tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26497703192641127752024-03-05T21:51:09.915-07:00the way we areBrady and Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884278481185817129noreply@blogger.comBlogger31125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2649770319264112775.post-35545597401527564382011-02-01T13:13:00.002-07:002011-02-01T13:13:52.355-07:00NEW BLOG<a href="http://bradyandjane.blogspot.com/"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">bradyandjane.blogspot.com</span></span></span></b></i></a>Brady and Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884278481185817129noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2649770319264112775.post-18373395265337300992010-10-09T01:21:00.002-06:002010-10-09T01:21:17.676-06:00New Blog<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">bradyandjane.blogspot.com</span></div>Brady and Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884278481185817129noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2649770319264112775.post-14412212403688056592010-03-22T20:55:00.001-06:002010-03-22T20:56:19.553-06:00Ginny<div style="text-align: center;">For one of my classes right now, we had an assignment to interview a "senior citizen". At first, I thought, hmmm...I don't really know any... Then he said "...like a grandma or grandpa..." Oh! My Grandma! Well, I wouldn't put her under the category of senior citizen, but Gram, <i>definitely</i>. So today I caught Gram on the phone while she was starting her hike up Neff's Canyon. Of course, Gram was just out for a hike after she went to her "buff shop" (later found out to be <i>Curves</i>). Gram, you amaze me. </div><div style="text-align: center;">So I asked her some questions for the class, and others, just out of curiosity. Here's a glimpse of my notes as I talked to her. I tried to write as quickly as possible.</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><i>What did you have around your house when you were young? And what did you do for entertainment?</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"> No TV's, we all gathered, with the family around the radio. The radio is where we got Jack Armstrong, the All American Boy, the Lone Ranger. Back in the day, there were no video games, or iphones. We played. We went out in the neighborhood, hide and go seek, kick the can, or walk to our little neighborhood movie. We went to the drugstore and got <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">milkshakes for 25 cents</span></i> and <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"><i>cokes for a dime</i></span> and <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">candy bars for a nickel</span></i>. It was an era of make your own fun. We didn't text, we relied on the telephone. My father pulled the phone out of the wall once because he thought I was talking too long. We just relied on our families, our friends, for our entertainment. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Every night our family sat down at the table for dinner. You were expected to have a conversation and tell about your day, bring something interesting. I see now days families so on the fly. We didn't have nearly that, <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">we had much more open time to create</span></i>. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>What advice do you have for me as I am getting to the stage where I will start my family?</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i></i> </div><div style="text-align: center;">From my perspective, they always said it would be a quote, 'bat of an eye'. Well you don't believe it when you're your age, and when you start a family, and particularly start having your own children, you will be so involved in the mechanics of it, that you won't realize, you couldn't possibly, that at my perspective and point in life, it is such a fast trip! The journey is over before you know it, and you cannot believe that and seize that as a young person. There is just no way. My advice would be just<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"> enjoy the journey</span></i>. It's precious and it will go fast. before you know it, your baby daughter will be telling you she wants to go buy a wedding dress or your son will be shopping for his missionary suit. And then you get to this stage, the older you get the faster it goes. It is a precious journey. Enjoy the ride. A lot of people waste it by saying when this happens I'll be happy, you have to find a way to be happy in the now...there are down valleys in every relationship, in every job. But that's part of it, it's how you do those things and how you react and handle them. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>When did you get so into outdoor activities?</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">You do know I'm 78, I was born in 1931 during the depression. I, because of my childhood, I've always been living in California, where the sunshine always was. I have always been outdoors. With tennis, bikes, volleyball. So much outdoor. Then after schooling, and college, and marrying Kenny. He was such an outdoorsman. He had a little boat when I married him. We were always just skiing the mountains or boating the lakes. It was later that I started the running, and when my body couldn't run, I started hiking the mountains. It is body mind and spirit. it does more for me than anything I can do for myself. You always need to program in for yourself time for just you. Whether it's the run, whether it's a hike. When I was a caregiver, I had a little window, and the mountains in the trails brought me back, more than ladies luncheons, they kept me right side up. Now I feel the mountains feed me. I just think God's handiwork is where I find my greatest peace. Also, my greatest benefit. I'm getting buff at my buffer up shop! Have you heard of Curves? All women, and 13 machines, jane, you wouldn't believe it, <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">I'm getting buff!! </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>How has aging affected these activities?</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">After all these years, and skiing was in my soul because grampy and I had just been with our kids, in a ski mountain, and of course it wasn't so prohibited in costs, and grampy would work ski races and the whole family would get ski passes. And going this year, <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">I can still get down the mountain with a fair amount of style and grace</span></i>, but my knees, with all the years of hiking and skiing, they're saying, 'you know what, you may be done girl. If you want to be okay, you might have to cut the skiing.' If you don't have good knees in there you won't be too swift on the mountain. And then, giving in, on my hikes it probably takes about twice as long as getting to my destination. So I think trying to age gracefully, not fight it. When the time comes, and you think that it's not worth pushing it, like it's not worth it to me to go up on a ski mountain and ruin my knees so i can't do this daily hobby of mine that I so love of hiking, you've got to have trade offs. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"> <i>How long did you date Grampy before marrying him? And how did you get to where you are today?</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I came to Salt Lake in april. I probably met him in May, of course he was 5 years older than I was. That made a huge difference because he had done college, had graduated, had done the service, he was working, he had a business. So it was very different for me, who I dated college boys and guys pretty much my own age. <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">But grampy was a whole different cut</span></i>. There was a <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">l</span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">arger than life</span></i> quality about him. and he was so <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">charming</span></i>, everyone loved Kenny. That was true all through our marriage. Everyone gravitated towards him. We met in April of 53 and were married in November of 53. And the fact that I was from California, I was then working for the airlines and I was stationed in Salt Lake. He was 27, I was 22. And he thought it was about time for him to get married and he just kind of <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">swept me off my feet</span></i>. And so I went from living in the Bay area, going to the university of Colorado, working for the airlines, to live in Ephraim, UT. And I was not a member of the church and he was an inactive member. I couldn't go to the Episcopal church, even if I wanted to, because there were only 3 or 4 wards there. I loved my church, I really did, tithe payers, worked for the church. But I was moving to Ephraim. I had never known a Mormon, didn't know anything about the church. Got baptized in the Manti temple that next year. Then grampy and I still stayed on the edges, the way out edges, until Pam, your mom, was about 3rd of 4th grade. And we moved into our salt lake ward and they started pursuing us, we ended up going to the temple then. And that's when I was really converted. And the way I learned the gospel is when my little girls were little and they came and asked me to teach primary. So <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">I learned it line upon line</span></i> by teaching those lessons, those elementary lessons. I learned the gospel. then when they approached us on taking project temple, going through the temple, we had to really sit down and say this is really going to change our lifestyle. We traveled with a great group of friends, but they were not active members of the church. So we said, <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">if we're going to do this, we're going to do this right</span></i>. If you're going to take vows, you've got to be up to living them. and so we did...And it wasn't like so many stories where they say, I know without a shadow of the doubt. I didn't. I had a very good relationship with God the Father and Jesus Christ, but Joseph Smith was a lot to swallow in my years. It took a lot of lessons, and a lot of years, to learn it, digest it, and then believe it. It wasn't like oh i knew. then we came by it, and grampy had been inactive, so he had a firm core belief, he really always did, but he just like so many guys back in those years,just kind of fell away. They went in the service and got away, got a taste of how the world lives. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Any other advice for me?</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Each little plateau of your life changes, and you do learn from experience. You learn all the little dumb stuff you overreact to as a little person. Your mother always had a big capacity to put the things that matter most at the forefront and not let them be sacrificed by the things that don't matter. And an example is when she talked about how upset she was on mark's hair and she said 'i'm just going to leave him alone on that, because there are so many other issues I want to teach to him, and if I bug him on his hair, well, it's just not important in the scheme of things.' I think your mother is very <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">wise beyond her years</span></i>. And most couples get mired in things that in the big scheme <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">doesn't matter a dittle</span></i>. They can have horrible arguments about stuff that doesn't matter a dittle. The other thing is the fine art of <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">communication</span></i>, and you don't know until you are living on a day to day basis that you've got to talk things through. There might be times when you might be totally diverse, totally separate on an issue, and you've got to be able to listen to him fairly, and hear his perspective. And he in turn has got to do the same for you. Sometimes it's not fun, but you've got to. And couples, if they don't, just totally shut down. If they aren't successful in hashing it, they lose the art of communication... there's going to be times when you could just ring each other's neck, unless you're different from any other marriage in the world, and you can't imagine it at first, but that's all i'd say. You've got to <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">stay sweethearts</span></i>, even when all the kids come. that's got to be first. And there's times when you think, Ohh, I'm too tired to talk to you. But communication is so important! