<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:06:54.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rejeanne's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>96</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-8785467209148549174</id><published>2008-06-05T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T00:50:01.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Touching  Base</title><content type='html'>Hi all, it's been a while since I've been on the blog. I've taken a few days off. I am currently up in Cairns. Last blog was the middle of Australia. I have since been to the top, then flew to the West coast, went all the way up it and back down and now am on the top of the East coast and working my way down to my journey home. I am excited. Can you believe it. I am excited to go home. The trip has been fabulous. I have gotten many insights and have loads of pictures to still upload to my blog. That will happen after I get home I'm sure, as I will have few days to hang out in Internet shops left. Tomorrow I leave on a bus and am going to go sailing on the Whitsunday Islands. It's a 3 day tour. I really wanted to experience sailing and this is going to be it. I get pretty wobbly when I'm on the water so hopefully I will be ok for 3 days. Sail boats are pretty small. And then I am getting on another bus and then doing a 3 days tour of Fraiser Island. Basically it is 4x4ing around the island and exploring. Then a bus to Brisbane, a plane to Sydney for one nights sleep and then the 27.5 hours of flight home, not to mention stop time. Whoo hoo. I should be well nackerd by the time I get there. Who's throwing the party?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think what I got most out of my trip is I already love my life. Although this is definitely part of it, I love what I have created at home, and I am ready to create more of what I love. Travelling I will continue to do over my lifetime because it is a lot of fun. I love the adventures and doing new things. I love seeing the diversity in people and discovering more about this fascinating species. And I love discovering about myself and what makes me happy. I know that a relationship is where I want to focus next, and finally in my life I will make time for that. All my high school friends can still say "they'll believe it when they see it" considering my first marriage didn't last very long. All for a reason. I had great gifts and learning from that if you can believe it, and I wouldn't change a thing. The sum of all my choice and all my experiences make me who I am today, and I'm feeling really good about that. I hope everyone challenges themselves to change the things that they are not happy with, and know that they deserve exactly what they wish for and are worth going for it. I think I've built a life out of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to keep this short. I will be on my tours again for the next several days. But keep tuned. I intend to get the rest of my pictures of my travels on my blog so everyone can be on the full journey with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of Love... Rejeanne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-8785467209148549174?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8785467209148549174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=8785467209148549174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/8785467209148549174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/8785467209148549174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/touching-base.html' title='Touching  Base'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-824033396285826320</id><published>2008-05-24T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T01:25:53.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Ayers Rock</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDfQ1rHu9lI/AAAAAAAAAg8/0QYFKLQeW2I/s1600-h/IMG_3421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDfQ1rHu9lI/AAAAAAAAAg8/0QYFKLQeW2I/s200/IMG_3421.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203857514976704082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDfQ17Hu9mI/AAAAAAAAAhE/leEHx1lj8x0/s1600-h/IMG_3425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDfQ17Hu9mI/AAAAAAAAAhE/leEHx1lj8x0/s200/IMG_3425.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203857519271671394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDfQ2bHu9nI/AAAAAAAAAhM/eSd-v9qaRQc/s1600-h/IMG_3427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDfQ2bHu9nI/AAAAAAAAAhM/eSd-v9qaRQc/s200/IMG_3427.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203857527861606002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDfQ2rHu9oI/AAAAAAAAAhU/bKSGrfbzPqY/s1600-h/IMG_3230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDfQ2rHu9oI/AAAAAAAAAhU/bKSGrfbzPqY/s200/IMG_3230.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203857532156573314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDfQ27Hu9pI/AAAAAAAAAhc/2Sn0O4QZyMI/s1600-h/IMG_3232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDfQ27Hu9pI/AAAAAAAAAhc/2Sn0O4QZyMI/s200/IMG_3232.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203857536451540626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-824033396285826320?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/824033396285826320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=824033396285826320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/824033396285826320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/824033396285826320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/more-ayers-rock.html' title='More Ayers Rock'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDfQ1rHu9lI/AAAAAAAAAg8/0QYFKLQeW2I/s72-c/IMG_3421.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-7975549997620467903</id><published>2008-05-24T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T01:14:32.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping outside</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDfOP7Hu9gI/AAAAAAAAAgU/X-O4wKJE47s/s1600-h/IMG_3391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDfOP7Hu9gI/AAAAAAAAAgU/X-O4wKJE47s/s200/IMG_3391.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203854667413386754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I slept under the stars a few nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDfOQLHu9hI/AAAAAAAAAgc/ABkD4ChKTdY/s1600-h/IMG_3401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDfOQLHu9hI/AAAAAAAAAgc/ABkD4ChKTdY/s200/IMG_3401.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203854671708354066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDfOQbHu9iI/AAAAAAAAAgk/WH_CM-E-9-8/s1600-h/IMG_3403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDfOQbHu9iI/AAAAAAAAAgk/WH_CM-E-9-8/s200/IMG_3403.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203854676003321378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sunrise at Ayers rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDfOQrHu9jI/AAAAAAAAAgs/O0wT44h_Oc8/s1600-h/IMG_3405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDfOQrHu9jI/AAAAAAAAAgs/O0wT44h_Oc8/s200/IMG_3405.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203854680298288690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDfOQ7Hu9kI/AAAAAAAAAg0/iJSOaUcuT_c/s1600-h/IMG_3407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDfOQ7Hu9kI/AAAAAAAAAg0/iJSOaUcuT_c/s200/IMG_3407.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203854684593256002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-7975549997620467903?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7975549997620467903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=7975549997620467903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/7975549997620467903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/7975549997620467903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/camping-outside.html' title='Camping outside'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDfOP7Hu9gI/AAAAAAAAAgU/X-O4wKJE47s/s72-c/IMG_3391.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-7344703860930100472</id><published>2008-05-24T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T00:55:01.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More sunsets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDfJsrHu9cI/AAAAAAAAAf0/D3Wwf-m2Ngk/s1600-h/IMG_3347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDfJsrHu9cI/AAAAAAAAAf0/D3Wwf-m2Ngk/s200/IMG_3347.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203849663776486850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDfJtLHu9dI/AAAAAAAAAf8/cazmbqZhSsQ/s1600-h/IMG_3353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDfJtLHu9dI/AAAAAAAAAf8/cazmbqZhSsQ/s200/IMG_3353.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203849672366421458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDfJtbHu9eI/AAAAAAAAAgE/6N8RxW8R0uw/s1600-h/IMG_3265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDfJtbHu9eI/AAAAAAAAAgE/6N8RxW8R0uw/s200/IMG_3265.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203849676661388770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDfJt7Hu9fI/AAAAAAAAAgM/WI37y5DtC0s/s1600-h/IMG_3369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDfJt7Hu9fI/AAAAAAAAAgM/WI37y5DtC0s/s200/IMG_3369.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203849685251323378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-7344703860930100472?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7344703860930100472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=7344703860930100472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/7344703860930100472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/7344703860930100472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/more-sunsets.html' title='More sunsets'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDfJsrHu9cI/AAAAAAAAAf0/D3Wwf-m2Ngk/s72-c/IMG_3347.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-3509969919103101368</id><published>2008-05-24T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T00:46:42.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tour Group - Ayers Rock</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDfB1rHu9XI/AAAAAAAAAfM/88hxwDeWzs0/s1600-h/IMG_3336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDfB1rHu9XI/AAAAAAAAAfM/88hxwDeWzs0/s200/IMG_3336.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203841022302287218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDfB2LHu9YI/AAAAAAAAAfU/-HHQDiY2gno/s1600-h/IMG_3346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDfB2LHu9YI/AAAAAAAAAfU/-HHQDiY2gno/s200/IMG_3346.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203841030892221826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDfB3rHu9ZI/AAAAAAAAAfc/e3WV-umfl0o/s1600-h/IMG_3357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDfB3rHu9ZI/AAAAAAAAAfc/e3WV-umfl0o/s200/IMG_3357.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203841056662025618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDfB37Hu9aI/AAAAAAAAAfk/JImySndczyA/s1600-h/IMG_3360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDfB37Hu9aI/AAAAAAAAAfk/JImySndczyA/s200/IMG_3360.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203841060956992930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDfB4LHu9bI/AAAAAAAAAfs/7CVm98r9sJE/s1600-h/IMG_3379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDfB4LHu9bI/AAAAAAAAAfs/7CVm98r9sJE/s200/IMG_3379.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203841065251960242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-3509969919103101368?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3509969919103101368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=3509969919103101368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/3509969919103101368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/3509969919103101368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/tour-group-ayers-rock.html' title='Tour Group - Ayers Rock'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDfB1rHu9XI/AAAAAAAAAfM/88hxwDeWzs0/s72-c/IMG_3336.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-873691602582900981</id><published>2008-05-23T23:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T00:10:11.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ayers Rock - Uluru</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDe_FrHu9TI/AAAAAAAAAes/IWC_pBJHDWw/s1600-h/IMG_3308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDe_FrHu9TI/AAAAAAAAAes/IWC_pBJHDWw/s200/IMG_3308.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203837998645310770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Literally picking wood for our fire tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDe_GLHu9UI/AAAAAAAAAe0/1wQzdncZJVQ/s1600-h/IMG_3313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDe_GLHu9UI/AAAAAAAAAe0/1wQzdncZJVQ/s200/IMG_3313.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203838007235245378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Odd place for a cow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDe_GbHu9VI/AAAAAAAAAe8/9SP1WEb720s/s1600-h/IMG_3319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDe_GbHu9VI/AAAAAAAAAe8/9SP1WEb720s/s200/IMG_3319.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203838011530212690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mt. Conner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDe_GrHu9WI/AAAAAAAAAfE/OCA_KGvcwrM/s1600-h/IMG_3329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDe_GrHu9WI/AAAAAAAAAfE/OCA_KGvcwrM/s200/IMG_3329.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203838015825180002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ayers Rock&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-873691602582900981?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/873691602582900981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=873691602582900981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/873691602582900981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/873691602582900981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/ayers-rock-uluru.html' title='Ayers Rock - Uluru'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDe_FrHu9TI/AAAAAAAAAes/IWC_pBJHDWw/s72-c/IMG_3308.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-5385733173527275912</id><published>2008-05-23T23:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T23:53:02.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunsets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDe7HbHu9PI/AAAAAAAAAeM/0jMIMRNFH8k/s1600-h/IMG_3301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDe7HbHu9PI/AAAAAAAAAeM/0jMIMRNFH8k/s200/IMG_3301.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203833630663570674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDe7H7Hu9QI/AAAAAAAAAeU/5rEMCU0GZ1s/s1600-h/IMG_3302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDe7H7Hu9QI/AAAAAAAAAeU/5rEMCU0GZ1s/s200/IMG_3302.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203833639253505282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDe7ILHu9RI/AAAAAAAAAec/wBUNf6tHrEU/s1600-h/IMG_3303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDe7ILHu9RI/AAAAAAAAAec/wBUNf6tHrEU/s200/IMG_3303.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203833643548472594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDe7IbHu9SI/AAAAAAAAAek/c7xTOD6FaIE/s1600-h/IMG_3305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDe7IbHu9SI/AAAAAAAAAek/c7xTOD6FaIE/s200/IMG_3305.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203833647843439906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-5385733173527275912?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5385733173527275912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=5385733173527275912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/5385733173527275912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/5385733173527275912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/sunsets.html' title='Sunsets'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDe7HbHu9PI/AAAAAAAAAeM/0jMIMRNFH8k/s72-c/IMG_3301.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-2565267600396190718</id><published>2008-05-23T23:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T23:40:41.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Onward and Northwards</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDe3xrHu9LI/AAAAAAAAAds/kbJMxyM93bw/s1600-h/IMG_3293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDe3xrHu9LI/AAAAAAAAAds/kbJMxyM93bw/s200/IMG_3293.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203829958466532530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; More Church pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDe3yLHu9MI/AAAAAAAAAd0/_Z4rO8FkaWI/s1600-h/IMG_3294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDe3yLHu9MI/AAAAAAAAAd0/_Z4rO8FkaWI/s200/IMG_3294.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203829967056467138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDe3ybHu9NI/AAAAAAAAAd8/7ZGnXu7aQlI/s1600-h/IMG_3298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDe3ybHu9NI/AAAAAAAAAd8/7ZGnXu7aQlI/s200/IMG_3298.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203829971351434450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Opal Mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDe3zLHu9OI/AAAAAAAAAeE/0XHaTJZnTgw/s1600-h/IMG_3299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDe3zLHu9OI/AAAAAAAAAeE/0XHaTJZnTgw/s200/IMG_3299.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203829984236336354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-2565267600396190718?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2565267600396190718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=2565267600396190718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/2565267600396190718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/2565267600396190718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/onward-and-northwards.html' title='Onward and Northwards'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDe3xrHu9LI/AAAAAAAAAds/kbJMxyM93bw/s72-c/IMG_3293.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-5738613283900790553</id><published>2008-05-23T20:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T20:42:37.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Onward</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDeOQrHu9GI/AAAAAAAAAdE/k3MLAayqWLY/s1600-h/IMG_3286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDeOQrHu9GI/AAAAAAAAAdE/k3MLAayqWLY/s200/IMG_3286.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203784311554110562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  It's a long bus ride looking at this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDeOQ7Hu9HI/AAAAAAAAAdM/_Nw_RFoVBlo/s1600-h/IMG_3287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDeOQ7Hu9HI/AAAAAAAAAdM/_Nw_RFoVBlo/s200/IMG_3287.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203784315849077874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  2nd largest bird of prey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDeORbHu9II/AAAAAAAAAdU/AElvYfhmMZ0/s1600-h/IMG_3288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDeORbHu9II/AAAAAAAAAdU/AElvYfhmMZ0/s200/IMG_3288.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203784324439012482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDeORrHu9JI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Jy7krnltEew/s1600-h/IMG_3290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDeORrHu9JI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Jy7krnltEew/s200/IMG_3290.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203784328733979794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  cooper peedy - where they live underground, cause it's not so damn hot under there.  Hottest they've had is 63 degrees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDeOSLHu9KI/AAAAAAAAAdk/QeCLjlgTQO8/s1600-h/IMG_3292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDeOSLHu9KI/AAAAAAAAAdk/QeCLjlgTQO8/s200/IMG_3292.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203784337323914402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  An underground Catholic Church&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-5738613283900790553?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5738613283900790553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=5738613283900790553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/5738613283900790553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/5738613283900790553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/onward.html' title='Onward'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDeOQrHu9GI/AAAAAAAAAdE/k3MLAayqWLY/s72-c/IMG_3286.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-1602689424294079674</id><published>2008-05-23T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T20:30:03.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sea Salt Lakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDeJAbHu88I/AAAAAAAAAb0/_hPiSqbLF3A/s1600-h/IMG_3268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDeJAbHu88I/AAAAAAAAAb0/_hPiSqbLF3A/s200/IMG_3268.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203778534823097282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDeJBLHu89I/AAAAAAAAAb8/mDnnEexH2zs/s1600-h/IMG_3271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDeJBLHu89I/AAAAAAAAAb8/mDnnEexH2zs/s200/IMG_3271.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203778547707999186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDeJBbHu8-I/AAAAAAAAAcE/TtC-T7k9GXM/s1600-h/IMG_3273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDeJBbHu8-I/AAAAAAAAAcE/TtC-T7k9GXM/s200/IMG_3273.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203778552002966498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDeJBrHu8_I/AAAAAAAAAcM/3-sJC9a_EDI/s1600-h/IMG_3274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDeJBrHu8_I/AAAAAAAAAcM/3-sJC9a_EDI/s200/IMG_3274.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203778556297933810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDeJB7Hu9AI/AAAAAAAAAcU/C-yLZStcnV8/s1600-h/IMG_3276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDeJB7Hu9AI/AAAAAAAAAcU/C-yLZStcnV8/s200/IMG_3276.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203778560592901122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-1602689424294079674?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1602689424294079674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=1602689424294079674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/1602689424294079674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/1602689424294079674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/sea-salt-lakes.html' title='Sea Salt Lakes'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SDeJAbHu88I/AAAAAAAAAb0/_hPiSqbLF3A/s72-c/IMG_3268.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-2424758793509365848</id><published>2008-05-16T19:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T20:27:27.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little place we stayed.  population 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SC5PifhH1wI/AAAAAAAAAbM/rITIu2pegw0/s1600-h/IMG_3268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SC5PifhH1wI/AAAAAAAAAbM/rITIu2pegw0/s200/IMG_3268.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201182073654073090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SC5PjvhH1xI/AAAAAAAAAbU/P5i3D8XiePE/s1600-h/IMG_3171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SC5PjvhH1xI/AAAAAAAAAbU/P5i3D8XiePE/s200/IMG_3171.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201182095128909586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SC5PkPhH1yI/AAAAAAAAAbc/zGA4l4YbGEM/s1600-h/IMG_3173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SC5PkPhH1yI/AAAAAAAAAbc/zGA4l4YbGEM/s200/IMG_3173.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201182103718844194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SC5PkfhH1zI/AAAAAAAAAbk/2-IsNe8qOmM/s1600-h/IMG_3174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SC5PkfhH1zI/AAAAAAAAAbk/2-IsNe8qOmM/s200/IMG_3174.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201182108013811506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SC5Pk_hH10I/AAAAAAAAAbs/N3nk1kzPWHY/s1600-h/IMG_3176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SC5Pk_hH10I/AAAAAAAAAbs/N3nk1kzPWHY/s200/IMG_3176.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201182116603746114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-2424758793509365848?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2424758793509365848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=2424758793509365848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/2424758793509365848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/2424758793509365848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/hiking.html' title='A little place we stayed.  population 5'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SC5PifhH1wI/AAAAAAAAAbM/rITIu2pegw0/s72-c/IMG_3268.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-4710434444955510263</id><published>2008-05-16T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T19:06:04.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More pictures of Australia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SC49WfhH1sI/AAAAAAAAAas/YlB00j5TL7w/s1600-h/IMG_3198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SC49WfhH1sI/AAAAAAAAAas/YlB00j5TL7w/s200/IMG_3198.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201162076286342850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SC49W_hH1tI/AAAAAAAAAa0/IaR8HjsdHLw/s1600-h/IMG_3203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SC49W_hH1tI/AAAAAAAAAa0/IaR8HjsdHLw/s200/IMG_3203.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201162084876277458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wild Emu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SC49XfhH1uI/AAAAAAAAAa8/boSSknHgxDs/s1600-h/IMG_3205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SC49XfhH1uI/AAAAAAAAAa8/boSSknHgxDs/s200/IMG_3205.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201162093466212066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SC49XvhH1vI/AAAAAAAAAbE/qplImDR0Qrk/s1600-h/IMG_3223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SC49XvhH1vI/AAAAAAAAAbE/qplImDR0Qrk/s200/IMG_3223.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201162097761179378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wild Kangaroo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-4710434444955510263?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4710434444955510263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=4710434444955510263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/4710434444955510263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/4710434444955510263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/more-pictures-of-australia.html' title='More pictures of Australia'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SC49WfhH1sI/AAAAAAAAAas/YlB00j5TL7w/s72-c/IMG_3198.