyWhHuSI/s72-c/End+of+April+039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898579300749255269.post-8569185338365933474</id><published>2007-04-27T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T16:11:53.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RjKC_kbo3eI/AAAAAAAAARI/577-O3KgH1M/s1600-h/john-mayer-1-sized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058249360113458658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RjKC_kbo3eI/AAAAAAAAARI/577-O3KgH1M/s320/john-mayer-1-sized.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yeRaUjTBuv0&amp;amp;eurl=http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2Emyspace%2Ecom%2Fjohnmayer"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, I can safely say that I am super stoked to be going to see John Mayer tomorrow night with Leah and Nicole (my side kicks from work) We're gonna spend the day in Edmonton, possibly drive each other crazy (like we always do) and I anticipate some good times.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898579300749255269-8569185338365933474?l=samarakareen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/feeds/8569185338365933474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898579300749255269&amp;postID=8569185338365933474' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/8569185338365933474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/8569185338365933474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/2007/04/road-trip.html' title='Road Trip'/><author><name>MISS SAMARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815750515851794290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RjKC_kbo3eI/AAAAAAAAARI/577-O3KgH1M/s72-c/john-mayer-1-sized.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898579300749255269.post-7006311489497912318</id><published>2007-04-23T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T18:30:39.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;To my dearest readers... whomever you may be... I am looking for some song suggestions. I have been asked to sing for two weddings this summer, and we are still on the search for the perfect song. So if you have any special tunes in mind, wedding appropriate, please do fill me in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898579300749255269-7006311489497912318?l=samarakareen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/feeds/7006311489497912318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898579300749255269&amp;postID=7006311489497912318' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/7006311489497912318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/7006311489497912318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/2007/04/to-my-dearest-readers.html' title=''/><author><name>MISS SAMARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815750515851794290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898579300749255269.post-4526215400137563458</id><published>2007-04-23T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T18:23:57.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOS</title><content type='html'>"They" say you learn something new every day... unfortunately for me, this was just one of the things I learned on this fine Monday morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Meaning of Los&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Polish (Los): nickname for a large, ungainly person, from Polish los ‘elk’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dutch&lt;/strong&gt;: nickname from Middle Dutch losch ‘squinting’; ‘cross-eyed’; ‘one-eyed’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing I'm not part polish. I would then be a one-eyed ungainly woman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898579300749255269-4526215400137563458?l=samarakareen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/feeds/4526215400137563458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898579300749255269&amp;postID=4526215400137563458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/4526215400137563458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/4526215400137563458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/2007/04/los.html' title='LOS'/><author><name>MISS SAMARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815750515851794290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898579300749255269.post-7291502963962405411</id><published>2007-04-09T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T22:29:39.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Bells</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RhsfOyXonuI/AAAAAAAAARA/iY3GK8KaKXk/s1600-h/Easter+Weekend+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051665745925676770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RhsfOyXonuI/AAAAAAAAARA/iY3GK8KaKXk/s320/Easter+Weekend+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The wedding season officially started this Easter weekend. And Andrea is now officially Mrs. Mike Nieboer. Congratulations to the new couple! Clearly, no wedding would be complete without making the bride fear for her life... so here are all the girls, together again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898579300749255269-7291502963962405411?l=samarakareen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/feeds/7291502963962405411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898579300749255269&amp;postID=7291502963962405411' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/7291502963962405411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/7291502963962405411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/2007/04/wedding-bells.html' title='Wedding Bells'/><author><name>MISS SAMARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815750515851794290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RhsfOyXonuI/AAAAAAAAARA/iY3GK8KaKXk/s72-c/Easter+Weekend+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898579300749255269.post-3848564619918526580</id><published>2007-04-09T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T22:19:52.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dan The Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;This evening a bunch of us headed over to Original Joes to celebrate with Dan his 24th birthday. (Dan is the snazzy one wearing the tie in the middle picture, showing us all up by lookin' good on his big day.) Dans another '83 baby... such a great year to be born... (like I had any say in the matter) I've known Dan since I started going to First Church, and let me tell you: He is one solid guy, always on fire for God. We all had an awesome time celebrating with him. This evening also gave everyone a good chance to pick Duane and I apart for awhile. Thankfully they were not too hard on us though. But...anyways! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Birthday DAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RhsaQiXontI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/kLrPpIE1xPw/s1600-h/Easter+Weekend+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051660278432308946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="229" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RhsaQiXontI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/kLrPpIE1xPw/s320/Easter+Weekend+023.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Duane and I... just being weird, but so very cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RhsaECXonsI/AAAAAAAAAQw/8H6-lFNQopE/s1600-h/Easter+Weekend+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051660063683944130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RhsaECXonsI/AAAAAAAAAQw/8H6-lFNQopE/s320/Easter+Weekend+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RhsZ3CXonrI/AAAAAAAAAQo/TbipVnFZFC8/s1600-h/Easter+Weekend+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051659840345644722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RhsZ3CXonrI/AAAAAAAAAQo/TbipVnFZFC8/s320/Easter+Weekend+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pam and Gerrit... oh, such yummy nachos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898579300749255269-3848564619918526580?l=samarakareen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/feeds/3848564619918526580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898579300749255269&amp;postID=3848564619918526580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/3848564619918526580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/3848564619918526580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/2007/04/dan-man.html' title='Dan The Man'/><author><name>MISS SAMARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815750515851794290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RhsaQiXontI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/kLrPpIE1xPw/s72-c/Easter+Weekend+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898579300749255269.post-996008927965651985</id><published>2007-03-18T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T22:32:19.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/Rf4ZYY1gG2I/AAAAAAAAAQM/Kd54g-_A3uw/s1600-h/April(Samara)+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043496539475942242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/Rf4ZYY1gG2I/AAAAAAAAAQM/Kd54g-_A3uw/s320/April(Samara)+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What great fun... found in unexpected places. An exercise ball. It's intended function is to torture the human body by making it work in unconventional ways, thus forming glorious toned muscles. We, collectively as a young adults group, decided to change it's function. We did not stray far, however, as human torture was most definitely involved. While crashing Pam and Gerrits' house on Friday night, we all started to get rather rough with these exercise balls. It turned into a full on battle when people started whipping them at each other from across the room. A couple times the guys went flying, exercise ball in hand, directly at each other. One landed hitting the wall, the other unfortunately had a worse fate. He ended up crashing against the closet doors. But oddly enough, after each fatality we found ourselves increasing in laughter. It was our true human nature revealed, we enjoy others pain. The more intense the pain, the more we enjoyed whacking each other to the ground with the rubber weapons. And the air. These things can really send you flying, it's unreal. So, as all of us know... in keeping with human nature, the fun had to end at one point. I was the point in which it ended. It was my overly aggressive swing the sent the ball straight across the room. So, aggressive, it caused a chain reaction of events: knocking someone to the ground, bouncing back up several times and eventually taking out a light. There was a bit of flickering, when finally the light died. The laughter, however, did not. And thankfully included in this chorus of laughter were Pam and Gerrit, proud renters and for the night maybe not so proud exercise ball owners. It was at this final stage of our fun where dreams of caged light fixtures in basements having no personal effects began. Dreams of rooms which would lend way to full out battles where perhaps the injuries would extend further than a mere light bulb. I will not soon forget this night of unexpected fun, with the exercise balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898579300749255269-996008927965651985?l=samarakareen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/feeds/996008927965651985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898579300749255269&amp;postID=996008927965651985' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/996008927965651985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/996008927965651985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/2007/03/unexpected-fun.html' title='Unexpected Fun'/><author><name>MISS SAMARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815750515851794290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/Rf4ZYY1gG2I/AAAAAAAAAQM/Kd54g-_A3uw/s72-c/April(Samara)+035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898579300749255269.post-2847744326122555385</id><published>2007-03-11T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T22:36:19.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Toy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RfTmChQVEXI/AAAAAAAAAP8/AWc4d81eeXw/s1600-h/nano_silver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040906813895414130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RfTmChQVEXI/AAAAAAAAAP8/AWc4d81eeXw/s320/nano_silver.