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Gram, Thank You! Thank you for spending your "you" time on the mountain talking to Naner on the phone. This will stay the highlight of my week, and it's only Monday. I love you!</div>Brady and Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884278481185817129noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2649770319264112775.post-63322065563912938382009-12-13T11:31:00.000-07:002009-12-13T11:31:05.826-07:00Gossip in the Center<div style="text-align: center;">With 82 students living under one roof you think there would be more drama and gossip. But. There isn't. It is kind of like everyone know everything about each other, and if we think something is happening, we say it and then find out if it is true or not. But with 4 days left, we have a new piece of information, that can't get sorted out...<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Last night Brother Manscill went into the library late at night to get a book. He turned on the lights and found a couple in there. Easy enough, right? Except he won't tell us who it is. He said they were a surprise couple to see, and he had never really even seen them together. People tried to guess, and he kept saying no. Then he gave one more hint... He is like the Romeo of the center... It still doesn't help. But, there is officially gossip going around the center. I guess. Mags came and told us, prefacing it with the fact that this is gossip. <br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">And, tonight was the first night that I hugged a professor after receiving a grade. I survived Old Testament.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">The <span style="font-style: italic;">joy</span> I have felt while being in Jerusalem has been so strong. I feel like I have devoted the past semester to improving myself through Christ. And now, as I go home during the Holidays, all I want to do is tell everyone about this joy<span style="font-style: italic;">. I love Jerusalem. </span> And I want to always remember to <span style="font-style: italic;">pray for the peace</span> here. It no longer is a conflict between Israeli's and Palestinians, but now between people I love. Whatever happens here will effect people I have met, played soccer with, talked about their beliefs, laughed with, and developed a deep love for. <span style="font-style: italic;">Oh Jerusalem, if I forget thee...</span><br />
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</div>Brady and Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884278481185817129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2649770319264112775.post-61622875414527453022009-12-03T17:36:00.006-07:002009-12-03T17:50:16.960-07:00Bethlehem...without words<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsNkkpX5l9G-ZJOFILYri5RLtRJE9ccypmxr4rCAJgQWta5yUYn7pPDesEphwbh03CJB961E10N0yErwG2nvvt83MVEd2E88zM2_9062H5rGbCQ77uM3jX6b0YT2v_Yhyphenhyphen0asaMrrBR2MA/s400/IMG_1090.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411174749356551186" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZvJcTOSzy2JdLNnf26bQU8wIlOzqrUWSAgC8_hWKi0hGrLndOW8SxKJKngHrILHBhNe9DSDj_VdzvlWgN7xcBiRUtp2qIplaSIEjJ5Rl7EF_2VSABDUG6i88l5IwXCk3hsauXkMVdyiY/s400/IMG_1099.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411175161631523506" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0-JwUlRPWX8OdtmSk7B8L3oQn-GNyX83oJCHcDqQzUCZenivuK1H4wahpdVO_dB2qeXbERGbpubYhnInJAGuXqPujkqciVRq3Mqp65jKUHfqr1J4PmwPnCfDnnnQb8cewoFoGL6KoHRM/s400/IMG_1101.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411175154307186626" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQr75kBfySbh_tUeC1hQ50A4_I53VphhujJ5DzjwJO0sXF3YB9BoOt1r-SP7_U8e7Qze1NRE7CZxN1XA6KMbppMGEMEL8zGdQZadsHUJ0nEb88pFyDERSc8_VqFYSQR5f4RNX8g5Qm4jk/s400/IMG_1105.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411175146913035282" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIfAjpnWtPPaoKF9vaHLytKMjDUXz5q-1dWagBQ56v8MLUbT4QvSvZHoyRVgMfjKDWo2xcvbGAfyS7m4GimXa_ttnil-XXkJ38hHmMkH3Xo9qSJxU5UlkYB32798ZXNiBw0zxJjJVV3Rk/s400/IMG_1102.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411175152109172418" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX2olMxHkAvFb5meJLcIb1O0oG5P9oe0SqXuzUUfOORDJ2i0TxHZLFkfrA9fztcKMsL7nvBL8rnjmPE9EV7fSEk75L0tPvfkaPUCs0IMe5M_y5Bog1eaDBtsGQ0X7UxvAr6cAvyqmn6oM/s400/IMG_1111.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411174742292697842" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0FQ3xKaEwusqNyKAUkOeVEEmIFBudQz97ZGpKRm5VrB09Gw45CKIcIQAbiqjA-Q4sYnPRrE-emJqQ9OiJsehCIw7Z-lwdplC_jJ_0LlL0SK-R3qLNZhPRQ70Amj6ZqqyyDC-CUx7HL68/s400/IMG_1116.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411173952896739234" /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrliSgGjwTC2KwhhJSKOUzssa_I3ArhejXESANtnaJuBBRTaC4P9FTeVdaNxjyvfEzdY4RInw_dbN0e5Jr-vyN-kcuwaFChHYg0KLNVrBA6v_9L8HvB0I9sR_GoL7rpTkpfNyU06Lh7Vw/s1600-h/IMG_1120.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrliSgGjwTC2KwhhJSKOUzssa_I3ArhejXESANtnaJuBBRTaC4P9FTeVdaNxjyvfEzdY4RInw_dbN0e5Jr-vyN-kcuwaFChHYg0KLNVrBA6v_9L8HvB0I9sR_GoL7rpTkpfNyU06Lh7Vw/s400/IMG_1120.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411175917850820130" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">George and Ramses deserve words. Thank you for the most <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">beautiful</span> nativity! And letting me call my mom from your cell phone! </div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQgX1Wuuph4xP3XFgoKo71xF01P5tZQZHP4giF3LJLpvY_hQvIjaDIrN-os6xzohk4mfnV-IDPykslzEkCqghigd2tMtiH2K0-xMEyVgP_Vy46PNQNBaUpRTF-pzzt2EysjhmLf_IFxls/s400/IMG_1123.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411173946051159346" /><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZCxPAwTE78lUIrjBtodbGv6hoWjOQA297WMsIbxb2-rxWkd_2kIVwqF7NOioM1B-c87IkdP-hxGfDOZGt4QkCbrrfz_ScLd9uHKfa4aISvRnTso7eUkjL3aLm4tfv87lHL2S_yAOjmPU/s400/IMG_1130.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411173936607027682" /></div>Brady and Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884278481185817129noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2649770319264112775.post-49213228899371287062009-12-03T17:34:00.000-07:002009-12-03T17:35:44.514-07:00Out My Window<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_udZh0Wg_imsb-1IebI0kzSi_BABTH6qlhVjerPh5X3xRW_GVVt1kdur_Cnvlq_U068rl3ijZyuXsSRh_w5q-qM6MnnFdO_wkAWYkv222aOrrnjJuo_2n-DA75w91UX7i64Glwl3-kwg/s1600-h/IMG_1038.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_udZh0Wg_imsb-1IebI0kzSi_BABTH6qlhVjerPh5X3xRW_GVVt1kdur_Cnvlq_U068rl3ijZyuXsSRh_w5q-qM6MnnFdO_wkAWYkv222aOrrnjJuo_2n-DA75w91UX7i64Glwl3-kwg/s400/IMG_1038.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411173101079951746" /></a>Brady and Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884278481185817129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2649770319264112775.post-33537997440129168912009-12-03T16:58:00.003-07:002009-12-03T17:31:15.899-07:00A weekend in Jerusalem<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIenroR3pgr5u-jC_OaQgKp5_N2Inm3Pgicmx5KzlXw4I0nFlr1PQrnmxXC6_T5dYCG-RqNbjCdcvrITs50FHDABaZr7LW51PquaPJnZjr-S8Royfb7WRts6TfWlfmNZ7dnorRnhZkoAA/s400/IMG_0979.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411167056144849170" /><div style="text-align: center;">After church on Saturday we went to the private section of the Garden of Gethsemene. This part deserves to be called a garden and not just "the three trees of Gethsemene." How lucky that my afternoon decision was to decide whether to go read at the Garden Tomb or the Garden of Gethsemene. Honestly?</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHxWhyphenhyphen_-Dmjtc1I8VTr2AD49JN9PZcUEC1Eus-LQYIX3-bGuKBWfrpZdb_u9n7eAVuX90G3Zp0Lbtz8Go-w4ps_FcvbcW_yuHS5tebQ93nd-3_jvTy9A8CWQK3dacI8jySxyUMn5CH3aY/s400/IMG_0991.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411167047562453746" /><div style="text-align: center;">Sunday we went to the YMCA to play the bells in the bell tower. To clarify... this means that I actually played the bells. To be exact, I played the Carol of the Bells for all of West Jerusalem to hear! One of the service couples at the center goes and plays the bells every Sunday (he is a masterful organist, and it must carry on to bells also?), and he lets us come. I loved it! Nathan played the Hogwarts theme music. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">So </span>cool. How fun would it be to all of a sudden hear the bells playing this?</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZQwyM_G9DbYsaGf5Chc40zH01_HlOR7Gvml1kdPMOOM6H9l7HZYTT65wkzJosEqxfAY9QP8vJc1aRYqCJxszUBT0V9taJ0L0MnuOIH2zJxlQN_SOhoEY5EnNIJus4qCT869mBiRxlmac/s400/IMG_1004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411167356041328866" /><div style="text-align: center;">That night we went to dinner at <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Roza</span> in West Jerusalem for Shelleybelly's birthday<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(more Shelleyisms are coming)</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> and Adri's parents came! Her dad surprised us all and paid for us, he is an angel! It was so fun hanging out with her parents! It gave us a new light on Adri, and made me love her even more!</span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdBsVpLP7xVypZ1OWOgFe-UaOAN3hnZqVdELuFDlz918WtA0bOovBGM8QNHrxYT_TCscqMx1cW4zTwVgkfDcxfRRJzU6bS2Kcf2hsXNgZuQxfXBy_5MGXjh3znZiULyD7evM5HXRg-CS0/s1600-h/IMG_1002.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdBsVpLP7xVypZ1OWOgFe-UaOAN3hnZqVdELuFDlz918WtA0bOovBGM8QNHrxYT_TCscqMx1cW4zTwVgkfDcxfRRJzU6bS2Kcf2hsXNgZuQxfXBy_5MGXjh3znZiULyD7evM5HXRg-CS0/s400/IMG_1002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411167045494064802" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhWmx-e_kRH__N91teC0LQiKpSgyaIsREQctJOhgSC_nfFmUxV0Cm3-gkcaQq5rK9z6wMG-aVouxzYnz0eapIi00ygqSYCu8v_e2fRo_cbduloKG8J-LALh1EG6VWeJxYMy0ZgCaIhM7I/s1600-h/IMG_1005.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhWmx-e_kRH__N91teC0LQiKpSgyaIsREQctJOhgSC_nfFmUxV0Cm3-gkcaQq5rK9z6wMG-aVouxzYnz0eapIi00ygqSYCu8v_e2fRo_cbduloKG8J-LALh1EG6VWeJxYMy0ZgCaIhM7I/s400/IMG_1005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411167038806738338" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Then we went to Ben Yehuda Street and got gelato. When we were leaving we saw this lady sitting at a table by herself, with a single rose on the table. We were trying to think of what her story could be, so finally I went and started talking to her. It turns out the rose was just given to her by a plant shop owner when she bought a plant. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">But</span>, the rose wasn't the story. No, it's the fact that her name is Michelle and she is Prince's lover. Yes, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">the</span> Prince. They are lovers, and he will come <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">back</span> to her when she gets with a handsome, sexy black man. That is the only thing that will make Prince come back to her. And yes, I mean back, because she made it clear that they have already been together. But she wouldn't be his groupie, so she left him. So she asked us about clubs where she could find black men. She's from Canada, and has been in Israel for 2 weeks. When she finds her black man, and Prince comes back for her 5 seconds later, Prince will have a concert in Jerusalem, and she will find us and give us tickets.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Oh Michelle, go find your black man!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Brady and Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884278481185817129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2649770319264112775.post-49306840104199537162009-12-03T15:07:00.009-07:002009-12-03T16:26:28.651-07:00Galilee<div style="text-align: center;">Well, I can now say that I celebrated the 4th of July on Thanksgiving...in Galilee. That will come later if you can last looking at this post until the end. We were in Galilee for 11 days, and everyday was amazing. On the way to Galilee we stopped by Caesarea, Tel Meggido <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">(Armageddon)</span>, and Nazareth <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">(you know? where Christ was raised. Supposedly some people forget that sometimes, so I thought I'd just clarify, in case you're one of them)</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">. </span></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7cSRvytDUAZvLC4TKFIsCVR-HLJ9YRaQjds1mU7k9oGq7vKOo46pRLRqS9GaYVbO-sxsedQwHlTRK6yPvZiKtJlOxyMIS2NjGgYkQZ3f4eEq65aKeGfsRAyUd2-7FZdw66OrlsmeVhgU/s400/IMG_0655.