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-3415193017311443925</id><published>2008-05-16T18:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T18:54:21.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Outback pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SC46MPhH1oI/AAAAAAAAAaM/iXR11ATcBKU/s1600-h/IMG_3171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SC46MPhH1oI/AAAAAAAAAaM/iXR11ATcBKU/s200/IMG_3171.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201158601657800322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  first night of camping.  Tasted camel, emu, kangaroo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SC46MvhH1pI/AAAAAAAAAaU/RQ8Ztf7oGXg/s1600-h/IMG_3172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SC46MvhH1pI/AAAAAAAAAaU/RQ8Ztf7oGXg/s200/IMG_3172.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201158610247734930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SC46NPhH1qI/AAAAAAAAAac/HRIVK1h6GSM/s1600-h/IMG_3187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SC46NPhH1qI/AAAAAAAAAac/HRIVK1h6GSM/s200/IMG_3187.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201158618837669538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SC46NvhH1rI/AAAAAAAAAak/3eQ6FF0aAfk/s1600-h/IMG_3191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SC46NvhH1rI/AAAAAAAAAak/3eQ6FF0aAfk/s200/IMG_3191.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201158627427604146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Great wall of China&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-3415193017311443925?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3415193017311443925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=3415193017311443925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/3415193017311443925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/3415193017311443925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/outback-pictures.html' title='Outback pictures'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SC46MPhH1oI/AAAAAAAAAaM/iXR11ATcBKU/s72-c/IMG_3171.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-3964817553988943146</id><published>2008-05-16T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T18:42:56.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I lost my pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SC42I_hH1jI/AAAAAAAAAZk/xRmajOAs2F4/s1600-h/IMG_3150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SC42I_hH1jI/AAAAAAAAAZk/xRmajOAs2F4/s200/IMG_3150.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201154147776714290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Outback landscape - a dead river.  The river's in the outback have no water in them, but you can tell that they are a river because that is where you will find a stream of trees.  It is very cool.  The dead trees you are looking at are from a river where the stream has been cut off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SC42JvhH1kI/AAAAAAAAAZs/0ytpiCVtTuM/s1600-h/IMG_3151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SC42JvhH1kI/AAAAAAAAAZs/0ytpiCVtTuM/s200/IMG_3151.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201154160661616194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are all over the place.  They are abandoned home streads from the 1800's.  Apparently the aboriginals and the white folk were'nt getting along.  At least that was one reason.  Personally the weather would have been a bit much for me handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SC42J_hH1lI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/Btzz67QHChE/s1600-h/IMG_3159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SC42J_hH1lI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/Btzz67QHChE/s200/IMG_3159.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201154164956583506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Yourambulla Caves - Aboriginal site&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SC42KPhH1mI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/H9b771YcbbA/s1600-h/IMG_3161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SC42KPhH1mI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/H9b771YcbbA/s200/IMG_3161.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201154169251550818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SC42KvhH1nI/AAAAAAAAAaE/WWbpUwrcT_M/s1600-h/IMG_3164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SC42KvhH1nI/AAAAAAAAAaE/WWbpUwrcT_M/s200/IMG_3164.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201154177841485426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the great news. I accidentally reformatted my memory card and lost 1.2 gigs of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Serious bummer.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that I have been updating my blog because at least I have some.  I am missing all of my first tour which includes the Great Ocean road, some beatiful hikes and waterfalls we've seen.  I had also taken a helicopter ride over the 12 appolstles.  Mostly I am bummed about the Janolen Caves, because there were some really beautiful pictures there, and I won't be able to have someone else send me a few pictures because I was on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tours have been interesting.  Mostly people of age 20.  Biggest concern is where do we party next.  Mine is where can I have my relaxing coffee and enjoy the atmosphere. Rather than oblivion myself away from it.  oh well to each there own.&lt;br /&gt;the part that is most disappointment is that we see so many sites so fast that I don't have a chance to really breath them in and enjoy them.  but I do like the fact that I am seeing all these places.  I have booked my next flights and my next tours.  I'm going to head over to Perth and do a 7 day tour there and then fly back to the east coast and wonder down the east coast to find myself home on a flight on the 18th of June.  I'm going to fly directly into Edmonton and backrow for the Mastery.  so I am super excited about that.  There are several things that I want to participate in when I get back and I have also decided to spend a month at home with my parents.  So my traveling is not finished but it certainly is closer to home.  &lt;br /&gt;I have decided that doing this every year for about three months would be a great idea.  I already have my next two travel paths picked out, but I'll see what actually comes up next January or this fall for that matter.  But I do think it will be nice to really enjoy a summer at home.&lt;br /&gt;The other bummer about the tours is that I am not spending any time with actual Aussies.  Which is not what I wanted.  This morning I had a great conversation with a couple that are travelling there own country.  I really enjoyed this morning.  A native was playing jazz on the street, and I was having a great conversation with new friends.  I'm kind of disappointed I didn't ask them if I could spend the day with them, but this is my only chance to catch up on updating my blog, and as it turns out it is a good memorial for myself more than anything.  I do hope you all are enjoying what is here.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to add some pictures and some diary entries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-3964817553988943146?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3964817553988943146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=3964817553988943146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/3964817553988943146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/3964817553988943146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-lost-my-pictures.html' title='I lost my pictures'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SC42I_hH1jI/AAAAAAAAAZk/xRmajOAs2F4/s72-c/IMG_3150.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-7849666789275552394</id><published>2008-05-04T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T18:58:54.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talstra Dome and my Belgian Hot Milk Chocolate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SB5hs_Dgh9I/AAAAAAAAAY8/7RAGuHSw1Q0/s1600-h/Rejeanne+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SB5hs_Dgh9I/AAAAAAAAAY8/7RAGuHSw1Q0/s200/Rejeanne+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196698445500418002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SB5htvDgh-I/AAAAAAAAAZE/0nuqdYQmyps/s1600-h/Rejeanne+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SB5htvDgh-I/AAAAAAAAAZE/0nuqdYQmyps/s200/Rejeanne+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196698458385319906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SB5ht_Dgh_I/AAAAAAAAAZM/uCTnF8oPtso/s1600-h/Rejeanne+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SB5ht_Dgh_I/AAAAAAAAAZM/uCTnF8oPtso/s200/Rejeanne+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196698462680287218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SB5hufDgiAI/AAAAAAAAAZU/KhBf-KEsMRA/s1600-h/Rejeanne+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SB5hufDgiAI/AAAAAAAAAZU/KhBf-KEsMRA/s200/Rejeanne+013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196698471270221826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SB5huvDgiBI/AAAAAAAAAZc/ekYQCjpJq54/s1600-h/Rejeanne+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SB5huvDgiBI/AAAAAAAAAZc/ekYQCjpJq54/s200/Rejeanne+014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196698475565189138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-7849666789275552394?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7849666789275552394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=7849666789275552394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/7849666789275552394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/7849666789275552394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/talstra-dome-and-my-belgian-hot-milk.html' title='Talstra Dome and my Belgian Hot Milk Chocolate'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SB5hs_Dgh9I/AAAAAAAAAY8/7RAGuHSw1Q0/s72-c/Rejeanne+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-5570247980653778136</id><published>2008-05-04T17:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T18:07:35.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Melbourne - May 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SB5bL_DghzI/AAAAAAAAAXs/SlUaU6LsFu0/s1600-h/Rejeanne+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SB5bL_DghzI/AAAAAAAAAXs/SlUaU6LsFu0/s200/Rejeanne+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196691281494968114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SB5bMfDgh0I/AAAAAAAAAX0/cPZ4wP6BQLs/s1600-h/Rejeanne+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SB5bMfDgh0I/AAAAAAAAAX0/cPZ4wP6BQLs/s200/Rejeanne+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196691290084902722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SB5bM_Dgh1I/AAAAAAAAAX8/3yPqJAVI8zE/s1600-h/Rejeanne+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SB5bM_Dgh1I/AAAAAAAAAX8/3yPqJAVI8zE/s200/Rejeanne+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196691298674837330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SB5bNPDgh2I/AAAAAAAAAYE/Er-zd59MdXw/s1600-h/Rejeanne+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SB5bNPDgh2I/AAAAAAAAAYE/Er-zd59MdXw/s200/Rejeanne+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196691302969804642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SB5bNvDgh3I/AAAAAAAAAYM/bl-PjmR7hSE/s1600-h/Rejeanne+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SB5bNvDgh3I/AAAAAAAAAYM/bl-PjmR7hSE/s200/Rejeanne+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196691311559739250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Began my day at Patsy's bother in laws and tried Vegemite. Can't say it was good, but the way they put it on their toast I could hardly taste it.&lt;br /&gt;Then Patsy and I were off to get me situated at Base Backpackers. Co-ed rooms which I wasn't prepared for so I moved to the ladies only area.&lt;br /&gt;Once there we headed down town. What a fabulous place. I like it here better than Sydney.&lt;br /&gt;Patsy never should have left me. I began to shop and shop and shop. I've really been enjoying it on my trip. It may be because when I travel its the only time I allow myself to buy things for me. How much fun has the last six weeks been.&lt;br /&gt;So by recommendation I just completed my first footy game. It was pretty cool. There were some die hard fans sitting beside me, so that was kind of fun.&lt;br /&gt;I tried there all famous meat pie. I have to be honest. I didn't find it all that spectacular. Mom's stewed meat in a pasty would far surpass my Melbourne experience. Maybe I grew up with too good a cook.&lt;br /&gt;and now I am having Belgian Hot Chocolate. I was going to come back down town tomorrow because Patsy mentioned this place to me. I didn't realize there was more than one shop.&lt;br /&gt;As I was walking away from the Telsta Dome I saw a Starbucks and thought it would be nice to sit for a while until the crowds are gone. But then I thought Starbucks is boring . I can have that at home. so I walked into this Chocolate shop next door. Goody for me. It is the place Patsy recommended. So I am having a real Belgian Milk chocolate - Hot. &lt;br /&gt;I don't need a big cup of this to hit the chocolate button.&lt;br /&gt;This guy across from me is eating this chocolate heap of something. one bite looks like more than I can handle.&lt;br /&gt;How blessed am I.&lt;br /&gt;look at all the firsts I've done today. I can't help but have fun and be excited about what is next.&lt;br /&gt;I do have to say, Melbourne feels a lot like home to me.&lt;br /&gt;My God that was yummy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-5570247980653778136?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5570247980653778136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=5570247980653778136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/5570247980653778136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/5570247980653778136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/melbourne-may-4.html' title='Melbourne - May 4'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SB5bL_DghzI/AAAAAAAAAXs/SlUaU6LsFu0/s72-c/Rejeanne+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-3527672056165043980</id><published>2008-05-04T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T17:52:53.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On to Melbourne - May 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SB5W6_DghyI/AAAAAAAAAXk/LvQ02KCN7yE/s1600-h/Rejeanne+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SB5W6_DghyI/AAAAAAAAAXk/LvQ02KCN7yE/s200/Rejeanne+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196686591390680866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now waiting in the airport for my flight to leave to Melbourne. Joemar brought me to the airport and I want to do my best to take this time to reflect on the gifts I received here and especially from him because of my intention.&lt;br /&gt;Is he one of the good, honorable and integral men of this world? Absolutely.&lt;br /&gt;What he taught me was tenderness. It was so great for me to stay open to the experience of it and not put any judgements or shouldn't around it, but to be open to receive his kindness without any attachment to it. How did his kindness show up on my journey? By being very taken care of. I was provided with a cell which made some of my organizing around Melbourne and my tour much easier. Paid for train tickets, taxi rides, dinners. Breakfast made for me, feet rubs and a hand held walk on the beach. I'm sure there are more ways that I was taken care of but those are on the top of my head. It was a great trip to Sydney and my intention to be well taken care of was fulfilled. Thank you Joemar. I am blessed.&lt;br /&gt;At times I felt myself wanting to shut him out because I didn't want him to get more attached to me than he was. But this was actually closing myself off as well, which is never my intent.&lt;br /&gt;Remembering to always stay open and allow, he said to me I am just telling the truth. And I thought "WOW". I am totally about telling the truth, but how open have I been to receiving others truth. when it involves me, am I able to receive it? When he said that, it was clear to me to keep my heart open and allow him to have his experience with me. He was here to teach me as well, and so he did. It is one thing to stay out of ego and tell my own truth, and it is totally another to stay out of ego and listen to anothers truth. If this is uncomfortable for me to do so , than it is perfect because they are reaching an area of me that can use some expansion and growth.&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I loved that he said was that I can't even see you. I asked him to clarify. He said its like I only see you're shadow. You are way a head of me and I can't see you. I thought this was quite brilliant as I think there are many people that walk in and out of our lives and truly all we are ever see is their shadow, or some angle of them. &lt;br /&gt;Time to board.&lt;br /&gt;I am filled with excitement again as I board another plane and am ready for more discovery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-3527672056165043980?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3527672056165043980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=3527672056165043980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/3527672056165043980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/3527672056165043980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/on-to-melbourne-may-3.html' title='On to Melbourne - May 3'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SB5W6_DghyI/AAAAAAAAAXk/LvQ02KCN7yE/s72-c/Rejeanne+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-314388856011935576</id><published>2008-05-03T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T03:20:47.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Jenolan Caves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SBw8W_DghtI/AAAAAAAAAW8/T5kqWnfeQZc/s1600-h/IMG_2740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SBw8W_DghtI/AAAAAAAAAW8/T5kqWnfeQZc/s200/IMG_2740.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196094435659646674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SBw8XfDghuI/AAAAAAAAAXE/y_w0fXjLvIc/s1600-h/IMG_2763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SBw8XfDghuI/AAAAAAAAAXE/y_w0fXjLvIc/s200/IMG_2763.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196094444249581282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SBw8XvDghvI/AAAAAAAAAXM/tFsDbYuUkwU/s1600-h/IMG_2796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SBw8XvDghvI/AAAAAAAAAXM/tFsDbYuUkwU/s200/IMG_2796.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196094448544548594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SBw8YPDghwI/AAAAAAAAAXU/cmjoK2_FET8/s1600-h/IMG_2807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SBw8YPDghwI/AAAAAAAAAXU/cmjoK2_FET8/s200/IMG_2807.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196094457134483202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SBw8YfDghxI/AAAAAAAAAXc/Z1x0_0Bk4IE/s1600-h/IMG_2815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SBw8YfDghxI/AAAAAAAAAXc/Z1x0_0Bk4IE/s200/IMG_2815.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196094461429450514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-314388856011935576?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/314388856011935576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=314388856011935576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/314388856011935576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/314388856011935576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/jenolan-caves.html' title='The Jenolan Caves'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SBw8W_DghtI/AAAAAAAAAW8/T5kqWnfeQZc/s72-c/IMG_2740.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-4581502371354842145</id><published>2008-05-03T02:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T03:00:31.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Aquarium and Wild Life Centre</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SBw3l_DghoI/AAAAAAAAAWU/DkkdAckNaXk/s1600-h/IMG_2701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SBw3l_DghoI/AAAAAAAAAWU/DkkdAckNaXk/s200/IMG_2701.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196089195799545474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SBw3mfDghpI/AAAAAAAAAWc/XXVfhiudNPc/s1600-h/IMG_2705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SBw3mfDghpI/AAAAAAAAAWc/XXVfhiudNPc/s200/IMG_2705.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196089204389480082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SBw3mvDghqI/AAAAAAAAAWk/gGfBw9xlFss/s1600-h/IMG_2719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SBw3mvDghqI/AAAAAAAAAWk/gGfBw9xlFss/s200/IMG_2719.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196089208684447394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SBw3m_DghrI/AAAAAAAAAWs/BwC-YobkLVU/s1600-h/IMG_2726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SBw3m_DghrI/AAAAAAAAAWs/BwC-YobkLVU/s200/IMG_2726.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196089212979414706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SBw3nfDghsI/AAAAAAAAAW0/ZEgvPd6MKlE/s1600-h/IMG_2727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SBw3nfDghsI/AAAAAAAAAW0/ZEgvPd6MKlE/s200/IMG_2727.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196089221569349314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-4581502371354842145?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4581502371354842145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=4581502371354842145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/4581502371354842145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/4581502371354842145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/aquarium-and-wild-life-centre.html' title='The Aquarium and Wild Life Centre'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SBw3l_DghoI/AAAAAAAAAWU/DkkdAckNaXk/s72-c/IMG_2701.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-6331323044091332486</id><published>2008-05-03T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T02:41:59.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bondi Beach in Sydney</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SBwpzfDghjI/AAAAAAAAAVs/H4OiJyXeqPc/s1600-h/IMG_2681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SBwpzfDghjI/AAAAAAAAAVs/H4OiJyXeqPc/s200/IMG_2681.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196074034564990514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SBwpz_DghkI/AAAAAAAAAV0/LcDMxCG6ecQ/s1600-h/IMG_2682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SBwpz_DghkI/AAAAAAAAAV0/LcDMxCG6ecQ/s200/IMG_2682.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196074043154925122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SBwp0fDghlI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Lcj19UOnIR4/s1600-h/IMG_2687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SBwp0fDghlI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Lcj19UOnIR4/s200/IMG_2687.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196074051744859730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SBwp0vDghmI/AAAAAAAAAWE/mfmkc03g5do/s1600-h/IMG_2688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SBwp0vDghmI/AAAAAAAAAWE/mfmkc03g5do/s200/IMG_2688.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196074056039827042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SBwp1PDghnI/AAAAAAAAAWM/rKYxYVGlDGc/s1600-h/IMG_2690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SBwp1PDghnI/AAAAAAAAAWM/rKYxYVGlDGc/s200/IMG_2690.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196074064629761650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-6331323044091332486?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6331323044091332486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=6331323044091332486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/6331323044091332486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/6331323044091332486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/beach.html' title='The Bondi Beach in Sydney'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SBwpzfDghjI/AAAAAAAAAVs/H4OiJyXeqPc/s72-c/IMG_2681.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-8719700207210923880</id><published>2008-05-03T01:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T01:31:44.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2 Tess's birthday party.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SBwiGPDghfI/AAAAAAAAAVM/-34i9wcwuzs/s1600-h/IMG_2656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SBwiGPDghfI/AAAAAAAAAVM/-34i9wcwuzs/s200/IMG_2656.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196065560594515442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This felt like a night with old friends. It was like we had known eachother for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SBwiGfDghgI/AAAAAAAAAVU/I2klB5atZO0/s1600-h/IMG_2661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SBwiGfDghgI/AAAAAAAAAVU/I2klB5atZO0/s200/IMG_2661.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196065564889482754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SBwiG_DghhI/AAAAAAAAAVc/j7fEZe6tR-8/s1600-h/IMG_2662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SBwiG_DghhI/AAAAAAAAAVc/j7fEZe6tR-8/s200/IMG_2662.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196065573479417362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SBwiHPDghiI/AAAAAAAAAVk/5MIo3ZorBqg/s1600-h/IMG_2663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SBwiHPDghiI/AAAAAAAAAVk/5MIo3ZorBqg/s200/IMG_2663.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196065577774384674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-8719700207210923880?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8719700207210923880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=8719700207210923880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/8719700207210923880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/8719700207210923880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/day-2-tesss-birthday-party.html' title='Day 2 Tess&apos;s birthday party.'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SBwiGPDghfI/AAAAAAAAAVM/-34i9wcwuzs/s72-c/IMG_2656.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-4119265026682115488</id><published>2008-05-03T01:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T02:42:24.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First day in Sydney Australia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SBwe3_DghaI/AAAAAAAAAUk/6QkrnB8RC2A/s1600-h/IMG_2635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196062017246496162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SBwe3_DghaI/AAAAAAAAAUk/6QkrnB8RC2A/s200/IMG_2635.