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tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12698508Wed, 19 Aug 2026 06:45:57 +0000aerialaerialphotodronefacebookhesnotdeadimbackmultirotorquadcopteruavwherehaveibeen4HAKSHannah.Austin.Kim.Staceynoreply@blogger.com (stacey abshire)Blogger1011125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12698508.post-5943120757953564992Mon, 28 Sep 2015 02:40:00 +00002015-09-27T22:40:22.808-04:00Morning Along the Grand Strand<span style="font-family: tahoma;"></span> <div id="fb-root"></div><script>(function(d, s, id) { var js, fjs = d.getElementsByTagName(s)[0]; if (d.getElementById(id)) return; js = d.createElement(s); js.id = id; js.src = "//connect.facebook.net/en_US/sdk.js#xfbml=1&version=v2.3"; fjs.parentNode.insertBefore(js, fjs);}(document, 'script', 'facebook-jssdk'));</script><div class="fb-post" data-href="; data-width="500"><div class="fb-xfbml-parse-ignore"><blockquote cite=";><p>In spite of the clouds, it was a spectacular morning on the beach.</p>Posted by <a href=" Aerial Photography</a> on&nbsp;<a href=";>Monday, September 21, 2015</a></blockquote></div></div>2015/09/morning-along-grand-strand.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (stacey abshire)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12698508.post-3810769529761592690Mon, 14 Sep 2015 12:23:00 +00002015-09-14T08:25:04.924-04:00aerialaerialphotodronefacebookmultirotorquadcopteruavWV Aerial Photography LaunchedI have started a page on Facebook where I will be posting my aerial photography work, and where I can be contacted if anyone has any aerial photography work for which they'd like to hire me.<span style="font-family: tahoma;"></span><br /> <div> <br /></div> <div> ; <div> <br /></div> <div> It's just starting out, but I plan to update this on an almost daily schedule.</div> <div> <br /></div> <div> So head over there, and like the page, and let me know what you think.</div> 2015/09/wv-aerial-photography-launched.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (stacey abshire)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12698508.post-2354383121335982735Sun, 13 Sep 2015 14:07:00 +00002015-09-13T10:07:24.470-04:00hesnotdeadimbackwherehaveibeenI Have ReturnedIt has been a long time since I have posted anything to this blog, so long in fact that it appears that BlogSpot has removed many (if not all) of my photos. &nbsp;I'm back, though, and will be updating this blog on a regular basis once again. &nbsp;<span style="font-family: tahoma;"></span><br /> <div> <br /></div> <div> I am into some new things, most notably, flying my custom-built quadcopter (or drone as some call it), so my blog posts will likely center around that. &nbsp;I'm still doing software development, and will also post several things in that regard. &nbsp;And there'll likely be random posts on odd topics now and again as well.</div> <div> <br /></div> <div> So, if you have wondered what happened to me, I just got bored with the blog I suppose, and let it get away from me. &nbsp;My outlook on things has changed a lot in the past three years. &nbsp;Political thoughts and processes are quite a bit different now from then, but I still feel like the government needs to much smaller and far less intrusive into our lives. &nbsp;I still hold onto my faith very closely, and that has not changed.</div> <div> <br /></div> <div> I look forward to sharing with you all once again.</div> 2015/09/i-have-returned.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (stacey abshire)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12698508.post-4245879219652464303Sun, 29 Jul 2012 19:09:00 +00002012-07-29T15:09:35.366-04:00Support @HelloSomebody #itsnotok<div class='posterous_autopost'><p><div class='p_embed p_image_embed'> <a href=" alt="Image" height="500" src="; 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tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159570731594867123Wed, 05 Aug 2026 08:39:54 +0000jeremy wrightBodyboardbodyboardingpersonal developmentSimon Chanjeremy wright lifeboogiedave ramseyjoe katchasoomin kim4jeremywrightfitnessusanajosh mcgowanBIA goldenwest winInsanityalex verharstbetter your bestbusinessembrace apparelentrepreneurshealthy lifesttylejeff hubbardkevin jenkinskreedlearningmotivating videosmotivationnancy onnewport churchriptide magazinespeakingspeed readingsteps to successteam full circletraininguniversity of phoenix alumni Jeremy Wright July coverusana trainingworkout20132013 USANA convention4th of July90 day challenge 2013 qtr 1Amber KeenerBIA ContestBZ bodyboardsBoogie Nation 9California PremierChipotleChurchhillDr.LisaEric ZickerooseInterviewJay HaizlipJoe ClarkeJoslynLynette MastMLM Training MagazineMagazineMatthew PayneP90xPastor Jonathan WilsonRESET dietRainbow DanceSIMON CHANNUSA Today NewspaperUSANA CONVENTION 2012aaron byzakaccountabliltyapplearticlebarrelbaseballbefore picsbenbest friendsbirthdayboanergybooksbooks I read in 2012business ownerscalichristian jamschristmasclayton kindclayton kingcoachingconferene calldaniel englishdaniel hunterdarnell martindavid philipsdisneylanddoherty sistersdominic ballidr wooddreamsdustin rogersdustin rogers injurydying to liveeddie solomonentreleadershipfamilyfountain valley high schoolgiantsgirlfriendgo pro appgo pro cameragoalsgolfing daysgriffith observatory. telescopesgrowinghelen yoshiharahome workoutshot air ballooni phoneiba world tourindo barrelinspiring videosjacob palmerjason Yokoboskyjason wrightjeremy wright blue boardjoel piperjordan kemperkindleleadershiplearning spanishlong beach marathonlori trumanmagic bulletmakham middle schoolmassagemichael callejasmiddle schoolmotivatingnicaraguanick cannonoption nutritionpatti rooneyphoenix focusproductivitypurpose driven lifepush itqtr 3quotesreadingreggaerick warrenron dogrosetta stonerunrunners highrunningrussel hornbeeksalsa dancingsan clementesan fransandys beach pro usba 2011shannon rosalessilver directorslabsoomin kim. josh mcgowansoulja boyspin classsponsorsstanford universitystop watchsurfing en el boarder 2011technologytennistimertony daumtrilogoy yogauclausana interviewvanessa motavlogwavewave makerswave rebelweddingswedgewhats up usana blogwisdomwords of balancewright familywysockizac martinJeremy WrightUpdates on the every-busy life of Jeremy Wright...noreply@blogger.com (Jeremy Wright)Blogger664125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159570731594867123.post-3849418008368269001Sat, 19 Oct 2013 13:00:00 +00002013-10-19T06:00:04.900-07:00dave ramseyentreleadershipentrepreneursjeremy wrightjeremy wright lifeleadershippersonal developmentDid I learn Anything At Entreleadership One Day Event? <span style="font-size: large;">The answer is yes!&nbsp;</span><br /> <span style="font-size: large;">Below video gives you a glimpse!&nbsp;</span><br /> <iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/tdZAueWn7MI" width="420"></iframe><br /> <br /> <span style="font-size: large;">My Favorite Take aways!</span><br /> <br /> <ol> <li><span style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"><span style="font-size: large;">If you help enough people you don't have to worry about money&nbsp;</span></span></li> <li><span style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"><span style="font-size: large;">God owns your business, He owns your opportunity and He is in charge of your future</span></span></li> <li><div style="border: 0px; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> <span style="font-size: large;">Building an Awesome Buisness</span></div> <div style="border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> <ul style="border: 0px; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'Droid Sans', sans-serif; line-height: 1.428571em; list-style-position: outside; margin: 0.2857em 0px 0.714285em 2em; padding: 0px;"> <li style="border: 0px; line-height: 1.428571em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-size: large;">Don't be upset by results you didn't get with work you didn't do&nbsp;</span></li> <li style="border: 0px; line-height: 1.428571em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-size: large;">In your 20s you enter a season of learning&nbsp;</span></li> <li style="border: 0px; line-height: 1.428571em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-size: large;">In your 30s you enter a season of editing&nbsp;</span></li> <li style="border: 0px; line-height: 1.428571em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-size: large;">In your 40s you enter a season of mastering&nbsp;</span></li> <li style="border: 0px; line-height: 1.428571em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-size: large;">In your 50s you enter a season of harvesting&nbsp;</span></li> <li style="border: 0px; line-height: 1.428571em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-size: large;">In your 60s you enter a season of guiding&nbsp;</span></li> </ul> </div> </li> <li><span style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, Droid Sans, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 20px;">You become what you think about!&nbsp;</span></span></li> </ol> 2013/10/did-i-learn-anything-at-entreleadership.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Jeremy Wright)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159570731594867123.post-7584382092907586843Tue, 15 Oct 2013 23:59:00 +00002013-10-15T16:59:00.626-07:00goalslong beach marathonrunningWho Actually Sticks With Their Goals From January? <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody> <tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="; imageanchor="1" style="font-size: x-large; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="400" src="; width="400" /></a></td></tr> <tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My Girlfriend ran with one of her best friends and business partners Stephanie Campos. The girls celebrating Stephs birthday!</td></tr> </tbody></table> <br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <br /></div> <br /> <span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-size: large;">Who is actually still going for there goals in October?</span></span><br /> <span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody> <tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="; imageanchor="1" style="font-size: x-large; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="300" src="; width="400" /></a></td></tr> <tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">These people love running! Dedicated</td></tr> </tbody></table> <div> </div> <div> <span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><br /></span></div> <div> <span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-size: large;">Not to many people stick with their goals after the first month. My girlfriend is one of the few people that I know who are still tracking on their goals that she set out in late December for this new year. One of the big goals is for her to do her first half marathon!&nbsp;</span></span><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div> <br /> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody> <tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="; imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="; width="400" /></a></td></tr> <tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">There she is!&nbsp;</td></tr> </tbody></table> <br /> <span style="font-size: large;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: center;">On October 13th she got to do her first half marathon in Long Beach. There were 3,000 plus people there in the event and it was amazing! The amount of motivated people was inspiring to see and it opened my eyes to how many people think about their health!</span></span><br /> </div> <div> <span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><br /></span></div> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody> <tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="; imageanchor="1" style="font-size: x-large; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="320" src="; width="240" /></a></td></tr> <tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The winning kiss&nbsp;</td></tr> </tbody></table> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <br /></div> <div> </div> <div> <span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-size: large;">It’s so easy to set out a goal and never follow through but the next fitness goal you set out for yourself write it down and get it done! Keep bettering your best!</span></span><br /> <span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span> <iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/hLsp4djLIrU" width="420"></iframe></div> <div> <span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><br /></span></div> 2013/10/who-actually-sticks-with-their-goals.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Jeremy Wright)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159570731594867123.post-1878756695486548070Wed, 09 Oct 2013 02:39:00 +00002013-10-08T19:39:01.600-07:00applego pro appgo pro camerai phonetechnologyGot a Go Pro Camera and an I Phone<br /> <div style="font-family: Helvetica;"> <span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: 14px; text-align: center;"> <a href="; imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="; width="320" /></a></div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: 14px; text-align: center;"> <br /></div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> <span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span style="font-size: large;">I have always wanted to capture my surf sessions since it’s something you can re live when you watch it and the good times instantly come back. I got to get myself a Go pro and have been loving it.&nbsp;</span></span></div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> <span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> <iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/kA51RstdNIw" width="420"></iframe></div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> My first time using an older version of Go Pro</div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> <br /></div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div> <span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-size: large;">Go Pro has an amazing app that I recommend anyone to get if you have one.</span></span><br /> <div style="font-size: 14px;"> <iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/uVf6LRFI740" width="560"></iframe></div> <br /> <div style="font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"> <span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: left;"> <span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-size: large;">I also needed to upgrade my phone since it was running so slow so I got an I phone and now all my devices are apple and I am super happy on that. I also got one of the most amazing cases ever!&nbsp;</span></span><br /> <iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/7sJBYpNWIAc" width="560"></iframe><br /> <div style="font-size: 14px;"> <span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><br /></span></div> </div> <br /> 2013/10/got-go-pro-camera-and-i-phone.