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411139529409526514" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Lauren Hays, Lauren Ricks, Lauren Magleby (lots of Laurens), me, & Adri at Caesarea</span></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAyJFdhmDJbP7MGlfAL5xOuELlcYPVmPuWPR0NwvHENq6cCtFdwrmvHUqG_FGhHf4xmcfPe0IrRfchIfPFFR8IbGS_j9ed051LkMJgEcbqxN4Lw1hI3ZVmxFxtu1dW7L27VITixbCaEUU/s400/IMG_0699.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411139521992661058" /><div style="text-align: center;">We were welcomed to Nazareth by this billboard. Right behind it is the church that covers the home of Mary where the Angel visited her to tell her she would give birth to the Christ <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">(wow)</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">. We had to walk around this billboard to get to it.</span></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdEe1fRh_s6GIJ9Mm4oVz15wsu-2xcbH48GaCv5loXW2rlmPq758qcgkCU91WkiNEr6R9serB6nX8XqPkXBpqA_oF-Xvor-g2M81kfRfZi2GQsnV1Ilxjbxde8g_neSJFsU8keYBu5h3c/s400/IMG_0709.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411139522556597906" /><div style="text-align: center;">And this is the cave. We weren't allowed to go down, or even on the same level as it, because a small church service was happening.</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMEZ1l9t_fK14aLlTOdjqaLFoQhRpfNWePgg7U0HcTotl5w0HZNojiEa0Bwjgs9l52FAzG3z4oLswuUHk8QMeRu5-qWUigdhBjFx5lvnmm7noV-Z62Go31tVpggsLbQvnr93o2bSusmrU/s400/IMG_0710.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411138692120373218" /><div style="text-align: center;">But I did get to see this guy. And the most beautiful stain glass. When President Hinckley visited this church, he said, "Roman Catholics really know how to build churches." And it was.</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3tiLIAZGDfnuuWU4NAs5GmUtt7pm0m_8iXU-TqFisFp3l8GrTpboTdn-EuggjPEEAYCvOUGV-30IBA2JvjMPsgPiZwNzn5MZqnrWrXITj2H4DeLfDAV9ItJ1_J5qJbYozIsZLPKqeVFw/s400/IMG_0723.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411139524656309442" /><div><div style="text-align: center;">Then we went to the other site that the angel could have appeared to Mary, the well. And yes, there are two spots. Because most sites in Jerusalem are actually just guesses as to where things happened. It took me a couple weeks to be okay with that idea. But now, it's normal. </div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs8gy_GZGaIPAEq8HE4PsSgLGMC10hRnOeIEVppTTkqU2JfkaTaTPfbTui7cmj24_QcqHCvMl0GX8TJCFQFLdANz5PcKrLLCYX63ixRbNGkw59LFLbuFp9OzT1S2J7ZaotWOS5Hjcmq4A/s400/IMG_0724.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411138686321432754" /><div style="text-align: center;">And talk about normal, it is seeing a tell, cistern, AND a mosque or synagogue everyday. And it was no different in Galilee. This was at Tel Dan.</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii07gcGa8ji3kEnIoKdIrhmtmVJpJAC3aOAtyCm80NHEM-VL-vp7z6EJ7i3wnvnqgxPLxRZmJMHQY5hE1fTl51OMzTWANSrLueWfaNVH5MwwYf_GndG3Ey0uEpCK2aSks6N_RB49BviyA/s400/IMG_0726.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411138681613956818" /><div style="text-align: center;">And this was the cistern at Tel Dan. Cisterns are our <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">favorite</span>.</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5B-NJQp6cGd79x7T-GECQQI5yJqSXxgC8mypyIQzU3FC6cjzmmDSZD4WkQzG0OVTV6_dBYsmY5Kksb-nXBPxfhUmHVBh5-cfUTYABNJK2gcUZZgdacOiHR8TMgOak5uedee73N1sVyzE/s400/IMG_0733.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411138670038990738" /><div style="text-align: center;">My favorite stop of our 2nd day was at Caesarea Philippi (Banias). This is where Christ gave the sermon about living waters and Peter being the rock. It also is pictured in the back of our scriptures, which i tried to show, but... you might have to look yourself. But it was here that I realized that I have actually been now to 24 of sites pictured in our scriptures. And at this site's photograph was taken by our very own, Brother Manscill who is a professor here, calls me Janer, lets us come talk to him and his wife on Saturday nights, and cut my Thanksgiving turkey this year <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">(again, pictured at the end)</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">.</span> </div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFg_OXN3KJRsVHN2_HVMfI0vMHV7nydP6QF2yq37eMaUC32PGcyLKS4SwuCo-E50p0e9MOkqiRksoiwwUnOgSTtVsg0Wv2Fi7ya7bnW5RfEibS0ShVFmSmEgQXddauYwluZEXsBr6MfOY/s400/IMG_0747.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411137658346081058" /><div style="text-align: center;">The next day we started with a boat ride across the Sea of Galilee. It was breathtaking to be going across the water, reading the stories of Christ on the Sea, and singing "Master the Tempest is Raging." </div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitgW9ot-ra2NLloeQPKiK-y23QKgU8QpKmOBthz-KJsbksSjxYYBNnMi4FOVtdS5bzAV9MrHklPXONPfxmKdx9xSYBXrA0m1A-qxRh96TFfBwnOccnBM-Pb4rNS1yBEUjGJrxc27OzyfE/s400/IMG_0753.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411137651286987922" /><div style="text-align: center;">This sums up our Galilee experience with the Sea.</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjav4VVdJh_iKEfVoeBJSSzslmh0PncMfZF7XN00UFclOx1padMccUKXqFyGsjVwlefolWMz73D15zuqyMBLyKkPjKEovZHEYObL40sQgeaYk5k7dDtxjBd9kssXD1rh1gILA7Dxp2EaIc/s400/IMG_0763.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411137652912257714" /><div style="text-align: center;">We then went to the Mt. of Beatitudes, where Christ gave the Sermon on the Mt. Needless to say it was amazing.</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF8lrQ79-X4FhBmKtJmBRYASG2eOyU1JD1XQxPkc6QyM8iHm20GLTqQak_xa-AbLFUPi7O8Vdm-MyQ76D1MLVFX7tvDOCyM6L4Cl5J-MK4O-0vLYiXtEmLj_nZJezxOhpHnhBu0ql6QqI/s400/IMG_0764.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411137648133438610" /><div style="text-align: center;">And they have strict rules for entering, of course. At every site, it says no guns. This is common.</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie399vtwpud05GxXQ5WqowTVpi4BMaC3TaGEJP7uKtboM9HoY8qmyEJIB3LfuzX0U_r2WQ03XXb4UP4pra9sL3F01ZL9erOZSqO61kcUhzSWWKpikt2hotiWEhbexHzkk7KrvQosCKox4/s400/IMG_0768.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411137643938008658" /><div style="text-align: center;">After we had time on the Mount of Beatitudes, we walked down to the Sea to the churches of Tabgha where Christ fed 5000. On this hill where we walked is where all the people who came to hear Christ would have sat, and He would have walked as He went down to the Sea.</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjIGVd4R8HXQ2pYkirZeWMGKWkcHHSgbmFkbWk7n6p0lerclZuohC1aYQ2gp3ytzZKDOCrU_mOsQh4sA2x1EhkV6KIYu8zF-WnjtVn7en7Iw_Z2l6h_KZun7y9OCxVs43iPkMUI7p5IoY/s400/IMG_0786.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411136908061504322" /><div style="text-align: center;">Capernaum! This is where Christ stayed during his ministry in Galilee, at Peter's house, which is guessed to be the house underneath the big building. That building is again, another church. About the design in the covering building, Bro. Hamblin said, "It's like Picasso on Acid". </div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIWAuMlolG8AREPEPAeI1YC_3-3Gtx-I_0ij_nhOdx-JsAzb0yT0qPz2UnHfXGSxHJZ5j-5_HY6NGSBzmf0uaob5uoW3GDkbY-Q2WHeujtOOfIbIXeiCB3BXWr6-SCxb6uUUUqFV_B-AY/s400/IMG_0797.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411136898865627282" /><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWPnJaGx8w4VVZTVhlW464q7TGZyes6n747Tw-yTFk1S0fCtiiJevNz_es3DWE667Zj82vaC5oBV_ZJVcu7L5jxhCCl1dfLALavET4f6PRtyjRk7LevE9YndmrJKwYIwBOpKJGWvMm4HU/s400/IMG_0829.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411136900789251778" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Me, Adri, Alli, and the fish dinner. </span></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbvEPwZCjCwxSNU3gP36uMTpBGMdp7tV5G2V2spQmT8wurq77GFH0DS_xExQeTV0n911UG5Afl7u8tTUrl3D4wtwPqSCcQ6xO8ETj7E4y2KbEMqlAo5nsl_EEYl7PUayry4dgdQXmmI3M/s400/IMG_0841.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411136895621695794" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">The view from church in Tiberias</span></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnzPOG1TOgzFOmD1Y6W9vXYmQPieMTbXDaQTvZHjhqyLS5l74PWwZGRyXXbM3J-82MAtuTR-h2NU9R6jJ0W8z9e-_rXBtRRo6isAvXrhyphenhyphen4OQFOwV8bjyhOd19i-07-lPkW7_zuWTgSypk/s400/IMG_0845.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411136886108880930" /><div style="text-align: center;">After church we stopped by another site of the Jordan River. This is where religious people come to rebaptize themselves. They had the passage from Mark about the Jordan River in every language of people who have come to be baptized there. My favorite was the Hawaiian Pidgin.</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ0hcqgLy8ps03yrjR0tpBycJeaK7pPDDwSbtiPbxfm6lx3hlcdVPOOTBnL5S6LYncqx-9iWuO3AeJqvAVu5c1cZuAS1XanfcpDsgmL6ktISI6x3FSETvBubrC4VH-vugdqRkQG9FJ8G8/s400/IMG_0853.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411136208582183506" /><div style="text-align: center;">And this is how they were rebaptized.</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJTFW6t4lhyphenhyphenPEUXpMb52fqkuR97n51hPKlvnK1ylYB7AM8xAMvx7ycWopnShhskTvhmDFXKWjn998j0Wg9SOCDRvkyzBexqA4FRgJofcbR5n7oPqpDhm1pNBwpoAch9aehJYjGgcSlvh8/s400/IMG_0859.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411136206867791810" /><div style="text-align: center;">And this is what they all looked like after.</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNIVMUV25pfKViWC3O_1W1dzSPKPD9qhHFcDb0XeOO7JdM6UUeGY7jOEYodh-sPG-G1mkzYxd2NsUBr12zFreXqEBZU6R_2EtT8G9iuoh_WY-PJxQXjpd_e3uQYypJsqWrvgkaLaWkk9M/s400/IMG_0879.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411136200565202178" /><div style="text-align: center;">This is just to show that my fashion has become really important since being here. No other pictures will be shown of this day. But we went to Nain, Mt. Tabor, a natural spring that we swam in, and an ancient Roman city.</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDqF0sIrDvnYrCGFL4yDa8ozBWuM0I7XH-ukv66DPGAaQ_3uaMBuPoJIt4rOhyphenhyphen0J51hJLueBcXewLgtbNQb1OaCcmshSoAf2YKiRXAizm7nkmt5ecS6veQ-GEix6pXUaPQQ51L87Vsyes/s400/IMG_0907.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411150651234160002" /><div style="text-align: center;">Another day we went to Akko, and visited more mosques.</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqPDt0Mj4pAGpEFMDT1KqQ4AKzizxcMLBhtr5oFMv9QSDDD8_tG1JvrXF2ZQKM1g-hTwE9nYWFjbIZPfcPo77ptxhn-d0vxEcXySRWfndBSWxOcAL7jePcqetdGV-JS0-t31ebnNghRAg/s400/IMG_0912.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411136197173596322" /><div style="text-align: center;">And free time in Akko brought us upon this shark. Just trying to be sold. Who wouldn't want to buy their fish like this?</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1wkSzXpjR5-BuAjH3xKflAJlMa7bQxGTiGSrxzCu6pHsPG_PYL6IAUEiq3keiqskgrD23fg1_lzOx9jTaCZChOGj-kdT9jbQN4tIE0VnrfL7SsTUpdtcxthEm0j4LpCaidYpHxupiS1g/s1600-h/IMG_0940.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1wkSzXpjR5-BuAjH3xKflAJlMa7bQxGTiGSrxzCu6pHsPG_PYL6IAUEiq3keiqskgrD23fg1_lzOx9jTaCZChOGj-kdT9jbQN4tIE0VnrfL7SsTUpdtcxthEm0j4LpCaidYpHxupiS1g/s400/IMG_0940.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411136190511511042" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">And Thanksgiving! The first time the BYU program came to Ein Gev to stay for their time in Galilee, the Kibbutz got Thanksgiving mixed up with Independence Day. So they have kept the decorations since that first time, and use them, everytime. The room was red, white, and blue, and our turkey came out with sparklers in it! I think this should be a new tradition for everyone.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh-Fs0BLRi1-aMjLmFrf5O3IspCQo0Cm6zohyphenhyphen3K9JeWVC62mmsUbrHHIuX6ZBDksGkwG2_hqfmkdquAYziXWhtEGRMaHjXzzWbzHB7jIdRRQnnqELcUIPyA2kJqXy4-MSUCLzW-OnOObw/s1600-h/IMG_0943.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh-Fs0BLRi1-aMjLmFrf5O3IspCQo0Cm6zohyphenhyphen3K9JeWVC62mmsUbrHHIuX6ZBDksGkwG2_hqfmkdquAYziXWhtEGRMaHjXzzWbzHB7jIdRRQnnqELcUIPyA2kJqXy4-MSUCLzW-OnOObw/s320/IMG_0943.