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SBwe4fDghbI/AAAAAAAAAUs/LJooLwClAMk/s1600-h/IMG_2636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196062025836430770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SBwe4fDghbI/AAAAAAAAAUs/LJooLwClAMk/s200/IMG_2636.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  April 30th I climbed this bridge and stood at the very top where the flags are.  It was very cool.  They don't allow you to bring up your camera's or anything for safety to the cars below, but I can say the view of the Opera house is pretty incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SBwe4_DghcI/AAAAAAAAAU0/cTdCF7aLiB8/s1600-h/IMG_2648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196062034426365378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SBwe4_DghcI/AAAAAAAAAU0/cTdCF7aLiB8/s200/IMG_2648.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SBwe5PDghdI/AAAAAAAAAU8/1Xow794KbS0/s1600-h/IMG_2652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196062038721332690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SBwe5PDghdI/AAAAAAAAAU8/1Xow794KbS0/s200/IMG_2652.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SBwe5vDgheI/AAAAAAAAAVE/ebxS2wcRdEU/s1600-h/IMG_2653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196062047311267298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SBwe5vDgheI/AAAAAAAAAVE/ebxS2wcRdEU/s200/IMG_2653.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-4119265026682115488?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4119265026682115488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=4119265026682115488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/4119265026682115488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/4119265026682115488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/first-day-in-australia.html' title='First day in Sydney Australia'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SBwe3_DghaI/AAAAAAAAAUk/6QkrnB8RC2A/s72-c/IMG_2635.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-6368599879837461999</id><published>2008-05-03T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T01:04:11.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last days in Hong Kong</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SBwcTPDghWI/AAAAAAAAAUE/J7mqNntCi0g/s1600-h/IMG_2626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196059186863048034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SBwcTPDghWI/AAAAAAAAAUE/J7mqNntCi0g/s200/IMG_2626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SBwcTvDghXI/AAAAAAAAAUM/jRLZhluEdYE/s1600-h/IMG_2627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196059195452982642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SBwcTvDghXI/AAAAAAAAAUM/jRLZhluEdYE/s200/IMG_2627.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SBwcT_DghYI/AAAAAAAAAUU/ie6sxMirZq4/s1600-h/IMG_2618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196059199747949954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SBwcT_DghYI/AAAAAAAAAUU/ie6sxMirZq4/s200/IMG_2618.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SBwcUPDghZI/AAAAAAAAAUc/48QLR89NDyI/s1600-h/IMG_2612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196059204042917266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SBwcUPDghZI/AAAAAAAAAUc/48QLR89NDyI/s200/IMG_2612.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-6368599879837461999?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6368599879837461999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=6368599879837461999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/6368599879837461999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/6368599879837461999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/last-days-in-hong-kong.html' title='Last days in Hong Kong'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SBwcTPDghWI/AAAAAAAAAUE/J7mqNntCi0g/s72-c/IMG_2626.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-2465522884008805290</id><published>2008-05-02T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T05:04:08.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 2</title><content type='html'>Wow, it's May.&lt;br /&gt;Wheeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a good time.  Although I do have moments when some company would be nice.  Especially on nice walks like on the beach or today in the Blue Mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was up at the Blue Mountain and yesterday at Jenolan Caves.  They were both nice and the weather was good too.  I have to think about what I'm saying since the truth is I was wearing mittens, but I mean it was clear so that I could see the mountains.  I wouldn't say its sun tanning weather.  I finally broke down and bought myself some good warm cloths.  I hear it's colder in the middle of Australia and that is where I am heading next. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I am flying down to Melbourne to meet a friend of my oldest brother and wife from their year stay here a few years ago.  I met them last summer as they came to stay at my house.  I'm looking forward to the friendly hello.  Which I have had lots, but there is something to be said about the friendly hellos from people we already know.&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday I am off on my tour for 3 weeks.  So I don't know how much contact I will have during that time.  I'll do my best to make at least small entries along the way if there is time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick story,&lt;br /&gt;The natives here are black and generally have long afro like hair, with big bellies.  At least these are the ones sitting in places playing the Digery Doo.  Not sure if I spelled that correct.  Anyway, this guy is up at the Blue Mountains playing, and I was sitting beside him for a while healing my head ache.  I woke up super dizzy this morning.  Not sure why but after the music I felt much better.  So this lady comes up to him and is asking questions.  Lots of tourists are taking pictures and listening.  She askes him what the white paint is for.  He has white clay all over his body and in his hair and on his face.  If I ever get the picture up you'll see it.  My battery went dead on my journey so I had to buy a disposable camera.  So as I was saying she askes him what the white paint is for.   He replies.... I felt like I needed a bit of color.&lt;br /&gt;I giggled and giggled.  She never did get a different answer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-2465522884008805290?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2465522884008805290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=2465522884008805290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/2465522884008805290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/2465522884008805290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/may-2.html' title='May 2'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-3663464874771222240</id><published>2008-04-27T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T01:09:24.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day two in Australia</title><content type='html'>Well day two was as great as day 1.  I didn't have to run anywhere, and they were planning a birthday party at the house.  There was a ton of food and it was so good.  I was totally glutenous. I hadn't eaten all day and then was super hungry.  It was so good.&lt;br /&gt;We sang, as the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Filipino's&lt;/span&gt; do sing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Karaoke&lt;/span&gt; for many hours.  Many, many hours.  But I have to say I had fun.&lt;br /&gt;When that was all over we went out for a little dancing.  It was a lot of fun and really nice.  Considering I just met these people the day before, it seemed we had been friends for years.&lt;br /&gt;The evening even ended with a little good night kiss.&lt;br /&gt;I did have to talk them out of driving to Melbourne for their famous Meat Pies.  Considering I was full to the throat anyway.  The last thing I wanted to do was eat some more.  And besides I will be heading towards Melbourne at some point.&lt;br /&gt;No tickets booked to any new locations.  This feels like a good place to hang for a bit, and their are lots of tours for me to get connected with things to see in Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last nights Insight:  I have wasted a lot of time thinking about what a great relationship "could" be like and have missed out on the fabulous moments right in front of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-3663464874771222240?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3663464874771222240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=3663464874771222240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/3663464874771222240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/3663464874771222240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/day-two-in-australia.html' title='Day two in Australia'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-3430795884173871167</id><published>2008-04-25T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T21:45:05.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insight</title><content type='html'>It came to me in a conversation today with a friend about pesticides being band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I realized was last summer my neighbors did not use anything on their lawn.  The whole neighborhood was being infested with dandelions.  I hadn't used anything on my lawn for years but for some reason they were having a lot of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;I don't actually know why  they were not using something to get rid of the dandelions, but it still brings up the same interesting thought.&lt;br /&gt;So my thought is, it is interesting that someone may not use pesticides for their 30 feet thinking that they are doing their part in saving the worlds environment, when in reaction to that, there was then a need for the other say 300 ft around that 30 feet to the use a pesticide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question is, when does our belief that we are making a "higher" decision actually have the rippling impact of a "lower" result?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-3430795884173871167?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3430795884173871167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=3430795884173871167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/3430795884173871167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/3430795884173871167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/insight_3294.html' title='Insight'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-7444897852072978765</id><published>2008-04-25T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T21:04:17.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insight</title><content type='html'>I practice opening my heart to all because our "beleifs" do not define the love that we come from.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-7444897852072978765?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7444897852072978765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=7444897852072978765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/7444897852072978765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/7444897852072978765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/insight_25.html' title='Insight'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-6953933962214291485</id><published>2008-04-25T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T20:15:31.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Mates!</title><content type='html'>I'm in Australia,&lt;br /&gt;Another great example of quality men taking care of me. &lt;br /&gt;So I get to the airport and wait at the MacDonalds like I was instructed.  I'm waiting and waiting and no one is coming.  So I begin to dig for the phone number I was given in the Philippines.  I needed to find a phone and someone who could tell me the right numbers to call.&lt;br /&gt;I asked two ladies.  That was useless.&lt;br /&gt;I then approached this fine looking man.  I asked if he lived here.  He said no, but he could help me.  I asked how to call the number I was given.  I had to drop the first 2 numbers and add a 0 in front.  So great, now I know how.  He asked if I had a phone to call.  I said no, so he dialed the number for me.  I got Joemar's answering machine.  So this gentleman said he would continue to call for me so we could make contact.  In the mean time I was going to go wait at the MacDonald's in case he came.  How nice was that.  We eventually made contact, and this gentleman was so helpful.  I don't even know his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when Joemar finally found me, we jumped on the train.  He paid for my ticket home.  He paid for my ticket to the Opera house and he bought me dinner.  Talk about a nice welcome from someone I just met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a good place to stay, and have access to Internet about 6 or so blocks away.  I want to lay low for a few days and recoup from Hong Kong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far everything is really great.  I can't wait for beach.  I've skipped the beaches both in the Philippines and Hong Kong, so I'm ready for some Sunshine and sand between my toes.  The weather is cool in comparison to where I"ve been.  The days are in the low 20's and the evening are about 10.  I am cold if you can believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers Mates!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-6953933962214291485?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6953933962214291485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=6953933962214291485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/6953933962214291485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/6953933962214291485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/hello-mates.html' title='Hello Mates!'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-6947123709932491212</id><published>2008-04-25T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T20:05:21.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April 24</title><content type='html'>At the airport&lt;br /&gt;I have to share my latest story.  Today is a busy day.  I am leaving and have to go to the post office.  Get some laundry done.  Go back over to Kowloon Island to pick up a gift.&lt;br /&gt;So I go to the Internet at 7:00am to check any last minute email and make sure Joemar is still meeting me in Sydney.  All is well.&lt;br /&gt;Then to the post office to mail my first box home.&lt;br /&gt;All is well.&lt;br /&gt;Then off to pick up the gift.  I get a bit detoured again as other things catch my eye.  My house is virtually empty since I cleared out and now I get to fill it.  So as the story goes, find something you like, ask how much, say I'll think about it, walk two doors down and get it for half price.  The other thing I discovered is this little tiny shop has a whole studio upstairs.  Not sure if it's a good or bad thing that I didn't know that because she had so much other stuff up their and my shopping might have gotten even more out of hand.  Anyway, bought the gift and a couple extras for me.&lt;br /&gt;Time is running out so I have to get back. Decided to ship my new stuff and a few extras to lighten the load.  So, back up to the post office pick up my laundry and the hotel to shower and close up my bags.&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for the shuttle to central station when this guy sits beside me.  I asked where he is heading. To Sydney, Australia.  Really do you live there.  Yes.  I"m heading the same place.  What things are must do.  So the conversation goes on when the hotel help tells him his limo is here.  He asks me what flight I'm on.  Turns out we're on the same flight.  So he asks if I would like to go with him to the airport.  Yeh that'd be great.  I just have to grab my bags and we can go.  And off went.  Which was a really good thing.  Because the lady that booked my flight did not give me any details at all.  I had no flight details other then the number to give Joemar and I had know idea what terminal either.  So, as far as manifestation and intention goes.  Thank you universe for sending good, honorable men to take care of me.  Life is great.&lt;br /&gt;What do I recall about Hong Kong?  It is fast.  Traffic is moving.&lt;br /&gt;The city sleeps.  Most places close at 6:00. A health conscious city recognizing people have to rest.&lt;br /&gt;I expected people to be a bit rude and pushy.  I did not find that at all.&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite fascinated by the business that is conducted.  Maybe it is everywhere at home to .  I know its always on my mind but here everyone is talking business.&lt;br /&gt;They are constantly building.  My question is where?  I guess if you don't have the land you build that too.&lt;br /&gt;The transit system is amazing.  I can relate it to a pop factory.  All the bottles came in, they get separated based on flavors and each goes down their separate canal, gets filled with Coke, sprite or orange and 'pops' out the other side.&lt;br /&gt;All the signage is very clear and you get in one direction, you get out another direction.  It's all steered for ya.&lt;br /&gt;Shop, shop, shop.&lt;br /&gt;Pastries... and restaurants.&lt;br /&gt;I am listening to a conversation next to me.  And I am thinking how well this English speaking gentlemen must have to listen because he is engineering something for these people and asking questions, and he will give an English example such as "sorry for the convenience' and they have other standard signs.  Good communication is good business. When I think of all the things I have assumed in my life, I have to shake my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Communication, listening with curiosity and the intent to understand is key in absolutely everything I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experience is both insightful and blinding.  Use as know how and discover for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather has been very over cast the entire time  I was here.  I'm beginning to see the blessing in this.  Hong Kong was a work out as it is.  In the heat would have been too much.&lt;br /&gt;I've discovered there is such thing as too hot.  Canada has some pretty nice weather.  Chose your climate.  It effects who we are and who we be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have sent my journal home.  It was too big to keep dragging around, so unfortunately the remainder of the Philippines journey will not make it onto the blog.&lt;br /&gt;One thing that Farhana thought funny was if you want to know here something is don't ask a local.&lt;br /&gt;I have found this on several occasions in my journeying.  If you want to know where something is, ask a tourist.  They've been there.  I've been in Calgary 19 years and I can't say I've been to too many tourist spots.  Not sure what they are.  Just think.  Banff, one of the most beautiful places in the world, 1 1/2 hrs from me and I've been about 4 times.  And always to do something specific.  Not actually to look around and appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I want to create more of in the future.  If I eventually stop this world tour, I"m going to create more weekend get aways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this no tax thing.  It's weird to agree on a price and then pay it, rather than pay it, plus, plus.&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of exciting actually.  I will miss the massages.  Last night was amazing.  At 8:30 I had a two hour sessions.  Part massage and part facial.  And at times they were both working on me.&lt;br /&gt;Although there were times it got what I'd call "unprofessional", the massages were great and I really couldn't care less about the professional part, but I have a thought that others might not like it.&lt;br /&gt;Example: the rooms are very, very small.  So for two people plus me in the room is too many.  They have to move the table in order to work on the other side of me.  So in the case where two are in the room this isn't possible.  So at one point one of the ladies is crawling over me, and then sitting on the table with me in order to work my right side.  I thought is was quite humorous and both ladies are yapping and giggling and working away.&lt;br /&gt;I took joy in how much fun they were having and how good I felt.&lt;br /&gt;And by the way ladies, my $20.00 facial included my eye brows being done.&lt;br /&gt;this is definitely the place for self care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why will I exercise realism with money, but not with food?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-6947123709932491212?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6947123709932491212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=6947123709932491212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/6947123709932491212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/6947123709932491212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/april-24.html' title='April 24'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-103514589287401863</id><published>2008-04-25T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T19:57:08.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April 23</title><content type='html'>I just realized how close I was to the Central Stn. the other night.  And because I was so tired and didn't know where I was I felt like I had an ocean to cross.  When really it was a few steps away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is life each day is new and so we don't know to go left or right, left is 10 steps, right, may be an ocean.  When rested and ready for the journey I can enjoy each venture.  But more importantly, I am in tune with my intuition.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-103514589287401863?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/103514589287401863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=103514589287401863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/103514589287401863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/103514589287401863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/april-23.html' title='April 23'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-7339552444281379854</id><published>2008-04-25T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T19:56:07.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April 22, 2008</title><content type='html'>Coffee with Kelsey,&lt;br /&gt;So I find myself in one of my favorite places.  A coffee shop.  And as I sat down I thought of one of my friends Kelsey.  So in addition to enjoying the view, tasting the sweet pleasures of a white rhapsody mocha, I ask myself, "what would Kelsey and I be talking about right now".  Who am I being, what's going on, as I see the smile and excitement on her side of the table.&lt;br /&gt;I take a deep breath and sit  for a moment to discover.&lt;br /&gt;Anything that reinforces our belief system will work.  In the Feng Shui class the Master said "people ask why does this work?".   He doesn't know.  Not always works.  I say it is a reinforcement to a belief.  If you believe that it will help you.  It will help you.  If you believe it will not, it will not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A daily thought.  All children have gifts.  Some just open theirs sooner than others. I forget the authors name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so thankful there is so much world to discover and that I don't have to do it all this journey, but rather now that the journey has begun, it will never end.  Some may decide to join me along the way, some may decide to leave me along the way, and at the end of the day, I still get to do, be, have, anything  I want and its all up to me to make it so, and to be darn good and sure that I am enjoying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes a coffee shop for me.  Good coffee.  Good comfortable seating.  Somewhat of a good view.  Good music usually something jazzy or Latin.  How it makes me feel, is extremely gratified with my life. Where I'm at, what I've created, where I'm going.  I feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far my journey has swung me from poverty to riches.  And what does that mean really.  Nothing.  But so far it is, around poverty that I have discovered some of the most beautiful natural scenery. I'm sure there has been some and still is beautiful places here in Hong Kong although it's much harder to find them through the sky scrapers and rushing traffic.&lt;br /&gt;There is something to be said for untouched nature.  Unfortunately as soon as we arrive it changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When every tree deserves a lifetime of gazes, how ever is there time to see the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think when I altered my language I was lying.  Now I'm getting that to speak so that others understand is simply speaking their language.&lt;br /&gt;It's the same as giving a gift.  When you give a gift that you like to others, you are satisfying yourself.   But when you make the efforts to give a gift that the one your giving to not only loves, but is able to receive fully,  then you are truly giving.  I find this takes far more effort than giving something I wish them to have, than what they wish to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that everywhere I am I am home.  I just don't have the comforts of my same bed.  But as far as who I am, what goes on inside my head, how I look at things, how I look at others, is all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing I do feel free of here is people pulling me down, and wanting to conform me to a box because it works for them.  There is a glorious freedom in not carrying a cell phone and not having work commitments in areas I don't want them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being away, it is easy to see areas where I have fallen in a rut, and the reality is, it could be really easy to get out of the rut and still be in service to people.&lt;br /&gt;Most of it comes with learning to let go or shall I say give up control.  Which was the best lesson I learned the beginning of 2006.&lt;br /&gt;The practice of doing it is like many lessons, easier to understand than to follow through on.  The more I let go, the better things turn out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The simplicity of weight.  I can eat as many calories as I like, as long as I burn them off.&lt;br /&gt;As far as my body goes, I am now in curiosity and discovery as to why I feel I have to hold onto so much stress and pain. Having these Chinese massages is exactly the type pf massage I've been hoping for.  