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Jeremy Wright)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159570731594867123.post-3986076547150723783Thu, 26 Sep 2013 01:10:00 +00002013-09-25T18:10:33.461-07:00jeremy wrightjeremy wright lifeLynette Mastpersonal developmenttrainingusanausana trainingBringing the Motivation to the Mid West<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">Got to do a big team training call motivating one of the fastest growing mid west teams in my company! Lynette Mast is ON FIRE!&nbsp;</span><br /> <span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"><br /></span> <iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/rst5XHGNk_Q" width="420"></iframe><br /> <br /> <iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/YKhhoxSdfIU" width="420"></iframe><br /> <span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"><br /></span>2013/09/bringing-motivation-to-mid-west.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Jeremy Wright)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159570731594867123.post-5040869496304536336Thu, 26 Sep 2013 01:08:00 +00002013-09-25T18:08:25.721-07:00jeremy wrightjeremy wright lifepersonal developmentusana trainingwave makersGetting To Motivate a Global Business<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span> <div id="eow-description" style="border: 0px; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 17px; padding: 0px;"> <span style="font-size: large;">I got to speak to Anna Lozano and her international team Wave Makers International. One quote I touched on was that "It's not about you. It's about pulling out of others what they have their already"&nbsp;</span></div> <span style="font-size: large;">Hope you get some nuggets from this and keep bettering your best!&nbsp;</span><br /> <br /> <br /> <div id="watch-description-text" style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 17px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> <div id="eow-description" style="background-color: transparent; border: 0px; padding: 0px;"> <br /></div> <div id="eow-description" style="background-color: transparent; border: 0px; padding: 0px;"> <iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/7xHGA_y_fME" width="420"></iframe></div> <div id="eow-description" style="background-color: transparent; border: 0px; padding: 0px;"> <br /></div> <div id="eow-description" style="background-color: transparent; border: 0px; padding: 0px;"> <iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/H1bYEP6TGzY" width="420"></iframe></div> <div id="eow-description" style="background-color: transparent; border: 0px; padding: 0px;"> <br /></div> <div id="eow-description" style="background-color: transparent; border: 0px; padding: 0px;"> <iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/h7SaZulDWRo" width="420"></iframe></div> <div id="eow-description" style="background-color: transparent; border: 0px; font-size: 13px; padding: 0px;"> <br /></div> <div style="font-size: 13px;"> <br /></div> </div> <div id="watch-description-extras" style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; margin: 10px 0px; padding: 0px;"> <ul class="watch-extras-section" style="background-color: transparent; border: 0px; list-style: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> <li style="background-color: transparent; border: 0px; clear: both; line-height: 1.2; margin: 0px 0px 5px; padding: 0px;"></li> </ul> </div> 2013/09/getting-to-motivate-global-business.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Jeremy Wright)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159570731594867123.post-5013944382153440349Tue, 24 Sep 2013 23:16:00 +00002013-09-24T16:16:58.896-07:00bookspersonal developmentpurpose driven liferick warrenHow the Purpose Driven Life Book Changed Me <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody> <tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="; imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="386" src="; width="400" /></a></td></tr> <tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Diving into a life changing book</td></tr> </tbody></table> <br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <br /></div> <div style="color: #500d50; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; min-height: 18px;"> <span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #232323; letter-spacing: 0px;">This was the last book I thought I would see my oldest brother read</span><span style="color: #011480; letter-spacing: 0px;">;</span><span style="color: #232323; letter-spacing: 0px;"> wait</span><span style="color: #011480; letter-spacing: 0px;">,</span><span style="color: #232323; letter-spacing: 0px;"> I didn’t think I would ever see him read!</span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px; letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></div> <div style="color: #232323; font-size: 13px;"> <span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">&nbsp;<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody> <tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="; imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="; width="265" /></a></td></tr> <tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">You can get this book on Amazon by clicking <a href="; target="_blank">HERE</a>&nbsp;</td></tr> </tbody></table> </span></div> <div style="color: #232323; font-size: 13px;"> <br /></div> <div style="color: #232323;"> <span style="font-size: large;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">The first time I heard </span><span style="color: #011480; letter-spacing: 0px;">of</span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> the </span><span style="color: #011480; letter-spacing: 0px;">book, <i>The P</i></span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><i>urpose </i></span><span style="color: #011480; letter-spacing: 0px;"><i>D</i></span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><i>riven </i></span><span style="color: #011480; letter-spacing: 0px;"><i>L</i></span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><i>ife</i> by </span><span style="color: #011480; letter-spacing: 0px;">R</span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">ick </span><span style="color: #011480; letter-spacing: 0px;">W</span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">arren was actually walking in on my older brother reading it.</span><span style="color: #011480; letter-spacing: 0px;"> </span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">&nbsp;He was the “rebel” of the brothers</span><span style="color: #011480; letter-spacing: 0px;">,</span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> but starting dating this girl that really brought the best out of him (now his wife) and she encouraged him to check it out. </span><span style="color: #011480; letter-spacing: 0px;">&nbsp;</span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Let’s just say by the end of the book he was a changed man!</span></span></div> <div style="color: #232323;"> <span style="font-size: large;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Another story about this famous book came from my </span><a href="; target="_blank"><span style="color: #011480; letter-spacing: 0px;">business </span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">coach</span></a><span style="color: #011480; letter-spacing: 0px;">. B</span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">efore taking me on as a client</span><span style="color: #011480; letter-spacing: 0px;">, he</span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> encouraged me to read the same book that my brother did 6 years earlier </span><span style="color: #011480; letter-spacing: 0px;">since</span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> it had such a powerful impact on his own life. </span><span style="color: #011480; letter-spacing: 0px;">&nbsp;</span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">I was actually really excited to read it</span><span style="color: #011480; letter-spacing: 0px;">. </span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">&nbsp;</span><span style="color: #011480; letter-spacing: 0px;">A</span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">fter it was all said and done</span><span style="color: #011480; letter-spacing: 0px;">,</span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> I was filled with so much energy!</span></span></div> <div style="color: #232323; font-size: 13px;"> <br /></div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <br /></div> <br /> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody> <tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="; imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="; width="290" /></a></td></tr> <tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pastor <a href="; target="_blank">Rick Warren</a>. What an impact he is making on peoples lives</td></tr> </tbody></table> <br /> <div style="color: #232323; font-size: 13px;"> <br /></div> <div style="color: #232323;"> <span style="font-size: large;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Just like anything you do</span><span style="color: #011480; letter-spacing: 0px;">,</span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> if you don’t constantly remind yourself about what you learned</span><span style="color: #011480; letter-spacing: 0px;">,</span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> you won’t live it out as much.</span><span style="color: #011480; letter-spacing: 0px;"> </span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">&nbsp;I recently met with a woman about a <a href="; target="_blank">business opportunity</a></span><span style="color: #011480; letter-spacing: 0px;">. </span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">&nbsp;</span><span style="color: #011480; letter-spacing: 0px;">After </span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">hearing her story</span><span style="color: #011480; letter-spacing: 0px;">,</span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> I </span><span style="color: #011480; letter-spacing: 0px;">told her that I </span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">thought that the timing was not right for her </span><span style="color: #011480; letter-spacing: 0px;">right now, </span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">but how she could benefit from </span><span style="color: #011480; letter-spacing: 0px;">reading </span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">this book.</span><span style="color: #011480; letter-spacing: 0px;"> </span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">&nbsp;She texted me about two hours after </span><span style="color: #011480; letter-spacing: 0px;">our </span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">meeting</span><span style="color: #011480; letter-spacing: 0px;">,</span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> and </span><span style="color: #011480; letter-spacing: 0px;">indicated that she </span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">already ordered </span><span style="color: #011480; letter-spacing: 0px;">the book</span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> and </span><span style="color: #011480; letter-spacing: 0px;">couldn’t </span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">wait to start!</span></span></div> <div style="color: #232323; font-size: 13px;"> <span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><br /></span></div> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody> <tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="; imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="299" src="; width="640" /></a></td></tr> <tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Great question to ask yourself and find out</span><span style="color: #232323; letter-spacing: 0px;">&nbsp;</span></td></tr> </tbody></table> <div style="color: #232323; font-size: 13px;"> <br /></div> <div style="color: #232323;"> <span style="font-size: large;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">If you are in a state </span><span style="color: #011480; letter-spacing: 0px;">like</span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> I was in the beginning of the year</span><span style="color: #011480; letter-spacing: 0px;">,</span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> not knowing your purpose</span><span style="color: #011480; letter-spacing: 0px;">,</span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> then get this book ASAP and read it. </span><span style="color: #011480; letter-spacing: 0px;">&nbsp;</span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">I know you won’t have any regrets</span><span style="color: #011480; letter-spacing: 0px;">,</span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> and you’ll learn some powerful new things! </span><span style="color: #011480; letter-spacing: 0px;">&nbsp;</span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">While you do this</span><span style="color: #011480; letter-spacing: 0px;">,</span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> you’ll be bettering YOUR best!&nbsp;</span></span></div> <div style="color: #232323;"> <span style="font-size: large;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><br /></span></span></div> <div style="color: #232323;"> <iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/uCu_1B2TYyY" width="420"></iframe></div> 2013/09/how-purpose-driven-life-book-changed-me.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Jeremy Wright)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159570731594867123.post-8353558706661390206Wed, 18 Sep 2013 19:35:00 +00002013-09-18T12:40:43.512-07:00jeremy wrightjeremy wright lifepersonal developmentNate Bautista Little Black Books <br /> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody> <tr><td style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="320" src="; style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="312" /></td></tr> <tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nate and I in Utah&nbsp;</td></tr> </tbody></table> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="; imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><br /><a href="; imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div> <div style="color: #232323; font-size: 12px; min-height: 14px;"> <span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></div> <div style="color: #500d50; font-size: medium;"> <span style="color: #232323; letter-spacing: 0px;"><br /></span></div> <div style="color: #500d50; font-size: medium;"> <span style="color: #232323; letter-spacing: 0px;">Have you ever wanted access to something that you couldn’t have?</span></div> <div> <span style="color: #232323; letter-spacing: 0px;"><br /></span></div> <br /> <div style="color: #232323; min-height: 14px;"> <span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">My friend Nate has been involved in the company I am currently with many years before I became a brand partner with them. He was trained by a leader that was a legend in the company years before I was involved. &nbsp;I recently had the opportunity to learn from this legend through my friend Nate's journals of notes from his teachings.