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411135325560467058" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">And this is Bro. Manscill! His tests make me want to go crawl in a hole, but I still can't wait to visit them when they come back to Utah! </div><div style="text-align: center;">After our Thanksgiving dinner, we ended our time at Galilee under the stars at a bonfire. I can now say that I bore my testimony on the shores of Galilee, and I have so much to be grateful for. It was one of the moments that when I look back at my time here, I will think of being with everyone there. At least for the first two hours. By hour 3 and a half, and 59 testimonies later, I was ready to be done. </div><div style="text-align: center;">This was the most amazing week to think about the gospel and life, what I'm doing, where I'm going, things I want to do, the person I want to be. Scary things. But nothing felt scary. I ran in the mornings or evenings, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">by myself</span>, and had time to remind myself how blessed I am to be here! It's a good reminder, especially today. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Because <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">two </span>weeks from today, I'm coming home!</div></div></div>Brady and Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884278481185817129noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2649770319264112775.post-75536696552955442402009-12-03T11:57:00.005-07:002009-12-03T12:09:08.633-07:00Talent Show<div>Tuesday night there was a talent show at the good ol' Jerusalem center. And people here have talent! There were so many amazing performances. Molly playing the violin, a puppet show about the teachers, Brooke dancing, the nurses showing their nursing skill, Matt serenading with his guitar, and Nathan playing Viva la Vida with all the violinists. Amazing. And then there was us...</div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dx2Qou9PnmCN4Xo3t80PRveymxQbZOY-PvD8gllN0WpkXbcYQkFJAckoTGS1Uq49LsR7OmoqkDvwjtYgoEadQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><div><br /></div>Brady and Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884278481185817129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2649770319264112775.post-53109681635633151822009-11-27T15:25:00.002-07:002009-12-03T16:53:41.628-07:00And between them lies the wall...<div style="text-align: center;">A wall runs through the Holy Land, separating the West Bank from Jerusalem. Yet, the wall runs through Palestinian neighborhoods, not just separating Palestinian and Israelis. </div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZE6ygQYmJrNatWlQR-frwbMu5Ho3lOrGxVn4TUV67eUFI6c3yb2_di5zRzNFhBbdLSd_nJ71mdX1U7yojgPuE-HcWkKORhAQWWUXrdga5wBVB6cbyShgZkh6UuzWj2vym_Ex5TuiOTCg/s400/IMG_1069.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411160770343821522" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJXHjtH90tCHLxu27w1O-uQYmtxgIfZMpzoo3bcSLyRy7WnTXuONWSKWQcFUzBxOdckfK3YhzNpwGo2gIArrvaVLVelEYAdLxtxhlNorLGJHRW5ysJncznU_Jk9ZjlR_uMng2EVQF7_aM/s400/IMG_0957.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411159974198747826" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYM6y6RXnk4JeUuvYfTFPHttlGurNC6qkGLf2le-ad1OcbwVDko5-NkkRtc-p9JRLgC8DfCVfKX5u45OEB1T3WUbV4qA37Wr1CeHVQWFmyX6bACSiE6EqSs0H7-ry7SCMCLaC9uOY2yKM/s400/IMG_1073.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411160776399968386" /><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinDPQpsMd4flWUeL_p1nDSPiLQCmuERzO_VtCbS4GIZSDTb2A8bm6cgSJQuYAK5E_htAPMGhg6Gyi9ytL0EX0YHV9KMV9romS8NiGgdgAdUW7ZPpc7SquPPU7rRJJarSJhWueYcE_wriw/s400/IMG_0952.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408913585444369314" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I feel like I understand the conflict here so much more since being here. This didn't take much, because the first day I got to Jerusalem, I realized I didn't know anything. But I do know for certain one thing, I love this city!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_zq3JgOnU8FTgnxbhcpSOdHWO_Tu3rZrlJHWnr2MvujyCkRcqzrA4v87Y-0lm7IIo-4CuDD6hghBj9NK_ajjQTxS9a5W_5Ko79TyiY4BG3zX_-ntgu0yBuWcH0jinitgU5tfhuZVLOhg/s400/IMG_0945.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411159969619351890" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Brady and Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884278481185817129noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2649770319264112775.post-52033050622173919482009-11-13T15:17:00.002-07:002009-11-13T15:24:49.000-07:00Silence is Foreign to me.<div style="text-align: center;">Now, don't get me wrong. I love everyone here. But tonight, I felt kind of like I was standing in the middle of here...</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjedRwf1oQKlCFxtgjSC5o_nJL9I8O7KYuigl968TAF4dCRwQbFXe9k9J_UugYT5ztj5btFjUBCPaPf6cNIe9ePGcyKGb5pvtAoE08SKj70j5n74HRWc9PnRjNrJ7vico6WnL2tFKn8Rak/s400/Priestly_blessing_crowds,_tb100906963sr-794627.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403716300122124818" /><div style="text-align: center;">So I did this...</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicU0MARWvrcnKgwsQKUgt85zEG9TOMeZucah2sK1cB28LPQM9yaNbxXuQf4OMgGwvGN3pH9TYuMPQ5Sis15x3bRQUPPPN1N_G3V54JgsGmf20FYuIW76HvrkDISVfLZbku9I06OMNg4yk/s1600-h/359.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicU0MARWvrcnKgwsQKUgt85zEG9TOMeZucah2sK1cB28LPQM9yaNbxXuQf4OMgGwvGN3pH9TYuMPQ5Sis15x3bRQUPPPN1N_G3V54JgsGmf20FYuIW76HvrkDISVfLZbku9I06OMNg4yk/s400/359.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403716306706354962" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;">Try it. </div></div>Brady and Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884278481185817129noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2649770319264112775.post-60741777947652790062009-11-10T14:11:00.009-07:002009-11-10T16:14:25.539-07:00Another day, Another year<div style="text-align: center;">Dear <span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">21</span></span></span>, <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">In the 24 hours of knowing you, I am excited for our time together. You came in with a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">bang,</span> and I think you'll stay this way. Roommate <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">snuggle</span> time, ball<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">oo</span>ns, seeing <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">his</span> face, a card from <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">home</span>, and a story from <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Paris</span>.</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 309px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC_VE0w-M9n3TtHqSjPLe4otQjVS5LpFHysTlRaeBIhsAxJQ_vHkHQQGMGd7RPKZwB9xHcZ7FaWPDL-P04Pk-hYq7vqP8yCkpquQp2eZy6s0f5PWJ_iaL0Bzd5jFfrLWkVhr3gBxgExkE/s400/708147109_7SUcm-L.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402604404649444370" /><div style="text-align: center;">I could have ended here, and I still would be in <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">love</span> with you. But, of course, you came back for more. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Thirteen</span> girls in the van, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">dancing</span> with the Jews on the street, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Thai </span>food, a stop at <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Aldo's<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">(the best gelato)</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">, </span>and my own personal <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">rap </span>on the streets. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAU6im2-laSIha5V_x9Tux6HYtUnN0bDKWWvJNtJBqR6CdkEF7wYwkeeSbyTc8CwjcP995-iTvoSoWLtAyoTBsywRN2OIp7D_cWjjmrZzd7z1lsu_qLT34aXl3YzMdNmZAc-El58O78p0/s400/IMG_0529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402606656486058082" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Left: Brooklynn, Clark, Taylor, Kate, Kali(not shown) Right: Amy E, Adri, roommate Kate, Alli, Anna</span></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEAX1QtkUA9WosjoYjQtop2LmO6s4nGJNn7nIjKE7hqygpNMB99xJ8wt5OlbxgvJQHvUADFWPDkUnsVHaP9eW0ojoqqYrmDro-gVJf12UnuniPGaMS57tlta7b51S-FHMfnRZQ2Wm_3AI/s400/IMG_0530.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402606662414420594" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Left: Amy E, me Right: Brooklynn, Shelley, Amy B, Laur, La</span></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinA_IAyIk7L0lXIYsO6Apl2Uvn4Hi7VEKfii4GBfG-LPo02B40MQtIp1mJtLOJcinMiRwYyRtna6bHkhWBecWYDoagsv-Y1PgCXWWKEoJ7Sam7gCgySS_kglhcaV10e4kN21g5W7UURcM/s400/IMG_0536.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402596579980637890" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0LB2PM11lGdWu6F2RuZqsF4UOvnf1vwo-XMJwXYyr5mEEYpR_6D23IFI-06aZiFcJd_yRFhWJ0uIWCFHUbPF2WUfwK8RgXqbE35LUWJTG4n-qit2NeW7_Sh6aNCczhdvafVdfzfA3zig/s1600-h/IMG_0546.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "></span></span></a><div style="text-align: center; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0LB2PM11lGdWu6F2RuZqsF4UOvnf1vwo-XMJwXYyr5mEEYpR_6D23IFI-06aZiFcJd_yRFhWJ0uIWCFHUbPF2WUfwK8RgXqbE35LUWJTG4n-qit2NeW7_Sh6aNCczhdvafVdfzfA3zig/s1600-h/IMG_0546.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "></span></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0LB2PM11lGdWu6F2RuZqsF4UOvnf1vwo-XMJwXYyr5mEEYpR_6D23IFI-06aZiFcJd_yRFhWJ0uIWCFHUbPF2WUfwK8RgXqbE35LUWJTG4n-qit2NeW7_Sh6aNCczhdvafVdfzfA3zig/s1600-h/IMG_0546.jpg" style="text-decoration: none; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">21</span></span></span></span></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0LB2PM11lGdWu6F2RuZqsF4UOvnf1vwo-XMJwXYyr5mEEYpR_6D23IFI-06aZiFcJd_yRFhWJ0uIWCFHUbPF2WUfwK8RgXqbE35LUWJTG4n-qit2NeW7_Sh6aNCczhdvafVdfzfA3zig/s1600-h/IMG_0546.jpg" style="text-decoration: none; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">, I'm excited to get to know you more. I'm excited for the </span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0LB2PM11lGdWu6F2RuZqsF4UOvnf1vwo-XMJwXYyr5mEEYpR_6D23IFI-06aZiFcJd_yRFhWJ0uIWCFHUbPF2WUfwK8RgXqbE35LUWJTG4n-qit2NeW7_Sh6aNCczhdvafVdfzfA3zig/s1600-h/IMG_0546.jpg" style="text-decoration: none; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">friends</span></span></a></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0LB2PM11lGdWu6F2RuZqsF4UOvnf1vwo-XMJwXYyr5mEEYpR_6D23IFI-06aZiFcJd_yRFhWJ0uIWCFHUbPF2WUfwK8RgXqbE35LUWJTG4n-qit2NeW7_Sh6aNCczhdvafVdfzfA3zig/s1600-h/IMG_0546.jpg" style="text-decoration: none; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">, both old and new, the </span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0LB2PM11lGdWu6F2RuZqsF4UOvnf1vwo-XMJwXYyr5mEEYpR_6D23IFI-06aZiFcJd_yRFhWJ0uIWCFHUbPF2WUfwK8RgXqbE35LUWJTG4n-qit2NeW7_Sh6aNCczhdvafVdfzfA3zig/s1600-h/IMG_0546.jpg" style="text-decoration: none; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">work</span></span></a></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0LB2PM11lGdWu6F2RuZqsF4UOvnf1vwo-XMJwXYyr5mEEYpR_6D23IFI-06aZiFcJd_yRFhWJ0uIWCFHUbPF2WUfwK8RgXqbE35LUWJTG4n-qit2NeW7_Sh6aNCczhdvafVdfzfA3zig/s1600-h/IMG_0546.jpg" style="text-decoration: none; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> I expect you will bring, and to see my </span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0LB2PM11lGdWu6F2RuZqsF4UOvnf1vwo-XMJwXYyr5mEEYpR_6D23IFI-06aZiFcJd_yRFhWJ0uIWCFHUbPF2WUfwK8RgXqbE35LUWJTG4n-qit2NeW7_Sh6aNCczhdvafVdfzfA3zig/s1600-h/IMG_0546.jpg" style="text-decoration: none; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">family</span></span></a></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0LB2PM11lGdWu6F2RuZqsF4UOvnf1vwo-XMJwXYyr5mEEYpR_6D23IFI-06aZiFcJd_yRFhWJ0uIWCFHUbPF2WUfwK8RgXqbE35LUWJTG4n-qit2NeW7_Sh6aNCczhdvafVdfzfA3zig/s1600-h/IMG_0546.jpg" style="text-decoration: none; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> grow</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:10px;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0LB2PM11lGdWu6F2RuZqsF4UOvnf1vwo-XMJwXYyr5mEEYpR_6D23IFI-06aZiFcJd_yRFhWJ0uIWCFHUbPF2WUfwK8RgXqbE35LUWJTG4n-qit2NeW7_Sh6aNCczhdvafVdfzfA3zig/s1600-h/IMG_0546.jpg" style="text-decoration: none; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">(Matt & Vanessa, I'm excited for unknownbaby #2!) </span></span></span></a></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0LB2PM11lGdWu6F2RuZqsF4UOvnf1vwo-XMJwXYyr5mEEYpR_6D23IFI-06aZiFcJd_yRFhWJ0uIWCFHUbPF2WUfwK8RgXqbE35LUWJTG4n-qit2NeW7_Sh6aNCczhdvafVdfzfA3zig/s1600-h/IMG_0546.jpg" style="text-decoration: none; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">I am </span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0LB2PM11lGdWu6F2RuZqsF4UOvnf1vwo-XMJwXYyr5mEEYpR_6D23IFI-06aZiFcJd_yRFhWJ0uIWCFHUbPF2WUfwK8RgXqbE35LUWJTG4n-qit2NeW7_Sh6aNCczhdvafVdfzfA3zig/s1600-h/IMG_0546.jpg" style="text-decoration: none; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">exxxcited</span></span></a></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0LB2PM11lGdWu6F2RuZqsF4UOvnf1vwo-XMJwXYyr5mEEYpR_6D23IFI-06aZiFcJd_yRFhWJ0uIWCFHUbPF2WUfwK8RgXqbE35LUWJTG4n-qit2NeW7_Sh6aNCczhdvafVdfzfA3zig/s1600-h/IMG_0546.jpg" style="text-decoration: none; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> to be in </span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0LB2PM11lGdWu6F2RuZqsF4UOvnf1vwo-XMJwXYyr5mEEYpR_6D23IFI-06aZiFcJd_yRFhWJ0uIWCFHUbPF2WUfwK8RgXqbE35LUWJTG4n-qit2NeW7_Sh6aNCczhdvafVdfzfA3zig/s1600-h/IMG_0546.jpg" style="text-decoration: none; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">love, </span></span></a></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0LB2PM11lGdWu6F2RuZqsF4UOvnf1vwo-XMJwXYyr5mEEYpR_6D23IFI-06aZiFcJd_yRFhWJ0uIWCFHUbPF2WUfwK8RgXqbE35LUWJTG4n-qit2NeW7_Sh6aNCczhdvafVdfzfA3zig/s1600-h/IMG_0546.jpg" style="text-decoration: none; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">and I am excited for the </span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0LB2PM11lGdWu6F2RuZqsF4UOvnf1vwo-XMJwXYyr5mEEYpR_6D23IFI-06aZiFcJd_yRFhWJ0uIWCFHUbPF2WUfwK8RgXqbE35LUWJTG4n-qit2NeW7_Sh6aNCczhdvafVdfzfA3zig/s1600-h/IMG_0546.jpg" style="text-decoration: none; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">unexpected.