Although I am shocked at how much my body hurts, and how obviously I have blocked myself from feeling the pain.  Question is what am I holding onto that hurts so much and what makes me believe holding onto it, is a benefit.  More belief re-patterning required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At I reflect on things like this I am truly impressed with circles of learning that I have created around me, and the opportunity to continue the growth.&lt;br /&gt;Kong has wiped me out.  Walking a few blocks seems strenuous, and when I reach a flight of stairs, I I am anxious to get to Australia I will have to meditate and muster up energy as I feel Hongremember warrior camp and think just one step at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am truly wondrous as to how I am going to take on the continent of Australia.&lt;br /&gt;With ease and grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I would like to create along my journey is continued connection with my Mastery family and continued connection with my BR family, and continuing to raise the bar in both.&lt;br /&gt;If I look at the principals of these groups and how I was living my life this year before my trip began I feel my standards had dropped.&lt;br /&gt;Being late, not completing and not following through with my word.  And when that shows up its around things I did not want to do in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;So the lesson in that is to be honest with myself and others as to what works for me and what doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;This was an insight in the Philippines.  I only get really mad, when I am people pleasing instead of honouring myself.  Otherwise I am very happy to be in service.&lt;br /&gt;When my day consists of meditation, exercise, stretching, friends, stimulated thought.  It is a good day.  To think all of this could happen before 9:00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am struggling with the clothes and shoes I want to wear, and the clothes and shoes that fit me. Arg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-7339552444281379854?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7339552444281379854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=7339552444281379854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/7339552444281379854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/7339552444281379854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/april-22-2008.html' title='April 22, 2008'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-1259205393253164197</id><published>2008-04-23T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T17:06:45.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day in Hong Kong</title><content type='html'>Just a quick note. &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my spirits were up again, and excited about my next journey.&lt;br /&gt;I completed my stay in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hong&lt;/span&gt; Kong with a nice walk in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hong&lt;/span&gt; Kong Gardens.  I met a couple there from India that have invited me to stay with them.  I am quite excited about that.  They were very nice.  We took pictures together and everything so we wouldn't forget &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;eachother&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I picked up a few last minute things I had promised.  I still have something "cool" to find for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;neice&lt;/span&gt;.  What defines "cool"  I ask?  And I ended the day with a massage and facial.  How dreamy was that.&lt;br /&gt;I'm all packed and ready to go.  I am shipping my first box home.  Glad to get rid of the weight.  I do not intend to drag that all around Australia.  And I was pleased to find out it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt;' expensive at all.&lt;br /&gt;Next post will be from Sydney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal Insight:  I just realized how close I was to central station the other night, and because I was so tired and didn't know where I was I felt like I had an ocean to cross, when really it was only a few steps away.&lt;br /&gt;This is life.  Each day is new and so it is like standing on a street corner in a new city not sure which direction to go.  Left could mean 10 steps from the destination, and right could mean an ocean away. &lt;br /&gt;When rested and ready for the journey I can enjoy each path.  But more importantly, I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;in tune&lt;/span&gt; with my intuition.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-1259205393253164197?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1259205393253164197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=1259205393253164197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/1259205393253164197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/1259205393253164197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/last-day-in-hong-kong.html' title='Last day in Hong Kong'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-7290136589486439141</id><published>2008-04-21T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T20:21:48.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost time to move on</title><content type='html'>Well there are only two days left for me in Hong Kong.  And I am ready to move on.  I have found this stretch of the journey to be exhausting.  No wonder people say they want to rest when they get back from a holiday.  What I wouldn't give to have a week in my house, in my bed, with access to my tub.  For just a week to recoop.&lt;br /&gt;My experience in Hong Kong is not what I had intended for my journey.  Being more relaxed in each location.  Finding a little apartment or place to stay that I can settle a bit for a month or so in each destination was more along the lines of what I had in mind.&lt;br /&gt;The last four days have not been great.  The weather hasn't been great.  Although in my entire time here I have only had one day of rain.  So I am thankful for that.  It would have been nice to have one or two days and nights of clear skys.&lt;br /&gt;I've been very indisicive the last few days and now I am just annoyed and want to move on.  I am somewhat unhappy with some purchases I have made, and am still shopping as I am looking for a couple gifts to take back.  Unlike some, I have hit the limit and am tired of spending money.  Now it just annoys me when another dollar leaves my pocket.&lt;br /&gt;Everything in moderation as they say.&lt;br /&gt;I do have a place to stay when I reach Sydney Australia, but I don't know that it will be for very long.  I expect just enough time to figure out where I am going and what I want to do and then I will be on my way.  Many people are tellling me to take tours while I am there, so I will look into that when I get there.&lt;br /&gt;I beleive this will be my last blog posting until I reach Australia, as my internet time has run out, and as I said I don't feel like spending any more money in the moment.  Besides I have more traveling to do and I'm not interested in dragging all this stuff around.  I have to take today to figure out what I am doing for sending a box home.  I've heard of door to door service but am unable to find the correct link on the web.&lt;br /&gt;All in all Hong Kong has been a great experience.  I keep forgetting to mention that it is a very romantic city.  There are lots of beautiful sights, and places to snuggle up to a special someone and admire the views.  I see people kissing lots.  And I don't mean tourists.  I mean the locals in the train station, in the mall, the way they walk.  Lot's of love'n here.&lt;br /&gt;It is really a great city for me.  It has all the business rush and modern know how.  It has all the traditional medicines and healing and meditation.  It has lots of romance.  It is near the ocean.  The only thing I haven't seen are beaches.  The coasts are filled with sky scrapers.  Apparently there are one or two around.  I don't know that I will bother seeking one out this trip.&lt;br /&gt;I will take in another good meal or two before I leave.  But for the most part I feel like relaxing.  My body is tired. Yesterday I bought a pair of runners because my right foot was hurting so much I could hardly walk on it.  I thought another reflexology appointment would help, but it didn't make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;I could take another couple tours.  One goes into China.  Which I thought I would like to take, but it seems I have waited too long to book.  At least it won't allow me to book online.  If I'm near the Central Pier I may see if they will still take me.&lt;br /&gt;Til next post...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-7290136589486439141?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7290136589486439141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=7290136589486439141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/7290136589486439141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/7290136589486439141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/almost-time-to-move-on.html' title='Almost time to move on'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-7779810161713739833</id><published>2008-04-21T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T20:00:29.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A temple</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SA1RTPDghPI/AAAAAAAAATM/FY3nl6MQYEo/s1600-h/Hong+Kong+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191895336328660210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SA1RTPDghPI/AAAAAAAAATM/FY3nl6MQYEo/s200/Hong+Kong+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SA1RTvDghQI/AAAAAAAAATU/Wn_Xyx4a5-Y/s1600-h/Hong+Kong+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191895344918594818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SA1RTvDghQI/AAAAAAAAATU/Wn_Xyx4a5-Y/s200/Hong+Kong+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SA1RT_DghRI/AAAAAAAAATc/rWayc5nuWXY/s1600-h/Hong+Kong+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191895349213562130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SA1RT_DghRI/AAAAAAAAATc/rWayc5nuWXY/s200/Hong+Kong+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-7779810161713739833?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7779810161713739833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=7779810161713739833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/7779810161713739833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/7779810161713739833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/temple.html' title='A temple'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SA1RTPDghPI/AAAAAAAAATM/FY3nl6MQYEo/s72-c/Hong+Kong+072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-4588496120240865843</id><published>2008-04-21T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T20:50:28.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jumbo Floating Restaurant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SA1NT_DghMI/AAAAAAAAAS0/ZZtQ5jP9TUY/s1600-h/Hong+Kong+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191890951167050946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SA1NT_DghMI/AAAAAAAAAS0/ZZtQ5jP9TUY/s200/Hong+Kong+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SA1NUfDghNI/AAAAAAAAAS8/gPJ3doVwUA4/s1600-h/Hong+Kong+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191890959756985554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SA1NUfDghNI/AAAAAAAAAS8/gPJ3doVwUA4/s200/Hong+Kong+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SA1NUvDghOI/AAAAAAAAATE/EktVrWBXemQ/s1600-h/Hong+Kong+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191890964051952866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SA1NUvDghOI/AAAAAAAAATE/EktVrWBXemQ/s200/Hong+Kong+071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is was a lovely lunch. Peter told me to go to this place because it is very well known. The "floating" restaurant. It is on the water. I took a little tiny ferry ride over to it. The top piture is actually of where I was leaving not where I was going. So I don't have a full picture of the restaurant. But it was really good. And not very expensive. Dim Sum in Calgary is way more. I enjoyed some shrimp dumplings, fried duck, and beef rice wraps. I went with a lot of me this day. I was feeling like I needed it. And then I finished off with some fresh mango pudding.&lt;br /&gt;It was all very yummy. And I have to say, I did think of all your hard working souls at home and thought my life is way better. hee hee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-4588496120240865843?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4588496120240865843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=4588496120240865843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/4588496120240865843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/4588496120240865843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/jumbo-floating-restaurant.html' title='Jumbo Floating Restaurant'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SA1NT_DghMI/AAAAAAAAAS0/ZZtQ5jP9TUY/s72-c/Hong+Kong+069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-6191480224989903526</id><published>2008-04-21T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T19:23:21.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Peak</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SA1I2fDghII/AAAAAAAAASU/DxVnCrWJics/s1600-h/Hong+Kong+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SA1I2fDghII/AAAAAAAAASU/DxVnCrWJics/s200/Hong+Kong+065.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191886046314398850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This cable car is super steap.  I think they say an angle of 22 degrees or something.  Which in my mind didn't sound that steep until I got on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SA1I2_DghJI/AAAAAAAAASc/y16i7ynaSmo/s1600-h/Hong+Kong+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SA1I2_DghJI/AAAAAAAAASc/y16i7ynaSmo/s200/Hong+Kong+066.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191886054904333458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SA1I3PDghKI/AAAAAAAAASk/uUXqzNstweE/s1600-h/Hong+Kong+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SA1I3PDghKI/AAAAAAAAASk/uUXqzNstweE/s200/Hong+Kong+067.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191886059199300770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Unfortunately the weather hasn't been cooperating and most days are very misty like this, blocking the view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SA1I3vDghLI/AAAAAAAAASs/kPL6tPx8qZY/s1600-h/Hong+Kong+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SA1I3vDghLI/AAAAAAAAASs/kPL6tPx8qZY/s200/Hong+Kong+068.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191886067789235378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-6191480224989903526?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6191480224989903526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=6191480224989903526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/6191480224989903526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/6191480224989903526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post_21.html' title='The Peak'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SA1I2fDghII/AAAAAAAAASU/DxVnCrWJics/s72-c/Hong+Kong+065.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-2710884970644494607</id><published>2008-04-21T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T19:03:10.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A taste of Culture on Sunday afternoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SA1GMfDghDI/AAAAAAAAARs/7M8nSKk4jhw/s1600-h/Hong+Kong+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SA1GMfDghDI/AAAAAAAAARs/7M8nSKk4jhw/s200/Hong+Kong+060.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191883125736637490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SA1GNPDghEI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Mx_hmLIvm4k/s1600-h/Hong+Kong+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SA1GNPDghEI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Mx_hmLIvm4k/s200/Hong+Kong+061.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191883138621539394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SA1GNfDghFI/AAAAAAAAAR8/ZQitbijdqo4/s1600-h/Hong+Kong+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SA1GNfDghFI/AAAAAAAAAR8/ZQitbijdqo4/s200/Hong+Kong+062.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191883142916506706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SA1GNvDghGI/AAAAAAAAASE/ZCXZq2TTu9c/s1600-h/Hong+Kong+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SA1GNvDghGI/AAAAAAAAASE/ZCXZq2TTu9c/s200/Hong+Kong+063.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191883147211474018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SA1GN_DghHI/AAAAAAAAASM/cezwCarbN3Q/s1600-h/Hong+Kong+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SA1GN_DghHI/AAAAAAAAASM/cezwCarbN3Q/s200/Hong+Kong+064.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191883151506441330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-2710884970644494607?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2710884970644494607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=2710884970644494607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/2710884970644494607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/2710884970644494607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/taste-of-culture-on-sunday-afternoon.html' title='A taste of Culture on Sunday afternoon'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SA1GMfDghDI/AAAAAAAAARs/7M8nSKk4jhw/s72-c/Hong+Kong+060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-859713223018671034</id><published>2008-04-21T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T18:51:31.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the way to the Big Budda - I crossed about 4 mountains on this lift.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SA1A0vDgg-I/AAAAAAAAARE/EHCKj2SZnuQ/s1600-h/Hong+Kong+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SA1A0vDgg-I/AAAAAAAAARE/EHCKj2SZnuQ/s200/Hong+Kong+057.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191877220156605410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SA1A0_Dgg_I/AAAAAAAAARM/97lX0u2VMAY/s1600-h/Hong+Kong+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SA1A0_Dgg_I/AAAAAAAAARM/97lX0u2VMAY/s200/Hong+Kong+055.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191877224451572722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SA1A1fDghAI/AAAAAAAAARU/O_D1Ro1vSsI/s1600-h/Hong+Kong+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SA1A1fDghAI/AAAAAAAAARU/O_D1Ro1vSsI/s200/Hong+Kong+056.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191877233041507330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SA1A1vDghBI/AAAAAAAAARc/QM48joirPNI/s1600-h/Hong+Kong+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SA1A1vDghBI/AAAAAAAAARc/QM48joirPNI/s200/Hong+Kong+058.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191877237336474642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SA1A1_DghCI/AAAAAAAAARk/g22BGnWE1Mo/s1600-h/Hong+Kong+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SA1A1_DghCI/AAAAAAAAARk/g22BGnWE1Mo/s200/Hong+Kong+059.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191877241631441954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-859713223018671034?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/859713223018671034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=859713223018671034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/859713223018671034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/859713223018671034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/on-way-to-big-budda-i-crossed-about-4.html' title='On the way to the Big Budda - I crossed about 4 mountains on this lift.'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SA1A0vDgg-I/AAAAAAAAARE/EHCKj2SZnuQ/s72-c/Hong+Kong+057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-6818079625557021391</id><published>2008-04-21T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T18:29:03.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hong Kong Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SA085PDgg5I/AAAAAAAAAQc/wrhT8xIGAJU/s1600-h/Hong+Kong+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SA085PDgg5I/AAAAAAAAAQc/wrhT8xIGAJU/s200/Hong+Kong+045.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191872899419505554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Getting measured for a custom made suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SA086PDgg6I/AAAAAAAAAQk/85IUrhces_E/s1600-h/Hong+Kong+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SA086PDgg6I/AAAAAAAAAQk/85IUrhces_E/s200/Hong+Kong+046.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191872916599374754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I have never seen a Haagen Dazs ice cream store before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SA086fDgg7I/AAAAAAAAAQs/I9paxlMb74A/s1600-h/Hong+Kong+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SA086fDgg7I/AAAAAAAAAQs/I9paxlMb74A/s200/Hong+Kong+050.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191872920894342066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Having a ride on the Duk Ling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SA086_Dgg8I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/4HUhghLhZ-0/s1600-h/Hong+Kong+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SA086_Dgg8I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/4HUhghLhZ-0/s200/Hong+Kong+051.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191872929484276674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SA087PDgg9I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/G0-NnTWqq84/s1600-h/Hong+Kong+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SA087PDgg9I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/G0-NnTWqq84/s200/Hong+Kong+053.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191872933779243986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-6818079625557021391?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6818079625557021391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=6818079625557021391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/6818079625557021391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/6818079625557021391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/hong-kong-pictures.html' title='Hong Kong Pictures'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SA085PDgg5I/AAAAAAAAAQc/wrhT8xIGAJU/s72-c/Hong+Kong+045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-5555285860518548600</id><published>2008-04-17T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T05:22:46.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hong Kong every day sights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SAc4zzS9oZI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fkOc4gzym9o/s1600-h/Hong+King+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SAc4zzS9oZI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fkOc4gzym9o/s200/Hong+King+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190179558162014610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Laundry hanging... Your typical close line in Hong Kong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SAc40TS9oaI/AAAAAAAAAPc/gHw17eSJY1w/s1600-h/Hong+King+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SAc40TS9oaI/AAAAAAAAAPc/gHw17eSJY1w/s200/Hong+King+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190179566751949218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  You can find Dried everything here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SAc40zS9obI/AAAAAAAAAPk/zfmD3cKtSek/s1600-h/Hong+King+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SAc40zS9obI/AAAAAAAAAPk/zfmD3cKtSek/s200/Hong+King+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190179575341883826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  And there are many stores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SAc41DS9ocI/AAAAAAAAAPs/8zX-2i-WJe0/s1600-h/Hong+King+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SAc41DS9ocI/AAAAAAAAAPs/8zX-2i-WJe0/s200/Hong+King+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190179579636851138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Meditating on the busy street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SAc41jS9odI/AAAAAAAAAP0/BqfhiXgub_8/s1600-h/Hong+King+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SAc41jS9odI/AAAAAAAAAP0/BqfhiXgub_8/s200/Hong+King+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190179588226785746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Lot's of people.. big buses&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-5555285860518548600?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5555285860518548600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=5555285860518548600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/5555285860518548600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/5555285860518548600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post_17.html' title='Hong Kong every day sights'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SAc4zzS9oZI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fkOc4gzym9o/s72-c/Hong+King+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-478691460773650104</id><published>2008-04-17T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T04:33:19.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hong Kong Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SAcyfzS9oUI/AAAAAAAAAOs/U0e63C4i4r0/s1600-h/Hong+King+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SAcyfzS9oUI/AAAAAAAAAOs/U0e63C4i4r0/s200/Hong+King+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190172617494864194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; More high rises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SAcygTS9oVI/AAAAAAAAAO0/L4obtDDhwYQ/s1600-h/Hong+King+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SAcygTS9oVI/AAAAAAAAAO0/L4obtDDhwYQ/s200/Hong+King+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190172626084798802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SAcygzS9oWI/AAAAAAAAAO8/FhrvcX6MP8o/s1600-h/Hong+King+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SAcygzS9oWI/AAAAAAAAAO8/FhrvcX6MP8o/s200/Hong+King+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190172634674733410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Tea Appreciation Class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SAcyhTS9oXI/AAAAAAAAAPE/XWfci40w5og/s1600-h/Hong+King+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SAcyhTS9oXI/AAAAAAAAAPE/XWfci40w5og/s200/Hong+King+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190172643264668018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Walking in a park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SAcyhzS9oYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/p2NfvXmBXok/s1600-h/Hong+King+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SAcyhzS9oYI/AAAAAAAAAPM/p2NfvXmBXok/s200/Hong+King+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190172651854602626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-478691460773650104?