</span><br /> <span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><br /></span></div> <div style="color: #232323; font-size: 12px; min-height: 14px;"> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody> <tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="; imageanchor="1" style="font-size: medium; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="320" src="; width="320" /></a></td></tr> <tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Journals</td></tr> </tbody></table> <span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></div> <div style="color: #232323;"> <span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><br /></span> <span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Nate and I become friends last year, and he offered to let me borrow his journal to see the stuff that this “legend” taught him. &nbsp;After reading his journals, I learned a lot of new stuff that I can take away and apply. &nbsp;However, the coolest part is that so much of the information is the same that I learn even today. &nbsp;If you or I want to be successful, there is a four letter word we must learn and that is "WORK." The other word we must learn is "DUPLICATION." &nbsp;There is no magic formula; just put in the time, keep bettering your best, and in time you will be a great one just like the top income leaders!&nbsp;</span></div> <div style="color: #232323; font-size: 12px; min-height: 14px;"> <span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span><br /></div> <div style="color: #232323;"> <span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Whatever goal you are looking to accomplish, stay the course because you never know when you will have your next mini victory or major victory!</span></div> <div> <span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><br /></span></div> <div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <br /></div> <iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/DuHrL2eTZaM" width="420"></iframe></div> 2013/09/nate-bautista-little-black-books.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Jeremy Wright)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159570731594867123.post-1587697308834226512Tue, 10 Sep 2013 22:51:00 +00002013-09-10T15:51:37.786-07:00personal developmentspeed readingBecome A Rapid Reader <br /> <div style="color: #232323; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 14px;"> <iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/50WW5HAbGt0" width="420"></iframe></div> <div style="color: #232323; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 14px;"> <span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><br /></span></div> <div style="color: #232323; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 14px;"> <span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I thought having a college degree made me an above-average reader. &nbsp;In the video, you will see that six months ago, I was a very below-average reader.</span></div> <div style="color: #232323; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 14px; min-height: 17px;"> <br /><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span></div> <div style="color: #232323; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 14px;"> <span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">In February, my business Coach Simon Chan suggested a book by Peter Kump, so I can learn to read faster. I was so excited to get into the book. However, when I started the course and did the test to see my words per minute, it was nothing to brag about. The author suggests reading consistently on your own without the training book for a while to build your reading speed faster naturally. I chose to read on my own without the book for six months. I came up with six months because I knew I was going to be extrememly busy, and knew I coudn’t dedicate an hour a day until late August. If you get this book, I suggest not to wait as long as I did, and read on to see why! During these six months I read nine very awesome books in subjects that I wanted to learn and improve on and made me fall in love with reading more!&nbsp;</span></div> <div style="color: #232323; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 14px; min-height: 17px;"> <span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span><br /></div> <div style="color: #232323; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 14px;"> <span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Six months to the date, I came back to the Rapid Reading book and did the test again and it showed that my reading had improved dramatically! My words per minute and my comprehension went up! I just finished day two of the workbook and guess what......I improved even more!</span></div> <div style="color: #232323; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 14px;"> <span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">If you are not good at something, don’t NOT do it. &nbsp;I encourage you to figure out a way that you CAN do it. So many people quit before even trying. When you remember my story, consider not only how long I took before I got back to this Rapid Reading book, but also what I did during the six months that I waited to re start it. &nbsp;I read and practiced on my own. I am very determined to be a rapid reader, so I can read many books to learn more, grow as a person, and bring more value to friends, family, clients and the market place!&nbsp;</span></div> <div style="color: #232323; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 14px; min-height: 17px;"> <span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"></span><br /></div> <div style="color: #232323; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 14px;"> <span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Find a reason why you would want to become a rapid reader or look at anything you have been putting off and go out and start right now! Heck, do what I did: make a video, post in on youtube to be accountable, and tweet me so I can give you a shout out for your decision to Better YOUR Best!</span></div> 2013/09/become-rapid-reader.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Jeremy Wright)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159570731594867123.post-4734189729505441286Tue, 03 Sep 2013 03:00:00 +00002013-09-02T20:06:04.172-07:002013 USANA conventionjeremy wrightjeremy wright life2013 Convention Recap <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody> <tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="; imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="318" src="; width="320" /></a></td></tr> <tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My GF Vanessa and I learning and hanging with Millionaire in the company Mr and Mrs Aaron Dinh</td></tr> </tbody></table> <span style="color: #232323; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: large; letter-spacing: 0px;"><br /></span> <span style="color: #232323; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: large; letter-spacing: 0px;">I recently went to my company's annual convention, and it was one of the most motivating yet humbling experiences to date. Going there with less people than I brought the year before and not getting to walk the stage nor rank advance almost made me cry.&nbsp;</span><br /> <div> <span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><br /></span></div> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody> <tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="; imageanchor="1" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 14px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="240" src="; width="320" /></a></td></tr> <tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The MOVEMENT Family</td></tr> </tbody></table> <div> </div> <div> <br /></div> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody> <tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="; imageanchor="1" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 14px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="239" src="; width="320" /></a></td></tr> <tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">When we flew into Salt Lake City UTAH this is the sign that welcomed us! Love this company</td></tr> </tbody></table> <div> </div> <div> <span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><br /></span></div> <div> <div style="color: #232323; font-family: Helvetica;"> <span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-size: large;">I know that it is a bit drastic, but I always like to look at the positive in everything. &nbsp;When you look at things in that way, watch the fruitfulness come. Even though I brought less people in my personal organization than last year, I brought quality, HUNGRY people. &nbsp;It is said, "I would rather have one leader than 20 followers because that one leader can motivate hundreds." The people that came are potential big-time leaders; all with their own stories and all with their own reasons why they are deciding to build a part-time business. &nbsp;I really admire their sacrifice and dedication&nbsp;to invest in themselves, demonstrated by choosing to spend&nbsp;money to attend the event even when it meant time away from work and family,&nbsp;to become better people all around!</span></span></div> <div style="color: #232323; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 14px;"> <span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><br /></span></div> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody> <tr><td style=&qu


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4отаку ru gouf@4otaku.org () gouf@4otaku.org () Touhou: Откуда происходит популярность? /blog/publications/3273.html /blog/publications/3273.html Shishiki Изображение Оригинальный пост ukonkivi на myanimelist. Из-за специфического английского это скорее адаптация чем прямой перевод. Часто говорят об эффектах, а не о первопричине. Создание Touhou связано с силой первых из классических отаку. С чем-то, что работало благодаря DIY «нердам» Японии. Пуристы и тому подобное. Начнём с 1980-х. «Профессиональное» разделение между большими разработчиками и потребителями было гораздо слабее. Компьютеры были гораздо слабее, и люди могли радоваться и тому, что у них есть исправный компьютер, на котором можно поиграть в видеоигру. Большинство фанатов компьютеров также были опытными и имели более плотные отношения с разработчиками. Игровое сообщество представляло собой тесно переплетённый узел нердов со всего света. Многие из нас слышали о старых временах, когда игровые компании не пытались сделать консоли, которые бы не были компьютерами. Когда отожествление понятий «Компьютерное устройство для игр» и «консоль» было нормой. Nintendo сделали «Family Computer», Sony сделали MSX. А консоль NEC называлась PC Engine. Компьютер был консолью, а консоль была компьютером. К той же эпохе принадлежал и NEC-98. Вполне сравнимый с TurboGrafx-16 [ещё одно название PC Engine — пр. пер.]. Программисты и фанаты использовали каждую долю ресурсов системы, которой они обладали, NEC TurboGrafx-16 или NEC 98, и использовали их до пределов, максимально утоляя свои отаку-вкусы тем, что цифровой мир мог им предоставить. Изображение Вот Kiki KaiKai. Знаменательная японская видеоигра. Про жрицу в мире неуправляемых ёкаев. Это история про маленькую моэ мико вдохновила многих. Тёплые воспоминания о старых временах тоже плотно укоренились в культуре отаку. Сделанная для MSX, PC-Engine и Famicom. Для всех компьютерных систем. Даже не признанная тайтлом, заслуживающим внимания. Она уже находилась в нише игр для хардкорного игрока. Идеальная «японофильская» игра. В те времена, когда классический гейминг уже во многом считался нишевым. Kiki Kaikai действительно была уникальным чудом, приводящим в восторг лишь ограниченный круг геймеров с особым вкусом. Наполненная японской мифологией, как Okami для своего времени. Кроме того являясь вариацией STG, которые и сейчас остаются классическим нишевым жанром для геймеров. Игра была практически Action-STG. Фанаты шутеров и других классических игр всегда имели собственную нишевую субкультуру, отличную от многого другого. Они были очень хардкорным и специфическим коллективом отаку, что оказалось способным оставить свой отпечаток, достаточный для того, чтобы благодаря вдохновению этой девочки на свет появились Восточные приключения Рейму Хакурей. Дальней родственницы Саё. Люди создавали множество додзин-работ для NEC 98-PC. В период, когда геймеры и создатели шли рука об руку, Touhou была одной из этих игр. Продукт классических игр, и продукт додзин, инди создателей. Когда другие делали симуляторы свиданий для 98, простые тайтлы для MSX. Touhou была додзин-ответом на Kiki Kaikai. Продолжением этого духа. И в этом она преупела даже гораздо больше, чем Pocky & Rocky. Додзин-сообщество было продолжением этой практически коммунальной ниши. Связанное с происхождением гейминга и классичностью. И STG фэндомом. Любая нишевая классика развивает пылкое последование. Но STG и додзин-работы в особенности. И ZUN был необыкновенным. Нечто вроде местной легенды, команда, или персона? Вовлечённые стали частью скрытой, расплывчатой команды фэндома. Это было тем, за что они могли держаться, когда большие компании забирали у них их франшизы. Они бы не стерпели, если кто-то бы им прислал письмо с просьбой остановиться и воздержаться от создания Chrono Break. Это принадлежало им, хардкорный игровой фэндом, который удовлетворял их неменяющиеся вкусы, который всегда мог бы принадлежать им. Такого рода фэндом развил в себе практически рыцарское последование. И фэндом Touhou естественным путём стал важной фигурой в мафии хардкорного нишевого гейминга. Время шло, этот «пароль» хардкорного гейминга распространялся. Распространялся фэндом. И в какой-то момент технология открыла занавес фэндома для взгляда всего сообщества отаку. На свет вышли многочисленные Touhou работы, созданные за многие годы преданными последователями. Кот был вынут из мешка, и Чен доставляла радость тысячам зрителей на NicoNico. Маленькие работы, которые представляли их верно, теперь становились обложкой и лицом всего сообщества отаку. И один за всех и все за одного. Представляя ностальгию, происхождение, и то, что значит быть отаку для тех, кто были помоложе и эти вещи были для них в новинку. Это тот тип наследия, который не обязательно должна иметь большая компания с их точки зрения. Процветение феномена отаку самого по себе. В тот момент, как стартовал бум моэ, определенно именно подобные вещи были его и представляли. И так, как идея от фаната к фанату, с тем, что больше людей использовали интернет и современные технологии куда больше, чем раньше, вирус распространялся. Секретное чудо, о котором все знали, Touhou была интересным мемом сенсации. Так почему Touhou так известна? Почему Touhou представляет отаку? Именно потому, что гораздо чище чем что-либо ещё, она принадлежала им с самого начала. Но я лишь рассказываю истории… каково настоящее лицо мифологии Touhou?]]