</span></span></a></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div></div></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9w78Cco2VDD17v8fqzXPHFBa_q3AXVc8882EndWzFD92kd5309OFT7QEVHqzgu3FfVDjK-0fK7w2IU4meCBdgWgHmJ3K0ASfstra63LncrwkPvQD3T-A7OwFKqKKjehyTjmvM6c-vMxk/s1600-h/IMG_0553.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9w78Cco2VDD17v8fqzXPHFBa_q3AXVc8882EndWzFD92kd5309OFT7QEVHqzgu3FfVDjK-0fK7w2IU4meCBdgWgHmJ3K0ASfstra63LncrwkPvQD3T-A7OwFKqKKjehyTjmvM6c-vMxk/s400/IMG_0553.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402596579309949362" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Brady and Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884278481185817129noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2649770319264112775.post-70580315665234799342009-11-01T08:31:00.000-07:002009-11-01T08:35:27.373-07:00Everyone<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiewohT337PNCIdxEOBayNcdpTqI6qonia6-28G7CJZAZxEGoXnLsOnInMYUZXNIevkCBfxLByFibEmMxsx7K0JeYGO9W2OLtPtCwZAfEXppdkbur9g-uUolaLv2qOHzyPQnyXkfqew89Q/s1600-h/IMG_0986.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiewohT337PNCIdxEOBayNcdpTqI6qonia6-28G7CJZAZxEGoXnLsOnInMYUZXNIevkCBfxLByFibEmMxsx7K0JeYGO9W2OLtPtCwZAfEXppdkbur9g-uUolaLv2qOHzyPQnyXkfqew89Q/s400/IMG_0986.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399159143946356274" /></a>Brady and Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884278481185817129noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2649770319264112775.post-29894577352530543072009-10-31T06:26:00.004-06:002009-10-31T06:48:47.338-06:00Trick or Treat!<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUhdH20oY0mYqwqCzedBb0XDCsUVkCP59owzTyfP1MwW5DcJJhRJ_Iovr6hhqBPqJ3yQi93nSIb7fk7HuMPA-VFXxcLivc8rks7R1MjKnbemmxGXywkm7xtakfAE9ZeMPmmZJvzLZacJ0/s1600-h/IMG_0341.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUhdH20oY0mYqwqCzedBb0XDCsUVkCP59owzTyfP1MwW5DcJJhRJ_Iovr6hhqBPqJ3yQi93nSIb7fk7HuMPA-VFXxcLivc8rks7R1MjKnbemmxGXywkm7xtakfAE9ZeMPmmZJvzLZacJ0/s400/IMG_0341.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398742258105887410" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Last night we had a Halloween party in the center, because today is the sabbath for us. My roommates and I dressed up as Fudge Pillows. Don't know what Fudge Pillows are? That's because Fudge Pillow is the name we gave to the cereal in the center. But that's what we were. We had to be creative with lack or resources. Not everyone had arrived for the picture, but here you can see Brother Brown, a rubix cube, a prayer rug, swine flu, ninjas, and other obscurely random costumes, that most people would never think to be. After this picture also came the Dome of the Rock and the falafel, with the falafel balls, lettuce, tomato, and pita. Creativity doesn't get much better than this. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3kzStLhMYoPq0B01dUtRg6h-SoEJd_aSs79pwaMkQ5MzstqIsX2rrngGwd2CDgEFIdeeLSpyFJNZ8LPJ6YII455UXjeK_jt5B6ezNSW6LpDQJDfI8imwHjqzZhXtH4wNQNbsrxDaK144/s320/IMG_0347.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398744626468935410" /><div style="text-align: center;">Amy and Taylor were the center cats, so they wanted to drink some of the milk in our cereal<br /></div>Brady and Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884278481185817129noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2649770319264112775.post-67428617398800805842009-10-31T01:01:00.015-06:002009-10-31T10:56:48.533-06:00Warning: This is long...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyCmmom14S1eJnNdL05bZHwcWtNSXENJsdrgZfvvY4mDZHkx2vfWzcVv5xxY6KcOFCQtQkWiIWvGs_CLrGU6JLNGC6s5P64iAFIjub9ijLcDvivVDM3yrgueQNRE2m9-70in5Ref4O1FU/s1600-h/IMG_0110.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyCmmom14S1eJnNdL05bZHwcWtNSXENJsdrgZfvvY4mDZHkx2vfWzcVv5xxY6KcOFCQtQkWiIWvGs_CLrGU6JLNGC6s5P64iAFIjub9ijLcDvivVDM3yrgueQNRE2m9-70in5Ref4O1FU/s200/IMG_0110.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398664949182947778" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;">This week we went to Jordan! I got my fanny, my water-bottle carrier (and of course did the "bottle waddle"), and my headset. All of which, if I didn't have, I would be nothing. These are my new favorite possessions in life. We started off at Mt. Nebo, went to see mosaics in Madaba, and finished our day at the Shobak Castle. At night we stayed just outside of Petra and we practiced our Arabian dancing in the streets with the local men from the village. We were walking, when all of a sudden we heard music coming from an alley, and some of our group down there dancing. This was an opportunity we couldn't miss. Last week we were taught how to do their dancing, so we had to show them what we could do. SO funny.<br /></div><img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH7RqCZOaDqd5P_CQX5YvFIFCxkg5gIZ40I8fHFQXIrJ50ZVxkw6b0kV1_PMRihOdMGxHEcsIGC0UiaWEfdj39Y2o_go9gda0YWg_b5qlVGO82iVTXbeXpB0RZ8fOLD0Ydi9jWuC1B1W4/s320/IMG_0141.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398664232554549106" /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgok6OsfalryUKu8YGcu38GuxZ36_YhTIhRJJgAeQKkQXPPUJx91yLqBditHVrDhpKMbx2COIU91Ip0votV9SCkISKmd4mpjXFtZ6Wk9tdoSSO5C4QosUr4Z8vV7k8GqVzV47SxTNpqqU/s1600-h/IMG_0154.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgok6OsfalryUKu8YGcu38GuxZ36_YhTIhRJJgAeQKkQXPPUJx91yLqBditHVrDhpKMbx2COIU91Ip0votV9SCkISKmd4mpjXFtZ6Wk9tdoSSO5C4QosUr4Z8vV7k8GqVzV47SxTNpqqU/s200/IMG_0154.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398664059530995426" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Tuesday morning we walked into Petra. The walk in was like walking through the Grand Canyon, then all of a sudden the canyon opened up and this is what I saw...</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGBAxKlZSFb9B4v8KHGeUHkqQmrWfwjfYvj5dUYsZA2AiowE7vKZVjsAaIPrTUW3mXhBXlOita1-jrP8MjoPHh9nwb9CDo5BJDhVwITDF6WzJr4iHCkUJ7K4YjtZRioujz7TZpalFdK1A/s320/IMG_0173.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398660891586753186" /><div style="text-align: center;">It was amazing to see all these structures built into the rock! And they built them from the top down, so the planning that must have gone into it is amazing! Along the roads were little kids trying to sell rocks, necklaces, postcards, etc. You'd feel bad for a minute, but then look off on the side of the road and see their parents sitting under the shade. This took away my desire to buy something from them, but it did make me want to steal the child away. He was my favorite...</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVO3ePqVGcgLikkPTJbKxddtlOhkEGfdmIj7QsxOG1tYciDcnAUacn0IRNSGBMwr6EOPq33Ss460GhWHsiXXHShUdYwalms8xbYAPV9pzb5f2s1EBzivgCM18YkxVIhxhYj1rVpqPG-hs/s200/IMG_0211.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398663123339169170" /><div style="text-align: center;">me, Amy, La, Adri, Laur, Kate, Alli, Kate</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7Qbq6oInBA1tuE_JUkCK33DUePf204PP3fezQA0PbC7g2G6UeCnBLakj-RlHpxd8555Mc0VjAg5X8byMQ2Ct-GFRfsk0dsJt1wL-pSUHd01chbWfsYn8jtINF9ZwapZLM9zT3PE3vmV8/s320/IMG_0239.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398663359972400130" /><div style="text-align: center;">After Petra we got in the bus and drove to Amman, Jordan. It was a bigger city, and felt a lot more clean than anywhere we have been, yet. Except for our hotel. Kelsey found a cockroach in our shower, and the room felt like a cabin-room in a train. But the city was nice! The next morning we went to Jerash, which has ancient Roman ruins that are better preserved than those in Rome. Who would have guessed. Better Roman ruins in Jordan than in Rome? Obviously they were different, and not as many, but still very cool. On our way there, our bus broke down, and so all 97 of us had to cram onto one bus. We were imagining the headlines..."Bus crashes in Amman, 97 killed..." </div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcRLuFoABbsIwLpNjwOtuefQbnqgIhucUiOYs_RigSPZ-fSl92Q7jN2P9XFUKUJQ5US2d4peXreuiO5QAEldIJhuqGamhNu7UEPLSZWsrb93sjWM32wlEl3HexJ7GFcl-QeVGXU-jcPTo/s200/IMG_0245.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398662786561016658" /><div style="text-align: center;">But we made it!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8RvEGrhuz_qPUOvgnlWlGxqhPOCH4rmdDkveXJkDS6RbzAjYMvyApV5NV1ZggcWnW3ETRLVfIlBVLA9uo3b9aCBChtxKrkKcGg-TV9rfBqGbuhxGNcY0DiHDecPvc0OuEs1JvBI_oGpY/s1600-h/IMG_0258.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8RvEGrhuz_qPUOvgnlWlGxqhPOCH4rmdDkveXJkDS6RbzAjYMvyApV5NV1ZggcWnW3ETRLVfIlBVLA9uo3b9aCBChtxKrkKcGg-TV9rfBqGbuhxGNcY0DiHDecPvc0OuEs1JvBI_oGpY/s320/IMG_0258.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398660881156055746" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4lYWAMApSsgmsrrEXMmxmZ369GnbTMJ0a6oGmR6dPZ_ioqYSEMUdvSn38qPFq4Ep9fTk3HMX-MiRRZ38iPgANSrZjMmByyTdvkkm42quj3YWHQ-df_i7jJcFG0daVr3Y0iRCth4lZ3RE/s1600-h/IMG_0272.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /></span><img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4lYWAMApSsgmsrrEXMmxmZ369GnbTMJ0a6oGmR6dPZ_ioqYSEMUdvSn38qPFq4Ep9fTk3HMX-MiRRZ38iPgANSrZjMmByyTdvkkm42quj3YWHQ-df_i7jJcFG0daVr3Y0iRCth4lZ3RE/s200/IMG_0272.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398659883182175218" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">At Jerash, they did a show for us, but it didn't seem worth $10 to some of us. So we pretended like we were the peasants and went to the edge of the stadium and watched it from there. We saw all we needed to see, especially this chariot race! The coolest part of the show.<br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlnL5OztudJr-OjWEVcyCBCOIRzsXu4GC980Uub04Bd8ijqDZ3pZ-Kif0KQ0FAB0yp3EH2Xg_gm5NWq8BHXraA08ODjDtHI-Vv4HZA0Ui1DUcKlWMeUnq8b6o6riMnilX6KBsmw1RIO34/s320/IMG_0284.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398660875863047330" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">That night we went to the Royal Automobile Museum. I was just going a long to get out and explore, but it really was interesting and fascinating to see the different cars the royal family here has had since the early 1900's. There was even a car that drove on water! And randomly, while we were there, I saw Heather Sanders!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5Q3TVytYKMvVKmx3m1h2hWWveiQSA8vdQAVwVgH0KzfVhsY56WRDatYxQwQysC0b8ClJeRlNUDt5HkvtPxj13e-TIzwjN5URLIACKxh8MScSK3DnzUuGvo-gpQusYqm3zpt_HsMJjihg/s1600-h/IMG_0306.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5Q3TVytYKMvVKmx3m1h2hWWveiQSA8vdQAVwVgH0KzfVhsY56WRDatYxQwQysC0b8ClJeRlNUDt5HkvtPxj13e-TIzwjN5URLIACKxh8MScSK3DnzUuGvo-gpQusYqm3zpt_HsMJjihg/s200/IMG_0306.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398658551880394290" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">On our last day, we went to a mosque and then the Citadel Overlook. Not only could you see the royal palace, set within the poor neighborhood of Amman, and the world's largest flag pole, but there were ancient ruins, columns, and a museum with pottery from different ages and some of the Dead Sea Scrolls. </div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxDQo_yU0L6FhfBxo362W3nBiRTvkorladm3H8TU0Ie87KNLgh4OyfMu3s3MOcfF5l7lzRspIg9yNMkgyFFZ2oDR5eB-ZMKWzmSgA7tSOex35Oe6lSLzwHZs-0DxqCWteePsleFc2bkeo/s320/IMG_0324.