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/478691460773650104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=478691460773650104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/478691460773650104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/478691460773650104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/more-high-rises-tea-appreciation-class.html' title='Hong Kong Pictures'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SAcyfzS9oUI/AAAAAAAAAOs/U0e63C4i4r0/s72-c/Hong+King+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-4295693470728788393</id><published>2008-04-17T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T04:01:03.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hong Kong Day 4 - Well worth it</title><content type='html'>It's late in the afternoon and I just got off my ride on the Duke Ling.  Which is a boat.  I ran into Doug, which is a young man I keep running into on these daily tours.  He was on the going, as I was on the coming ride.  After a little chat with him I began to wander on.  Not sure what to do next and feeling a bit board I continued to stroll singing along.  There was a man from India walking sort of along side me.  I noticed him energetically and wondered why he hung kind of parallel to me until he moved forward a bit.  The next thing I know he turns around and tells me I'm a very lucky lady.  Which he preceded to tell me over and over again.  So as he is talking I keep wondering what he is selling me or where he was going to take me to buy something.  He continues to talk.  He wanted to see my hand.  So I show him.  He tells me I am going to live a very long life.  Someone in my life has died of disease or sickness, but I am going to live a very long life.  Probably around 95.  May I see your hand again?  So I show him my hand. In the mean time he keeps talking and I am straining to understand him.  One, his accent is very heavy, and two he is talking very fast.  He tells me just about right off the top that God wanted me to you.  Meaning him to meet me.  That is why he stopped.  So far he is making a lot of sense to me and I am not surprised, and I am also still wondering where the catch is.&lt;br /&gt;I have a very big heart he says.  I help many people, but I am not helped by many.  God helps me.  I have to agree.   I'm still looking at him with a smile on my face in awe, in entertainment, in wonder, and waiting for the catch.  &lt;br /&gt;I kept thinking of Farhana's step dad and how he just knows things.  And since this is much of how I live my life I'm not surprised by what is happening either.  He continues.  He writes down things on pieces of paper.  Rolls them in little balls, and then gives them to me to hold in my hand.  So then he begins to ask me questions.  Magic maybe - maybe not.  After I answer his questions he tells me to open my hand.  Take the little rolled up ball of paper and open it.  He has the answers I gave him written on the paper.&lt;br /&gt;He does it again.  Still talking away.  He tells me there are two men I am in love with.  One will break my heart.  Now this I didn't expect.  I thought I'd be the one doing the heart breaking.  He also told me I think too much.&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly enough this past fall a psychic told me the same thing.  She told me I'd have to choose between one of them, not one would break my heart.  Again he has given me a rolled up piece of paper to hold in my hand.  Asks me some more questions and then like magic tells me to blow on the little ball of paper in my hand and open it up, and there are the three answers I gave him.&lt;br /&gt;Then the good part.  &lt;br /&gt;He says those with lots of money will pay me $600.00, average $400.00 and little money $200.00.  Let's just say I'm glad I didn't have a lot of money on me, because he cleaned me out.  I gave him $150.00. Which is about $20.00 Canadian.  I was saying that is all I have.  I offered him a $100.00 first and he saw the $50.00 and insisted I give him that too.  I said you are going to take all my money?  He said you have lots of money.  I have seen it.  ( the psychic also commented on this as well)&lt;br /&gt;Then that wasn't enough, so he asked if I have any of my own currency on me.  Interestingly enough I've been wondering why I've had this $20.00 bill on me, because it really doesn't do me any good as I'm not going to exchange only $20.00.  Now I know why.  He tells me that he wants my own currency because he will use it to pray for me.  When he sees it he will remember my face and pray for me.  He will pray for lots of love and romance and happiness.  Seems everyone is asking this for me on my journey.  You would be amazed at all the comments and prayers around that.&lt;br /&gt;I ended up giving him the $20.00 as well.&lt;br /&gt;It was worth every penny.  I don't know that he told me anything I didn't already know other than not to eat chicken on Mondays.  I couldn't understand why, but no more chicken on Monday was a definite.  He reiterated that at the end.&lt;br /&gt;Then he asked if I was coming to India.  I said maybe.  I would like to.  So then he gave me his full name, the city, the phone numbers and said when I come to India I will have a free place to stay, good food, and he will take me about.  The friendship is free too.&lt;br /&gt;After that I was approached by a few Asian people.  I think they were from Japan.  Not sure why but they wanted their picture with me.  I'm an easy king of girl so I said yes.&lt;br /&gt;Then about a 1/2 hour later, a couple boys were doing a study for school, asked for some time and a picture.  So I said yes.&lt;br /&gt;My picture is all over the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for being board.  It was great entertainment after that thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am again at the computer.  I think I am done with tasting pastries.  They are lovely, but today I feel kind of sick.  I am going back to fruit.  I feel much better on fruit.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I was also talked into buying a tailor made suit.  I was trying to figure out what I was going to do with a suit, since I never wear business suits anymore, oh that reminds me, Bob.. the Indian guy, also told me I was going to have a very big promotion. (I love that he signed his sheet Boob) I hope that means more easy money, because promotion sounds like work to me.  Regardless, the suit, I decided to go for because I told Darren and Dave that they have full permission to tell me to up my wardrobe when I get back.  I'm tired of looking like a garbage bag used twice.&lt;br /&gt;Hong Kong is known for it's tailored attire.&lt;br /&gt;If it looks as good as it could, I may get them to do more for me before I leave.  It's not cheap, but it is good quality.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought for the day:&lt;br /&gt;Adventuring is really easy.. get on a plane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-4295693470728788393?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4295693470728788393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=4295693470728788393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/4295693470728788393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/4295693470728788393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/hong-kong-day-4-well-worth-it.html' title='Hong Kong Day 4 - Well worth it'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-4658351703563290180</id><published>2008-04-16T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T05:03:21.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hong Kong - Day 3</title><content type='html'>This morning I was unsuccessful again at finding my Tai Chi class.  I later found out it is on the other island during the week.  At least now I know.&lt;br /&gt;So I had a lovely coffee and watched the world pass by me in its busy state.  I've decided all there is to do in Hong Kong is eat, shop and work.&lt;br /&gt;In the coffee shop the quote was: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"If you add to the truth, you subtract from it"  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;The Tilman&lt;br /&gt;Eating is really quite amazing.  The food is awesome.  And I'm really doing my best to not only feast on Chinese Pastry's.  They are all so yummy.&lt;br /&gt;Shopping, well that's kind of pointless for my not at all Asian body.&lt;br /&gt;And the sights are great, but once they are done, they will be done.  &lt;br /&gt;Today I took in the Appreciation of Chinese Medicine.  It was very interesting as was the Tea Tasting. &lt;br /&gt;Tonight I though I would do a reflexology appointment.  That was quite painful too.  And then they wanted to throw in 30 mins of regular massage.  I was trying to explain that I had a massage yesterday and I was still very tender.  I thought they didn't understand.  But I ended up with the massage anyway, and turns out they did understand.  It was very gentle and done with a relaxing and healing oil.  Oh thank goodness.&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, I am shoppingm shopping and shopping.  Nothing else to do while I am walking.  I am enjoying myself though.  I walk and walk and walk.  And most of the time I am not rushing.  Much of the time I am in discovery mode and it doesn't matter which road I wander down.  I am filtering through lots of things, and buying only what I really, really like, or think that someone else will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to wander some more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-4658351703563290180?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4658351703563290180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=4658351703563290180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/4658351703563290180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/4658351703563290180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/hong-kong-day-3.html' title='Hong Kong - Day 3'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-4498138234452972727</id><published>2008-04-15T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T06:37:26.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Diary - March 29</title><content type='html'>It is Saturday on their Sabboth day.  I think it is the 30th.  Time really has no relavance here.  At least not for me.  My heart feels very joy filled today.  They had church this mornign but I  did not attend.  3 hrs in another language didn't seem like a use of time that served me.  Because I had a poor nights rest last night I decided to take a nap.  It was super hot though.  They had taken the fan for the church.  It's next door.  After church I decided to call some friends.  I did get ahold of Darren and it was nice to hear his voice.  I got my wish.  They are dealing with their stuff without me.&lt;br /&gt;After lunch I decided to join the kids swimming.  They left without me.  It was quite funny.  As I  was wlking down to the river they were walking back.  They were finished, but because I was going they were all going again.&lt;br /&gt;They are definitly getting more comfortable with me.  There were some local boys there that cleared out and waited for me as I swam.  Apparently everything I do is quite awe striking.  Once they discovered I wasn't a poisonous fish they got back in.&lt;br /&gt;The family boys were picking on me and splashing me good.  I had to chase a few of them down and dunk them a bit.  It's when I am being with the kids taht I find the most joy.  Adults are boring.&lt;br /&gt;Although I conceptually knew thiw before today it really began to sink in.  I need to chose something to be passionate about to put my whole heart into.  It seems waiting to support that special someone's dream is taking too long, although I am certainly getting a better idea of the like I choose to live.  Working with an adventure crew would be great.  Meetin gnew people daily and creating an experience that moves them in joy, and through fear, with laughter sounds like a really good time.  One that serves my body, mind and soul.  I've always loved sports, adenture, the outdoors and I do love people.  And having them wisk in and out of my life rather than me wisk in and out of thiers may be a new leaf I am ready to turn.&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon we enjoyed Halo Halo, which stands for mixtures.  Which it truely is.  It is a mixture fo sweet cooked fruits and vegetables and loarge tapioca with shaved ice and some condensed milk.  I've never really enjoyed large tapioca before, but there is something to be said about these spongy marbles.&lt;br /&gt;We also spend a large part of the afternoon playing cards.  I really enjoy there Saturdays.  It is a day wehre no one rushes anywhere.  It is family day.  And everyone visits and relaxes.  It can be felt in the air.&lt;br /&gt;I fell very relaxed as I sit on the belcony and write about my day.&lt;br /&gt;The boys walking back from the river where saying that I  am beautiful and sexy.  Not sure how to take that coming from a 12 year old.  I guess in my intentions of meeting good men in the world I should have stipulated over 28.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-4498138234452972727?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4498138234452972727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=4498138234452972727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/4498138234452972727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/4498138234452972727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-diary-march-29.html' title='My Diary - March 29'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-4951063218445604474</id><published>2008-04-15T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T06:18:31.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes grad students chose that I liked</title><content type='html'>The purpose of life is a life lived with purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is better to do good things now than to intend to do good later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small opportunities are often the beginning of great enterprises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughter is the best medicine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not enough to do good, but to be good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is better to go to bed hungry than to wake up in debt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-4951063218445604474?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4951063218445604474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=4951063218445604474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/4951063218445604474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/4951063218445604474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/quotes-grad-students-chose-that-i-liked.html' title='Quotes grad students chose that I liked'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-3894255512833705135</id><published>2008-04-15T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T06:16:46.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Diary - Mar 27</title><content type='html'>I can say I am getting tired of this one girl touching me, hanging on me, and commenting about fat people. I'm ready to whop her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had a new experience. I went to the toilet and when I stood up I could see right over the top and see myself in the mirror and everyone in the room. How odd is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received an email that I haven't been able to get off my mind. That concerns me because I truly believe that I am to meet an honorable man on this journey. Maybe I will find that only to find that that is not the answer either.&lt;br /&gt;Every time I start a journey of learning it seems I find my answer to only start a new journey. Which is great except in the area of relationships.&lt;br /&gt;I am wondering how a relationship remains as one when I and he are forever changing? How does the universe remain as one when it is forever changing? &lt;strong&gt;It is one&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Regardless of change how harsh or gentle, it could never be torn apart&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-3894255512833705135?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3894255512833705135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=3894255512833705135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/3894255512833705135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/3894255512833705135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-diary-mar-27.html' title='My Diary - Mar 27'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-4690651410044884072</id><published>2008-04-15T06:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T06:06:59.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loves</title><content type='html'>Dips in the river - especially moonlight ones&lt;br /&gt;Mango&lt;br /&gt;Star fruit&lt;br /&gt;Laughter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-4690651410044884072?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4690651410044884072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=4690651410044884072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/4690651410044884072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/4690651410044884072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/loves.html' title='Loves'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-3167224289398332918</id><published>2008-04-15T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T06:04:14.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pet Peeves</title><content type='html'>Fish soup&lt;br /&gt;Burned fish&lt;br /&gt;Fish for breakfast&lt;br /&gt;Fish&lt;br /&gt;Little red ants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-3167224289398332918?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3167224289398332918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=3167224289398332918' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/3167224289398332918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/3167224289398332918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/pet-peeves.html' title='Pet Peeves'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-2038397809168594631</id><published>2008-04-15T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T06:07:47.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Diary - Mar 26</title><content type='html'>Well, I find myself at my fourth graduation.  They are very long.  This si for all the Essential school come together for one large grad.  They have been very long, and they are very loud.  I feel like I am constantly being yelled at.  Although I did not get a lot of sleep last night so I find myslef realtively tired tofday.&lt;br /&gt;I think we are about half way through our stay at the Philippines.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-2038397809168594631?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2038397809168594631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=2038397809168594631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/2038397809168594631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/2038397809168594631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-diary-mar-28.html' title='My Diary - Mar 26'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-6051981668791959120</id><published>2008-04-15T05:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T05:56:41.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Diary - Mar 25</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a great day. Ofelia rented a pool park for 2000.00 pesos. It had a water slide. She invited the whole village. All the children came, and they played and played and laughed. Most ran around in there underwear. The little ones were nude. It was such a blessing to be there and watch them all.&lt;br /&gt;Ofelia had brought ice cream and lunch for all of them. 4 large pots of rice and they were sent home for more. Everyone ate. I also sang some karaoke songs.&lt;br /&gt;On the way home our tricycle was passing by a van. The van began to turn to make a u-turn and we were hit. It was probably our fault. The driver was going too fast and should have waited. The lady on the outside got her knees banged up a bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-6051981668791959120?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6051981668791959120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=6051981668791959120' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/6051981668791959120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/6051981668791959120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-diary-mar-25.html' title='My Diary - Mar 25'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-3658590885966205900</id><published>2008-04-15T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T05:51:55.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Romance</title><content type='html'>Right down in my core it feels calm.  Everything is as it is to be.  Time is not right.  Stars are not aligned.  Call it what you want to call it.  But I am to be on this journey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-3658590885966205900?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3658590885966205900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=3658590885966205900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/3658590885966205900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/3658590885966205900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/romance.html' title='Romance'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-8543637603526150350</id><published>2008-04-15T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T05:49:37.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Diary - March 25</title><content type='html'>Today I spent the majority of the day at the Internet. 7 hrs to be exact, and then lost all my work. When I got back I attended an elementary graduation. They asked me to pin a ribbon on one of the cousins. I was so glad and so proud of David. I just may take him home with me. Then the teachers asked if I would sponsor the medal's program for the next year. I asked how much. They then said whatever you can give. After that we had some food to eat. I can't say I liked it. Lots of vegetables and more fish.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went for a swim and we played games in the water. It was a lot of fund.&lt;br /&gt;This evening we went to the neighbors because their 4 year old daughter was bitten by a snake and died. She was very sweet in her white coffin.&lt;br /&gt;They take 10 days to bury their dead here, and they keep the coffin at the house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-8543637603526150350?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8543637603526150350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=8543637603526150350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/8543637603526150350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/8543637603526150350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-diary-march-25.html' title='My Diary - March 25'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-3523623515089180199</id><published>2008-04-15T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T05:44:28.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Diary - Mar 24</title><content type='html'>Got up at 3:00 am to go to Raya's grad at 8:00 am. It was very nice and very long. They had a great speaker. We had lunch and then began the journey home. It was filled with visiting many relatives homes in different cities along the way. They go for 4 hr trips here like it's a Sunday afternoon drive. (Crazy)&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember the words exact. But the speaker said something along the lines of everyone has influence. Decide whether yours will be a good influence or a bad influence.&lt;br /&gt;He preceded to say things along the lines of when you influence another ....&lt;br /&gt;When you influence a leader you influence many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a great insight for me. As I had a bit of a conversation with the owner of a school here. He has done some great things for lots of people. He asked what my secret to staying young was. I told him in all sincerity it is to speak the truth whether others like it or not.&lt;br /&gt;He continued to share my insight with others and kept commenting back to it. It was through the speaker at the graduation that I realized just how many I had influenced by speaking my truth to this one man. This leader.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-3523623515089180199?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3523623515089180199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=3523623515089180199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/3523623515089180199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/3523623515089180199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-diary-mar-24.html' title='My Diary - Mar 24'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-1094408444577013564</id><published>2008-04-15T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T05:35:48.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insight</title><content type='html'>I love friends who love to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking of the people in my life, who keep life light hearted and fun, unless otherwise required. That's a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the chivalry James.. I still giggle about the puddle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-1094408444577013564?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1094408444577013564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=1094408444577013564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/1094408444577013564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/1094408444577013564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/insight_15.html' title='Insight'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-4658890228289822330</id><published>2008-04-15T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T05:32:50.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Diary - March ??</title><content type='html'>My day was filled with touring around small villages, seeing their schools and their Seventh Day Adventist chrches.  It was really nice.  Everything is so simple.  It brings me peace.  