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;This weekend I gave into the marketing ploys of Apple and purchased an i-pod nano. But... now I can happily remain anti-social while working out at the gym. And perhaps, I'll go on recommendations from Emily and Josh and learn this very hip dance as well. I think I will enjoy this new toy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898579300749255269-2847744326122555385?l=samarakareen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/feeds/2847744326122555385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898579300749255269&amp;postID=2847744326122555385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/2847744326122555385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/2847744326122555385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-new-toy.html' title='My New Toy'/><author><name>MISS SAMARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815750515851794290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RfTmChQVEXI/AAAAAAAAAP8/AWc4d81eeXw/s72-c/nano_silver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898579300749255269.post-2855671803685624051</id><published>2007-03-07T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T21:10:46.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Squash... my EGO.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ccff;"&gt;It's official. Rodd schooled me in squash tonight. This was possibly the most frusterating and embarrassing display of athletic ability ever. On my part at least. And to rub salt on the wound a little, he was dead tired... complaining he had no energy. Let's just say that me being the over competitive crazy: didn't take it so well. But, after half an hour. I was cooled off and I didn't want to beat up Rodd for beating me anymore. Despite my bitter display tonight, I really do love this sport. We both, however, did not love the $40 parking ticket graced on the windshield of the car after. A great price to pay for a game of squash. When I get back some confidence... perhaps I will contemplate asking for a rematch. Possibly. I will also eagerly accept a challenge from anyone else. As long as you promise not to beat me. Deal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898579300749255269-2855671803685624051?l=samarakareen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/feeds/2855671803685624051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898579300749255269&amp;postID=2855671803685624051' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/2855671803685624051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/2855671803685624051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/2007/03/squash-my-ego.html' title='Squash... my EGO.'/><author><name>MISS SAMARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815750515851794290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898579300749255269.post-2839817017392503688</id><published>2007-03-05T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T18:54:13.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Lunch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;yesterday was the most epic young adults lunch ever... we didn't leave until 9. yah... 9 hour lunches, you've gotta LOVE sundays. kudos to Kelsey and Duane for being the good husband and wife and hosting us all day. (and no..that's a joke... Kelsey is not a girl: but it could possibly also be a girls name) i have to say, I haven't had en enjoyable Sunday like that in Calgary for a long, long time.  playing all our crazy dutch games, but then eating very undutch food. it's so very sweet to be in the company of friends, dutch... dutch friends. there really is something unexplainable about getting a bunch of random people together from church, and being able to connect so fast with them all. I love it that the one thing that brings us all togehter is the amazing God we serve. So, I am thinking that it's my turn to play hostess again soon. i just really hope I'll be able to get my act together to make enough food this time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898579300749255269-2839817017392503688?l=samarakareen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/feeds/2839817017392503688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898579300749255269&amp;postID=2839817017392503688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/2839817017392503688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/2839817017392503688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/2007/03/sunday-lunch.html' title='Sunday Lunch'/><author><name>MISS SAMARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815750515851794290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898579300749255269.post-8685261407876626615</id><published>2007-02-26T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T22:25:01.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this news?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RePLXiYnnyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/2bN_x6MDgy4/s1600-h/me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036092413557841698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RePLXiYnnyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/2bN_x6MDgy4/s320/me.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RePLEyYnnxI/AAAAAAAAAPY/ZLCui-II144/s1600-h/TinCanAlley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036092091435294482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RePLEyYnnxI/AAAAAAAAAPY/ZLCui-II144/s320/TinCanAlley.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RePK9yYnnwI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/p9GizrVqM-c/s1600-h/Boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036091971176210178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RePK9yYnnwI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/p9GizrVqM-c/s320/Boys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day on the slopes. The day was spent, however, with my dear friend Steph and her fiance Kale. We ran into the Schinkle boys in the morning and met up with them later for lunch. Man it's awesome hanging out with those guys again, even if it does feel a little weird. It's just crazy to think that I used to be running around in diapers with these guys. And no, that doesn't mean a couple weeks ago, contrary to what some of you might think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But anyways, it's aways a good day when I can get out to the mountains. The long weekend was a good one though, spent with family. Imagine that.... spending time with my family on family day!! Unfortunately making my dad laugh all weekend wasn't the greatest for his heart, but I hope it made him happy none the less. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And in more recent new, but not necessarily more important by any means... my volleyball team won all four matches tonight with only 4 players. I'll admit, we walked in there thinking we would most definitely get out butt's kicked. It turned out to be an awesome game. I love it when I can get in a bunch of good hits too. So, there you have it. news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898579300749255269-8685261407876626615?l=samarakareen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/feeds/8685261407876626615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898579300749255269&amp;postID=8685261407876626615' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/8685261407876626615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/8685261407876626615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/2007/02/is-this-news.html' title='Is this news?'/><author><name>MISS SAMARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815750515851794290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RePLXiYnnyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/2bN_x6MDgy4/s72-c/me.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898579300749255269.post-7683132195350101511</id><published>2007-02-10T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T17:05:10.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/Rc5Rw5IpiWI/AAAAAAAAAPE/skb4obybrxA/s1600-h/Snowboarding+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030047734232090978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/Rc5Rw5IpiWI/AAAAAAAAAPE/skb4obybrxA/s320/Snowboarding+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Despite the fact that my family stayed in Calgary all last week due to my dad being in the hospital, it was awesome to have them around. Emily and I got some good hang out time, and she even made cookies for me one night. On thursday I was given free box seat tickets from work to go and see the Barenaked Ladies. So, I took Emily along. It was weird to watch the concert from a box, but I could get used to it. There was even free food and drinks. I would have the say the only downside was sharing the box with a bunch of other older chatty couples. But I can't complain when it was free! The Ladies put on a pretty good show... they are definately entertainers. Very, very funny guys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;And on another note, but Dad got discharged from the hospital today and they are on their way home.  He's doing so well, and it was good to see him looking back to normal again. Must be the yo-yo that I gave him to play with??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898579300749255269-7683132195350101511?l=samarakareen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/feeds/7683132195350101511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898579300749255269&amp;postID=7683132195350101511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/7683132195350101511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/7683132195350101511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/2007/02/despite-fact-that-my-family-stayed-in.html' title=''/><author><name>MISS SAMARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815750515851794290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/Rc5Rw5IpiWI/AAAAAAAAAPE/skb4obybrxA/s72-c/Snowboarding+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898579300749255269.post-3191225269310125370</id><published>2007-02-07T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T17:05:10.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/Rcp2ZEoySzI/AAAAAAAAAO0/In2_nwdHxD4/s1600-h/Snowboarding+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028962107026197298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/Rcp2ZEoySzI/AAAAAAAAAO0/In2_nwdHxD4/s320/Snowboarding+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/Rcp2J0oySyI/AAAAAAAAAOs/L355EC1EQZY/s1600-h/Snowboarding+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028961845033192226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/Rcp2J0oySyI/AAAAAAAAAOs/L355EC1EQZY/s320/Snowboarding+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;My Super Amazing Snowboard Instructor (a.k.a. Rodd!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898579300749255269-3191225269310125370?l=samarakareen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/feeds/3191225269310125370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898579300749255269&amp;postID=3191225269310125370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/3191225269310125370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/3191225269310125370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/2007/02/sunshine-boy.html' title='Sunshine Boy'/><author><name>MISS SAMARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815750515851794290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/Rcp2ZEoySzI/AAAAAAAAAO0/In2_nwdHxD4/s72-c/Snowboarding+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898579300749255269.post-1223078193051891433</id><published>2007-02-07T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T16:58:05.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY BIG STRONG DAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm not sure how many of you are aware of what's going on with my dad, so I think it's about time I fill you in. Yesterday my dad went into open heart surgery at the Foothills to repair one of his valves. Thankfully my boss gave me the day off(which turned into two), so I could be with my family before, during and after surgery. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;We were all very nervous, and my dad even mentioned dreaming about how he could get out of it. But I am proud to say that he went through with it and now is doing so well. They were able to repair the valve and didn't need to replace it, which is awesome news. When my dad was finally awake after being sedated for awhile, he had a huge smile on his face when he saw us. I will admit that seeing my big, strong dad laying in the ICU, unresponsive with tubes coming out of everywhere... was the hardest thing I've yet to go through in my life. And being the emotional girl I am, I had a hard time seeing him like that. After I held his hand for a while, I was assured that this was my dad and that he was still big and strong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Today Emily, my mom and I went to see him a couple more times. It's really hard to visit with him while he's still in the ICU, so hopefully they will move him to his own room tonight. But he's got a long ways to go before he's recovered. I am so thankful that he's here in Calgary so I can go and see him, and still somewhat function with everyday life. Although, not a minute goes by right now where I am not thinking of my dad laying in the hospital. Today I asked him if he had walked at all yet. He half mumbled to me while his eyes remained closed, "I walked plenty, I walked all the way from my bed to this chair. That's a long way." Sure dad! But it's awesome to see him have a sense of humour in all of this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;So, thanks to all for your prayers for my dad and my family. It really is appreciated, and I could not thank you enough for the support here as well. I'll be sure to keep you posted on his recovery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898579300749255269-1223078193051891433?l=samarakareen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/feeds/1223078193051891433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898579300749255269&amp;postID=1223078193051891433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/1223078193051891433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/1223078193051891433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-big-strong-dad.html' title='MY BIG STRONG DAD'/><author><name>MISS SAMARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815750515851794290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898579300749255269.post-669717157729499830</id><published>2007-01-25T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T18:36:50.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RblmubKq9OI/AAAAAAAAAOU/I21kxuIie64/s1600-h/Perry.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024159807061030114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RblmubKq9OI/AAAAAAAAAOU/I21kxuIie64/s320/Perry.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/Rblmp7Kq9NI/AAAAAAAAAOM/2HKTAHmduRU/s1600-h/birthday.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024159729751618770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/Rblmp7Kq9NI/AAAAAAAAAOM/2HKTAHmduRU/s320/birthday.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Let me explain... My colleges took me out for sushi today as sort of a celebration I guess for the time I had spent with them, and to send me off to my new job. Initially it was supposed to be a surprise, but then Petr sort of let the cat out the bag when he asked, "Is it Sushi time?" But it was sweet never-the-less of them to arrange this for me. Petr was supposedly trying to make it up to me for ruining the surprise by telling the owner of the restaurant it was my birthday. Let's just say it was entertaining for everyone, everyone but Perry and I. He made us dress up in these costumes and then dance while they sang to us. Needless to say, I was laughing the whole time. This was in part due to the fact it was extremely awkward, but it was funny as well. So, I guess that's what I get for becoming a trader of our department. But... thanks guys! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898579300749255269-669717157729499830?l=samarakareen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/feeds/669717157729499830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898579300749255269&amp;postID=669717157729499830' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/669717157729499830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/669717157729499830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday??'/><author><name>MISS SAMARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815750515851794290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RblmubKq9OI/AAAAAAAAAOU/I21kxuIie64/s72-c/Perry.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898579300749255269.post-6191081056957710748</id><published>2007-01-24T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T07:59:06.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Newest Vandenberg</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;WElComE To ThE WorLD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RbhALLKq9KI/AAAAAAAAANs/zaZoFfR-ink/s1600-h/Natalie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023835945052075170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RbhALLKq9KI/AAAAAAAAANs/zaZoFfR-ink/s320/Natalie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RbhAEbKq9JI/AAAAAAAAANk/bn0EQoLj9YQ/s1600-h/baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023835829087958162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RbhAEbKq9JI/AAAAAAAAANk/bn0EQoLj9YQ/s320/baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; Natalie Hope Vandenberg&lt;br /&gt;Born: January 20, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;5lbs 1oz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You know how the saying goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Good things come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;in small packages?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMAZING&lt;/strong&gt; things come &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;in small packages!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898579300749255269-6191081056957710748?l=samarakareen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/feeds/6191081056957710748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898579300749255269&amp;postID=6191081056957710748' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/6191081056957710748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/6191081056957710748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/2007/01/natalie-hope-vandenberg-born-january-20.html' title='Newest Vandenberg'/><author><name>MISS SAMARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815750515851794290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RbhALLKq9KI/AAAAAAAAANs/zaZoFfR-ink/s72-c/Natalie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898579300749255269.post-7120169015563740938</id><published>2007-01-19T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T16:57:28.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We don't have coke.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Isabelle and I had a night out yesterday, where we ended up pretty much camping out at KOI. It's this very funky restaurant on 11th and 1st, sort of a cafe/ lounge. It's got great atmosphere as well, all candle lit with punches of red colour everywhere. I was thinking to myself... this place is very stylin'. The menu is very limited, but included a lot of very odd items as well. Funny part of the evening: When the waitress came over to see if we'd like anything else for the night, Isabelle replied asking if she could please have a coke. WELL! The waitress looked at the both of us as if we were both born with two heads, or for this matter none at all. Her rather quick and harsh response? "We don't HAVE coke." My question is, when did it become offensive to ask for a coke at a cafe in Calgary, Alberta, Canada? It was altogether strange, and Isabelle opted for a lemon/lime mineral water. Which KOI is proud to serve! But I will not end on a sour note as to reflect badly on this establishment. You will merely need to get your coke fix at another location at another time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898579300749255269-7120169015563740938?l=samarakareen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/feeds/7120169015563740938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898579300749255269&amp;postID=7120169015563740938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/7120169015563740938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/7120169015563740938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/2007/01/we-dont-have-coke.html' title='We don&apos;t have coke.'/><author><name>MISS SAMARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815750515851794290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898579300749255269.post-6222656698004175688</id><published>2007-01-16T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T22:17:49.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Machine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/Ra2_cuUfojI/AAAAAAAAANU/HuV8cf1KBQs/s1600-h/guitar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020879659779203634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/Ra2_cuUfojI/AAAAAAAAANU/HuV8cf1KBQs/s320/guitar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;I was reacquainted with an old friend of mine last night. It had been much... much too long since we had spent some quality time together. That's right, Fender... otherwise known as my guitar. And when I play, I sing (it's this bad habit of mine!) All those days spent locked up in my room came flooding back to me, and I realized just how much of a release it is for me. Although, I'm sure the quality of my playing left much to be desired... I really didn't care. I was in my own world. Just me and Fender together again at last!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;On another musical note... I was looking over the lyrics to a song that has always spoke to my heart. Maybe an explanation would be good, but I think the song just says it best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;by Skillet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Still, soft quiet spoken voice&lt;br /&gt;That persistently calls my voice&lt;br /&gt;And quickens my heart to come&lt;br /&gt;And I come&lt;br /&gt;And I rest in the shelter of Your love&lt;br /&gt;And I rest in the wonder of Your grace&lt;br /&gt;And I rest in the shelter of Your love&lt;br /&gt;And rest in the wonder of You&lt;br /&gt;Embraced in the promise of you&lt;br /&gt;Is rest for the weary soul&lt;br /&gt;Releasing all that is mine&lt;br /&gt;I reach for You&lt;br /&gt;And I rest in the shelter of Your love&lt;br /&gt;And I rest in the wonder of Your grace&lt;br /&gt;And I rest in the shelter of Your love&lt;br /&gt;And rest in the wonder of You&lt;br /&gt;Take all the old and make it new&lt;br /&gt;Everything I give to you&lt;br /&gt;You're the hope that can pull me through&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;And I rest in the shelter of Your love&lt;br /&gt;And I rest in the wonder of Your grace&lt;br /&gt;And I rest in the shelter of Your love&lt;br /&gt;And rest in the wonder of You&lt;br /&gt;And I rest in the shelter of Your love&lt;br /&gt;And I rest in the wonder of Your grace&lt;br /&gt;And I rest in the shelter of Your love&lt;br /&gt;And rest in the wonder of You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898579300749255269-6222656698004175688?l=samarakareen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/feeds/6222656698004175688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898579300749255269&amp;postID=6222656698004175688' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/6222656698004175688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/6222656698004175688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/2007/01/music-machine.html' title='Music Machine.'/><author><name>MISS SAMARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815750515851794290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/Ra2_cuUfojI/AAAAAAAAANU/HuV8cf1KBQs/s72-c/guitar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898579300749255269.post-4838676748268332496</id><published>2007-01-14T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T22:56:37.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smoke Gets in Your Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RaslXOUfohI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pSOmuaI4itc/s1600-h/invitations+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020147290545824274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RaslXOUfohI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pSOmuaI4itc/s320/invitations+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RaslL-UfogI/AAAAAAAAAMo/D4CPOELUc2s/s1600-h/invitations+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020147097272295938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RaslL-UfogI/AAAAAAAAAMo/D4CPOELUc2s/s320/invitations+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RaslAOUfofI/AAAAAAAAAMg/drduBqTStUc/s1600-h/invitations+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020146895408833010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RaslAOUfofI/AAAAAAAAAMg/drduBqTStUc/s320/invitations+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My house mates and I spent the evening (Erikas' birthday) making wedding invitations for both Steph and Erika. We had a pretty organized system going, buring the edges of more than 150 pages. The three of us did, however, end up sitting in a cloud of smoke as the smells lingered throughout the house. After a while the smoke got to a be a bit much for the eyes. That's when the oh so stylin' saftey glasses come in handy though. They are still not done, but the end is in sight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RaskP-UfodI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/575bTnGaRmg/s1600-h/invitations+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020146066480144850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RaskP-UfodI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/575bTnGaRmg/s320/invitations+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ERIKA!