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398658064834162594" /><div style="text-align: center;">When we were at the overlook, an older man was sitting out on a little ledge. He was probably in his sixties, and was just looking over the edge. Another Jordanian couple were sitting out on the ledge also, celebrating the guy's birthday, with presents, candles, and food brought by his wife. We all sat on the railings, as pictured below, which turned out to be a good thing. The older man got up to come back, when he lost his balance and fell. Like a rag doll, he fell down at least 20 feet of rocks, and then landed out of sight. It was a heart-stopping moment. Without telling of the detail of what I saw, he survived, but with a broken clavicle, many broken fingers, bruised ribs, and his ear was almost completely ripped off. No one wanted to break any rules after seeing this. </div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzMQOzql_njTNeFpeKjlIJGlxCr8ztf1HnuUEQMDqyLA1DJNUqb2kaI4en2xrAad4naOGuVdxDrDRAd8WJJfiCUhOiG7miUXlYlxKslFEP712zgjcOoQKOVgTTBiUDjHnvRumyveCvvW8/s200/IMG_0325.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398658550967850370" /><div style="text-align: center;">But the trip still ended on a good note as we went to the Jordan River. It even started to lightly rain as we were there, and 3 men striped down in their speedos and decided to get in this disgustingly polluted river. Yes, it has a lot of importance, obviously, but so does life. I did put my feet in, but made sure they were cleaned after!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkKTbq3Ha5ZVpYLoi7MNeLSFnUrgkSxwhHzx2TUOT7tCWjbAt-V6OKhDG5W_4gVQoqv3YhWXoip-aKlNPLKsE5wx_bnTyX29T1zdTkDpYkr3LUInWsF868PAb_e5153UCiR2k6BoIWm7Q/s1600-h/IMG_0335.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkKTbq3Ha5ZVpYLoi7MNeLSFnUrgkSxwhHzx2TUOT7tCWjbAt-V6OKhDG5W_4gVQoqv3YhWXoip-aKlNPLKsE5wx_bnTyX29T1zdTkDpYkr3LUInWsF868PAb_e5153UCiR2k6BoIWm7Q/s320/IMG_0335.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398658060314395922" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">It felt good to come back home! Especially to Sister Whipple greeting us and rain!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><img src="webkit-fake-url://01EB1A9D-B2F5-4730-9225-2834ADBBAE72/Rain.jpg" alt="Rain.jpg" /></p></div></div></div>Brady and Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884278481185817129noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2649770319264112775.post-179701075592864872009-10-24T14:36:00.002-06:002009-10-24T15:15:15.267-06:00A Day to Always RememberThis morning in sacrament meeting, President Okiishi stated that, "Today will be a day you will always remember." I thought about it, thinking that of course I want to remember today, I want to remember everyday. But his words were profound.<br />Today is the halfway mark for my time her in Jerusalem, and I feel an overwhelming amount of gratitude for my experiences here so far, and the people I am with. Elder Holland arrived at the BYU Jerusalem Center, the same building he helped create, in the early afternoon, as we were finishing church. He ate dinner in our ordinary Oasis, but they went all out for him tonight. We had turkey with cranberry sauce, and actual chocolate ice-cream. This is big. Usually it is chicken cooked with Palestinian herbs, or fish with the skin still on it, and every desert tastes like egg nog. But today we had turkey with cranberry sauce. I instructed Sister Holland on the tricks of the salad, and welcomed both her and Elder Holland as we moved through the line. And yes, of course Dad, I asked him about your tennis match, which he said he won! <br />I sat on the third row in the auditorium, directly in front of the podium, waiting to hear the voice of an apostle speak to us. I looked at the stage and was struck by the presence of those in front of me. Not only the presence of Elder & Sister Holland and Elder & Sister Porter, but also the everyday presence of Brother and Sister Brown.<br />The Porters bore their testimony, then Sister Holland, and Elder Holland was to speak next. As Sister Holland went to sit down, Elder Holland waited for her, looked into her eyes, grabbed her hand, and kissed it quickly, but with affection, as she sat down. <br />He began by forcefully reminding us students of our privilege and obligation we have for being here. He stated that if we go home the same as we came, he will be ashamed and disappointed. That this experience is of such great worth that it should change our lives <span style="font-style: italic;">forever</span>. He then continued to talk about the Nephites begging Christ to <span style="font-style: italic;">stay a little longer</span> in 3 Nephi 17, and that with Christ, <span style="font-style: italic;">mercy trumps justice</span>. His talk was unbelievable, and so powerful. I sat watching him talk about the most important site of the Old Testament being the Mercy Seat in the Ark of the Covenant, which resided in Jerusalem, and gratitude doesn't begin to describe what I felt. And as he talked, Jerusalem lit up behind him. <br />Later a group of us met on my balcony to read each Gospel's description of the Atonement, and then read through what Elder Holland taught in 3rd Nephi 11-17. I know, not a typical activity for me to sit and do on a Saturday night. Technically, Saturday is the sabbath here, but still. <br />The gratitude I feel for being here is unbelievable, and I feel like I am not appreciative of it unless I express it. It's not every study abroad where an apostle of the Lord comes and speaks with you, hugs you, and stays in the apartment right above you. I feel like I am having an experience that is fully changing my life forever, and today helped me remember that. Everyone always notices how people come back from Jerusalem a little bit quirky... or kind of obsessed with the other people they were with... but I understand why. This is a life changing experience. One that will bless my life forever. So I feel like I need to yell it! Today is a day to <span style="font-style: italic;">always</span> remember.<span style="font-style: italic;"></span>Brady and Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884278481185817129noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2649770319264112775.post-83157650612846702522009-10-22T16:28:00.002-06:002009-10-22T16:35:58.220-06:00Diet Coke and Mentos...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"></span></span><blockquote style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A Diet Coke and Mentos eruption...is a reaction of Diet Coke and mint Mentos candies...</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Dropping some Mentos into the bottle, usually around four, causes the Diet Coke to foam at a rapid rate and spew into the air. Mint-flavored Mentos are used, as fruit-flavored Mentos have a smooth coating which slows the reaction... - Wikipedia, "Diet Coke and Mentos Eruption"</span></span></span></blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"></span></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; line-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Tonight I ate fruit Mentos and Diet Coke, while studying. Uh oh.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; "></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; line-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; "> <img src="webkit-fake-url://80F153E8-6A6C-4D20-B86E-36765AF038F5/File-Diet_Coke_Mentos.jpg" alt="File-Diet_Coke_Mentos.jpg" /></span></span></span></div>Brady and Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884278481185817129noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2649770319264112775.post-85001343562378388492009-10-22T07:03:00.005-06:002009-10-22T07:41:51.850-06:00Since my last blog...<div style="text-align: center;">I have been to a monastery...</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYUTpY-DSm5CURlTiZ_g9pOEsdcQQtzW9HRNiU-yEZ_SZWeGKpNyyWSw6yasMyU-FK3bkGQBqFF4plXrR9WkSAz0HsvC2PTy6tEY9XouRHqKyynPnEMmN6u8tx4vSm6Vyk5nows1B48Hw/s1600-h/IMG_1530_2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYUTpY-DSm5CURlTiZ_g9pOEsdcQQtzW9HRNiU-yEZ_SZWeGKpNyyWSw6yasMyU-FK3bkGQBqFF4plXrR9WkSAz0HsvC2PTy6tEY9XouRHqKyynPnEMmN6u8tx4vSm6Vyk5nows1B48Hw/s200/IMG_1530_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395416393002795314" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I have been to the lowest city on earth...</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6tYpOO6yNmaxjn97_jAKrBgGX_8JdW6Z7o-lV8IsUDODdSmbzApuh3q-pxwAqaRCcb7mOqWt37RkleBUIhMvieiR922Iti8wkxT7OJeYcpJyOdmj-nPQlG0oRycS_sVeuOuCvx4WpmQc/s1600-h/IMG_1547_2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6tYpOO6yNmaxjn97_jAKrBgGX_8JdW6Z7o-lV8IsUDODdSmbzApuh3q-pxwAqaRCcb7mOqWt37RkleBUIhMvieiR922Iti8wkxT7OJeYcpJyOdmj-nPQlG0oRycS_sVeuOuCvx4WpmQc/s200/IMG_1547_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395416166178720546" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Got gelato at the most delicious place on Ben Yahuda street. We felt like this little girl...</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCTUpF3c1YuIikYPTSKPhEGDGkcofN8LR8O7YDONSqfJ5QALPNAcG-aDVO0Um_WOuWYR-LIPNfqT6ifVPRtSw2WxY7tUvIAyT78vvUYZI7YWU3Xu_UmRcuYSQjqq3bNSRp72P5Ucuy7g4/s1600-h/IMG_1553.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCTUpF3c1YuIikYPTSKPhEGDGkcofN8LR8O7YDONSqfJ5QALPNAcG-aDVO0Um_WOuWYR-LIPNfqT6ifVPRtSw2WxY7tUvIAyT78vvUYZI7YWU3Xu_UmRcuYSQjqq3bNSRp72P5Ucuy7g4/s200/IMG_1553.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395416161181131538" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Explored the city with the girls...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Allison, La, Shelley, Brooklynn, Amy B, Amy E, La</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj991faNdjCpg20bmz8fVM70TixugIu3JECkwwH9W9PD-fnpn4j-by7Xtt8sHovyISAp_6GO2DaQifNPvqE5EqbOWV_NpDHXbL4j4LAzlMufLtpF7G___XA4P7eheetd6pXJFojsPw-AkE/s1600-h/IMG_9909.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj991faNdjCpg20bmz8fVM70TixugIu3JECkwwH9W9PD-fnpn4j-by7Xtt8sHovyISAp_6GO2DaQifNPvqE5EqbOWV_NpDHXbL4j4LAzlMufLtpF7G___XA4P7eheetd6pXJFojsPw-AkE/s200/IMG_9909.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395416155224461746" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Walked through underground tunnels...</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_jQRPsEHl7RmWslRZqzgfJMWfjIoYYMFbRTSBjIY0xm8OAVLxQs11O6UGnQFlmH1TChZ8EcmakEm-Xr4dIU7we6MOKNDr7_BTt43irQGY0GoWthRnTPTt15ISmPrmyuDm0yUmUqOqBLA/s1600-h/IMG_1585.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_jQRPsEHl7RmWslRZqzgfJMWfjIoYYMFbRTSBjIY0xm8OAVLxQs11O6UGnQFlmH1TChZ8EcmakEm-Xr4dIU7we6MOKNDr7_BTt43irQGY0GoWthRnTPTt15ISmPrmyuDm0yUmUqOqBLA/s200/IMG_1585.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395416157202237234" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Experienced Matisyahu...</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEida5XH1lJe04XvIcPpUTACYEyXmfNw8ijW4R2M8T2nf0oVA5Tr1nvKztn0HyisgE0ImtzgZiae7kHzn0RdYY5qsvoMa7xFAmNAcDJwH5S0Qf4kROHrWVqjo6Wptrjl0IUKzeZNY0GVwPo/s1600-h/IMG_1616.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEida5XH1lJe04XvIcPpUTACYEyXmfNw8ijW4R2M8T2nf0oVA5Tr1nvKztn0HyisgE0ImtzgZiae7kHzn0RdYY5qsvoMa7xFAmNAcDJwH5S0Qf4kROHrWVqjo6Wptrjl0IUKzeZNY0GVwPo/s200/IMG_1616.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395416153051423570" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">IN Jerusalem...</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh0Xvhus-z_STw8s27hJo8wpeEvYZ2ItB7U-TT5G7hyphenhyphenrt1SH1Gi26tX8oiEJM1J0Pi9VG_j2LID-hkVbThtYtvSA-wUJlXSVSbQwihQC1uDiJHGqnfMiQPevJ-uY4AVfyYpcvBg7RoPDU/s1600-h/IMG_1697.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh0Xvhus-z_STw8s27hJo8wpeEvYZ2ItB7U-TT5G7hyphenhyphenrt1SH1Gi26tX8oiEJM1J0Pi9VG_j2LID-hkVbThtYtvSA-wUJlXSVSbQwihQC1uDiJHGqnfMiQPevJ-uY4AVfyYpcvBg7RoPDU/s200/IMG_1697.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395415235913967714" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Had a beach day, ending the greatest way possible, at La La Land for dinner...</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikS6K7a3TzNgd_SkCUktr014zKE9Qz1ARhca4Ns8z2LONTnqIWTixeVhUQaoSisLZ5-__d501ttbKMTGVQ0du2WMhVJbCezyj62jbspZEPHFHSdmP1nN_vkQauGHgII-gTSr8HEay1y2E/s1600-h/IMG_1771.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikS6K7a3TzNgd_SkCUktr014zKE9Qz1ARhca4Ns8z2LONTnqIWTixeVhUQaoSisLZ5-__d501ttbKMTGVQ0du2WMhVJbCezyj62jbspZEPHFHSdmP1nN_vkQauGHgII-gTSr8HEay1y2E/s200/IMG_1771.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395415237697082306" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Herded goats & sheep...</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAMj_H9YTfYkOtB__XOeXobkbZojaN4aa4C3CRTJAU0NUN0AItiqiYlI2oxgG4xvCYi0yTPJi8n2AKunKjGWtaFI3RTB9iwGtoN6imsC3zoXUo-ix8apMXjK1f3EOJY93SQGxapJLRhPU/s1600-h/IMG_1802.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAMj_H9YTfYkOtB__XOeXobkbZojaN4aa4C3CRTJAU0NUN0AItiqiYlI2oxgG4xvCYi0yTPJi8n2AKunKjGWtaFI3RTB9iwGtoN6imsC3zoXUo-ix8apMXjK1f3EOJY93SQGxapJLRhPU/s200/IMG_1802.