To have the world stop rushing.  To nap in the afternoon, to raise chickens to sell.&lt;br /&gt;It also becomes more and more obvious to me that it is time to move.  Living in the city has benefits but not the benefits that my heart requires.  I require poeple that I am close to, connection to family, friends and nature.  I require connection to activity and movement and to fresh air. I require the space for thought and creation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-4658890228289822330?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4658890228289822330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=4658890228289822330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/4658890228289822330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/4658890228289822330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-diary-march_15.html' title='My Diary - March ??'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-969389845103462762</id><published>2008-04-15T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T05:25:47.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insight</title><content type='html'>Judge not that about which I am passionate.  &lt;br /&gt;Simply notice it, then see if it serves me given who and what I wish to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-969389845103462762?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/969389845103462762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=969389845103462762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/969389845103462762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/969389845103462762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/insight.html' title='Insight'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-2109718705926033004</id><published>2008-04-15T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T05:06:22.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Day in Hong Kong</title><content type='html'>Well it was a calm day.  The only thing I really wanted to do was take advantage of a massage here.  I spent all of the morning uploading pictures so I can delete them off my camera.  It takes hours and hours.&lt;br /&gt;Then I went out determined to figure out why I couldn't find my back last night.  So on foot I set.  What I discovered was I am in a totally different area of town than I thought.  I am quite a ways off the main strip.  The road names are the same except for the West vs. Central.  And you can't get from Central to West.  Which was the other confusing part.  The road just ended.  So at least now I know where I am and why I spend about 5 hours of my day walking.  Which is a good thing because the Chinese pastries here are quite delectable.&lt;br /&gt;So on my walk I decided I would find a place that would have a good massage.  So I eventually saw a sign with some feet on them.  I figured reflexology would be great here.  So I went in.  Up and up and up stairs.  I understand now why Asians are small and have really nice legs.  Its because they walk a lot and here in Hong Kong they do a lot of up and down hills too.  They also need to fit into small places.  You put five average people in the elevator here and its full.  Although the sign says 11.  I'm thinking, ya right.  Actually here there are lots of tall men.  Asianly skinny, and tall.&lt;br /&gt;So I went for my message.  They gave me a pair of short and a t-shirt to put on.  So I did.  Then they put a cloth on my.  I beleive this is for slipperiness so they can actually move their hands over you.  Ruff and deep and no mercy.  As he's digging his fingers in me, he saying it hurts a lot there.  Yes, yes it does, thank you.   I didn't need to be told, I can feel it.  I think he was trying to straighten out my hips which have been off for the last 21 years now.  Maybe I'll go back a couple more times before my time is up.  He may actually be successful.&lt;br /&gt;That was it.  The long treck home.  I'm yawning already and it is only 8:00.  I think the evening will be short.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-2109718705926033004?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2109718705926033004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=2109718705926033004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/2109718705926033004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/2109718705926033004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/second-day-in-hong-kong.html' title='Second Day in Hong Kong'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-9160451413896918279</id><published>2008-04-14T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T17:22:02.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you think your neighbors are too close now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SAPu9DS9oPI/AAAAAAAAAOE/snkigs970pQ/s1600-h/Picture+385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SAPu-zS9oSI/AAAAAAAAAOc/th_mZp1jU0w/s200/Picture+388.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189253958349988130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SAPu_TS9oTI/AAAAAAAAAOk/D1EPJhN0JpI/s1600-h/Picture+404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SAPu_TS9oTI/AAAAAAAAAOk/D1EPJhN0JpI/s200/Picture+404.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189253966939922738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-9160451413896918279?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9160451413896918279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=9160451413896918279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/9160451413896918279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/9160451413896918279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/if-you-think-your-neighbors-are-too.html' title='If you think your neighbors are too close now.'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/SAPu9DS9oPI/AAAAAAAAAOE/snkigs970pQ/s72-c/Picture+385.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-1237264107718126317</id><published>2008-04-13T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T16:37:43.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've arrived in Hong Kong</title><content type='html'>This morning I am frustrated. It is very expensive here and I got used to the far ways my dollars went in the Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;My room is costing me about 150.00 per night. I am looking for alternatives. I apparently came at the right time or the wrong time because there is a fair in town.&lt;br /&gt;O.k. I lost everything I wrote yesterday because my time on the Internet timed out. I thought I had a minute to save and I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today is April 14th.&lt;br /&gt;I had a great day yesterday. After I cleared my energy by doing some Belief Re-patterningTM around money, and realized how blessed and thankful I was that I can pay these rates and do the things I am doing the whole day shifted.&lt;br /&gt;I paid for my stay so that I don't have to worry about where I'm going to be tomorrow. I was then able to relax and start to figure things out.&lt;br /&gt;So I jumped on the MTR, which is their train station here. Boy that thing cruises and there is room for lots of people. So many entrances and exits from different streets etc..&lt;br /&gt;So I figured the best way to figure it out was to sit on it and ride it. I remember doing that for the first time when I went to Calgary from the little town of Richmound. It worked that time I figured it would work again.&lt;br /&gt;After doing that I was able to make more sense of the maps for sites.&lt;br /&gt;Mostly I walked around and shopped for things I needed. Food, water, a jade ring, athletes foot medication (That was the worst of my troubles in the Philippines).&lt;br /&gt;So, I am feeling confident with where I am going. I sat in a coffee shop for a bit and just watched the world around me, until I took in a "Tea Appreciation" session. It was really interesting. Did you know the little pots are the shape of the tea. And the pots are so little because tea is for enjoyment. A delicacy shall we say. Not something to drink. I always wondered about the little pots. Temperature, time for steeping etc.. is all very important for the quality taste of tea.&lt;br /&gt;Then I took in a movie. In the middle of it I remembered I was in Hong Kong. It was kind of cool to realize half way through that I was on the other side of the world. Or shall we say, "I am exactly where I am." &lt;br /&gt;From there I thought it best to find my way back to the hotel because I was quite a distance. It took me a long time. When I got off the MTR I was in a different place than where I started. I'm not sure exactly why I couldn't figure it out, but I walked up and down for a long time and could not find the hotel. I had to go back to where I originated in the morning to find everything familiar. Today I have to figure out why the same street, or so the same named street appears to be two different streets. There must be something different about them.&lt;br /&gt;This morning I;m going to spend my time on the Internet catching up and uploading some pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-1237264107718126317?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1237264107718126317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=1237264107718126317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/1237264107718126317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/1237264107718126317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/ive-arrived-in-hong-kong.html' title='I&apos;ve arrived in Hong Kong'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-340161559042495596</id><published>2008-04-11T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T02:16:38.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insight - On trust</title><content type='html'>She doesn't trust him.&lt;br /&gt;So she will not give her heart.&lt;br /&gt;And through that she will lose him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-340161559042495596?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/340161559042495596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=340161559042495596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/340161559042495596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/340161559042495596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/insight-on-trust.html' title='Insight - On trust'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-5110199914207122726</id><published>2008-04-11T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T02:14:31.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Diary - March ??</title><content type='html'>It's late in the afternoon. It's hot. There isn't much to do. I feel a bit like passing out. I just did my exercises for the day. Worst time of the day to do them but when I'm bored, better that than something else.&lt;br /&gt;I am a spectacle for the children. I don't have to do much to be an idol of memorization and curiosity. I'm getting used to having a swarm around me all the time(or often) and its quite adorable. Some of the young boys are really starting to warm up. There is a young man here about 14 which I think is quite the little cutey. He's missing his front teeth as they have rotted away like so many. At first be was quite stern faced with me, but now I always get a smile. One of the boys here I like reminds me a lot of Charli (Royce's son) even his demeanor is similar.&lt;br /&gt;This is the opportunity I've been waiting for - being able to write, undisrupted with time to be. &lt;br /&gt;Being here is sort of like a camping trip, and going to the farm both at the same time. Smelling the leaves burning at each house. Surrounded by vegetation and mountains, dirt roads and nature in general. And then having the roosters let you know its 3 am and time to get up. We get up very early here. It's nice and ts cool in the morning. The air is fresh here, not muggy and stinky. I would imagine the cities are more that way especially with the pollution. I am really glad we are where were are at.&lt;br /&gt;A little boy today came by the table. Not sure where he came from but he was standing there eyeing up some cookie like things. Lily asked him if he wanted some and away he went. It was quite sweet, dirty from head to toe, he was quite perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Cooking is an ongoing thing. There are lots of vegetables that are constantly being chopped and cooked for the next meal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-5110199914207122726?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5110199914207122726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=5110199914207122726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/5110199914207122726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/5110199914207122726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-diary-march.html' title='My Diary - March ??'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-4686094341766075147</id><published>2008-04-11T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T01:56:23.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insight - Looking beyond what I see</title><content type='html'>All of my experiences create what I am today.&lt;br /&gt;To be with someone or something is describing them or experiencing them from my limited point of view.&lt;br /&gt;This is why it is critical to continually open my heart farther than what would be "comfortable".  Otherwise I would miss out on even more than I already do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-4686094341766075147?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4686094341766075147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=4686094341766075147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/4686094341766075147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/4686094341766075147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/insight-looking-beyond-what-i-see.html' title='Insight - Looking beyond what I see'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-7027424921254117468</id><published>2008-04-11T01:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T01:48:50.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dairy - Mar</title><content type='html'>Well I have no idea what day it is but I am told that it is Holy Friday.  This is going to continue until Monday, and I really wanted to get onto the internet today.  Wanted to see if this uploading business is going to work and at very least update my blog.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to return to Hong Kong with Lily, Ofelia and Naomi and then I will be on my own, until I meet some friend to help me about and show me around.&lt;br /&gt;Who am I being in all of this?  I at times find myself smiling undr my breath as I always wonder why so many feel the need to pra over me (which is a blessing) and ask that I find Jesus in some type of fashion.  Not always those direct words.  When I look around at what they are offering to teach and I look at how I live my life I remember this.  What we need to learn we teach.  The next time I start lecturing I will remember this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-7027424921254117468?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7027424921254117468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=7027424921254117468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/7027424921254117468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/7027424921254117468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-dairy-mar.html' title='My Dairy - Mar'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-5314657678669178293</id><published>2008-04-11T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T01:35:04.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Diary - Mar 20</title><content type='html'>I just met a woman with 16 children and is 48.  The only thing I could do was shake my head.  Perspective:  we "our American" society often complains of two or 3 .  Here they live in a little shack with basically nothing and some how manage 16.  It's all a matter of perspective.&lt;br /&gt;Melony said I am very Philippino, others would argue I'm very Chinese.  Maybe I should have been born Asian, until you find me in South America or Africa.  I guess I'm really a bit of a camillion.  Well, part of the jourmey is to find many of the things in life that I enjoy, and keep those regardless of the cuture.&lt;br /&gt;Part of my insight is, yes this is great.  I get to come and go as I please.  As I road on the bus yesterday, what I really saw was people at work, people on cell phones, kids roaming the malls, people busy in thier days, just like the rest of the world no matter where I go.  No where yet have I seen the promise land.  They all are, depending on what you make of it.  Find the one that works for you and work it.  I'm simply not ready to make that choice yet until I've shopped around a bit more.  I am very priviledged to be here because I am so easily welcomed.  Everyone makes efforts to speak to me in English and I am a real curiousity to the kids.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday as I was waiting in the mall and was getting taken over by some sad thoughts - (same day as the bus ride) a little boy was walking out of the shoe store with his dad om his left arm.  His right arm thought it daring to hit my bag on the cart and a little smile perked on his face, and then as they passed behind me, I felt a little slap on my bottom and his little devilish smile looked at me as he walked away pretty confident of his deads.  A I giglled it was a perfect reminder to enjoy myslef exactly where I am and to leave that which is behind me, exacly there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-5314657678669178293?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5314657678669178293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=5314657678669178293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/5314657678669178293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/5314657678669178293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-diary-mar-20.html' title='My Diary - Mar 20'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-5594413142214820200</id><published>2008-04-11T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T01:12:15.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Diary - Mar 19</title><content type='html'>I think its the 19th. My second day started in a swimming pool which is a natural river and ended in the same pool under the moonlight. Now this is living. Anywhere you can put me with palm trees, natural rivers and moon light, you might as well have put me right in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;We had a fabulous day. Started in the wee hours of the morning, laughing full on first thing. We took the tricycle and then the bus to the city. It's over an hour travel in all. I bought some great vases, at least that is what I am calling them, that I will send home with Lily. I also bought some sandals.&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon I was feeling very tired as was everyone else. I began to think of some heart ache at home which quite sucked. I fought my tears back and remembered my basics in getting present. 3 senses. So I closed my eyes. I could feel the strong wind in my face. I could hear the loud engine and the loud music. And I began to listen. And then I opened my eyes and saw a sign of what I was trying to forget, and I focused on the music, and I began to think of my life, and I often feel like I'm not living it. And I thought of the response I would get from others if I said that, and I looked in the distance and saw the beautiful greenery and the mountains, and thought Rejeanne, you created this. Look at where you are. You love this. And then I began to bounce to the music and love the place I was in. Everything is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;I realized today that all the things at home that bother me will in fact follow me everywhere I go. My discipline at home is to get busy to ignore them, and my discipline here is to enjoy where I am at. My new discipline at home and wherever I am is to enjoy where I am at.&lt;br /&gt;I tasted an amazing fruit today. It is called Star Apple. It is green from the tree, and when you open it it is white inside. It's kind of slimy with 6 black seeds and oh it's good. Sweet and yummy. &lt;br /&gt;The kids have started to warm up to me and practice their English on me. They are all very sweet. That is the only thing that I could make better is to share thier language with them&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-5594413142214820200?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5594413142214820200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=5594413142214820200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/5594413142214820200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/5594413142214820200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-diary-mar-19.html' title='My Diary - Mar 19'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-7940219635902686118</id><published>2008-04-10T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T00:02:01.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My diary - Mar 17</title><content type='html'>Mar 17&lt;br /&gt;So far its been fun. Had a couple mango's for breakfast and went for a walk. Annet took me around to her home. Bare necessities. Ofelia passed by me on the way to town so I jumped in the tricycle with them. There were 7 of us on it and considering my butt equates to two, lets call it 8. It costs about 25 pesos per person to get to town (although we have a tricycle in the family) so I will get on a motorbike soon and do the Internet thing.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad we are in a small village as the air blows through it keeps it cooller rather than hot cement and stinky exhaust.&lt;br /&gt;It's 2:00 pm now which is 12:00 midnight in Calgary. How do I feel? Who am I in this moment? Same. Yes, everywhere I am , there I am. At least in this place I'm discovering another culture which I think is great education.&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to the moments and laughing and feeling like I have bonded with the people here. Right now I feel like I am treated as a guest. Which is great. But if I am never allowed to cut vegetables or do dishes what ever am I going to do with myself.&lt;br /&gt;Turns out I was drinking tap water with lunch. I didn't realize that. Didn't realize they drank their own water. So we'll see what is in store for me tonight. I"m thinking it's all going to be o.k. That, or I'll be living on fruit. Which might be why I packed on an extra 10 lbs before I came.&lt;br /&gt;The journey getting here was long. 1 hr to Vancouver, 14hrs to Hong Kong, and 1.5 hrs to Manila and 4-5 hrs drive to the Village. I was beat when I got here. When we arrived I went to lay down. Through all the laughter and welcome parties I slept a solid 3 hours. Which brought us to 9:00 am.&lt;br /&gt;On the way to the village we stopped at a market. It was a huge one and everything was fresh other than live animals. Gutting was happening on the spot. I was a point of attraction and still am. I'm sure after a few days it will be, oh ya, there's the white girl again.&lt;br /&gt;Working backwards. I was sitting beside Howard a gentleman from Canada and very familiar with Hong Kng. So he told me all the places to go and mostly to watch out for pick pocketing. And if I was feeling home sick he had a picture of a street where all the expats hang out. Not an Asian in sight. Kind of weird for being in Hong Kong.&lt;br /&gt;So how perfect was that considering Air Canada insisted I book another flight whether I wanted to or not and sent me back to Hong Kong. It actually seems like a good idea to stay for maybe 3 days and do what he said to do and move on from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what did I witness the night before I left. Last minute phone calls to friends. Tearful hugs goodbye with my Mastery family, being present to an engagement, and working, working, working. And strangely enough I didn't get done what I wanted to. And everything will function just fine without me. I don't know why I bothered staying up all night.&lt;br /&gt;By the time that I left I was feeing pretty zombie like. I was very focused on completing the work and unfortunately lacking in presence with my friends. Which sucked because I wanted to be hanging out with them most. So I can go back and continue to chew on why working for others continues to overshadow what's important to me.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I almost forgot about my episode at 3:22 in the afternoon when I had the thought that its time to start calling people. Suddenly heavy energy was around me and then the piercing stab in the heart. Physically it was quite painful, and so I focused on my breathing and staying present to what was around me. I'm still in my kitchen, my cupboards are yellow,.. etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although there are no phones or Internet here one of the nieces has a cell phone that for 100 pesos I can talk for 24 minutes. That's actually really good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-7940219635902686118?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7940219635902686118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=7940219635902686118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/7940219635902686118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/7940219635902686118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-diary-mar-17.html' title='My diary - Mar 17'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-7339665804953461839</id><published>2008-04-10T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T00:37:35.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Diary - Mar 18</title><content type='html'>Mar 18&lt;br /&gt;Well it is the wee hours of the morning. I haven't been able to sleep since about 3:00 am. At 4:30 Lily rose and so did I. I had mango, papaya and boiled peanuts for breakfast. I was ready to eat but am very conscious to put too much in me since I drank the water yesterday. Fruit is something I am comfortable with right now.&lt;br /&gt;I realized this morning that I managed to forget the last minute things I rushed to buy. Thank you gifts for Lily and Ofelia and my shampoo. I'm not sure where they ended up but there wasn't too much left by my bag so they may have never made it in the house. I do know although energetically I was in a good space when I left, my brain and body had had enough.