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898579300749255269-4838676748268332496?l=samarakareen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/feeds/4838676748268332496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898579300749255269&amp;postID=4838676748268332496' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/4838676748268332496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/4838676748268332496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/2007/01/smoke-gets-in-your-eyes.html' title='Smoke Gets in Your Eyes'/><author><name>MISS SAMARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815750515851794290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RaslXOUfohI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pSOmuaI4itc/s72-c/invitations+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898579300749255269.post-8769884739164702132</id><published>2007-01-14T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T17:27:59.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;most of my friends have full time (serious) jobs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;most of my friends are married, or are in very serious relationships&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;some of my friends now own houses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;i consider my parents some of my best friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;i stay in on a saturday night to watch the game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;i buy food for company&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Does this mean I am a adult... scary!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898579300749255269-8769884739164702132?l=samarakareen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/feeds/8769884739164702132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898579300749255269&amp;postID=8769884739164702132' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/8769884739164702132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/8769884739164702132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/2007/01/most-of-my-friends-have-full-time.html' title=''/><author><name>MISS SAMARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815750515851794290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898579300749255269.post-9145665953902198286</id><published>2007-01-14T00:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T00:35:51.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Socks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I forgot, one very important factor to a perfect day. A good pair of socks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898579300749255269-9145665953902198286?l=samarakareen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/feeds/9145665953902198286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898579300749255269&amp;postID=9145665953902198286' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/9145665953902198286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/9145665953902198286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/2007/01/socks.html' title='Socks'/><author><name>MISS SAMARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815750515851794290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898579300749255269.post-5070770864242799578</id><published>2007-01-14T00:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T00:32:52.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a perfect day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The perfect day consists of :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; sleeping in (preferably past 12...) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;home made delicious breakfast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;a prolonged shower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;clean laundry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Mozart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;snow falling outside my window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;a candle lit living room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;time to read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;quiet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;dinner with friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;laughing with friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;lounging yet again, not having to drive home after a long night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I guess today was a perfect day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898579300749255269-5070770864242799578?l=samarakareen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/feeds/5070770864242799578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898579300749255269&amp;postID=5070770864242799578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/5070770864242799578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/5070770864242799578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/2007/01/perfect-day.html' title='a perfect day'/><author><name>MISS SAMARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815750515851794290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898579300749255269.post-4464786080110512407</id><published>2007-01-12T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T16:15:19.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The most important Job of all...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I recently came across this "mini- sermon" from John Piper and it reminded me once again of my responsibility as a Sunday School leader for Grade 5 kids at my church. Here is a little sampling, but for the whole story, I urge you to read "Teaching Doctrine to a Six-Year-Old" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.desiringgod.org/ResourceLibrary/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;http://www.desiringgod.org/ResourceLibrary/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;TasteAndSee/ByDate/2002/1198_Teaching_Doctrine_to_a_SixYearOld/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"My daughter, Talitha, is six years old. Recently she and my wife and I were reading through Romans together. This was her choice after we finished Acts. She is just learning to read, and I was putting my finger on each word. She stopped me in mid-sentence at the beginning of chapter five and asked, "What does 'justified' mean?" What do you say to a six-year-old? Do you say, There are more important things to think about, so just trust Jesus and be a good girl? Or do you say that it is very complex and even adults are not able to understand it fully, so you can wait and deal with it when you are older? Or do we say that it simply means that Jesus died in our place so that all our sins might be forgiven?.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;There are thousands of Christian families in the world who never have conversations like this. Not at six or sixteen. I don't think we have to look far then for the weakness of the church and the fun-oriented superficiality of many youth ministries and the stunning fall-out rate after high school. But how shall parents teach their children if the message they get week in and week out from the pulpit is that doctrine is unimportant? So, yes, I have a family to care for. And therefore I must understand the central doctrines of my faith – understand them so well that they can be translated for all the different ages of my children."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;There is a part of me, while preparing my lessons for Sundays, that trys to rush through the planning and get it done. And sadly I will admit that there have been many days in the past (oh....10 yrs of doing this) that I have been on auto pilot for an entire lesson. But, something resonates deaper inside of me, where I am convicted that this is such a huge and very important task I have been given. I think back to my week as a counsellor this summer at CROW and I remember how amazing those kids were. They were the same age as the kids in my Sunday school class, but the concepts that they were pondering and the questions they were asking... I knew God was beginning to work in their hearts even at this young age of 10/11. How then, can I justify not pouring myslef into this task and feeding those kids already. I know that I have underestimated the importance of doctrine and plain biblical truths within a childs life, when those very foundations have meant so much in my own life. So, I think to myself. What a priviledge and amazing gift to teach and instruct these kids to love and live for the Lord!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019301624370143682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RagkO-UfocI/AAAAAAAAAMA/YyxKFNjDleo/s320/cabin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;My Cabin at CROW this summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898579300749255269-4464786080110512407?l=samarakareen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/feeds/4464786080110512407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898579300749255269&amp;postID=4464786080110512407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/4464786080110512407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/4464786080110512407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/2007/01/most-important-job-of-all.html' title='The most important Job of all...'/><author><name>MISS SAMARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815750515851794290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RagkO-UfocI/AAAAAAAAAMA/YyxKFNjDleo/s72-c/cabin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898579300749255269.post-5922438378446168850</id><published>2007-01-09T16:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T16:52:19.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interior Designer... finally!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999900;"&gt;Okay, this will be my last post of the day. First I've got to share some awesome news (well, awesome for me, I'm sure Leah and Nicole would argue otherwise!) I was offered a job in the haworth Design Studio as an Interior Designer yesterday, and I accepted the offer. I will be starting my new job towards the end of the month. This is both extremely exciting for me- another step on the path of my career, and some what sad. I will no longer be working with my amazing team, and I will most definately miss them. But at least I'm not going far.... just downstairs. This is an awesome new opportunity that I am so grateful to God for. So, I'll be sure to keep you posted on how it goes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898579300749255269-5922438378446168850?l=samarakareen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/feeds/5922438378446168850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898579300749255269&amp;postID=5922438378446168850' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/5922438378446168850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/5922438378446168850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/2007/01/interior-designer-finally.html' title='Interior Designer... finally!'/><author><name>MISS SAMARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815750515851794290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898579300749255269.post-5066271484029701359</id><published>2007-01-09T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T16:45:13.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eagles Alumni</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RaQ2sj7eVLI/AAAAAAAAALs/WQcFHPQoJ7k/s1600-h/eagles.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018196023984411826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RaQ2sj7eVLI/AAAAAAAAALs/WQcFHPQoJ7k/s320/eagles.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It was that time of year again... the Eagles Alumni basketball tournament. Truthfully I usually dread participating in this event back home over the holidays. But seeing as I've been playing basketball at work on my lunch hours, I was very excited to play this year. It ended up being a lot of fun, and I love running into random people that I haven't seen in, well... a year. Seems as though I officially an "old lady" as I was placed in the oldest category. That's gotta make a girl feel good! It got pretty crazy watching the men play though, they were having injuries left and right. I'm wondering if our hacking skills have worn off on them after watching us all these years??