> Wed, 27 Dec 2017 23:26:48 +0300 Translation Publication Touhou Project Fandom Почему Touhou-игры так популярны? Затянутый анализ /blog/publications/3272.html /blog/publications/3272.html Shishiki Изображение Оригинальный пост Doodger на /r/touhou Фотографии с Тохо-стенда Phantasy Shrine на Fan Expo 2017 в Одессе Здравствуйте! Немало моих друзей, не относящихся к отаку, либо аниме-хейтеров, спрашивали, почему мне так сильно нравится Touhou, или почему она вообще популярна. В то же самое время я сам изучал парадокс того, почему Тохо-играми люди наслаждаются гораздо меньше, чем вселенной вокруг них. Это короткий текст, который я об этом написал. Он не до конца выверен, но мне бы хотелось поднять основные идеи и узнать, резонируют ли они с такими же фанатами Touhou как я. Для несведующих популярность серии Touhou Project может быть непонятной. Как серия странных инди шут-эм-апов смогла стать настолько известной? Ещё более странным кажется то, почему значительному числу фанатов («секондерей») нравится сеттинг даже при том, что они не играли в оригинальные игры. Я бы хотел сперва поговорить про сами игры. Тохо не стала популярной в вакууме. Хоть я мог бы говорить часами о расширенной вселенной, огромном объеме времени и креативности, вложенной в фанатскую мангу, музыку, видео и даже в игры, думаю важнее обдумать то, как эта вселенная зародилась. Для тех, кто не знает — Touhou это серия shoot 'em up игр, сделанная японцем с никнеймом ZUN. Он кодит игры, сочиняет музыку и отважно пытается рисовать. Почему же его работы стали так сильно нравиться людям? Игры и эскапизм По интернету витает недовольство тем, что Touhou — весьма заурядные скролл-шутеры, без глубокой механики или сложности. В некотором смысле это верно, но я бы хотел начать с утверждения о том, что серия Touhou цепляет игрока за счёт эскапизма, а не геймплея. По определению Merriam-Webster [американский издатель справочников — пр. пер.] эскапизм — это деятельность или форма развлечения, позволяющая людям забыть о реальных жизненных проблемах. В здоровом количестве эскапизм это очень даже весело. После целой недели школы или работы, среднестатистический человек будет рад насладиться погружению в другой мир, где его житейские проблемы покажутся сравнительно ничтожными. Видеоигры это очень хорошая форма эскапизма; неважно, бегаешь ли ты по загрязненным локациям, собирая противогазы и пули, чтобы отбиваться от мутантов в руинах Москвы, изучаешь мир Азерота или являешься решающим проблемы галактики капитаном космолёта, игры производят этот эскапизм множеством различных методов. При грамотном подходе один только геймплей может предоставить информацию о мире не хуже лучших писателей, актёров и художников. Конечно, далеко не все игры — о эскапизме (в голову приходит Тетрис), но я ставлю на то, что эскапизм — это то, что получается у Touhou лучше всего. Тохо действительно гораздо больше, чем лишь сумма всех компонентов — возьмите отличную музыку, яркие визуальные эффекты и быстрый динамичный геймплей — в объединении этих элементов создаётся мир, в котором игрок может потеряться на несколько минут, если он пытается пройти 6 уровней в один заход. Да, существуют игры с впечатляющей графикой, или игры с более отполированной механикой, но Touhou удаётся побить многих других в том аспекте, как это всё сходится вместе. Touhou и построение мира На первый взгляд может показаться смешным утверждение о том, что Touhou обладает богатым и проработанным миром. Сюжет каждой игры начинается с .txt файла, где говорится о какой-то Катастрофе, что началась в фэнтезийном мире Генсокё. Главные персонажи Рейму и Мариса отправляются, чтобы решить проблему, пройдя 6 уровней. Каждый босс вводится в игру со странным артом и несколькими строчками практически бессмысленного диалога, перед тем как начать стрелять по тебе сотнями цветных пуль. Нет никаких специальных катсцен, аудиодневников, рассказывающих о мире, озвучки от крутых актёров. Но практически каждый тохофан может назвать пять-шесть персонажей, которые ему действительно понравились. Как такое может быть? Метод построения мира ZUN'а весьма отличается от, скажем, Толкина. Толкин создал необъятный мир, и заполнил сотни лет его истории, создав в процессе один из наиболее популярных и влиятельных сеттингов в истории художественной литературы. С другой стороны, у меня чувство, что мир Touhou во многом центрирован вокруг его безумных персонажей. Генсокё знаменит тем, что забит до отказа монстрами, богами, волшебниками и широким спектром других сверхъестественных существ… все из которых оказываются девушками с варьирующемся возрастом и личностями, но практически каждая из них наслаждается сражениями и хаосом. Пара главных героинь — не исключение из этого правила; практически каждая игра начинается с того, как они шатаются по округе, сражаясь со всеми, кто им встретится, пока они не наткнутся на основной сюжет. Одна из них саркастичная и беспечная жрица, которая вынуждена занять роль разрешателя проблем для остального населения, и для которой разрешение проблем заключается в избиении любого из враждебно настроенных. Другая — стреляющая во всё подряд клептоманка, что решает проблемы лазерами и взрывами. На протяжении нескольких игр они встречают и сражаются с минатюрным пьяным гигантом, что-то затеявшей вампиршей; принцессой нежити, что украла весну; изгнанным бессмертным, укравшим Луну; буддийским святым и вороной с ядерным реактором, не говоря уже о их подопечных. Битвы происходят в формате ярких цветных заклинаний под ритм превосходной музыки. Изображение Как уже говорилось, персонажам не даётся больше, чем несколько строчек текста в основных играх. Однако они остаются хорошо проработанными. Музыка является важной частью этого. Фландр, психопатичная вампирка, обладает игривой и несколько жуткой темой. Её старшая сестра пытается убить тебя под величественную тему, звучащую как классическая музыка, когда ты паришь над её готическим особняком. После медитативной мелодии уровня появляется самурай Ёму, которая пытается разрубить тебя пополам под зловещую мрачную музыку. Бой с богиней Канако выполнен в величественной и эпичной манере, и музыка соответствует тому, как ты перестреливаешься с древней богиней. Пытающихся тебя разорвать мифологических существ характеризируют и различные атаки. В играх большое число паттернов пуль, и практически у каждого персонажа можно выделить стратегию, с помощью которой он пытается лишить тебя очередной драгоценной жизни. Утончённая принцесса Кагуя сражается с тобой используя сокровища, ассоциируемые с её легендой, топя тебя в радужных пулях. Самурай Ёму использует головокружительные удары мечом, такие, что игра замедляется, чтобы ты почувствовал, каким крутым мастерством она обладает. И даже главные персонажи не являются исключением: в одной из игр появляется Мариса или Рейму для того, чтобы сразиться с тобой. Мариса использует множество пуль-звёзд, после чего агрессивно накрывает половину экрана лазерными лучами. С другой стороны, атаки Рейму это хитрые преграды из амулетов, отражающие её несколько неприветливую и отстранённую натуру. Это всё — в деталях, и Touhou использует все доступные методы для достижения этого. Музыкальные треки используют странные, загадочные или вызывающие ассициации названия («А.Н. Оним был девушкой?», «Поле боя Сувы», «Ностальгическая кровь Востока», «Солнечная секта мистической мудрости»). Каждая атака персонажа имеет своё собственное имя и описание от ZUN'а. Большая их часть отсылает к японской мифологии, эзотерическим буддийским сектам, физике элементарных частиц, мировой истории, городским легендам, популярной культуре или теориям психоаналитики. Персонажи это то, что Touhou делает лучше всего, и их огромное количество — причина, по которой игроки привязываются хоть к нескольким. По моей теории этому способствует неопределенная природа канона. ZUN намекает игроку на многие вещи о своих персонажах, но одновременно игрок волен свободно иметь собственную интерпретацию о множестве сверхъестественных девушек, что пытаются его взорвать. Например, мне очень нравится Моко, та, что бессмертна. Является ли она отрешённой, изолированной фигурой, что не желает контактировать с другими, потому что она чувствует себя одинокой в своей бессмертной жизни? Или же она вспылчивая девушка, чьей единственной мыслью являются бесполезные попытки отомстить своей бессмертной противнице, оказавшейся в том же положении? Я думаю, что сюжеты с открытым концом хорошо подходят ко многим играм, потому что геймеры могут играть в одну игру раз за разом. Выслушивание одной и той же истории может наскучить. Однако такой тип рассказа, использующий окружение, как в играх вроде Dark Souls, Metro 2033, или, конечно, Touhou, позволяет сохранять идеи свежими, давая игроку шанс узнать тем больше частей истории, чем больше он уделяет этому времени. Изображение Bullet hell и сторителлинг Итак, после всего сказанного, я надеюсь что можно сделать аргумент о том, что мир и история в Touhou это её основная причина привлекательности. Почему же тогда нужно было делать её bullet hell игрой? Почему не RPG, не Action-adventure, или любой другой жанр, который бы лучше подходил для рассказа истории? Причина в том, что Touhou не может быть чем либо ещё кроме как bullet hell игрой. Сама идея о скрытом мире, где сверхъестественые существа утоляют свою скуку, устраивая беспорядки, сражаясь с главными героинями ради острых ощущений нарочно создана именно для игры shoot'em up жанра. Это оправдывает эпизодическую природу игр, где новая угроза вводится, с ней справляются (обильно поливая магией), и она забывается. Это позволяет вводить в каждой игре новых персонажей, больше музыки и ещё больше магического ада пуль. Bullet hell формат позволяет почувствовать то же давление, через которое проходят главные героини. Кульминация каждой игры предполагает встречу лицом к лицу с богоподобным существом после прорыва через ряды его приспешников, и победу. Чтобы её достигнуть, игроку необходимо пройти несколько уровней последовательно увеличивающихся больших проблем, балансируя на сокращающихся ресурсах. Это помогает построить таинственную атмосферу неприступности за каждым боссом. Ты вступаешь на древнее поле боя, где раньше сражались боги, готовый встретить своего финального противника; ты буквально проходишь через Ад, готовясь к финальной битве; тебе удаётся прорваться через Мир мёртвых чтобы достигнуть финального босса. У тебя осталось лишь несколько жизней, и перед тобой стоит найсильнейший враг. Готов ли ты к этому? Достаточно ли крутая из тебя жрица/волшебница, чтобы спасти мир? Финальная польза этого жанра в том, что он развивает близкие отношения с персонажами. Потребуются часы, чтобы пройти каждого босса, который есть в игре. Это даёт игроку много времени, чтобы узнать побольше о каждом персонаже, узнать, какие ему нравится, какие нет… а какие пугают до полусмерти в бою. После пяти часов практики боя с безумной девочкой-вампиром со способностью уничтожать всё что угодно, тяжело оставаться равнодушным к персонажам. Вот так всё и обстоит! Это причины, почему Touhou стала такой популярной, и почему будет преступлением не уделять внимание играм на фоне хайпа.]]> Sun, 24 Dec 2017 16:58:46 +0300 Publication Translation Fandom Touhou Project Додзин-музыка Touhou Project для нормальных людей /blog/publications/3269.html /blog/publications/3269.html Shishiki Изображение Оригинал публикации в блоге kbnet Нормальных людей как ты. Как я? Как ты, целевая аудитория. Итак, я попытаюсь тебе кое-что продать, и надеюсь, что не буду слишком навязычивым. Ты быстро разберёшься, подходит оно тебе или нет. Ну что-ж, давай. Итак, целевая аудитория, ты читаешь блог [в оригинале — tumblr; прим. пер.] (по какой-то невнятной причине) и ты читаешь это, что значит что ты сюда приходишь не исключительно ради порно-блогов. Не то, чтобы ты сильно увлекался аниме, не то чтобы ты там какой-нибудь гик, а может быть ты некий другой сорт гика. Однако, тебе нравится музыка. Да ну? Нравится. Насколько ты увлекаешься музыкой? Ну, у меня нет подписки на Pitchfork или вроде того, но у меня есть определённые вкусы, и я в них разбираюсь в них довольно хорошо. Вот и отлично, поскольку в этом случае в твоей жизни (и на твоём жёстком диске) возможно найдётся место для Touhou додзин-музыки! Так, тебя стоит остановить здесь и сейчас. Что за Touhou и что такое додзин-музыка? Всё, что тебе нужно знать об этом это то, что Touhou — японская аркадная игра с отличной музыкой и культовым статусом в Японии. Это не столь важно, не беспокойся. Сцена Touhou додзин-музыки это инди-сцена, где разные исполнители — преимущественно японцы — записывают аранжировки музыки из игр. Слово «додзин» в конкретном случае можно перевести как «инди». Лол, и с чего бы тебе не назвать это просто «Тохо инди-музыкой»? Это вообще легально? В смысле, создатель должен получать какие-то отчисления? Да, ты можешь называть это «Тохо инди-музыкой», но слово «инди» имеет некоторые жанровые коннотации. К тому же определённые фанаты не любят переводить японские слова на отлично соответствующие им английские, но мы сейчас не об этом. Всё это легально по японским законам, и с одобрения создателя. Уверен, он всё же не получает отчислений, иначе он был бы сказочно богат. Довольно уныло, правда? Лол да, мне было бы уныло, будь я им. Но с чего мне об этом вообще беспокоиться? Дело в том, что сцена додзин-музыки Touhou Project уникальна среди всех иных сцен. Для любого жанра, о котором ты бы не мог подумать, существует Тохо-кружок [circle, додзин-группа — пр. пер.], записывающий в нём аранжировки, и записывающий их так, как не делает никто иной в мире. Правда? Если это лишь аранжировки, то какие тут могут быть инновации? Звучит удушающе. Почему это я должен обратить внимание именно на это? Ну, эта сцена находится на весьма определенном пересечении художественных влияний. Взять например ShibayanRecords. Ты можешь сравнить его с многими исполнителями nu-disco или French house, но он не относится ни к одним, ни к другим. Он — всё сразу, если смотреть через линзы японского EDM, музыку Touhou-игр и восприятие конкретного гика, который бы всем этим увлекался. Это звучит довольно странно, поскольку это действительно странно. Хорошо, что ты тот человек, которому нравится несколько странная музыка, так? В любом случае, похоже это личное предпочтение, нравится ли тебе слышать одну и ту же тему каждый раз, но это не столь важно, как ты бы мог подумать. В Touhou так много композиций, и они преисполнены такой сложности, что это рождает богатую почву, над которой можно работать. Зачастую нельзя даже понять, на каком треке была основана та или иная композиция. Но это тебе судить. Ну ладно. И откуда мне начать вливаться во всё это? Bandcamp? Soundcloud? Покажи мне правильное направление. Ну, чтобы прочувствовать почву, ты можешь попробовать послушать некоторые треки на Youtube. Какие конкретно? Это уже зависит от твоих предпочтений. Тебе нравится французский хаус? Отлично. ShibayanRecords. Гранж? ButaOtome. Прогрессивный рок? Diao ye Zong, а может быть Tsugumi/Sally/AdamKadmon/какой-либо ещё очередной идентичный проект, который WANI и NSY начали на этой неделе. Прогрессивный/техничный метал? Demetori. Сладж-метал? UI-70 (пока они всё ещё были круты). Брейкбит и странные атмосферные электронные штуки? AramiTama. Я могу продолжить, но- Из коллекции пользователя DoujinStyle Изображение О-ох, подожди-ка секунду. Сперва, что это за дела с анимешными девочками? Это персонажи из игры. Если ты не фан, то придётся смириться с этим. Они же обычно на обложках альбомов. В играх они, как правило, выглядят совершенно не так, что довольно забавно само по себе. Ну хорошо, я смирюсь. Хреновы анимешники. Ну ладно, это всё круто и вообще, но есть ли у тебя что-нибудь… я не знаю… более нормальное? Конечно, дружище. Если у меня была возможность поставить hatsunetsumiko на радио, я бы сделал это незамедлительно. EastNewSound сейчас довольно круто отжигают поп-транс поздних 90-х. Тем временем Zytokine последнее время делали действительно чудовищное количество неплохого данс-попа. Как у них вообще остаётся время но сон? Здесь очень широкий выбор, вот что я хочу сказать. В любом случае, если ты находишь исполнителя, что тебе нравится, проверь его страницу на touhouwiki [или vgmdb — пр. пер.], дабы найти его дискографию. Эти страницы могут быть не всегда обновлены до актуального состояния, но их обычно обновляют, и это очень полезно для того чтобы поискать поглубже. Надо же, мне практически не стыдно это слушать! Но скажи, как сильно ты здесь занимаешься черрипикингом? Сколько плохих яблок в корзине? Хе-хе, «Плохих яблок». Ну, линкрилейтед начали скатываться вниз довольно быстро около двух лет назад [публикация 2015 г. — пр. пер.]