&lt;br /&gt;Laughter is the greatest gift to the soul. This House echo's with laughter regularly and I love that they are spreading the bug. This morning having breakfast, last night with Karaoke and swimming the morning in the river. This is truly the blessings i have asked for on my journey. I think its time I asked for this same blessing in my life,&lt;br /&gt;Another of my intentions this year was to find spiritual teachers. On both my journeys they have showed up as well as twice at my door in Calgary just before I left. I just realized that this moment. I may have missed my gift in that, although I know it will find me another time another place. And here I am in a very blessed house with lots of prayer. I think it is interesting that all my teahers so far this year worship Jesus. So much of my teaching and growth have come from leaders.  I guess in order for me to hear, see and learn I had to walk away from past beliefs before I could find the truely intended message.  Now I see them in all.  And I have aske that I learn to appreciate my childhood teachings.  I wuld not want to disgard any of the gifts that are present to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-7339665804953461839?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7339665804953461839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=7339665804953461839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/7339665804953461839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/7339665804953461839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-diary-mar-18.html' title='My Diary - Mar 18'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-3342177812170395087</id><published>2008-04-10T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T23:54:10.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My diary  - Mar 16</title><content type='html'>March 16&lt;br /&gt;The journey has begun. I sit on the step like bench's in the Vancouver airport. People glazed over with the "I'm tired and sick of waiting look and children entertaining and bright as always. A gift so many don't make time for and others sometimes resent.&lt;br /&gt;My body is exhausted and for the last 30ish hour day my head feels like it wants to explode. When I landed I started to walk. I found myself on a gravel path outside the airport, turns out it led to a very large parking lot, but none the less it was much better than in doors.&lt;br /&gt;I decided to do my legs workout. As I sat down my body precedes to ask me if I'm nuts and please just let me rest. I don't actually think I'll be able to move much farther than the gate.&lt;br /&gt;So far everything is great. I missed my first flight this morning which I didn't want to be on anyway, caught the 9:10 and had a chance to find out my options in the Philippines. 21 days no visa required, 60 days $50.00 at the gate. So now I know.&lt;br /&gt;Air Canada was insistent that I purchase a ticket leaving the Philippines or they would get fined. At first I was a bit resistant as this goes against my intent, until I realized I'd just have to make the decision of "next" every time I land instead of every time I leave. As I was walking back I was thinking what a great opportunity this will be to break old habits and do things new ways. I have received my second gift and its only 12:00.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-3342177812170395087?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3342177812170395087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=3342177812170395087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/3342177812170395087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/3342177812170395087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-diary-mar-16.html' title='My diary  - Mar 16'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-4190817695722762740</id><published>2008-04-10T19:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T21:10:07.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Philippines journey almost to an end.</title><content type='html'>Well, I've been waiting for this for a while. Finally time to write. We have been very busy. When you have a family this large potentially this is what can happen in a month - I have been to 4 graduations, 2 weddings, 2 funerals, baptism's - thankfully they were all on the same day. It seems to me there was more but it is escaping me at this moment. Regardless, that was enough. We have visited many relatives, which has been good because it has taken me to different towns and has given me the opportunity to see if everywhere is the same as the little village of Olivete. &lt;br /&gt;Yes I think I have gotten a good flavor or Philippine living. Last night I had a good nights sleep. After a month I have finally gotten used to the hard bed, the barking/whining dogs and the clucking roosters, all night long.&lt;br /&gt;I've come to appreciate good drivers. Ours sometimes lacks is awareness of where peoples legs are hanging out of the tricycle, and that there are two ways cars come on the street. I also have a new appreciation for air conditioning, a good stereo, decent roads and cruise. Getting bounced around in the dust and heat is losing its fun factor.&lt;br /&gt;At first the heat was great, and now I am ready to cool it down a bit. Although I don't think Hong Kong will be any cooler right now. Sometimes the afternoons are barely bearable. To sit still and let a fan blow on me and hope to nap through it is the best thing to do between noon and 3pm. After that it gets a little nicer. And sitting in the shade with the wind blowing is quite pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;The time has gone quite quickly. Last week I was ready to move on and had had enough, and this week I am a bit sad to be leaving. But it is time to move to the next destination. &lt;br /&gt;What I will miss most is hanging out with the kids. Everyday they ask to play cards or something. I drew up a snakes and latters game but that disappeared quickly. Someone else decided to keep it or use it. We always hide the cards after use so we get to keep them. Not sure what will happen to them after I leave.&lt;br /&gt;The scenery is beautiful. That I will miss.&lt;br /&gt;The people have been very welcoming and kind.&lt;br /&gt;Overall I have felt quite safe. At first all the army guys hanging about made me question that, but they feel good with them around. I've simply gotten used to them and are not suspicious of them any longer. They're typically nice guys.&lt;br /&gt;Life is life here like it is anywhere. Although I get to sit around all day, the farmers get up and go to work in that hot sun. And the whole family helps. It is their summer time and the kids will go back to school in June.&lt;br /&gt;I can't say that I have enjoyed the food. My intention was to get rid of the extra 15ish lbs I've put on since last summer. I think I may have done this. My shorts are falling off like they did then so I'm going to say,... mission accomplished. It's easy not to eat when its hot and you don't particularly enjoy the food. Rice is served at every meal. Some combination of vegetables, and fish is at every meal too. At least it seems that way. In week two I was constantly grossed out by the smell of fish. First thing in the morning is not great. They are a family of Seventh Day Adventists so most of them are vegetarian. The fruit is great. When ever I eat a mango or a star fruit I have juice from ear to ear and down to my elbows. It's a bit messy, but it's worth it.&lt;br /&gt;Things that are cute.  Baby goats and baby chicks.  The dogs and cats are kind of harsh because they are very hungry and a pain around the house.  But I never get tired of seeing baby goats on the way to town.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-4190817695722762740?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4190817695722762740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=4190817695722762740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/4190817695722762740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/4190817695722762740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/philippines-journey-almost-to-end.html' title='Philippines journey almost to an end.'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-8370856756286427659</id><published>2008-04-08T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T22:29:01.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No time to update</title><content type='html'>Hi all, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to do some updating and story telling today, but time has run short.  I only have 3 days left here and have overstayed my welcome, so I am looking for what I need to do to when I leave.  Internet searching takes far too much time.&lt;br /&gt;When I am in Hong Kong I will spend some tme updating and putting in all my rememberances of the Philippines before I get into my Hong Kong stories.  I also now have a new contact in Australia.  Just as I intended.  Everywhere I go I will have places to stay, and people to help me out. I'm so thrilled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-8370856756286427659?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8370856756286427659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=8370856756286427659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/8370856756286427659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/8370856756286427659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/no-time-to-update.html' title='No time to update'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-312405325041762526</id><published>2008-04-08T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T22:26:01.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The babies and me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_xSBbc7CPI/AAAAAAAAANk/Y1D60z9MBxQ/s1600-h/Rejeanne+Apr+6a08+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_xSBbc7CPI/AAAAAAAAANk/Y1D60z9MBxQ/s200/Rejeanne+Apr+6a08+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187111055326382322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_xSBrc7CQI/AAAAAAAAANs/2lkpU-R6gBE/s1600-h/Rejeanne+Apr+6a08+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_xSBrc7CQI/AAAAAAAAANs/2lkpU-R6gBE/s200/Rejeanne+Apr+6a08+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187111059621349634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_xSCLc7CRI/AAAAAAAAAN0/X7sKF2KY6aU/s1600-h/Rejeanne+Apr+6a08+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_xSCLc7CRI/AAAAAAAAAN0/X7sKF2KY6aU/s200/Rejeanne+Apr+6a08+013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187111068211284242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_xSCbc7CSI/AAAAAAAAAN8/FMuXzw1Sk9g/s1600-h/Rejeanne+Apr+6a08+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_xSCbc7CSI/AAAAAAAAAN8/FMuXzw1Sk9g/s200/Rejeanne+Apr+6a08+014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187111072506251554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-312405325041762526?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/312405325041762526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=312405325041762526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/312405325041762526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/312405325041762526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title='The babies and me'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_xSBbc7CPI/AAAAAAAAANk/Y1D60z9MBxQ/s72-c/Rejeanne+Apr+6a08+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-5704614666054763625</id><published>2008-04-08T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T22:09:35.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Morning - April 9 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_xNLbc7CKI/AAAAAAAAAM8/R2-zBlyXMls/s1600-h/Rejeanne+Apr+6+08+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_xNLbc7CKI/AAAAAAAAAM8/R2-zBlyXMls/s200/Rejeanne+Apr+6+08+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187105729566935202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_xNL7c7CLI/AAAAAAAAANE/GjlXADvO-2s/s1600-h/Rejeanne+Apr+6+08+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_xNL7c7CLI/AAAAAAAAANE/GjlXADvO-2s/s200/Rejeanne+Apr+6+08+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187105738156869810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_xNMrc7CMI/AAAAAAAAANM/LtjxnW5R6S4/s1600-h/Rejeanne+Apr+6+08+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_xNMrc7CMI/AAAAAAAAANM/LtjxnW5R6S4/s200/Rejeanne+Apr+6+08+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187105751041771714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_xNNLc7CNI/AAAAAAAAANU/xnQ7z2Fm0K8/s1600-h/Rejeanne+Apr+6+08+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_xNNLc7CNI/AAAAAAAAANU/xnQ7z2Fm0K8/s200/Rejeanne+Apr+6+08+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187105759631706322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_xNNrc7COI/AAAAAAAAANc/9pYew2f7bjM/s1600-h/Rejeanne+Apr+6+08+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_xNNrc7COI/AAAAAAAAANc/9pYew2f7bjM/s200/Rejeanne+Apr+6+08+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187105768221640930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where we were this morning.  Is was about a 30 minute walk from where I am living.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-5704614666054763625?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5704614666054763625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=5704614666054763625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/5704614666054763625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/5704614666054763625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-morning-april-9-2008.html' title='This Morning - April 9 2008'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_xNLbc7CKI/AAAAAAAAAM8/R2-zBlyXMls/s72-c/Rejeanne+Apr+6+08+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-41851630472642493</id><published>2008-04-04T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T01:05:44.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments April 5 2008</title><content type='html'>Well, at this moment in time I am hot, feeling a bit grungy and tired.  Doesn't sound so great.  This is what makes jumping in the river so attractive.  When the days are hot (who am I kidding - all the days are hot)the river feels really good.  The full moon is gone so there are no more dips under the moon light, although it's still worth dippng at night too.&lt;br /&gt;The highlights are the river, the kids, and Baguio City. The crew wants to travel to Manila on Sunday but I don't want to go.  Two more days of driving to see another city is not getting me excited.  I feel like my time here has been to enjoy the kids.  The other night I had to quit playing though because the little ones were fighting over who got to hold my hand.  Being the cause of fighting is not something I will tolerate.&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite moments was in the first week when we went to the city.  There were quite a few of us and we had a couple shopping carts with lots of stuff we needed for out stay.  I was waiting by the carts while some others were trying on shoes.  I was feeling quite sad that day, and this little guy with his dad came walking out of the shoe store.  He was about 3 I would say.  So he was feeling kind of smug and decided to hit the bags on my cart.  Then he and his dad passed behind me when I felt the tap on my ass.  The twinkle in his eye and his little smug smile indicated he was quite pleased with his doings for the day.  I couldn't help but smile and giggle a bit.  It was my sure sign to relax, forget my sadness and leave and enjoy what was around me.&lt;br /&gt;I have pages and pages of notes of what has been occuring each day.  My experience of writing it all here and then losing it has taken off the desire to write so much and the pictures tell thousands of words.  So, my appologies for briefness.  If you are curious about something specific, write me a comment and I will oblige with an answer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-41851630472642493?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/41851630472642493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=41851630472642493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/41851630472642493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/41851630472642493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/comments-april-5-2008.html' title='Comments April 5 2008'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-6703110858211230495</id><published>2008-04-04T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T00:47:40.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miscellaneous</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_Xbebc7CFI/AAAAAAAAAMU/jOeHoTEI5EQ/s1600-h/Rejeanne+Apr+4+08+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_Xbebc7CFI/AAAAAAAAAMU/jOeHoTEI5EQ/s200/Rejeanne+Apr+4+08+045.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185291861798619218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My buddy Kevin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_Xbe7c7CGI/AAAAAAAAAMc/pZiVWkmS15Y/s1600-h/Rejeanne+Apr+4+08+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_Xbe7c7CGI/AAAAAAAAAMc/pZiVWkmS15Y/s200/Rejeanne+Apr+4+08+046.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185291870388553826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  This lady gave made me personalized hankies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_XbfLc7CHI/AAAAAAAAAMk/7guWmPXSxOY/s1600-h/Rejeanne+Apr+4+08+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_XbfLc7CHI/AAAAAAAAAMk/7guWmPXSxOY/s200/Rejeanne+Apr+4+08+047.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185291874683521138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Very cool old tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_XbhLc7CII/AAAAAAAAAMs/KFF_QzN7_WM/s1600-h/Rejeanne+Apr+4+08+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_XbhLc7CII/AAAAAAAAAMs/KFF_QzN7_WM/s200/Rejeanne+Apr+4+08+048.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185291909043259522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  This is some big big bamboo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_Xbhrc7CJI/AAAAAAAAAM0/qqeXeoybSbE/s1600-h/Rejeanne+Apr+4+08+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_Xbhrc7CJI/AAAAAAAAAM0/qqeXeoybSbE/s200/Rejeanne+Apr+4+08+049.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185291917633194130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Playing cards with the kids&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-6703110858211230495?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6703110858211230495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=6703110858211230495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/6703110858211230495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/6703110858211230495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/miscellaneous.html' title='Miscellaneous'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_Xbebc7CFI/AAAAAAAAAMU/jOeHoTEI5EQ/s72-c/Rejeanne+Apr+4+08+045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-5162094056237643275</id><published>2008-04-03T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T00:18:57.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out and about</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_XTtrc7CAI/AAAAAAAAALs/lp7G6s3Lxak/s1600-h/Rejeanne+Apr+4+08+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_XTtrc7CAI/AAAAAAAAALs/lp7G6s3Lxak/s200/Rejeanne+Apr+4+08+039.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185283327698601986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Where we stayed after our long bus trips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_XTt7c7CBI/AAAAAAAAAL0/HFN3cjF7YQ4/s1600-h/Rejeanne+Apr+4+08+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_XTt7c7CBI/AAAAAAAAAL0/HFN3cjF7YQ4/s200/Rejeanne+Apr+4+08+041.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185283331993569298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_XTuLc7CCI/AAAAAAAAAL8/9GHPHiuCfAc/s1600-h/Rejeanne+Apr+4+08+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_XTuLc7CCI/AAAAAAAAAL8/9GHPHiuCfAc/s200/Rejeanne+Apr+4+08+042.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185283336288536610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_XTurc7CDI/AAAAAAAAAME/w_xg5d9AAPs/s1600-h/Rejeanne+Apr+4+08+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_XTurc7CDI/AAAAAAAAAME/w_xg5d9AAPs/s200/Rejeanne+Apr+4+08+043.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185283344878471218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Me and the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_XTu7c7CEI/AAAAAAAAAMM/lO4wX7bVM5c/s1600-h/Rejeanne+Apr+4+08+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_XTu7c7CEI/AAAAAAAAAMM/lO4wX7bVM5c/s200/Rejeanne+Apr+4+08+044.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185283349173438530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  The wedding.  They butchered 125 chickens the day before and cooked all night long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-5162094056237643275?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5162094056237643275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=5162094056237643275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/5162094056237643275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/5162094056237643275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/out-and-about.html' title='Out and about'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_XTtrc7CAI/AAAAAAAAALs/lp7G6s3Lxak/s72-c/Rejeanne+Apr+4+08+039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-5320442993226526092</id><published>2008-04-03T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T23:40:49.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bus ride.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_XLXLc7B7I/AAAAAAAAALE/Yg3MxwFeCrE/s1600-h/Rejeanne+Apr+4+08+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_XLXLc7B7I/AAAAAAAAALE/Yg3MxwFeCrE/s200/Rejeanne+Apr+4+08+033.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185274145058523058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Going for a bus ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_XLX7c7B8I/AAAAAAAAALM/otuePrz_0sA/s1600-h/Rejeanne+Apr+4+08+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_XLX7c7B8I/AAAAAAAAALM/otuePrz_0sA/s200/Rejeanne+Apr+4+08+032.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185274157943424962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some sights along the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_XLYLc7B9I/AAAAAAAAALU/d2sU3snwtes/s1600-h/Rejeanne+Apr+4+08+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_XLYLc7B9I/AAAAAAAAALU/d2sU3snwtes/s200/Rejeanne+Apr+4+08+034.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185274162238392274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_XLYbc7B-I/AAAAAAAAALc/MDMWUHuidu4/s1600-h/Rejeanne+Apr+4+08+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_XLYbc7B-I/AAAAAAAAALc/MDMWUHuidu4/s200/Rejeanne+Apr+4+08+036.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185274166533359586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_XLYrc7B_I/AAAAAAAAALk/BjdyDCr0shk/s1600-h/Rejeanne+Apr+4+08+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_XLYrc7B_I/AAAAAAAAALk/BjdyDCr0shk/s200/Rejeanne+Apr+4+08+037.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185274170828326898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day was quite grueling. We took this big bus, then 3 small jeeps and a tricycle to get where we wanted to go. I wouldn't mind being packed like a sardine in the heat, but I can't stand sucking in all the exhaust.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-5320442993226526092?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5320442993226526092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=5320442993226526092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/5320442993226526092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/5320442993226526092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/bus-ride.html' title='Bus ride.'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_XLXLc7B7I/AAAAAAAAALE/Yg3MxwFeCrE/s72-c/Rejeanne+Apr+4+08+033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-8170117984195135128</id><published>2008-04-03T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T23:08:21.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More of Baguio City</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_XETLc7B2I/AAAAAAAAAKc/RnEudFC6pk4/s1600-h/Rejeanne+Apr+4+08+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_XETLc7B2I/AAAAAAAAAKc/RnEudFC6pk4/s200/Rejeanne+Apr+4+08+026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185266379757651810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Mines View Mountain.  When I arrived at Baguio City, I had a very special feeling.  Although I do not know the history of Baguio, there is something special here.  When I got to Mines View Mountain, I had found it.  This was very similar energy to standing at Machupichu in Peru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_XETbc7B3I/AAAAAAAAAKk/UqXTE0GnWR0/s1600-h/Rejeanne+Apr+4+08+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_XETbc7B3I/AAAAAAAAAKk/UqXTE0GnWR0/s200/Rejeanne+Apr+4+08+027.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185266384052619122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Their native dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_XEULc7B4I/AAAAAAAAAKs/7pfpRzh8D6c/s1600-h/Rejeanne+Apr+4+08+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_XEULc7B4I/AAAAAAAAAKs/7pfpRzh8D6c/s200/Rejeanne+Apr+4+08+029.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185266396937521026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  The market.  Holy Crow.  The masses of people.  I wonder why.  The Philippines population wise is over 3x the size of Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_XEUbc7B5I/AAAAAAAAAK0/6bYOABbTuUI/s1600-h/Rejeanne+Apr+4+08+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_XEUbc7B5I/AAAAAAAAAK0/6bYOABbTuUI/s200/Rejeanne+Apr+4+08+030.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185266401232488338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_XEUrc7B6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/7IuB-8Kz5MA/s1600-h/Rejeanne+Apr+4+08+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_XEUrc7B6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/7IuB-8Kz5MA/s200/Rejeanne+Apr+4+08+031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185266405527455650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I normally attract attention.  But carrying a 50lbs bag of potatoes attracted even more attention.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-8170117984195135128?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8170117984195135128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=8170117984195135128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/8170117984195135128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/8170117984195135128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/more-of-baguio-city.html' title='More of Baguio City'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_XETLc7B2I/AAAAAAAAAKc/RnEudFC6pk4/s72-c/Rejeanne+Apr+4+08+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-1186792932053775306</id><published>2008-04-03T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T22:33:39.