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898579300749255269-5066271484029701359?l=samarakareen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/feeds/5066271484029701359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898579300749255269&amp;postID=5066271484029701359' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/5066271484029701359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/5066271484029701359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/2007/01/eagles-alumni.html' title='Eagles Alumni'/><author><name>MISS SAMARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815750515851794290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RaQ2sj7eVLI/AAAAAAAAALs/WQcFHPQoJ7k/s72-c/eagles.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898579300749255269.post-3926844365091062134</id><published>2007-01-09T16:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T16:38:01.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years at Wall Lake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RaQ1OD7eVKI/AAAAAAAAAKs/7P2rbrVWZAI/s1600-h/Lethbridge+Christmas+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018194400486773922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RaQ1OD7eVKI/AAAAAAAAAKs/7P2rbrVWZAI/s320/Lethbridge+Christmas+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;This year my friends and I (although I played a very, very little part in the actual planning) decided that we were not going to have another regular, anti-climatic New Years celebration. Winter camping won over the cabin with a hot tub idea, which I'm happy to say was a great thing. Eric, Marc, Tara, Logan (Tara's brother) and I drove down to Waterton on New Years eve day. Despite the late start (thanks to Mrs. Bomhof for getting Marc out of bed!!) we had a full day of snowshoeing ahead of us. We all loaded up our gear for the night and headed to Wall lake. It turned out to be the perfect day, sun shining and the snow looked beautiful around us. I'm telling you though, this is no easy task trudging through mountains of snow, but rewarding? Definitely. We were secluded from everything... no business, no noise. Just us, in God's amazing creation. And the quince turned out beautifully, everyone worked so well together. (except for the occasional opportunity I stole to take some pictures, I guess I didn't pull my weight as much then!) The guys built a fire and loads of very delicious food was cooked. I would have to say the only downfall of the trip was worrying whether or not Eric was going to get hypothermia that night. I'm sure he would be able to explain his tragic night in much more colourful words, but he survived. He, along with his sleeping bag, were soaking wet the next morning. After destroying what creations we had made with the snow, we headed back down the trail. We ended the day making pie irons back at the car, yum. But, this was seriously one amazing trip. Short and definitely sweet. I know it's late, but HAPPY NEW YEAR everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RaQ0Jj7eVJI/AAAAAAAAAKk/1zovZLkaQe8/s1600-h/Lethbridge+Christmas+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018193223665734802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RaQ0Jj7eVJI/AAAAAAAAAKk/1zovZLkaQe8/s320/Lethbridge+Christmas+101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RaQ0Bz7eVII/AAAAAAAAAKc/fn1875OY8Uo/s1600-h/Lethbridge+Christmas+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018193090521748610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RaQ0Bz7eVII/AAAAAAAAAKc/fn1875OY8Uo/s320/Lethbridge+Christmas+091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018192965967697010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RaQz6j7eVHI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LZS0WOFNDC0/s320/Lethbridge+Christmas+103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018192854298547298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RaQz0D7eVGI/AAAAAAAAAKM/x1bNzIyeYFs/s320/Lethbridge+Christmas+104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018192751219332178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RaQzuD7eVFI/AAAAAAAAAKE/PWET1JPvo9U/s320/Lethbridge+Christmas+096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RaQzmT7eVEI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/p9GHAwbQuEI/s1600-h/Lethbridge+Christmas+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018192618075345986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RaQzmT7eVEI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/p9GHAwbQuEI/s320/Lethbridge+Christmas+090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RaQzgD7eVDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/TlwBER2ehNQ/s1600-h/Lethbridge+Christmas+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018192510701163570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RaQzgD7eVDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/TlwBER2ehNQ/s320/Lethbridge+Christmas+084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RaQzXz7eVCI/AAAAAAAAAJs/1M0crb0Y20M/s1600-h/Lethbridge+Christmas+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018192368967242786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RaQzXz7eVCI/AAAAAAAAAJs/1M0crb0Y20M/s320/Lethbridge+Christmas+071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018192278772929554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RaQzSj7eVBI/AAAAAAAAAJk/veFnRf-KuNE/s320/Lethbridge+Christmas+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RaQzEj7eU_I/AAAAAAAAAJU/GzPSfK-VA8s/s1600-h/Lethbridge+Christmas+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018192038254760946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RaQzEj7eU_I/AAAAAAAAAJU/GzPSfK-VA8s/s320/Lethbridge+Christmas+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RaQy9z7eU-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/3sK3yIKf1zM/s1600-h/Lethbridge+Christmas+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018191922290643938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RaQy9z7eU-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/3sK3yIKf1zM/s320/Lethbridge+Christmas+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018191720427181010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RaQyyD7eU9I/AAAAAAAAAJE/_6BDdW_iwWg/s320/Lethbridge+Christmas+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898579300749255269-3926844365091062134?l=samarakareen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/feeds/3926844365091062134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898579300749255269&amp;postID=3926844365091062134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/3926844365091062134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/3926844365091062134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-years-at-wall-lake.html' title='New Years at Wall Lake'/><author><name>MISS SAMARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815750515851794290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RaQ1OD7eVKI/AAAAAAAAAKs/7P2rbrVWZAI/s72-c/Lethbridge+Christmas+074.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898579300749255269.post-976512246158960873</id><published>2007-01-09T15:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T16:04:46.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RaQspz7eU8I/AAAAAAAAAH4/exvY14O1G1s/s1600-h/Lethbridge+Christmas+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018184981623493570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RaQspz7eU8I/AAAAAAAAAH4/exvY14O1G1s/s320/Lethbridge+Christmas+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Taking a walk around Henderson Lake.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RaQsgz7eU7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/aRcWiEf5pXM/s1600-h/Lethbridge+Christmas+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018184827004670898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RaQsgz7eU7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/aRcWiEf5pXM/s320/Lethbridge+Christmas+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RaQsZT7eU6I/AAAAAAAAAHo/6i5WRTZt-Mg/s1600-h/Lethbridge+Christmas+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018184698155652002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RaQsZT7eU6I/AAAAAAAAAHo/6i5WRTZt-Mg/s320/Lethbridge+Christmas+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RaQsDD7eU5I/AAAAAAAAAHg/yRPBwx1zo9c/s1600-h/Lethbridge+Christmas+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018184315903562642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RaQsDD7eU5I/AAAAAAAAAHg/yRPBwx1zo9c/s320/Lethbridge+Christmas+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RaQrvz7eU4I/AAAAAAAAAHY/C0U3aXqX-Lw/s1600-h/Lethbridge+Christmas+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018183985191080834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RaQrvz7eU4I/AAAAAAAAAHY/C0U3aXqX-Lw/s320/Lethbridge+Christmas+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; THE overpriced appetizer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RaQrmj7eU3I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Hq3gS3qTCSw/s1600-h/Lethbridge+Christmas+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018183826277290866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RaQrmj7eU3I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Hq3gS3qTCSw/s320/Lethbridge+Christmas+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RaQrYT7eU2I/AAAAAAAAAHI/C7sQnpUdLFo/s1600-h/Lethbridge+Christmas+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018183581464154978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RaQrYT7eU2I/AAAAAAAAAHI/C7sQnpUdLFo/s320/Lethbridge+Christmas+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The girls at 360.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RaQrKT7eU1I/AAAAAAAAAHA/xg5PmGZ1qK4/s1600-h/Lethbridge+Christmas+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018183340945986386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RaQrKT7eU1I/AAAAAAAAAHA/xg5PmGZ1qK4/s320/Lethbridge+Christmas+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rolling croquettes at home (although, none of us look overly happy here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RaQq9T7eU0I/AAAAAAAAAG4/wWUTaPqLYkU/s1600-h/Lethbridge+Christmas+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018183117607686978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RaQq9T7eU0I/AAAAAAAAAG4/wWUTaPqLYkU/s320/Lethbridge+Christmas+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Steve and James attempting to match Isabelles skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RaQqtz7eUzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/h3KP1RpCTqg/s1600-h/Lethbridge+Christmas+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018182851319714610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RaQqtz7eUzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/h3KP1RpCTqg/s320/Lethbridge+Christmas+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love that Josh is just in awe of Isabelle here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RaQqcz7eUyI/AAAAAAAAAGo/mUVSZ0qZn-c/s1600-h/Lethbridge+Christmas+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018182559261938466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RaQqcz7eUyI/AAAAAAAAAGo/mUVSZ0qZn-c/s320/Lethbridge+Christmas+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Possibly the best socks ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RaQqNT7eUxI/AAAAAAAAAGg/D5hT-nafIcU/s1600-h/Lethbridge+Christmas+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018182292973966098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RaQqNT7eUxI/AAAAAAAAAGg/D5hT-nafIcU/s320/Lethbridge+Christmas+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RaQp7z7eUwI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YmXnNWFcc2k/s1600-h/Lethbridge+Christmas+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018181992326255362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RaQp7z7eUwI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YmXnNWFcc2k/s320/Lethbridge+Christmas+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bomhof/ Los Christmas.... need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RaQpxz7eUvI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/GyAlEIZmiwo/s1600-h/Lethbridge+Christmas+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018181820527563506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RaQpxz7eUvI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/GyAlEIZmiwo/s320/Lethbridge+Christmas+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RaQprD7eUuI/AAAAAAAAAGI/8zftPkNC0UQ/s1600-h/Lethbridge+Christmas+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018181704563446498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RaQprD7eUuI/AAAAAAAAAGI/8zftPkNC0UQ/s320/Lethbridge+Christmas+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RaQpKT7eUtI/AAAAAAAAAGA/tppi2H6HQBA/s1600-h/Lethbridge+Christmas+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018181141922730706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RaQpKT7eUtI/AAAAAAAAAGA/tppi2H6HQBA/s320/Lethbridge+Christmas+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Steph apparently likes my curtains.. and the toque I got her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RaQoyz7eUsI/AAAAAAAAAF4/z3XaE3X92Y0/s1600-h/Lethbridge+Christmas+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018180738195804866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RaQoyz7eUsI/AAAAAAAAAF4/z3XaE3X92Y0/s320/Lethbridge+Christmas+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haworth Christmas party... the freaky men on stilts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So, there you have it. Sort of a flip book of pictures of my Christmas. Why is that after being back into a regular routine, the holidays and fun times seem so far off already? This Christmas was awesome!