. Я бы сказал, что сейчас есть около 30 кружков, за которыми стоит следить, и большое число средненьких. Никто не может согласиться какие есть какие, конечно. И действительно, далеко не все вещи одинаково хорошо представлены на этой сцене. Больше всего в целом электронной музыки и метала, поскольку именно с этими жанрами саундтреки Touhou сочетаются особенно хорошо. С другими жанрами иначе — например с джазом. Есть серия «ревущего джаза» Tokyo Active NEETs, Unlucky Morpheus выпустили один действительно классный джаз-фьюжн альбом, а за пределами этого? По сути — лёгкая музыка. Ну ладно, по крайней мере я не буду сжигать уж слишком много денег на это. На самом деле довольно сложно сжечь хоть немного денег на это. Создатель Touhou хочет, чтобы это оставалось японской темой, и потому он не одобряет прямые зарубежные продажи исполнителей. Подожди, что? Ну и чепуха. Да, дружище. Импортировать можно, но обычно это довольно затруднительно, особенно если ты не читаешь по-японски. Эти альбомы обычно продаются на больших мероприятиях, таких как Comiket и Reitaisai, которые по сути являют собой большие рынки для фанатских работ всех сортов. Поэтому многие вещи что ты видишь онлайн находятся в консигнационных магазинах, которые не отправляют товары за границу всё равно. Иногда этого можно избегать, но большую часть своего времени тебе придётся доставать музыку ~и н ы м и м е т о д а м и~. Чтобы я? Скачивал музыку нелегально? Безумно, правда? Как я и говорил, иногда ты можешь импортировать кое-что, и исполнители часто делают всё, чтобы нам помочь, ну знаешь, дать им наши деньги. Не то, чтобы ты вот совсем не можешь эти альбомы купить. Изображение Так что не говори, что я тебя к этому побудил, но если ты не чувствуешь, что готов импортировать, тогда просто жди, когда будет проводиться Комикет или Рейтайсай и проверь DoujinStyle и доску /jp/ на 4chan'е. DoujinStyle обычно более организован (и значительно менее сварлив). Там будет тред, где люди постят рипы новых релизов. Более старые вещи? Обычно в Google можно найти ссылки на загрузки. Предположительно на DoujinStyle есть архив старой музыки, но половина ссылок сломана, потому что >mediafire. Звучит проблематично. Это не так. Вот последний тред загрузок с Комикета. Видишь какой он классный и организованный? Ты можешь иметь некоторое представление о исполнителях, которые тебе нравятся, по Ютубу, но обычно исполнители постят crossfade-превью (xfds) своих альбомов на собственных сайтах незадолго до релиза, чтобы ты мог узнать, что тебя ожидает. Обычно на это даются ссылки. Если не в треде загрузок, то в треде превью. Ха-ха, ладно, ты прав. Но когда происходят эти мероприятия? Я должен читать эти форумы, пока что-нибудь не произойдёт? Ну, Комикет проходит два раза в год: обычно в выходной день 15 августа, затем в выходной 1 января. Рейтайсай более случаен, но обычно его ожидают с середины до конца мая. Это большие, но иногда исполнители релизят свои альбомы и на других мероприятиях, о которых ты уже можешь узнать сам. Здорово. И ты не шутил, многие из этих людей действительно серьёзные музыканты. Как много из них делают собственную оригинальную музыку? Обычно у них один-два оригинальных альбома. Я не хочу тебя нагружать списком имён, но помнишь ButaOtome? Они преимущественно выпускают оригинальные работы. Но, чтобы я мои слова не наводили на неверные мысли, в Тохо додзин-сцене потенциально столько же денег, сколько и где либо ещё, так что это привлекает людей, которые воспринимают её серьёзно. Не то чтобы (обычно) эти люди не могли бы преуспеть где-либо ещё. Это просто то, чем им нравится заниматься. Я не стал бы предполагать, что деньги имеют какое-то отношение к серьёзности подхода. И ещё меньше к тому, что они просто хорошо играют. Это правда. Ну а что насчёт западных кружков? Такие существуют? Ну да, поскольку такая значительная часть рынка привязана к японским продажам, их не так много. Обычно их постят в тредах DoujinStyle с ссылками на их bandcamp, иногда самими же исполнителями. cYsmix, к примеру. Класс. Так ты заканчиваешь? Да. Больше говорить об этом будет уже пустой болтовнёй, поверь мне. Будто бы ты этим сейчас не занимался. Лол, и правда ведь. Просто пойди и послушай музыку. Потом всё разложится по полочкам само. Хорошо? Хорошо.]]> Mon, 18 Dec 2017 05:03:15 +0300 doujin music Touhou Project Otaku Publication Translation


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tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171867199723117901Sat, 05 Oct 2024 01:57:39 +0000Debs does Kilimanjaro!The highs and lows of my part in 4pinkbras Kilimanjaro challenge, raising £25,680 for Breakthrough Breast Cancer.noreply@blogger.com (4pinkbras)Blogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171867199723117901.post-1437115238981960330Sun, 10 Oct 2010 11:41:00 +00002010-10-10T05:03:43.914-07:00Day 10/11 - 25th/26th September 2010<div class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span lang="EN-GB">And now the end is near…<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">We’d been told that we had to check out of the hotel by 10 am so after what was a late night getting up and sorted wasn’t exactly what we wanted to do. Helen and I reluctantly dragged ourselves out of bed and began packing our kit bags for the final time. It seemed strange that it was all coming to an end. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Everyone in the breakfast hall seemed subdued and it was obvious that other people were feeling the same. Eventually the conversation got around to the previous nights events and it sounded as though Scotty and Paul had got up to more mischief after we had left the bar…which ended up with poor Gemma finding a giraffe in her room which, in her semi conscious state, had scared her half to death!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">The breakfast offering was a terrible as it had been every other day but that didn’t stop Ram tucking in to a plate of six fried eggs…he’d obviously been missing his protein on the mountain!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">After breakfast we literally dragged our kit bags down the stairs and through to the reception ready for loading aboard the buses later in the day…my mind wandered back to the first day when the girl, no older than 12, had carried my kit bag to my room and I felt slightly ashamed.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">We were not due to be collected for the transfer to Kili airport until about 4.30 so we had several hours to kill and as the weather was quite good everyone gathered around the pool, drinking beer, chatting and listening to music. You could tell that everyone was beginning to think of home and were sad that our amazing adventure was nearly over. It was while we were sat there that Megan decided to look at her flight details to see what time the actual flight from Kilimanjaro to Nairobi was. We couldn’t believe it when her bit of paper said that she was on the 3.30pm flight! Everyone hurriedly got out their own details and we discovered that 7 of the group were on a different flight to everyone else and if they were going to get it they needed to leave the hotel in the next half hour. Thankfully Jenny, the trek leader, was still at the hotel and quickly organised a bus to take them. I was completely gutted because out of the 4pinkbras I was the only one on the later flight which meant that we were being separated again.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Goodbyes were hurriedly said and everyone was bundled onto the bus. They would have a 7 hour wait at Nairobi until we arrived later to meet them and I didn’t envy them, it was the worst airport on the planet. The rest of the day passed slowly but gave me a chance to chat to a few people that I hadn’t really had the chance to before, Paul D, Lynn, Gilly, Matt and Claire. We eventually left the hotel, with one last group photo on the steps and headed for Kilimanjaro airport. I sat next to Scotty on the bus and we discussed the last week and our two differing journeys and I continued to be proud of being his Kili Mum.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">The wait at Kilimanjaro seemed to take forever, not helped by our flight being delayed, according to the announcement ‘for personal reasons!’ – only in Africa!!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">We landed in Nairobi and I rushed to meet the rest of the group. We knew they would be camped in the café that Scotty and Paul had found on the way out. It was great to see them all and we sat chatting for an hour until it was time to board the flight. Once again we were scattered all over the place on the plane and I ended up sitting with Paul L and Matt. I was asleep before we left the ground, something that had never happened to me before!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Landing back in the UK the following morning reality began to sink in. We were home and it would soon be time to say goodbye to all the people we had become close to over the last 10 days. There were hugs and plenty of tears. Seeing grown men cry is always hard and in the highly emotional state I had found myself over the last week it certainly wasn’t easy now.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">My family were waiting for me at the exit and I literally threw myself at my husband, so relieved and glad to see him. It was brilliant to see the kids too and I embarrassed my daughter by asking Scotty to marry her…never mind the fact that she is only 15!! I pretty much ran out of the terminal, not because I couldn’t wait to get away, but because I couldn’t bear to say goodbye.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">The last 10 days had been an amazing adventure. Completely different from the one I had gone for but amazing all the same. At times I felt totally traumatised, at others totally elated. It had been the most awesome, tortuous, brilliant, terrible, long, short, worst and best 10 days ever and I knew that it had changed me for good.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Sharing that experience with such wonderful people had made it incredibly special. I need to thank Helen in particular for keeping me sane when my emotions were running wild and Annemarie and Audra for going along with the mad idea in the first place and succeeding so brilliantly, I couldn't be more proud! &nbsp;Helen's adventurous nature meant that our week on Kili had been an incredible one, one that I will never forget, but I can tell you without a shadow of a doubt it will be one that I will NEVER repeat!!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal"><a href="; imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="; width="320" /></a><span lang="EN-GB">To the rest of my Kili family, I love you all xxxx<o:p></o:p></span></div>2010/10/day-1011-25th26th-september-2010.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (4pinkbras)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171867199723117901.post-36180018027689235Sat, 09 Oct 2010 17:43:00 +00002010-10-10T05:47:02.034-07:00Day 9 - 24th September 2010<div class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span lang="EN-GB">The Kili family get together<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">I woke up feeling more positive than I had all week, probably because I knew that everyone was on their way down from the mountain. We had been told that the first of the guys would be arriving back at Marangu gate by 2pm so we had the morning to while away. The sun had finally decided to put in an appearance so after breakfast everyone gathered by the pool for a bit of sunshine. It was actually too hot to sit in for long, so I found a bit of shade and plugged myself into my i-pod.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">The AWC man arrived to inform us that he was unable to organise a bus to take us to the gate and that we would have to arrange a taxi ourselves. Donna, Paula and Karen decided that they didn’t want to go so it would just be the four of us, myself, Helen, Ronnie and Kirsty. I must admit that I found it difficult to understand why they wouldn’t want to be there to meet everyone, especially to see Kim who had summited without her buddies. Ok we hadn’t achieved what we’d come out here for but that shouldn’t stop us congratulating everyone else and I wouldn’t miss it for the world. We had left our close friends up there and knew they would be feeling absolutely shattered at the end of a hard 19km walk out today. I personally couldn’t wait to see everyone, to hear their stories and celebrate their wonderful achievement. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Organising a taxi seemed to be the hardest thing in the world and it looked at one point as though we wouldn’t be able to go. I was gutted, however AWC man came back mid morning and said that a minibus would be arriving at 1pm to take us to the gate. Helen and I decided to buy everyone a bottle of water and excitedly set off with Ronnie and Kirsty. On the way to the gate we saw a magnificent view of Kibo and Mawenzi so got the driver to stop. It hadn’t been until that very morning that I had actually seen Kilimanjaro in its full glory and I couldn’t quite comprehend that the rest of the group had been at the top just the night before.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Arriving at the gate we thought we would have about an hour wait until anyone came through. There were lots of other trekkers from other groups milling about, all looking a bit shell shocked. We decided to take a look around to find exactly the point where we would have the best chance of spotting one of our guys. It was at this point that I heard someone shouting “Debbie”. I had one of those ‘please don’t tell me I’ve just bumped into someone from home moments’ when I saw Paul Davies come sauntering over looking as fresh as a daisy! We all had a bit of an over excited moment at that point and he downed a bottle of water followed by a bottle of Kili beer! He looked like he’d lost a lot of weight but looked absolutely amazing. He had ran down the last bit and thought the others would be about half an hour behind. It wasn’t long before, Scotty, Paul L, Ram, Megan and Gilly arrived too. It was so great to see them all and it was hugs all round. Scotty looked completely wasted, I’d never seen anyone look so tired and still being able to walk! I was so relieved to see Paul and to know that he was safe too and I was so, so glad we had gone. It seemed to raise everyone’s spirit and even though the group had been parted earlier in the week I felt like it was back to being whole again.