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395415234298531714" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Listened to this man read the Torah...</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaSyPQV8xNMyWWUQ2BRPMUVTKHE4D1cs-XrIPCKGOUaVfH5I-SINShZgqibAqvXhHMd6leYX2kmP0FHGxdvNJw3Zsla4pAbSDrsXJb5mrZYlby_IghSMKDxXliRMVT2QPmZ6_GjMsOsv4/s1600-h/IMG_1827.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaSyPQV8xNMyWWUQ2BRPMUVTKHE4D1cs-XrIPCKGOUaVfH5I-SINShZgqibAqvXhHMd6leYX2kmP0FHGxdvNJw3Zsla4pAbSDrsXJb5mrZYlby_IghSMKDxXliRMVT2QPmZ6_GjMsOsv4/s200/IMG_1827.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395415227440357266" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Had unplanned perfect moments...</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfBFWecMr4mJcKgJj0Plz3BdjoFMIfjd-MjLYtzd6HpeXiWcsmzhp475Ez1NXvHWQ6q7jRRU0r_LmAwf204I_MYXpFokDpu5aqNaEB8ZpYSN_p_Oa3jqGRyYrylHP4iWLU4aSaaM37xxg/s1600-h/IMG_1835.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfBFWecMr4mJcKgJj0Plz3BdjoFMIfjd-MjLYtzd6HpeXiWcsmzhp475Ez1NXvHWQ6q7jRRU0r_LmAwf204I_MYXpFokDpu5aqNaEB8ZpYSN_p_Oa3jqGRyYrylHP4iWLU4aSaaM37xxg/s200/IMG_1835.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395415222992773842" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;">Laughed hysterically...<br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_fZAICp9P_bgykf69xN9kVyBEaBcHLji-5Y5D8B7IY9UPIfj4vUdz14Z6hrbTmlxy4ROCNYuq5FLJCbHh0MFjWpOXNICOifB12_HlKSh2aRFV1TOuKNetbpbyp53y2hY2gRFgL2mvM3k/s200/IMG_0608.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395411444310421218" /><div style="text-align: center;">Had our bus searched...</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNO7IeGqM-2iE4neJA9eLJVaJ1hNfp0nOe3MTDVXeqKel-fRdZw9Zd0x2zr1gMIp2fceDLFAGG8xK7-JNKO_yJj20j0DTG9OgpohoMuhnUW32AHyxRuQhf0CNj3k7PQF5CLLrB3u92fBQ/s1600-h/IMG_1859.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNO7IeGqM-2iE4neJA9eLJVaJ1hNfp0nOe3MTDVXeqKel-fRdZw9Zd0x2zr1gMIp2fceDLFAGG8xK7-JNKO_yJj20j0DTG9OgpohoMuhnUW32AHyxRuQhf0CNj3k7PQF5CLLrB3u92fBQ/s200/IMG_1859.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395411442890462754" /></a></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Laughed even harder...</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimdLxWMMoQ8EkEklfTB6l1oEOh7Vbl13x1F5nJdGKZq52su8v-UYcF1SkntBWk7OjZTzsZ4jZC7iEovhlza_18YeJusFsURG9Fw_D2s4_nHrL_QVrPcNEoaV8yJ-PK5iNA4ccoTy_yvkU/s1600-h/IMG_1865.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimdLxWMMoQ8EkEklfTB6l1oEOh7Vbl13x1F5nJdGKZq52su8v-UYcF1SkntBWk7OjZTzsZ4jZC7iEovhlza_18YeJusFsURG9Fw_D2s4_nHrL_QVrPcNEoaV8yJ-PK5iNA4ccoTy_yvkU/s200/IMG_1865.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395411441426832578" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Crushed olives and made oil...</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBGjzo6Ece5LZpjzEW83hPtCWalNJFrCKo-cGcQkoeuTGvAco-rdNpFdaGsf1QHdtzvlYU1ZO7WS_7X5dldvwrOKfrjwwvJ1webdnUFOrBDoUfyNIvVAeZY_8J07CI354Sd2K18xHc-fk/s1600-h/IMG_1891.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBGjzo6Ece5LZpjzEW83hPtCWalNJFrCKo-cGcQkoeuTGvAco-rdNpFdaGsf1QHdtzvlYU1ZO7WS_7X5dldvwrOKfrjwwvJ1webdnUFOrBDoUfyNIvVAeZY_8J07CI354Sd2K18xHc-fk/s200/IMG_1891.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395411442665798754" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">And had quality roommate bonding. </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhdgXXF_ftYB8blOkmD1apaZp8bfJIFZvcETPbT0DkvlONU_3CK3S2u03PdchYUibTo1jHqS-2y8FVULK8LkL3Qs9f6ga1nXOdfzfT2sBfnO_z4HzNqhbhbTaJzQEhHLqezccV0EpnYlY/s1600-h/IMG_1914.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhdgXXF_ftYB8blOkmD1apaZp8bfJIFZvcETPbT0DkvlONU_3CK3S2u03PdchYUibTo1jHqS-2y8FVULK8LkL3Qs9f6ga1nXOdfzfT2sBfnO_z4HzNqhbhbTaJzQEhHLqezccV0EpnYlY/s200/IMG_1914.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395411435064003026" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Just in case you were wondering.</div></div>Brady and Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884278481185817129noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2649770319264112775.post-81270173928285817662009-10-08T15:45:00.009-06:002009-10-09T08:56:31.576-06:00Best I Ever HadWell it's an uneventful night at the BYU Jerusalem Center tonight. At least for now. I have some time to spare, so I thought I would do my end of summer post. Yes, I know summer ended more than a month ago, and fall is fully there for everyone in Utah. But here in Jerusalem, it is still in the 80's, and I don't think I've wanted to say goodbye to summer quite yet. It was after all, one of the best summers thus far. Whiffle ball on Sunday nights, Greenhouse Effect at 1 am, boating, tennis, early morning runs, JCC, Creamies, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic">The Bachelorette</span>, diet coke, "white lips", Newport Beach, 4th of July fireworks, The Fray, Jackson Lake, milk duds, Bear Lake, family, and love. Who would want to say goodbye? But just because we say goodbye, doesn't mean it's the end. Just new beginnings. So Summer 2009, "you da best I eva had."<br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMxrjiH0Yxk51qUGAhIVhEtE5g1vnr77P83NLhWNaxnZSXTlTEJnH96qnN0Qafj60qGdscdMQ-qnRWUPuptbQmfxxBdO7pW2j47YA2sLIpDFg5EW-u-LNpXOYiromIEYpHlC_ugrGhOsE/s1600-h/IMG_0542.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390351363953476210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMxrjiH0Yxk51qUGAhIVhEtE5g1vnr77P83NLhWNaxnZSXTlTEJnH96qnN0Qafj60qGdscdMQ-qnRWUPuptbQmfxxBdO7pW2j47YA2sLIpDFg5EW-u-LNpXOYiromIEYpHlC_ugrGhOsE/s200/IMG_0542.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">I hated saying goodbye to these girls, and all others. You guys made summer the best, and I love you all! </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgduklvgAFtjWohXfhrz6rSWOENZLRjgl9gvIP2qQubYosXWXvhProB91GGhlTFvMrPPPBvHvPv_9Ri2T7zepGpGR834VCeXKCXJ3QT7Wi0ML1e-12kjTrteMCuoH_oWXEAmoS-ZpYaiFk/s1600-h/IMG_0587.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390351359746311058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgduklvgAFtjWohXfhrz6rSWOENZLRjgl9gvIP2qQubYosXWXvhProB91GGhlTFvMrPPPBvHvPv_9Ri2T7zepGpGR834VCeXKCXJ3QT7Wi0ML1e-12kjTrteMCuoH_oWXEAmoS-ZpYaiFk/s200/IMG_0587.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">It was so fun having Mark and Ash back this summer! Brady and I loved hanging out with you guys, even when our boating adventures were way too cold to handle!</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2OZgiJ5xXfqiPeZa2eOi8By8K74cFyyfKNR3pmdPVb8H9FUVnOkdSlbkNNEDgek2B5qJJ_1c3TJQht26YdllWsQw7zRFfxR8O9a8vjbPoXpitLX-clxVbAeeexxAuV-jRLj4yCbbFcw4/s1600-h/IMG_0590.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390351348924851330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2OZgiJ5xXfqiPeZa2eOi8By8K74cFyyfKNR3pmdPVb8H9FUVnOkdSlbkNNEDgek2B5qJJ_1c3TJQht26YdllWsQw7zRFfxR8O9a8vjbPoXpitLX-clxVbAeeexxAuV-jRLj4yCbbFcw4/s200/IMG_0590.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">I miss this boy.</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRYk2QDOOboC7GMOIwP9Bj1azNIaCiHvUBM0wO7tPZ3wNjVyvFBPpG4wKxu9xLAE4g37n4IVavNAaA7znPG5kNCXsqSNZMI2e31pDgipSGanRZNX-PNn1g-DlSNZxysA_LQ0_2RJjFK2c/s1600-h/IMG_0597.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390351345414952514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRYk2QDOOboC7GMOIwP9Bj1azNIaCiHvUBM0wO7tPZ3wNjVyvFBPpG4wKxu9xLAE4g37n4IVavNAaA7znPG5kNCXsqSNZMI2e31pDgipSGanRZNX-PNn1g-DlSNZxysA_LQ0_2RJjFK2c/s200/IMG_0597.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">Lily Jules Richards!!! The first little girl in the Richards family was born on August 19. I'm so happy for my sis and her family! </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3ozLzG_cTET19L0Mif5HFSQ2y57_3h7CBBH9qGdNBnDxwLGfFiSAp3byF7bIyDHNOyyWIoyC_OL4KbgEfszD_oNVYfpsKZpY6Sk2cT2jvafD-gqw5vCL96hQ2VQ8BWiYmMCHqliYY8F8/s1600-h/IMG_0685.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390350129123430626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3ozLzG_cTET19L0Mif5HFSQ2y57_3h7CBBH9qGdNBnDxwLGfFiSAp3byF7bIyDHNOyyWIoyC_OL4KbgEfszD_oNVYfpsKZpY6Sk2cT2jvafD-gqw5vCL96hQ2VQ8BWiYmMCHqliYY8F8/s200/IMG_0685.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">Brady took me up to Bear Lake with his family the week before I left, and it was the perfect ending to a perfect summer. Especially notice the unwashed hair, going on 6 days. He's mastered it.</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM5zoDzMwvIDcrfUaYoSxPMkjRoaXAp0ETvYRGnG2HlnFRbvLpahdXnyaJc_jf39UEude9icg9unLcnsi590rjCS2JxOKdjlckSm_sH7a7uPuY67hk3kbTXZVC1GhKkdsHhTckYsX60pA/s1600-h/IMG_0688.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390350121877837218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM5zoDzMwvIDcrfUaYoSxPMkjRoaXAp0ETvYRGnG2HlnFRbvLpahdXnyaJc_jf39UEude9icg9unLcnsi590rjCS2JxOKdjlckSm_sH7a7uPuY67hk3kbTXZVC1GhKkdsHhTckYsX60pA/s200/IMG_0688.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">We came home Sunday morning, and I had a goodbye dinner Sunday night. The whole family was there, and I loved it. There is nothing like my whole family being all together. It was Brady's first experience with <span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic">everyone</span>, and I'm sure it was quite the experience. I love all of you. I feel so lucky to have been surrounded by you all right before I left</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">! I think of you all as my best friends and I miss you all like crazy!</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqXiT6-Xy3kefBOjwm7T49e_xA4hIgexbt2_7CGTn0BBy2TzLagPfyCFBojvfjWvmcodd-8RTvZB_aHTYhHXJX60z5thrOEPFJNIh5fISpBOSIy1cg_qOiN-UV5GPKK1aDxzNjEaLOHYo/s1600-h/IMG_0691.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390350118228424370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqXiT6-Xy3kefBOjwm7T49e_xA4hIgexbt2_7CGTn0BBy2TzLagPfyCFBojvfjWvmcodd-8RTvZB_aHTYhHXJX60z5thrOEPFJNIh5fISpBOSIy1cg_qOiN-UV5GPKK1aDxzNjEaLOHYo/s200/IMG_0691.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)">Lily Jules!</span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimCyh1StGDdWqZp9xT2kuGePBFJkPHfmzsY8cLqpheMpAjcEU_u8H2pBM57_s6SG9CpovZkjpvBugaWH9rm1g1Mmiv1urMAOza6QTxOVrfTb7IEJPdwJ-EVFHnTAieT5bOPTcHtuV39rA/s1600-h/IMG_0692.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390350111343290098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimCyh1StGDdWqZp9xT2kuGePBFJkPHfmzsY8cLqpheMpAjcEU_u8H2pBM57_s6SG9CpovZkjpvBugaWH9rm1g1Mmiv1urMAOza6QTxOVrfTb7IEJPdwJ-EVFHnTAieT5bOPTcHtuV39rA/s200/IMG_0692.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">A typical day for me at home is talking to my sisters and my mom. This has been a hard change for me! You guys are my best friends, and I love you so much!</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390373361722044722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnzLvieImIzB6kxtB85TsR7_xiY7bLEECZiap16uhA28gk6DxXd24Q-F1UFCaxNtf3u5PoDsLaoBkoddrCLf_mlJ5XxsOxNkNY72pY2tCkIkHnbV6T6SFDPt68KtNfe31ovDwpJNJsUrM/s320/IMG_0697.jpg" border="0" /> <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,102)">Happiness</span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left">So now I embrace fall. Yes, the only leaves I see are the crisp dark green leaves that have fallen on my porch. But that porch looks out over Jerusalem, so this fall, I think I will survive without the oranges, reds, browns, yellows, and many other mixtures of colors. But just this once. I miss fall in Utah, and I miss all of you! But<span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"> <span style="color:#9999ff;">I'M IN JERUSALEM!!! </span></span>I'm grateful everyday, and I feel like I'm dreaming. </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left">My first weeks here, I felt so awkward walking through the city. I didn't know where I was going, I was looking around constantly, it was <span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic">hot</span>, and I felt lost. Yesterday we got out of the cab and started walking. We continued our conversation, casually and with no pauses for directions. Naturally, we got to where we were going. It's amazing that I am starting to feel at home in Jerusalem. I'm in love with this city.</div>Brady and Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884278481185817129noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2649770319264112775.post-68325076120695386802009-10-07T04:43:00.006-06:002009-10-09T15:15:24.604-06:00Bruce... tell me a joke<div align="left">Written by Kate Hoffmire.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Kate: Jane I have a knock knock joke for you... Knock, knock. </div><div align="center">Jane: Who's there?</div><div align="center">Kate: Matisya.