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898579300749255269-976512246158960873?l=samarakareen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/feeds/976512246158960873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898579300749255269&amp;postID=976512246158960873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/976512246158960873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/976512246158960873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-christmas.html' title='My Christmas'/><author><name>MISS SAMARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815750515851794290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RaQspz7eU8I/AAAAAAAAAH4/exvY14O1G1s/s72-c/Lethbridge+Christmas+057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898579300749255269.post-2404339510659353605</id><published>2006-12-28T15:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T15:33:32.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cloud of Self Pity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RZRT-VbdiZI/AAAAAAAAAEc/0I2jA9nIrPE/s1600-h/novianascar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013724615539526034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px" height="206" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RZRT-VbdiZI/AAAAAAAAAEc/0I2jA9nIrPE/s320/novianascar.jpg" width="210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;      So, last night (and perhaps this morning again) I was feeling very bumbed out over the fact that I think all the c.d's I own have officially gone missing. Well, all except for the few Christmas tunes I've had out the last couple weeks. Years of collecting...and one might say refining... gone. We'll say I was in a cloud of self pity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;       That is until I started to read from this blog, &lt;a href="http://teampyro.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://teampyro.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; talking about people with real problems. Yes, you heard it, real problems. Losing hundreds of dollars worth of "stuff" is nothing compared to losing feeling in your face or entire body for that matter. This entry talks about a woman who survived an attack where she was almost beheaded because of her faith in Christ. I mean, come on... what I have I really got to complain about here??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://teampyro.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://teampyro.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898579300749255269-2404339510659353605?l=samarakareen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/feeds/2404339510659353605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898579300749255269&amp;postID=2404339510659353605' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/2404339510659353605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/2404339510659353605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/2006/12/cloud-of-self-pity.html' title='Cloud of Self Pity'/><author><name>MISS SAMARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815750515851794290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RZRT-VbdiZI/AAAAAAAAAEc/0I2jA9nIrPE/s72-c/novianascar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898579300749255269.post-3933789619027592632</id><published>2006-12-27T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T08:45:22.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas at Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Just some of the things I loved about Christmas at home this year:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Singing Glory To God (Ere Zij God) in dutch on Christmas Day in Church... it sounds heavenly to my ears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Glory to God! (2X) In the highest!(3X)Peace on the earth, peace on the earth to the people who have God’s favor. Glory to God in the highest! (2X) Peace on the earth. (4X)To the people, to the people who have God’s favor. To the people who have God’s favor, who have God’s favor!Glory to God! Glory to God! In the highest! In the highest! In the highest!Peace on the earth, peace on the earth to the people who have God’s favor.Amen, amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Dutch (use the repeats shown in English):&lt;br /&gt;Ere zij God! In den hoge! Vrede op aarde, vrede op aarde, in de mensen een welbehagen. Amen, amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Watching the Eagles D.V.D on the big screen with my dad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Making countless batches of croquettes, rolled to perfection, and then eating them on Christmas Eve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Watching Michael open his gifts, getting equally excited about each one, but then abandoning all but one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#00cccc;"&gt;My dad getting excited, like a little kid, about his presents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Eating my chocolate letter... my parents are still trying to figure out if I prefer Milk or Dark Chocolate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Shooting the kinder surprise containers at each other after finishing off a delicious meal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Dropping fruit in the chocolate fountain, forcing the chocolate to take alternate paths. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Having late night conversations with Emily during our sleepovers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Baking with mom (which generally leads to me asking 20 questions)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Walks around Henderson Lake... or if you are Emily, ON the lake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Sitting in the hot tub listening to Christmas tunes, drinking cheap (and smelly) wine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Listening to James and David tell random stories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Eating MORE croquettes and buttercake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#00cccc;"&gt;My family tickling me... although, this one really is a love hate thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Kisses and hugs from Michael&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898579300749255269-3933789619027592632?l=samarakareen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/feeds/3933789619027592632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898579300749255269&amp;postID=3933789619027592632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/3933789619027592632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/3933789619027592632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-at-home.html' title='Christmas at Home'/><author><name>MISS SAMARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815750515851794290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898579300749255269.post-2711123312995351879</id><published>2006-12-24T01:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T15:46:07.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes we do work, sometimes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RZRWaVbdihI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ImcsKRsnO1g/s1600-h/PC210155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013727295599118866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RZRWaVbdihI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ImcsKRsnO1g/s320/PC210155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nicole, Leah and I at the Haworth Christmas Party.... yummy Gelato!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RZRV7VbdifI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/UneQj2xNIOs/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013726763023174130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RZRV7VbdifI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/UneQj2xNIOs/s320/me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and... the Evil Dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RZRVvlbdieI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Md8DU4ko0bI/s1600-h/leah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013726561159711202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RZRVvlbdieI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Md8DU4ko0bI/s320/leah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Leah sporting her new D.V.D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was the season of parties... which I was generally impressed with . Although, it does get a little overwhelming at times, and it seems that too often Christ gets kicked out of Christmas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a handful of really great people that I work with. We got together at a very quaint coffee shop with two girls who used to work for Haworth. We did a cheesy movie exchange and I ended up with the evil dead, while others did not fair so well. I think my friend Perry ended up with New York Minute.. the great tale of the Olsen twins. How appropriate for a 30 yr old guy? Not very. But humorous I might add. These guys are all great, and we always have a good time hanging out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898579300749255269-2711123312995351879?l=samarakareen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/feeds/2711123312995351879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898579300749255269&amp;postID=2711123312995351879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/2711123312995351879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/2711123312995351879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/2006/12/yes-we-do-work-sometimes.html' title='Yes we do work, sometimes...'/><author><name>MISS SAMARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815750515851794290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RZRWaVbdihI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ImcsKRsnO1g/s72-c/PC210155.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898579300749255269.post-4555533588492599026</id><published>2006-12-24T01:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T01:26:11.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stormy Weather</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RY5G81bdiYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Wv8umUdIM3U/s1600-h/Christmas+party+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012021446258297218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RY5G81bdiYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Wv8umUdIM3U/s320/Christmas+party+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Another day on the slopes at Sunshine. Here is Alida looking her best in probably close to 6-7 layers. It was an extremely cold day. But, never-the-less, a day off work and the board under my feet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898579300749255269-4555533588492599026?l=samarakareen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/feeds/4555533588492599026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898579300749255269&amp;postID=4555533588492599026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/4555533588492599026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/4555533588492599026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/2006/12/stormy-weather.html' title='Stormy Weather'/><author><name>MISS SAMARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815750515851794290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RY5G81bdiYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Wv8umUdIM3U/s72-c/Christmas+party+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898579300749255269.post-9041401821179181562</id><published>2006-12-24T00:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T01:21:57.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kilmorey Lodge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RY5CYFbdiWI/AAAAAAAAAD4/98KtYo2qV7E/s1600-h/Christmas+party+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012016416851593570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RY5CYFbdiWI/AAAAAAAAAD4/98KtYo2qV7E/s320/Christmas+party+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Eric and I Before the Dinner...