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Others were arriving, stories being exchanged, water and beers being drunk, photos being taken. The most heart warming reunion took place between Kirsty and her Dad Ivie. They both looked equally proud of each other and had grins from ear to ear. I suddenly heard my name once again and was told that Annemarie and Audra were coming through. Helen and I rushed to the gate and I don’t even have the words to describe how brilliant it was to see them. They looked absolutely knackered and the filthiest they had ever been. We hugged, laughed and cried all at the same time. Perfect.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Once everyone had arrived, Jenny signed the book and we all climbed aboard the buses to take us back to the hotel. It was brilliant to hear everyone’s tales and the group spirit seemed really high, despite the exhaustion on their faces.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">We arrived back at the hotel at about 4.30 and everyone scurried off to find their rooms and spend the next few hours trying to get clean.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">We met at 7pm for a celebration dinner, where certificates were handed out to all those who’d summited and medals given to everyone for participating. It was a nice gesture and set us all up for retiring to the bar for a few drinks!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">I had taken up drinking Kilimanjaro beer whilst on this trip…mainly because there was a t-shirt in the hotel shop that had the slogan ‘if you can’t climb it…drink it’! and was happy to sit in front of the chimnea chatting and having a laugh in to the early hours. The drinks flowed and every one was having a great time. The power kept coming and going so when it went off once again Megan stood and gave us a rendition of The Penguin Song, a favourite from the mountain! It was hilarious and Megan did so well to keep it going when the power came back on and she was in full view for the whole bar to see! As the night went on, Scotty and Paul got funnier and funnier and we giggled like school kids as they moved all the wooden animals about the hotel, beers and vodka (in Scotty’s case) obviously making this a lot funnier than it sounds now! It had been the perfect end to a perfect day.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">As Helen and I headed back to our room we agreed that it had been a brilliant night and how sad it was that tomorrow we would all be heading home. Our adventure was nearly over.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="; imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="; width="320" /></a></div><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="; imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="; width="320" /></a></div><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="; imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="; width="320" /></a></div><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="; imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="; width="320" /></a></div><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="; imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="; width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div>2010/10/day-9-24th-september-2010.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (4pinkbras)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171867199723117901.post-4679021930393406733Fri, 08 Oct 2010 18:45:00 +00002010-10-09T10:52:55.629-07:00Day 8 - 23rd September 2010<div class="MsoNormal"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="; imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="; width="240" /></a></div><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="; imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="; width="320" /></a></div><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="; imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="; width="320" /></a></div><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="; imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="; width="320" /></a></div><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span lang="EN-GB">News from the summit<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">They did it!! We received a text at 8.30 am telling us that Audra, Annemarie and Paul had made the summit, it read:<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">We did it in eight hours, bloody tough but worth it. Feel a bit sick and got a bad head. Got an eight hour walk to next camp now, love to you both x<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">I can’t tell you how wonderful it was to get that message. I was so proud of them all I could burst and immediately text back to tell them how bloody amazing they were. It was so great to be able to text home and let all their families know that they had achieved something so awesome.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">News came later that everyone except Scotty, Megan and Claire had made the summit and I really felt for those guys, knowing they were so near and yet so far. I hoped that Scotty and Megan wouldn’t beat themselves up over missing out on a photo by a piece of wood and that they would focus on what they had achieved at such a young age.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Karen arrived during that morning and we all gathered round to hear her story and see how she was. It was clear that it was no party up there and Karen was shell shocked that she had seen a lady at deaths door on the trek down. We heard later that someone had died that day and it seemed more than likely that it was the lady Karen had seen.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">I felt for Kim who had stayed on the mountain and made the summit on her own having had Donna, Paula and then Karen taken down from her group. At least Annemarie and Audra had each other.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">We excitedly made plans to go to the Marangu gate to meet everyone as they arrived back and asked the main man from the African Walking Company to make sure we were there at the right time. The day went by in a bit of a blur to be honest and I can’t really think of anything that happened. I had developed a chesty cough, not surprising really given the amount of chest infections around me, so when Helen took herself and Embesi off to another more local hospital to check out what facilities they had I decided to sit by the pool, the weather having made a turn for the better.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">My ipod got a good airing that day as I switched my ears off to all going on around me. I couldn’t wait to see the others and I sat wishing the day away.<o:p></o:p></span></div>2010/10/day-8-23rd-september-2010.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (4pinkbras)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171867199723117901.post-3979410931929555739Fri, 08 Oct 2010 16:42:00 +00002010-10-08T09:56:58.389-07:00Day 7 - 22nd September 2010<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="; imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="; width="320" /></a></div><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="; imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="; width="320" /></a></div><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="; imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="; width="320" /></a></div><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="; imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="; width="320" /></a></div><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="; imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="; width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span lang="EN-GB">Back to school</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Helen and I decided that we wanted to make the most of being in Tanzania and to soak up as much of the local culture as possible and with this in mind asked Embesi to arrange for us to visit a local primary school. Ronnie needed to rest and the others girls weren’t up for joining us so the pair of us put on our walking boots again (we were still wearing the same clothes as we had all week, with the odd t-shirt change here and there!) and trekked out of the hotel up the track towards the school. The sign for the school was just up from the hotel, past Mammas place and we thought we would be there within 10 minutes. Wrong!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">As we got to the top of the track we turned off the path and headed into the jungle at the foothills of Kilimanjaro. Neither of us had brought our walking poles and found it quite difficult to negotiate the steep muddy track that had been made worse with the heavy downpour we had had earlier that morning. Embesi had never been to the school either so our ‘guide’ was basically going on instinct as we made our way up the hill. Half way up we came across a lady with a little girl. Embesi spoke to her and we discovered that her daughter was unwell and they were heading for a medical centre next to the primary school. This lady just smiled at us as we continued on, slipping every few paces, looking ever the novice trekkers! She however, managed to stay dignified and upright in her flip flops whilst carrying the child across her shoulders!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">We eventually came across a clearing and two young boys came cautiously towards us to help direct us to the school. As we approached the school it was obvious that it was a lot bigger than we thought it was going to be. We had emptied our Kili stash of sweets into two carrier bags thinking that there may be enough to go round but we later found out that there were 600 children in attendance at the school. A few of the younger ones were coming out of school and heading back down the hill for home. They stopped to stare at us and we offered them jelly babies. I had to eat one myself before they took their chance but it was smiles all round once they had got the taste! We took some photos and they were so excited to see themselves on the screen it was heart warming. I wondered what they made of these strange white women and hoped that they didn’t feel patronised in anyway.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">We headed in to the school grounds, past a football pitch with goals made of sticks and I immediately thought of Scotty. I knew he would love to be here and to have a game of footie with these kids and thought it was such a shame that those still on the mountain wouldn’t share in this wonderful experience. The headmaster’s office beckoned and the lovely, big smiling, Tim welcomed us to his school. An Oxford University calendar was hung on the wall and Tim looked at us with some reverence when we said we lived in Oxford! He gratefully accepted the bags of sweets but explained that he would have to keep them for excellent work due to the numbers in the school. He proudly showed us round and took us into a class where the students were studying. The children sat straight and proud and were very pleased to show us their exercise books. The classroom was barely more than 4 walls and a roof. The floor was mud, the desks old and battered, there was no glass in the windows. There was absolutely nothing else in there, no pictures, no toys, no books, no aids to help their education in anyway, just an empty room other than a treasured chalk board. They stood and sung the national anthem and I bet you can’t guess what I did then…oh ok you guessed, I cried once again!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">We took photos and the kids were so excited. They all wanted to have their picture taken and then to look at themselves on the screen. They laughed hysterically at their own images and I was humbled yet again.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Helen and I asked Tim what he needed for the school and took the address so that we could try to send him out a box of bits. The kids outside were enjoying their break and came rushing over to see us, desperate to see what we were all about. Some children were playing with a ball and it was then that I realised that it was made of rags tied to together with string. A ball and pump went straight to the top of my wish list for these kids.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Before leaving we visited the school kitchen. All the vegetables were grown on site and the chef proudly showed us around. Helen and I were amazed and awestruck at the same time. The chef was an old man, and he was cooking on the floor, on a pile of wood. There were vats of maize and beans being prepared for lunch. He smiled at us and proudly posed for a photo. I wished my own children could be there to see these images and hoped that they would appreciate everything they had back home.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Absolutely everyone we met that morning had a ready smile. All these people had so little but they seemed genuinely happy and very appreciative of our visit. We left feeling totally humbled and I knew this day would stay with me forever.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">We managed to slip and slide our way back down the track, passing men with machetes collecting firewood. At one point I went arse over tit so to speak and ended up on the floor with a pain in my backside! A little old man came rushing down the hill behind me and I was totally overwhelmed when he handed me a walking pole that he had crafted out of a branch. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">We met everyone else at Mamma’s for lunch and regaled them with our stories. Whilst we had been away they had heard that Karen was on her way down, another chest infection had taken hold. Everyone up there was in my thoughts all the time and I wondered what lay ahead for them tonight, the summit night. Rubens reported back that Scotty and Megan were struggling too and I couldn’t wait for tonight to be over and know that they were all heading back down the mountain. I had come to the conclusion that the mountain didn’t want such huge numbers of people on it and it was trying to tell us something. (God, I’d never been this philosophical before!!)<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Another restless night followed and I hoped that there would be news in the morning.<o:p></o:p></span></div>2010/10/day-8-22nd-september-2010.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (4pinkbras)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171867199723117901.post-1383952305106209925Fri, 08 Oct 2010 14:22:00 +00002010-10-18T14:37:59.011-07:00Day 6 - 21st September 2010<div class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span lang="EN-GB">Lets make the most of being here<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">It had been decided the night before that we would get out of the hotel and do something today. Kirsty wasn’t up to it and stayed resting in her room and with there still not being any news on Ronnie we decided to get Embesi and Rubens to take the four of us to the waterfalls in Marangu. After swearing that I wouldn’t wear my boots ever again I happily put them on and prepared for the trek down the ravine to the base of the waterfall. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">We walked through a banana plantation, through a village with well presented huts, past a beautifully built church and arrived at the top of the ravine ready to trek down. It was absolutely beautiful and I felt terribly guilty that I was actually enjoying myself whilst our fellow trekkers were suffering god knows what trials up on the mountain. At the base of the ravine we made our way across the stepping stones, trying not to fall in! Both Donna and Helen got to test the waterproof status of their boots and we eventually made it to the base of the waterfall. It was stunning. The cameras came out and I felt like we were on some surreal holiday adventure. Embesi in particular seemed to be really enjoying himself and I wondered how often he got to do things like this…not often at all I bet.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><br /> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="; imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="; width="320" /></a></div><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="; imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="; width="320" /></a></div><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="; imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="; width="255" /></a></div><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="; imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="; width="240" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><br /> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">After a short time we made our way back up the ravine, a little tricky at times, and headed back to the hotel and then Mamma’s for lunch. Lovely Kirsty joined us and it was good to see a smile on her face. She had left her Dad on the mountain and you could see that she was clearly worrying about him.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">That afternoon we heard that Ronnie was still on his way down. The doctor had come back down to the second camp and slept there overnight, very worried about Ronnie’s health and in fact whether he was going to make it. I asked the hotel reception to inform me immediately if there was any further news, determined to go to the hospital to meet Ronnie as it was certainly no place to be on your own when you are so unwell.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">It was all this stressing and worrying that prompted Donna to tell me to get a grip! <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">‘You’re not Mother fucking Teresa!’. From that moment on that became my nickname and I was happy to be the butt of the jokes about me not being an emotional person in ‘normal’ life. I think this trip had pretty much changed that for good!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">After another trip to Mamma’s for dinner, a wonderful plate of chips and chilli sauce, the other girls headed to their room for the night. Helen and I sat in the bar and decided to order ourselves a double whilst Helen contacted Charity Challenge on the internet, trying for the umpteenth time to give them all the details needed for the insurance claim. You’d have thought we were the first people ever to be brought down from the mountain, and after all the stories we had heard over the last couple of days we knew that wasn’t true.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">I’d just taken a sip from my drink when Betty came to find me to tell me that Ronnie was in reception!! I couldn’t believe it and rushed to see him. His breathing was very laboured, he didn’t look too good but he was still smiling. I was outraged to learn that he was brought to the hotel first in order to get some money to pay for the hospital. WTF!! This guy was at deaths door yesterday and here he was having to worry about money. I quickly grabbed Helen and we gathered some supplies ready for the hour and half trip to the hospital. Ronnie’s breathing seemed to ease a little as he relaxed nearing the hospital. It wasn’t just his asthma that was a problem, he had an increased heart rate too but I hoped that having myself and Helen there would help reduce his stress levels.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Once we arrived I was so glad that we had been there before. We knew the procedure. Another two hours passed waiting to be seen, the night-time casualty dept quite different from the day. There were less people but the reasons they were there were more serious. There appeared to be only one doctor. Malaria victims were still writhing about in pain but also in full view for everyone to see was a young man who had been attacked with a machete, blood pouring out all over the trolley he was laid on despite having a temporary bandage put on.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">A lady brought in with pale white, pot marked skin, her face disfigured – my first experience of seeing a Leper, and worst of all a teenage girl, screaming in pain, barely able to walk, collapsing in the corridor. The doctor and nurses rushed to her and took her immediately away. We stood there shell shocked, Ronnie feeling that he was actually very well compared to the other people here.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Eventually the Doctor got round to Ronnie. He was very apologetic at the long wait. We replied that he was clearly very busy and he smiled and said this was a quiet night. He was sorry that he had to rush off before…the teenage girl had a ruptured bowel and had been raped. Her screams will be in my head for some time to come. We couldn’t wait to get Ronnie back to safety and the hotel. His heart rate was still high but Helen’s medical knowledge and the stash of anti-biotics we had between us persuaded the doctor to let Ronnie return to the hotel for some rest. There was absolutely no way we were going to let him stay there!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">We made it back to the hotel for 2 am but the fun wasn't over there! Not long after the taxi had left the site I realised that I had lost my phone. Myself, Helen, Ronnie and Isaac were all scrabbling around in the dark outside the hotel trying to see if I'd dropped it getting out of the cab. It was so dark we couldn't see a thing and decided that it was probably still in the taxi. Helen came up with the bright idea of calling my phone so that the taxi driver would hear it! I couldn't believe it when I heard my phone ringing and spotted its sparkly pink case lying face down in the dirt right outside the hotel entrance, how the taxi didn't run over it I'll never know! I was so relieved to find it as it had been the only way we had any contact with Annemarie and Audra on the mountain. We then went to go into the hotel and realised that it had been locked up and we couldn't get in! At this point I think we all had a fit of giggles because it had seemed that this evening had been one thing after the other! Thankfully the little old man who had got out of his bed to open the gate to the hotel site came to our rescue again and went round the side entrance to open the door and let us in. It had been a very long day but at gone 2 o'clock in the morning we were really happy to hear Ronnie talking about food – a sure sign that his condition was improving!!<o:p></o:p></span></div>2010/10/day-6-21st-september-2010.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (4pinkbras)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171867199723117901.post-6109793430024147438Fri, 08 Oct 2010 11:50:00 +00002010-10-08T04:50:22.534-07:00Day 5 - 20th September 2010<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">The alternative Kili experience</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">After another night of little sleep and feeling emotionally drained the four Kili rejects met for an early breakfast. A taxi had been organised by Rubens (Donna’s guide) to collect her for the hospital at 8 am. It was an hour and a half journey to Moshi to the Kilimanjaro Christian<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Medical Centre, the ‘best’ hospital in the area. It was decided that all four of us should go. Helen was feeling better and her medical knowledge would come in useful, Paula needed to get herself checked out too and as my stomach had improved I didn’t want to be left at the hotel on my own.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Rubens sat in the front and us four girls literally squeezed into the back of the cab. No mention or in fact possibility of wearing seatbelts here! Again we headed up the dirt track, swerving from left to right to avoid the potholes!&nbsp;Donna’s eyes were not so good and she needed to ‘see’ the consultant. When we got to the hospital it was clear that the ‘best’ hospital in the area was not somewhere where you would want to spend any length of time. To call it primitive would be an understatement. It was as dirty inside as it was out and there were not enough medical staff for the number of people presenting themselves at the casualty department, which was nothing more than a corridor split in half, one side where you wait, the other where you get seen.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">We needed to pay $50 to create a file in order for Paula to be seen so we wandered off round the hospital trying to find where we had to go. After a couple of hours Paula and I were steered towards the triage corridor and left to wait whilst Helen and Donna went off to find the eye specialist.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Sat in that corridor, surrounded by people with Malaria and who knows what other issues, not being able to understand the language and worrying about everyone on and off the mountain, I had never felt so vulnerable. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">I will never forget the young boy, no more than 10, sat alone next to me and Paula, obviously in a lot of pain from Malaria. I remembered that I had a bag of Minstrels in my pocket and got them out to give to him. His eyes were full of pain and he looked at the bag not understanding what to do with it. He broke my heart there and then. I showed him how to open the bag and tried to explain that it was chocolate to eat. A doctor eventually came to get him and I wondered why this little lad was on his own, how he had even managed to get to the hospital in such obvious pain and whether he would even survive to see another birthday. My brain was beginning to implode.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">After another couple of hours waiting Paula was eventually called in and to our surprise was seen by a ‘white’ doctor! Checks and tests were quickly done but she couldn’t find either of the two thermometers that existed in A&amp;E so Paula’s temperature couldn’t be taken. I couldn’t believe how poorly equipped this place was and the reality of all those news programmes and TV documentaries about Africa smacked me firmly in the face. The doc wanted to test Paula for Malaria but as this involved taking blood we made it clear that it wasn't going to happen...I think she was a bit confused and offended but the health risks of giving some blood were clear to see.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">With anti-biotics administered and Donna being given the good news that her eyes were definitely improving we piled back in the taxi and headed for Moshi town. As we were all having extended stays at the hotel, and they didn’t take the emergency credit cards we were all told to bring(?!), we needed to get cash from a bank to pay the hotel bill. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">We needed about $300 each but the bank wouldn’t give out that amount of money and again we all felt very vulnerable withdrawing huge wads of cash in a country where the average living wage is $2 a day. It was fair to say we pretty much stood out from the crowd, especially me with my bleach blond hair! We withdrew what we could and Rubens steered us to a nearby pub for a much needed late lunch, hoping that the we wouldn't get food poisoning along the way!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">After lunch we headed back to Marangu and the hotel, stopping at one point&nbsp;to hand out some pens to some school kids on their way home. You’d have thought they had just won the lottery…yet another emotional moment to set me off again! I couldn’t believe what this trip was doing to my head, my senses had never felt so battered.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Nearly home the taxi driver demanded more money for the extra waiting time there had been at the hospital. Rubens and him were clearly cooking something up between them and were both obviously aware that we all had a lot of cash on us. An argument started between Donna and Rubens and it was quite clear the taxi driver was getting very agitated. At one point he got on his mobile and had a very animated conversation with someone. Helen and I kept looking at each other wondering if he was calling up his mates and whether we were about to get abducted or worse. The air was blue but eventually we got back to the hotel and Donna and Paula&nbsp;went off leaving me and Helen with Rubens and the driver. We gave him half the extra money that he wanted and suffered the wrath of ‘The Ayatollah Donna’ later for it!!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br /> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Embesi later arrived at th