</div><div align="center">Jane: Matisyahu!!!</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"><span style="color:#99ffff;">I AM GOING TO SEE MATISYAHU IN JERUSALEM IN LESS THAN 8 HOURS!!!!!! THERE IS NO FONT BIG ENOUGH TO EXPRESS MY EXCITEMENT.</span> </span></div>Brady and Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884278481185817129noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2649770319264112775.post-41291417918698070712009-10-06T14:15:00.006-06:002009-10-09T08:58:50.476-06:00Rain!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times;"><div style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 100% Georgia, serif; WIDTH: auto; PADDING-TOP: 3px; TEXT-ALIGN: center; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times;"><div style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 100% Georgia, serif; WIDTH: auto; PADDING-TOP: 3px; TEXT-ALIGN: center; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px">I think this was the first time in months Jerusalem's streets were cleaned, and it wasn't by the city. It <span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic;color:#99ffff;" >rained</span></span></span>!!! So cool.</div><div style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 100% Georgia, serif; WIDTH: auto; PADDING-TOP: 3px; TEXT-ALIGN: center; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px"><br /></div></span></div></span>Brady and Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884278481185817129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2649770319264112775.post-16081062509464421042009-10-03T07:14:00.005-06:002009-10-09T08:58:12.483-06:00To the Owner of the Brown Leather Jacket,Today is Saturday, yet really Sunday. Make sense? It didn't to me either for a while, but now Friday night I get excited for Church in the morning. I want to write <strong><span style="color:#996633;">you</span></strong> back on my blog, because let's be honest, I like to copy you. After church today I sat out on the steps that in 3 1/2 months you will sit on. I had to sit in the shade because the sun was so hot and I didn't want to melt. I miss fall in Utah. But that's not why I'm writing you back.<br />I'm so happy for you that you're all over the world. You've seen so many places I want to go, but I think after next April you need to come back to Provo for a little while. And you need to stay. I'm all better now, though. It's not like the sick where I would stay congested for weeks and have to sleep out in our living room, but you'd always sleep out there with me. Usually on the couch. In that room is also where Sara and I hid from you behind the curtains to try and scare you. It's where we sat alone at 1:30 am watching Marley and Me, crying. The same room with the window you leaned out of and sang "Blackbird" to people on the sidewalk below. Or when I left to the Grand Canyon with my dad, and as I got to the car I realized I forgot something. I yelled your name, and you opened that same window to throw the Vitamin Water down three flights, knocking me to the ground. Or the unmentionable drawings that occured there. I'm still trying to forget about those.<br />But I feel better. I am healthy and not dying. At least not from diabetes. Yesterday I woke up and ran 5 miles. I would have ran more but no one wants to. I figure if I keep running, maybe I can stay ahead of the things that are wrong with my body. So far, it's working. I haven't gone low while I'm here, at least in the mornings. I don't think anyone here would be there to throw a snickers at me, or take the mop outside if I told them to. And they see me carry my insulin around everywhere. In Provo I could hide it. People could know me for months and not know I had diabetes. But here it's like I pretty much stood up in the cafeteria yelling, "I HAVE DIABETES!" That is at least how it felt when really all I do is pull out my pen and shoot up. Like a druggie, yes. But quickly people notice, and ask, and I don't mind. I like it more than the people who look and turn away. I carry my insulin around everywhere with me. Sometimes in my pocket, othertimes clipped onto my skirt, and my friends here tell me it's always in my mouth. "Take your insulin out of your mouth!" Lauren told me the other day. I don't keep it as much of a secret here.<br />When we get older you're going to be in Oregon. or Paris. but probably London. I don't know where I'll be, but it'll probably be somewhere in the U.S., that is one thing I know. I won't be drifting down the river, like your leaf, going away from you. If that happens, just <em>accio</em> me back. Cause I think you're like my horcrux, and I want to see the pillowcases in your future home. And the pictures of us. xoxo.<br /><br />ps. even though my blog is public now, you still know I invited you to read it before. FLIPBrady and Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884278481185817129noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2649770319264112775.post-24544010029805680822009-09-27T13:15:00.018-06:002009-10-17T06:39:39.501-06:00Shelleyisms<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4EcObseVr8HgggmaMVxBKKKiGMExguAYJP6Q3iWMS1iVksZ-P8XnS35Fiv1m_cTTmc5AzELjSunHBCvBV47QRMICpoodNeXCiyAVOnp2jYFkjy4XYTW2R9lp3NPvl_TPkl0jN1JB3MRA/s1600-h/IMG_1027.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4EcObseVr8HgggmaMVxBKKKiGMExguAYJP6Q3iWMS1iVksZ-P8XnS35Fiv1m_cTTmc5AzELjSunHBCvBV47QRMICpoodNeXCiyAVOnp2jYFkjy4XYTW2R9lp3NPvl_TPkl0jN1JB3MRA/s200/IMG_1027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386261850516957522" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">"but I can't count sheckels!!!</span></div><div align="center"> </div><br /><div align="center"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">"Guys this train ride is the worst!!!... It's florescent lighting. I HATE florescent lighting."</span><br /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">"Like all the ladies in my ward get boob jobs..."</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">With a pondering look... "I wanted a boob job."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">"It'll be a triple date!"</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">"Can a married woman come?"</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">"Why, are </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">you planning on getting married?"</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">"No."</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">"Okay then... anyways..."</span><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"></span> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Sitting down at the computer...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">"Who am I gonna stalk now!?"</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">"In the ancient days they were called shakes..."<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">"mmm... shakes!"</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">We're all sitting and studying...<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">"I never knew that Muslims were Christians, too!"<br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">All heads turn to her...Silence...<br /><br />"Shelley, tell me how you say the name of the state I'm from"<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">"I don't know where you're from Mauri."</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">"You know... Las Vegas..."<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">"Oh! Arizona!"</span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">"Rabbinic Judaism was during the 2nd till 18th century"<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Turning to Lizzie..."Wait... what century are we in now?"<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">"Do you know what I was just thinking about, I feel like I have an internet boyfriend."</span><br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;">Leaning over to me, holding a gummy...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;">'This one's gross!! Try it..."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#996633;">"No, I don't want it."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;">She puts it in her mouth.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#996633;">"Why did you eat it!?"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;">"Where else would I put it?"</span></div><div align="center"> </div>Brady and Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884278481185817129noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2649770319264112775.post-58794931356208501232009-09-25T17:25:00.008-06:002009-09-27T13:08:36.657-06:00Mt. Sinai<div align="center">We ended our trip to Egypt with a bang. Thursday morning we woke up at 2 am to hike Mt. Sinai and make it for the sunrise. We started hiking in complete darkness, under the stars. First thing I looked for was my common checkpoint of finding the Big Dipper, and then the Little Dipper. I'm getting pro. About halfway they let us break off, so I started to run. Obviously, I didn't run for that long, but I was able to break away so I could hike in semi-silence. I got to the top, with Bryan close behind, and we found the perfect spot for others to gather around us as they came. On top of Mt. Sinai, I watched as the sky turned from darkness to light. And now you can see a small glimpse of what I experienced...</div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385550825151070898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbjXzIorwjgn4lJp0nD2eYY3rUfxTzeSpvxf7CVvomuYG7EUcNPCGK9CFB9oKgz2yA2mBnxnqz_l1iAQmbZ8rQ_LK-c5eo3jrHDN83s0jsQfQlBjUsPto0cUP6-Jym5H7QA3ikXsee07M/s200/IMG_1440.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385550835890683458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCBahqzkCvKHD3xem3v5Oha71f5m5pg3YZ2wRtq0WSjGz-o3-8ZpCbpxU704sy2LCtNkMGdF44P5WvwlH9Lf8Mose0eeEdTt6pZRPRC_6wu0Hxeu1eE0RDrfAV7ajcrPPtD9q9JtHI1GU/s200/IMG_1452.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385550845182269842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxnCPshS1U5PtD7Fa2TYWItuzA7rZVdB2jBga7YzDFcX4vPbNAqBMbhugeN9qj5TMzdJsvjpF5a-xtId52VwMcKVjIDTXFJqPYo52gssB4Hso5lQ3LxypE7I9epDWfmGeg1N3uomoc1Fk/s200/IMG_1459.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385552214830820434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvCEmcy4j5dLDIDzULnf02YJK5T6flSqpER4divm6YORGf_LN9uNSIhOziBFon1wgqGnazTIlaR-dqapKESrlaLHoouP2o0GEOJTwlxEHcsDthgb8J-zBKZFYIZj8LPHoUOdfVcsRXPcY/s200/IMG_1470.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385552207680804242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNvlP7bDwG-iiZMLi28dRky_bmPOBoC5Wf6CWOawhmda9LvL1cUT58mt9xrfj8h9rppx_I7ciZg9sNPgfU0AqvXJjCEFJO3R9q3YGvuG_5dv1xnZsfS6b_zf4BGscr55F5yeJL7SWh70U/s200/IMG_1466.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center">Once the sun was up, people in our group started singing hymns. It was surreal sitting on the ledge, looking over the valley, and listening to hymns, thinking about Christ. I thought about Moses, and I thought about the very mountain I was on going up in smoke and fire. It made me think about life and how I personally want to leave the mount. It was such an awesome experience! </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385552216676935234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWH-KD-ZUZdldCn6c-_OFkowNQjXBP6Wp7RK8U2MXoHCuT1K596YBBkgU82sDxYH3fyuqMeZ4B7g8WzmtcrzIxDnJnAUK5W1ozCTax7MysFXVVEF8Xtw-zNAUUZTzt3WPYIy6ApY1rU5Y/s200/IMG_1472.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385552230268334498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkYbf-R4GeByStHI8GfNu9KaQGWRWBNYGCS4mmelDFOhImmQi8qA2RXXquiwE71i3OjhEZL4l5zF4XciVmbZ1-LLzjvq8uEOKyfxBlqdXi_056RfzHLYYVJazrVgE9gGsQSiTO5FpUH7c/s200/IMG_1482.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385552222409005570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgofUrcG-nMyWtrsTH3NBxw6dTzwEEt0_-lsraThh2yO2HHA5e2oH-b-Blg-dPtIIvwX76QWmLT5edjlX3cWu-MS1X6aDP77wj3Zn7iMHfaYPePrH_H7fuqednsv8DL_AhEhRoNOHHHlEY/s200/IMG_1476.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385552723786455442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR88AT4YuqzCiow2g8O8V8y_txFufQ9P3XEoRr9l-rVpuNWK-av32F_wYSxn8KeZZyQVMtZqZIBjI7G1kBGq-1IRUhFbI1ierrxfdbSBdp93Mw0U63zhdMJOXbLTOG1KD36h756nDgxUk/s200/IMG_1487.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385552731447934034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMbC07koRB0mKJgiUPOhnZXqlcG7KN1czUa-MmTTdn-p1JKRBmlDxJZkChslq8WXNOsmEIit2Lwv7cBsO3smh8KUPgoM9av-BKjzpNjP7DZ8LwGuzcMlbqqhE_pQ6w3mOL6pZLJUvxcUk/s200/IMG_1498.jpg" border="0" />The Red Sea! </div>Brady and Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06884278481185817129noreply@blogger.com2