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012016721794271602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RY5Cp1bdiXI/AAAAAAAAAEA/NB88sOey4zI/s320/Christmas+party+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;          &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;                                          During dinner, I guess we clean up good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Last weekend was Eric's work Christmas party at the Kilmorey lodge in Waterton.  The food was again, fantastic. You know what they say... quality not quantity... but there were after all, seven courses.  After our amazing 7 course meal, we had a gift exchange. I swear that no Christmas event is ever complete without one of these. Especially when you've got people randomly offering $50 to trade numbers for the $10 gift. Craziness. And I saw Eric's competitive side come out one again while trying to fight off a couple for their gift. I ended up with a fleece blanket... a fair trade I would say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;All this was followed by a fire outside, which was maybe not big enough to warm everyone. But it's always sweet to be outside in the winter with a hot chocolate... especially while surrounded by the mountains! So, it was a very enjoyable evening, and I am very glad that Eric decided to brave taking me along with him again this year.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898579300749255269-9041401821179181562?l=samarakareen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/feeds/9041401821179181562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898579300749255269&amp;postID=9041401821179181562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/9041401821179181562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/9041401821179181562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/2006/12/kilmorey-lodge.html' title='Kilmorey Lodge'/><author><name>MISS SAMARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815750515851794290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RY5CYFbdiWI/AAAAAAAAAD4/98KtYo2qV7E/s72-c/Christmas+party+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898579300749255269.post-4190307397058245233</id><published>2006-12-11T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T21:55:42.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Comfy Couch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RX5EGfz40NI/AAAAAAAAADo/Tcme0EDSdhc/s1600-h/Couch+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RX5EGfz40NI/AAAAAAAAADo/Tcme0EDSdhc/s320/Couch+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007514714091606226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RX5D6Pz40MI/AAAAAAAAADg/NC3FhYcwxY8/s1600-h/Couch+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RX5D6Pz40MI/AAAAAAAAADg/NC3FhYcwxY8/s320/Couch+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007514503638208706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom and Dad brought up my new couch with them tonight, and it now proudly sits in our living room. We found this couch at the Bibles for Missions Thift store in Lethbridge over the weekend for a super good deal. I can forsee many good naps and movie marathons taking place on this comfy couch. And I know the girls are already pretty excited about it too. You are welcome to come and test out our newest addition!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898579300749255269-4190307397058245233?l=samarakareen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/feeds/4190307397058245233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898579300749255269&amp;postID=4190307397058245233' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/4190307397058245233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/4190307397058245233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/2006/12/big-comfy-couch.html' title='Big Comfy Couch'/><author><name>MISS SAMARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815750515851794290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RX5EGfz40NI/AAAAAAAAADo/Tcme0EDSdhc/s72-c/Couch+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898579300749255269.post-833423096647797328</id><published>2006-12-11T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T21:39:15.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Pirate Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RX5AJ_z40LI/AAAAAAAAADA/IYuEq6vF92Y/s1600-h/Samara+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RX5AJ_z40LI/AAAAAAAAADA/IYuEq6vF92Y/s320/Samara+013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007510376174637234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RX4__Pz40KI/AAAAAAAAAC4/jj7RFmNWi70/s1600-h/Samara+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RX4__Pz40KI/AAAAAAAAAC4/jj7RFmNWi70/s320/Samara+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007510191491043490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RX4_t_z40JI/AAAAAAAAACw/CnUHaa9jqjQ/s1600-h/Samara+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RX4_t_z40JI/AAAAAAAAACw/CnUHaa9jqjQ/s320/Samara+020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007509895138300050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RX4_gfz40II/AAAAAAAAACo/-ecNUY8JBCU/s1600-h/Samara+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RX4_gfz40II/AAAAAAAAACo/-ecNUY8JBCU/s320/Samara+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007509663210066050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RX4_avz40HI/AAAAAAAAACg/xJryp9cDTIQ/s1600-h/Samara+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RX4_avz40HI/AAAAAAAAACg/xJryp9cDTIQ/s320/Samara+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007509564425818226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RX4_A_z40GI/AAAAAAAAACY/KBH8UOIPvHo/s1600-h/Samara+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RX4_A_z40GI/AAAAAAAAACY/KBH8UOIPvHo/s320/Samara+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007509122044186722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do realize this is not really being recorded in order... but you'll all just have to keep up some how. This past weekend I was in Lethbridge, spending some quality time with my family. It was my dear mother's birthday on Friday, and so the whole family (signifigant others included.. of course!!)got together for some dinner. I was tried and found guilty yet again of my single status... which my family so willing points out and jokes with me about. It's a good thing I love them so much or I would probably not take it so well. So, yes, that does mean if you're not family... keep you mouth shut please. I mean that in the nicest way.. really. Anyways, we did have a great time celebrating my mom, the amazing, amazing woman that she is. &lt;br /&gt;Saturday night, more good times were had. Josh and Emily let me tag along to the E-free Christmas banquet. We got all dolled up and Josh came to pick us up. The theme for the night was pirates... and the church did an amazing job of setting everything up. They had the Rubber Chicken man (comedian/ magician) come and perform after the dinner. He sat with us at dinner and provided some great conversations there. I found out that he is also a photographer for Humanitarian stuff... talk about two totally different worlds. Anyways, all of us who had recently shared a dinner with him, felt some connection and found him hilarious. Judging by the reaction of the rest of the crowd, they didn't seem to find him so funny. The banquet ended with Josh and I taking on Nathan and Jon in a game of 2 on 2 basketball. I'll just say that I think I faired well enough wearing a dress and nylons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898579300749255269-833423096647797328?l=samarakareen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/feeds/833423096647797328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898579300749255269&amp;postID=833423096647797328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/833423096647797328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/833423096647797328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/2006/12/pirate-christmas.html' title='A Pirate Christmas'/><author><name>MISS SAMARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815750515851794290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RX5AJ_z40LI/AAAAAAAAADA/IYuEq6vF92Y/s72-c/Samara+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898579300749255269.post-3606888433940268815</id><published>2006-12-11T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T21:20:35.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teddy Bear Toss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RX48DPz40FI/AAAAAAAAAB8/YKpSj8KA3yE/s1600-h/Hockey+Game+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RX48DPz40FI/AAAAAAAAAB8/YKpSj8KA3yE/s320/Hockey+Game+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007505862164009042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RX45t_z40EI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ytW2BZt9l5w/s1600-h/Hockey+Game+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RX45t_z40EI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ytW2BZt9l5w/s320/Hockey+Game+019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007503298068533314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RX45h_z40DI/AAAAAAAAABs/G5Q9bO3Zn4M/s1600-h/Hockey+Game+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RX45h_z40DI/AAAAAAAAABs/G5Q9bO3Zn4M/s320/Hockey+Game+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007503091910103090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RX45Q_z40CI/AAAAAAAAABk/cLG-H7osSuQ/s1600-h/Hockey+Game+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RX45Q_z40CI/AAAAAAAAABk/cLG-H7osSuQ/s320/Hockey+Game+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007502799852326946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RX44ivz40BI/AAAAAAAAABc/5maqQCLBeR4/s1600-h/Hockey+Game+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RX44ivz40BI/AAAAAAAAABc/5maqQCLBeR4/s320/Hockey+Game+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007502005283377170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;br /&gt;On Sunday I went to see the Calgary Hitmen play some hockey. This particular game also included 15,000 flying teddy bears after a goal in the first half. That was pretty amazing seeing all the bears flooding the ice, and then all the trucks coming to collect them after. I think it took over an half an hour before the game got under way again. That's when the Hitmen proceeded to spank the Cougars 4-0. Who knew you could have so much fun sitting in the nose bleed?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898579300749255269-3606888433940268815?l=samarakareen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/feeds/3606888433940268815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898579300749255269&amp;postID=3606888433940268815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/3606888433940268815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/3606888433940268815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/2006/12/teddy-bear-toss.html' title='Teddy Bear Toss'/><author><name>MISS SAMARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815750515851794290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RX48DPz40FI/AAAAAAAAAB8/YKpSj8KA3yE/s72-c/Hockey+Game+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898579300749255269.post-1670101608229454001</id><published>2006-12-07T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T22:10:49.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Painting Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RXj_Q2PIbgI/AAAAAAAAABI/ND3o0UYktiQ/s1600-h/dan%27s+tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RXj_Q2PIbgI/AAAAAAAAABI/ND3o0UYktiQ/s320/dan%27s+tree.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006031650724277762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RXj_MmPIbfI/AAAAAAAAABA/KiuS0XvO4mQ/s1600-h/Dan+%26+Alida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RXj_MmPIbfI/AAAAAAAAABA/KiuS0XvO4mQ/s320/Dan+%26+Alida.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006031577709833714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RXj_HWPIbeI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Y9wjlO87-q8/s1600-h/alida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RXj_HWPIbeI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Y9wjlO87-q8/s320/alida.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006031487515520482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it really a party when there is work involved?? My friend Dan had a bunch of us over to help paint the basement in his new place. I have to tell you, it was a little discouraging to paint. We were just covering over every surface imaginable... including velvet wall paper. As you can imagine, every fiber of my being was screaming "this is sooo wrong" But Dan just wanted it all covered up, so cover it all up we did. After painting, Dan treated us to beer and pizza. The tree... well that was the product of Dan's creative juices flowing. Not quite my idea of a dream tree, but he got all too excited over the blinking coloured lights. Is it better to have no tree then a plant decked in holiday cheer??