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This is our journey...noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)Blogger507125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4901493734117641015.post-6499673475363658801Fri, 27 Jul 2018 16:34:00 +00002018-07-27T23:02:29.412-05:00Boye Ergonomic hookergonomic hookhookhookerLion BrandLion Brand Shawl In A CakeOrient Beach Tunicpolymer claySculpey polymer clayyarnHooker By Day...Yes, I'm a hooker. Scandalous I know. I also love WIPs and chains. I'm holding both right now actually. =)<br /> <br /> I used to sew a lot, but currently I crochet. Let's face it, a skein of yarn and a hook are more mobile than a sewing machine. I try to keep a project bag with me, whenever I leave the house, for downtimes.<br /> <br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="; imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="; width="320" /></a></div> <br /> I'm currently working on an&nbsp;<a href="; target="_blank">Orient Beach Tunic</a>. I made a goof with the yarn and picked up four&nbsp;<a href="; target="_blank">Shawl in A Cake</a>&nbsp;in Restful Rainbow instead of&nbsp;<a href="; target="_blank">Shawl In A Ball</a>. What's the difference? I don't know because I haven't looked. I do know they're both blends and they look similar. Check out this fade.<br /> <br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="; imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="; width="320" /></a></div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <br /></div> Typically cakes abruptly change from one color to the next, but this one does a subtle blend to each color.<br /> <br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="; imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1194" height="320" src="; width="238" /></a></div> <br /> <br /> While I'm going all crochet on you I'll add the hooks currently on my favorite list are these&nbsp;<a href="; target="_blank">Boye Ergonomic hooks</a>. I now question why I didn't buy bigger hooks a decade or two ago. I always bought the cheap aluminum hooks because they were the cheapest of course, but for a couple dollars more they beef up those handles. Why do those hook makers feel when I'm crocheting delicate thread it's perfectly acceptable to shorten the hook that's already the size of pencil lead? I don't get it. I was crocheting snowflake ornaments last Christmas. The hook was tiny so I baked it with&nbsp;<a href="; target="_blank">Sculpey polymer clay</a>&nbsp;wrapped around the handle. Just like that I had a manageable size hook the I had extended an inch so it fit my hand.<br /> <br /> Alright, all this typing means I'm not hooking.<br /> <br /> Jennifer<br /> <br /> WIP - work in progress<br /> Chain - crochet stitch<br /> Hooker - someone who crochet (uses hook)<br /> <br /> * No affil2018/07/hooker-by-day.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Unknown)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4901493734117641015.post-7343076008754389440Thu, 26 Jul 2018 17:05:00 +00002018-07-26T12:05:07.073-05:00cone of shamedew clawsEmma LouMalteseEmma LouDental work on dogs is never fun, but when you combined it with removing back dew claws it's really bad.<br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="; imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1194" data-original-width="1600" height="238" src="; width="320" /></a></div> <br /> Emma came home from the vet yesterday with a cone around her neck. She's tried to get it off without any luck.<br /> <br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="; imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1194" height="320" src="; width="238" /></a></div> <br /> We're working on cone acceptance today. I saw we... She was being a brat this morning doing her ear piercing bark. She seems to be pain free so if the cone is her only issue we're good.<br /> <br /> Jennifer2018/07/emma-lou.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Unknown)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4901493734117641015.post-1045502372986030192Tue, 24 Jul 2018 00:41:00 +00002018-07-23T20:02:31.730-05:0011 Years OldClearwater LakecrochetGull LakeKaitlyn JoyPure JoyDusting OffWell looky here Pure Joy still exists. It's covered in a nice layer of dust, but I might pull out some Pledge if I can remember how this works. =)<br /> <br /> It took more effort than I felt necessary to get blogger to allow me to log on. Of course this all stems from me logging into Kaitlyn Joy's email account then my blog and the two were suddenly linked. =( Apparently it's an unforgivable action for Google.<br /> <br /> Moving on...<br /> <br /> We have reached the point in the summer where you start to question if God notices us down here in central Texas baking. It's 104° right now. We recently spent two weeks in Minnesota where people complained of the dreadful 85° heat. I'll just insert a head shake right here.<br /> <br /> Kaitlyn Joy had a great time on both Clearwater and Gull Lake.<br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="; imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1060" data-original-width="1600" height="212" src="; width="320" /></a></div> <br /> <br /> Neal enjoyed seeing both sides of his family. The girl in The middle is Neal's cousin.<br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="; imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="783" data-original-width="1182" height="211" src="; width="320" /></a></div> <br /> I took some of the downtime and crocheted...<br /> <br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="; imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="; width="320" /></a></div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> ...surrounded by people.&nbsp;</div> <br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="; imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="; width="320" /></a></div> <br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="; imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="; width="320" /></a></div> <br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="; imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="; width="320" /></a></div> <br /> I was alone until they suddenly found me and started joining my quiet space.<br /> <br /> We may have done a bit of this too.<br /> <span id="goog_1009108830"></span><span id="goog_1009108831"></span><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="; imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="1600" height="180" src="; width="320" /></a></div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="; imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="1600" height="180" src="; width="320" /></a></div> <br />2018/07/dusting-off.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Unknown)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4901493734117641015.post-8994777116584194476Sat, 12 Sep 2015 03:34:00 +00002015-09-29T23:18:10.284-05:005k8 Years OldFoam Glow RunfriendsKaitlyn JoyTaco BellTaco Bell FreezesFoam Glow 5k<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> Today we ran the Foam Glow 5k. I didn't get any pictures while we were covered in foam because it was insane. Initially it was cool to see all the pink and green/yellow foam flying in the air over the crowd. The kids thought the foam was awesome. Kaitlyn Joy wanted to roll around in the bubbles. Meanwhile we adults kept rubbing our eyes. Think about it, foam is made from soap. Soap and eyes don't mix. Do you remember the pain from the last time you got shampoo in your eyes? Yeah... not cool. At one point I grabbed Kaitlyn Joy and blindly lead her out of the crowd and away from the foam machines. Although we enjoyed running the race with our friends, it's the first and last time I'll be doing a foam run. I don't mind running sticky, having soapy shoes, nor having my skin turn pink from the soap dye, but when you're in a crowd having foam blown on you it's shockingly suffocating. When you inhale foam and even for a moment feel like your drowning, it's quite frightening. By the time the race began we were pink and all my make-up had been washed off by the foam. We were stormed on after stepping out of the foam which was perfect timing to get all the soap out of our eyes. The rain stopped before the race began.&nbsp;</div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="; imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="; width="180" /></a></div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> Believe it or not, Kaitlyn Joy and the two boys are the same age. Kj is tall for her age and little bit with the red glasses on is short for his age.&nbsp;</div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <br /></div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="; imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="; width="320" /></a></div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <br /></div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> Here are us moms. For the next race I'm requesting a smaller shirt so after I cut it up, it won't be so baggy.</div> <br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="; imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="; width="180" /></a></div> <br /> <div style="text-align: center;"> This is after getting out of the pink foam the first time.</div> <br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="; imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="; width="320" /></a></div> <br /> <div style="text-align: center;"> Let's face it, evening races across town makes for a long night. We stopped at Taco Bell for our post race Freeze, but goodness we were tired.</div> <br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="; imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="; width="180" /></a></div> <br /> <div style="text-align: center;"> Notice the marks on her right cheek. The story she told me was that during recess the kids were pushing each other down the slide. She didn't expect the boy to push her so hard. She almost flipped off the slide, but instead flipped over and hit her face. She burned her face on the slide and busted her cheek on her braces.</div> <br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="; imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="; width="180" /></a></div> <br /> <div style="text-align: center;"> I'm pink! I've showered, washed my hair, scrubbed Kj (it's to late for her to function) and washed her hair, yet I'm still pink.</div> <br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="; imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="; width="180" /></a></div> <br /> <div style="text-align: center;"> This may last a couple days.</div> 2015/09/foam-glow-5k.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Unknown)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4901493734117641015.post-5551624605386824753Sat, 15 Aug 2015 17:00:00 +00002015-09-29T23:55:07.710-05:005th grade promotion5th grade promotion giftChildren's Churchpromotion Sunday5th Grade Promotion Gift<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> Promotion Sunday is on the horizon so we whipped up a little gift for our 5th graders. Traditionally we don't give our graduating kids anything. I'm not sure why we've never done anything beyond praying over them, but this year we decided to remedy that.</div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <br /></div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> Tomorrow is the last Sunday we get to have our nineteen 5th graders in children's church. I have to admit, I'm being a bit sappy while thinking about them never walking through our doors again while heading to their class. I know some will stay on to help both during large group time and in our small group classrooms.&nbsp;</div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <br /></div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="; imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="; width="180" /></a></div> <br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="; imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="; width="320" /></a></div> <br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="; imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="; width="180" /></a></div> <br /> <div style="text-align: center;"> As you can see, we gave them a plaque with their name, it's meaning, and a verse to go along with each one. This was harder than I expected. As parents start trying to be more cleaver about the spelling and uniqueness of their child's name, it's harder to find their meanings. One girl was thrilled when she saw the meaning of her name. She said her mom made the name up so she never knew what it meant. In my hours of searching, I discovered her name was a variation of another name.</div> <br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="; imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="; width="180" /></a></div> <br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> We put a letter from us, the children's church directors (I'm the assistant director), in each bag.</div> <br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="; imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="; width="180" /></a></div> <br /> <br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="; imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="; width="180" /></a></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> 19 bags for our 5th graders.</div> 2015/08/5th-grade-promotion-gift.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Unknown)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4901493734117641015.post-4662027909729633585Fri, 24 Jul 2015 17:32:00 +00002015-07-24T12:32:18.752-05:008 Years Oldclub swim leagueKaitlyn JoyPure Joysummer swim leagueSummer SwimKaitlyn Joy joined a summer swim league this year. Despite taking three rounds of swim lessons when she was&nbsp;4-6 years old, Kaitlyn Joy began the summer doing what looked like controlled drowning. It was seriously sad. She definitely improved a lot an even managed to win a couple ribbons. They have&nbsp;a wonky rule that each team will only receive three ribbons for each race, 1st-6th.&nbsp; There were times when she came in 4th, but didn't get a ribbon because 1st-3rd were her teammates. Oh well... Next year she plans on bringing home more ribbons. She has joined a club swim team that practices three times a week all year long.<br /> <br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="; imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="184" src="; width="320" /></a></div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> &nbsp;</div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> Here she is doing her best stroke which is the backstroke.</div> <br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="; imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="159" src="; width="320" /></a></div> <br /> <div align="center"> I have no doubt she'll master the breaststroke soon because they have her do it for most of the club practices.</div> <br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="; imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="; width="320" /></a></div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> &nbsp;</div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> The best part of swimming this summer was competing with three of her friends.</div> 2015/07/summer-swim.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Unknown)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4901493734117641015.post-5160250231378783142Wed, 22 Jul 2015 17:07:00 +00002015-07-22T12:07:30.578-05:00long nailsFinger Nails<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="; imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="; width="294" /></a></div> <br /> I don't get how I can go from everything being peachy to holding my fingers at odd angles because my nails are to long for me to type normally. I struggle to push in the cruise control button on the Tahoe because my finger nails were to long to get in the hole. I was able to use my&nbsp;thumb if I turned it just right.&nbsp;They're shorter now&nbsp;so life is right again.2015/07/finger-nails.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Unknown)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4901493734117641015.post-8207409188659935459Thu, 05 Mar 2015 17:37:00 +00002015-03-05T11:37:01.178-06:00district speech meetfableKaitlyn JoyPure Joyspeech meetSpeech Meet<div style="text-align: center;"> Kaitlyn Joy will once again being going to the District Speech Meet. She's quite excited.</div> <br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="; imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="

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