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898579300749255269-1670101608229454001?l=samarakareen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/feeds/1670101608229454001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898579300749255269&amp;postID=1670101608229454001' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/1670101608229454001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/1670101608229454001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/2006/12/painting-party.html' title='Painting Party'/><author><name>MISS SAMARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815750515851794290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RXj_Q2PIbgI/AAAAAAAAABI/ND3o0UYktiQ/s72-c/dan%27s+tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898579300749255269.post-4520963874061747152</id><published>2006-12-07T14:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T22:14:04.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This picture has been deleted as per Nicole's request... and I'm thanking myself as well. As per my previous comment... it was really not a good picture. I hope you will forgive me Nicole!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummm... Indian food. For some reason it looked like a good idea, until after I ate too much. And now I don't feel so good. But, as always, the company was grand. Isn't Perry a great photographer? I mean, I don't think Nicole and I have ever looked better than on this day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898579300749255269-4520963874061747152?l=samarakareen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/feeds/4520963874061747152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898579300749255269&amp;postID=4520963874061747152' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/4520963874061747152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/4520963874061747152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/2006/12/yummm.html' title=''/><author><name>MISS SAMARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815750515851794290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898579300749255269.post-5108991949273771247</id><published>2006-12-05T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T22:14:33.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And so this is Christmas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RXZeVmPIbbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/EhXTAv3ybW0/s1600-h/haworth+tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RXZeVmPIbbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/EhXTAv3ybW0/s320/haworth+tree.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005291761003163058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how Christmas is done at work. It's such an exciting time for me, going around to various places to see all the wonderful Christmas displays. I haven't had time to set up anything at home yet, which feels really strange. But, I am so glad that the folks at Haworth are so dedicated to making the office into a winter wonderland. We even have giant snowflakes hanging in the cafiteria. There is all this talk of Christmas parties and gift exchanges. And then there are the infamous discussions as to when it's okay to start playing Christmas music. I say... December is here, bring on the tunes! I love this season so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898579300749255269-5108991949273771247?l=samarakareen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/feeds/5108991949273771247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898579300749255269&amp;postID=5108991949273771247' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/5108991949273771247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/5108991949273771247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/2006/12/and-so-this-is-christmas.html' title='And so this is Christmas.'/><author><name>MISS SAMARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815750515851794290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RXZeVmPIbbI/AAAAAAAAAAY/EhXTAv3ybW0/s72-c/haworth+tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898579300749255269.post-1293133836577932758</id><published>2006-12-05T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T12:05:49.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In You To Give...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RXXL0S6PAHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zQQty6EtYkk/s1600-h/blood.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RXXL0S6PAHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zQQty6EtYkk/s320/blood.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005130660181901426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A couple days ago the Blood Clinic came to Haworth. They come right to work, so I really have no excuse not to give when it's that convenient. And any employeer that is still going to pay you while you have a little break to get some blood sucked out... is good in my books. I must say that I was a little disappointed with my donating perfomance this time around though. Usually I take pride in my fast flowing blood, coming in around the 4 minute mark. However, something went wonky this time and when 7 minutes rolled around, my bag was still only half full. Given that I am already fair skinned, I usually give the nurses a good scare and get bombarded by questions regarding my state. I can't say that giving blood is a particularly pleasurable experience, but it's very cool to think that through the process 3 lives could be saved. Or so they tell me... I guess for all I know they could be doing something completely wacky with it... Hmmm. But if you ever have the opportunity to give blood, I highly, highly recommend you do so. Blood. It's in you to give!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898579300749255269-1293133836577932758?l=samarakareen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/feeds/1293133836577932758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898579300749255269&amp;postID=1293133836577932758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/1293133836577932758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/1293133836577932758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/2006/12/in-you-to-give.html' title='In You To Give...'/><author><name>MISS SAMARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815750515851794290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBeAt_dz8Cg/RXXL0S6PAHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zQQty6EtYkk/s72-c/blood.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898579300749255269.post-6625983320953714272</id><published>2006-11-28T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T15:56:11.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>winter driving</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i have a new found hatred towards winter driving... especially when it requires that i be stuck in the car for over 2 hours per day... just to get to and from work. i have passed by some pretty crazy random accidents on my travels. it really scares me to see people, hands clutched to the steering wheel, afraid to move faster than a crawl. monday morning was the worst so far, and i'm sure the girls at work were starting to worry if i'd ever come by the time 8:00 rolled around. but consolation came in the form of numerous donuts at the end of SMED lane. as long as i can still have some fun while driving, and the ol' Jetta keeps starting up like new, i can survive this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898579300749255269-6625983320953714272?l=samarakareen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/feeds/6625983320953714272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898579300749255269&amp;postID=6625983320953714272' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/6625983320953714272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/6625983320953714272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/2006/11/winter-driving.html' title='winter driving'/><author><name>MISS SAMARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815750515851794290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898579300749255269.post-2469660083668533975</id><published>2006-11-26T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T14:05:22.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>COUSINS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/613/597971106048493/1600/762638/Holly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/613/597971106048493/320/382354/Holly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;It's funny to think back to when Holly and I were very little, while both of our families were still living in Calgary. We would see a lot of each other.  A lot of time has passed by and we find ourselves living in the same city yet again. I was so excited about Holly moving to Calgary for University. Seeing as she's my cousin on both sides of the family, we are very much like sisters. But life gets stupid sometimes, and the distance between people gets greater and greater. That's probably why hanging out with my cousin Holly was awesome last night. It' s a rare thing now-a-days. She reminds me so much of Emily, and so I have to remind myself a lot of the time that it really is Holly that I am with. But it's really a wonderful thing to have family in this is crazy mad city. Especially family that will stay up till 2 am watching HGTV... that my friends is hard to find!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898579300749255269-2469660083668533975?l=samarakareen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/feeds/2469660083668533975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898579300749255269&amp;postID=2469660083668533975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/2469660083668533975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/2469660083668533975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/2006/11/cousins.html' title='COUSINS'/><author><name>MISS SAMARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815750515851794290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898579300749255269.post-3277321059921205289</id><published>2006-11-23T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T23:06:40.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm really not the most advanced when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt; it comes to technology... so forgive me if this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt; takes a bit of tweeking and such. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks Steph for having patience &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;with me as I wanted to throw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt; my laptop out the window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898579300749255269-3277321059921205289?l=samarakareen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/feeds/3277321059921205289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898579300749255269&amp;postID=3277321059921205289' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/3277321059921205289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/3277321059921205289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/2006/11/blogging.html' title='Blogging'/><author><name>MISS SAMARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815750515851794290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4898579300749255269.post-7699897557179356875</id><published>2006-11-23T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T20:34:01.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine Valley</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/613/597971106048493/1600/915665/Nov.%2006%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/613/597971106048493/400/937951/Nov.%2006%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4898579300749255269-7699897557179356875?l=samarakareen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/feeds/7699897557179356875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4898579300749255269&amp;postID=7699897557179356875' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/7699897557179356875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4898579300749255269/posts/default/7699897557179356875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samarakareen.blogspot.com/2006/11/sunshine-valley.html' title='Sunshine Valley'/><author><name>MISS SAMARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815750515851794290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