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baguio City</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_W8qbc7BxI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/sqIyDZmSM68/s1600-h/Rejeanne+Apr+4+08+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_W8qbc7BxI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/sqIyDZmSM68/s200/Rejeanne+Apr+4+08+018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185257983096588050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_W8rLc7ByI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/wn4OCciXF8c/s1600-h/Rejeanne+Apr+4+08+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_W8rLc7ByI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/wn4OCciXF8c/s200/Rejeanne+Apr+4+08+017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185257995981489954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Everywhere I go there is "Supreme's"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_W8rrc7BzI/AAAAAAAAAKE/dqWDNQkszLQ/s1600-h/Rejeanne+Apr+4+08+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_W8rrc7BzI/AAAAAAAAAKE/dqWDNQkszLQ/s200/Rejeanne+Apr+4+08+020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185258004571424562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The only place in the Philippines they can grow strawberries.  The weather was great here.  Cool in the evenings.  I needed a sweater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_W8r7c7B0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/JbTWmZexKLQ/s1600-h/Rejeanne+Apr+4+08+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_W8r7c7B0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/JbTWmZexKLQ/s200/Rejeanne+Apr+4+08+023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185258008866391874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  A city view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_W8sbc7B1I/AAAAAAAAAKU/s6-2FH4HbUs/s1600-h/Rejeanne+Apr+4+08+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_W8sbc7B1I/AAAAAAAAAKU/s6-2FH4HbUs/s200/Rejeanne+Apr+4+08+024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185258017456326482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The traffic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-1186792932053775306?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1186792932053775306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=1186792932053775306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/1186792932053775306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/1186792932053775306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/baguio-city.html' title='Baguio City'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_W8qbc7BxI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/sqIyDZmSM68/s72-c/Rejeanne+Apr+4+08+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-5588092598091195007</id><published>2008-04-03T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T22:12:38.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now this I love - Our picnic spot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_W37bc7BsI/AAAAAAAAAJM/lt1K6gKibGU/s1600-h/Rejeanne+Apr+4+08+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_W37bc7BsI/AAAAAAAAAJM/lt1K6gKibGU/s200/Rejeanne+Apr+4+08+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185252777596225218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_W377c7BtI/AAAAAAAAAJU/tBCSO_9PsWE/s1600-h/Rejeanne+Apr+4+08+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_W377c7BtI/AAAAAAAAAJU/tBCSO_9PsWE/s200/Rejeanne+Apr+4+08+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185252786186159826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_W38bc7BuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/HaASLnihYdw/s1600-h/Rejeanne+Apr+4+08+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_W38bc7BuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/HaASLnihYdw/s200/Rejeanne+Apr+4+08+013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185252794776094434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just had to jump in.  And then so did everyone else.  I was the only one who brought a swim suit though.  Actually I am one of the few that own a swim suit.  It looks close enough to underwear that I'll say I'm fitting.  Hard to say about the skin color though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_W38rc7BvI/AAAAAAAAAJk/KG8HJKwz4ds/s1600-h/Rejeanne+Apr+4+08+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_W38rc7BvI/AAAAAAAAAJk/KG8HJKwz4ds/s200/Rejeanne+Apr+4+08+015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185252799071061746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_W39Lc7BwI/AAAAAAAAAJs/olmn9_rxR7o/s1600-h/Rejeanne+Apr+4+08+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_W39Lc7BwI/AAAAAAAAAJs/olmn9_rxR7o/s200/Rejeanne+Apr+4+08+016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185252807660996354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-5588092598091195007?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5588092598091195007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=5588092598091195007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/5588092598091195007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/5588092598091195007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/now-this-i-love-our-picnic-spot.html' title='Now this I love - Our picnic spot'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_W37bc7BsI/AAAAAAAAAJM/lt1K6gKibGU/s72-c/Rejeanne+Apr+4+08+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-7355162444731588841</id><published>2008-04-03T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T21:52:29.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the way to Baguio City in the mountains</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_Wy_7c7BnI/AAAAAAAAAIk/VWMxqPwMeSI/s1600-h/Rejeanne+Apr+4+08+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_Wy_7c7BnI/AAAAAAAAAIk/VWMxqPwMeSI/s200/Rejeanne+Apr+4+08+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185247357347497586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I liked his big gun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_WzAbc7BoI/AAAAAAAAAIs/RHirf1TT3wY/s1600-h/Rejeanne+Apr+4+08+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_WzAbc7BoI/AAAAAAAAAIs/RHirf1TT3wY/s200/Rejeanne+Apr+4+08+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185247365937432194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Can you imagine 4 hour drive like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_WzA7c7BpI/AAAAAAAAAI0/T1oxql61j68/s1600-h/Rejeanne+Apr+4+08+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_WzA7c7BpI/AAAAAAAAAI0/T1oxql61j68/s200/Rejeanne+Apr+4+08+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185247374527366802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  the mango stands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_WzBLc7BqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/gyzgofXVOss/s1600-h/Rejeanne+Apr+4+08+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_WzBLc7BqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/gyzgofXVOss/s200/Rejeanne+Apr+4+08+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185247378822334114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We stopped for a picknick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-7355162444731588841?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7355162444731588841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=7355162444731588841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/7355162444731588841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/7355162444731588841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/on-way-to-baguio-city-in-mountains.html' title='On the way to Baguio City in the mountains'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_Wy_7c7BnI/AAAAAAAAAIk/VWMxqPwMeSI/s72-c/Rejeanne+Apr+4+08+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-528017246417140813</id><published>2008-04-03T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T21:34:44.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Naomi's Birthday party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_WuaLc7BiI/AAAAAAAAAH8/sYEpedJMjCU/s1600-h/Rejeanne+Apr+4+08+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_WuaLc7BiI/AAAAAAAAAH8/sYEpedJMjCU/s200/Rejeanne+Apr+4+08+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185242310760924706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_Wuarc7BjI/AAAAAAAAAIE/9T1d9nBWl0s/s1600-h/Rejeanne+Apr+4+08+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_Wuarc7BjI/AAAAAAAAAIE/9T1d9nBWl0s/s200/Rejeanne+Apr+4+08+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185242319350859314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_Wua7c7BkI/AAAAAAAAAIM/357yvtSLKhE/s1600-h/Rejeanne+Apr+4+08+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_Wua7c7BkI/AAAAAAAAAIM/357yvtSLKhE/s200/Rejeanne+Apr+4+08+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185242323645826626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_Wubbc7BlI/AAAAAAAAAIU/108POxyFP1U/s1600-h/Rejeanne+Apr+4+08+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_Wubbc7BlI/AAAAAAAAAIU/108POxyFP1U/s200/Rejeanne+Apr+4+08+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185242332235761234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_Wubrc7BmI/AAAAAAAAAIc/RPzKhkPUwjc/s1600-h/Rejeanne+Apr+4+08+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_Wubrc7BmI/AAAAAAAAAIc/RPzKhkPUwjc/s200/Rejeanne+Apr+4+08+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185242336530728546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's amazing how many you can fit in a van.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-528017246417140813?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/528017246417140813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=528017246417140813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/528017246417140813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/528017246417140813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/naomis-birthday-party.html' title='Naomi&apos;s Birthday party'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R_WuaLc7BiI/AAAAAAAAAH8/sYEpedJMjCU/s72-c/Rejeanne+Apr+4+08+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-1222206159259148060</id><published>2008-03-26T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T21:38:08.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our trip to the beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R-sidLc7BdI/AAAAAAAAAHU/tnXDfcF_-u4/s1600-h/Rejeanne+Mar+26+08+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R-sidLc7BdI/AAAAAAAAAHU/tnXDfcF_-u4/s200/Rejeanne+Mar+26+08+048.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182273680905536978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R-sidrc7BeI/AAAAAAAAAHc/qGs0ZBXyzG4/s1600-h/Rejeanne+Mar+26+08+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R-sidrc7BeI/AAAAAAAAAHc/qGs0ZBXyzG4/s200/Rejeanne+Mar+26+08+049.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182273689495471586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R-sieLc7BfI/AAAAAAAAAHk/t4I2ywNGDKY/s1600-h/Rejeanne+Mar+26+08+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R-sieLc7BfI/AAAAAAAAAHk/t4I2ywNGDKY/s200/Rejeanne+Mar+26+08+051.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182273698085406194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R-sie7c7BgI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Slmh1zbk1g8/s1600-h/Rejeanne+Mar+26+08+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R-sie7c7BgI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Slmh1zbk1g8/s200/Rejeanne+Mar+26+08+052.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182273710970308098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R-sifrc7BhI/AAAAAAAAAH0/noQgQKwG4OU/s1600-h/Rejeanne+Mar+26+08+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R-sifrc7BhI/AAAAAAAAAH0/noQgQKwG4OU/s200/Rejeanne+Mar+26+08+054.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182273723855210002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-1222206159259148060?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1222206159259148060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=1222206159259148060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/1222206159259148060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/1222206159259148060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/pictures-7.html' title='Our trip to the beach'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R-sidLc7BdI/AAAAAAAAAHU/tnXDfcF_-u4/s72-c/Rejeanne+Mar+26+08+048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-8112639226773080049</id><published>2008-03-26T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T21:32:29.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The kitchen, and cooking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R-senLc7BYI/AAAAAAAAAGs/RhvoMxDcrmQ/s1600-h/Rejeanne+Mar+26+08+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R-senLc7BYI/AAAAAAAAAGs/RhvoMxDcrmQ/s200/Rejeanne+Mar+26+08+034.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182269454657717634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R-sen7c7BZI/AAAAAAAAAG0/OFgRFM_xqRY/s1600-h/Rejeanne+Mar+26+08+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R-sen7c7BZI/AAAAAAAAAG0/OFgRFM_xqRY/s200/Rejeanne+Mar+26+08+035.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182269467542619538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R-seoLc7BaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/GWYr4f20hWA/s1600-h/Rejeanne+Mar+26+08+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R-seoLc7BaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/GWYr4f20hWA/s200/Rejeanne+Mar+26+08+036.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182269471837586850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R-seorc7BbI/AAAAAAAAAHE/uDIhhl8F8ok/s1600-h/Rejeanne+Mar+26+08+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R-seorc7BbI/AAAAAAAAAHE/uDIhhl8F8ok/s200/Rejeanne+Mar+26+08+037.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182269480427521458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R-sepbc7BcI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tiIapxaVJz4/s1600-h/Rejeanne+Mar+26+08+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R-sepbc7BcI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tiIapxaVJz4/s200/Rejeanne+Mar+26+08+038.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182269493312423362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-8112639226773080049?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8112639226773080049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=8112639226773080049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/8112639226773080049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/8112639226773080049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/pictures-6.html' title='The kitchen, and cooking'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R-senLc7BYI/AAAAAAAAAGs/RhvoMxDcrmQ/s72-c/Rejeanne+Mar+26+08+034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-3312216963625333306</id><published>2008-03-26T20:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T21:33:32.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The house I am staying in</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R-sVebc7BTI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Mlwi0VXnuaU/s1600-h/Rejeanne+Mar+26+08+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R-sVebc7BTI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Mlwi0VXnuaU/s200/Rejeanne+Mar+26+08+042.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182259408729212210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R-sVfLc7BUI/AAAAAAAAAGM/eTCLVhIf6b8/s1600-h/Rejeanne+Mar+26+08+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R-sVfLc7BUI/AAAAAAAAAGM/eTCLVhIf6b8/s200/Rejeanne+Mar+26+08+043.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182259421614114114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R-sVfrc7BVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/IURiJj_alV8/s1600-h/Rejeanne+Mar+26+08+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R-sVfrc7BVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/IURiJj_alV8/s200/Rejeanne+Mar+26+08+044.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182259430204048722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R-sVf7c7BWI/AAAAAAAAAGc/sCmGLlfFKxQ/s1600-h/Rejeanne+Mar+26+08+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R-sVf7c7BWI/AAAAAAAAAGc/sCmGLlfFKxQ/s200/Rejeanne+Mar+26+08+046.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182259434499016034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R-sVgbc7BXI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rjpvAhQxFEc/s1600-h/Rejeanne+Mar+26+08+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R-sVgbc7BXI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rjpvAhQxFEc/s200/Rejeanne+Mar+26+08+047.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182259443088950642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-3312216963625333306?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3312216963625333306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=3312216963625333306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/3312216963625333306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/3312216963625333306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/pictures-5.html' title='The house I am staying in'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R-sVebc7BTI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Mlwi0VXnuaU/s72-c/Rejeanne+Mar+26+08+042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-6125280701531338880</id><published>2008-03-26T19:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T21:34:15.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scenery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R-sORrc7BOI/AAAAAAAAAFc/3e57rK3_awQ/s1600-h/Rejeanne+Mar+26+08+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R-sORrc7BOI/AAAAAAAAAFc/3e57rK3_awQ/s200/Rejeanne+Mar+26+08+027.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182251493104485602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R-sOSLc7BPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/uvXxAuXwEmU/s1600-h/Rejeanne+Mar+26+08+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R-sOSLc7BPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/uvXxAuXwEmU/s200/Rejeanne+Mar+26+08+029.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182251501694420210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R-sOS7c7BQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/EQOgkTbQ-rU/s1600-h/Rejeanne+Mar+26+08+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R-sOS7c7BQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/EQOgkTbQ-rU/s200/Rejeanne+Mar+26+08+031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182251514579322114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R-sOTLc7BRI/AAAAAAAAAF0/XmW5N3qI8Qo/s1600-h/Rejeanne+Mar+26+08+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R-sOTLc7BRI/AAAAAAAAAF0/XmW5N3qI8Qo/s200/Rejeanne+Mar+26+08+067.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182251518874289426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R-sOTrc7BSI/AAAAAAAAAF8/mhk281rHlOE/s1600-h/Rejeanne+Mar+26+08+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R-sOTrc7BSI/AAAAAAAAAF8/mhk281rHlOE/s200/Rejeanne+Mar+26+08+070.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182251527464224034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-6125280701531338880?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6125280701531338880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=6125280701531338880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/6125280701531338880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/6125280701531338880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/pictures-4.html' title='Scenery'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R-sORrc7BOI/AAAAAAAAAFc/3e57rK3_awQ/s72-c/Rejeanne+Mar+26+08+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-6246910282637784203</id><published>2008-03-26T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T19:49:43.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R-sK-7c7BJI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_MJv3_F8Lf8/s1600-h/Rejeanne+Mar+26+08+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R-sK-7c7BJI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_MJv3_F8Lf8/s200/Rejeanne+Mar+26+08+014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182247872447054994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  The barbie house (we call it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R-sK_rc7BKI/AAAAAAAAAE8/xVV_ieuSBsI/s1600-h/Rejeanne+Mar+26+08+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R-sK_rc7BKI/AAAAAAAAAE8/xVV_ieuSBsI/s200/Rejeanne+Mar+26+08+015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182247885331956898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Riding on the bus on the way to the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R-sLALc7BLI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Agx6igeoF5k/s1600-h/Rejeanne+Mar+26+08+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R-sLALc7BLI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Agx6igeoF5k/s200/Rejeanne+Mar+26+08+016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182247893921891506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Things along the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R-sLAbc7BMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ZGa9-OUtz3M/s1600-h/Rejeanne+Mar+26+08+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R-sLAbc7BMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ZGa9-OUtz3M/s200/Rejeanne+Mar+26+08+018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182247898216858818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R-sLA7c7BNI/AAAAAAAAAFU/D7ghBK6SC04/s1600-h/Rejeanne+Mar+26+08+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R-sLA7c7BNI/AAAAAAAAAFU/D7ghBK6SC04/s200/Rejeanne+Mar+26+08+019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182247906806793426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-6246910282637784203?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6246910282637784203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=6246910282637784203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/6246910282637784203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/6246910282637784203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/pictures-3.html' title='Pictures 3'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R-sK-7c7BJI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_MJv3_F8Lf8/s72-c/Rejeanne+Mar+26+08+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-4426357682479842362</id><published>2008-03-26T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T19:32:51.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R-sGa7c7BEI/AAAAAAAAAEM/OudfMwN4FvE/s1600-h/Rejeanne+Mar+26+08+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R-sGa7c7BEI/AAAAAAAAAEM/OudfMwN4FvE/s200/Rejeanne+Mar+26+08+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182242855925253186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The neighbors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R-sGcLc7BFI/AAAAAAAAAEU/VXtxkaRKBo4/s1600-h/Rejeanne+Mar+26+08+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R-sGcLc7BFI/AAAAAAAAAEU/VXtxkaRKBo4/s200/Rejeanne+Mar+26+08+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182242877400089682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R-sGcrc7BGI/AAAAAAAAAEc/pFBOcxpyICg/s1600-h/Rejeanne+Mar+26+08+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R-sGcrc7BGI/AAAAAAAAAEc/pFBOcxpyICg/s200/Rejeanne+Mar+26+08+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182242885990024290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Swimming in the River/Pool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R-sGdbc7BHI/AAAAAAAAAEk/RjkXrrug3qI/s1600-h/Rejeanne+Mar+26+08+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R-sGdbc7BHI/AAAAAAAAAEk/RjkXrrug3qI/s200/Rejeanne+Mar+26+08+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182242898874926194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   Yummy Star Fruit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R-sGdrc7BII/AAAAAAAAAEs/z0fRLOS7Xvo/s1600-h/Rejeanne+Mar+26+08+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R-sGdrc7BII/AAAAAAAAAEs/z0fRLOS7Xvo/s200/Rejeanne+Mar+26+08+013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182242903169893506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Going to town&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-4426357682479842362?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4426357682479842362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=4426357682479842362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/4426357682479842362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/4426357682479842362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/pictures_26.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R-sGa7c7BEI/AAAAAAAAAEM/OudfMwN4FvE/s72-c/Rejeanne+Mar+26+08+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-3726856598585797340</id><published>2008-03-26T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T21:39:19.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just arrived</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R-sBn7c7A_I/AAAAAAAAADk/UySPsRG7uuo/s1600-h/Rejeanne+Mar+26+08+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R-sBn7c7A_I/AAAAAAAAADk/UySPsRG7uuo/s200/Rejeanne+Mar+26+08+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182237581705413618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R-sBobc7BAI/AAAAAAAAADs/BUUVKOuvSKo/s1600-h/Rejeanne+Mar+26+08+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R-sBobc7BAI/AAAAAAAAADs/BUUVKOuvSKo/s200/Rejeanne+Mar+26+08+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182237590295348226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  We had lots of luggage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R-sBo7c7BBI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4JXOTsLw54g/s1600-h/Rejeanne+Mar+26+08+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R-sBo7c7BBI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4JXOTsLw54g/s200/Rejeanne+Mar+26+08+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182237598885282834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Conveniently a convenience store.  First time I needed tissue with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R-sBpLc7BCI/AAAAAAAAAD8/F0a0fLej6Sk/s1600-h/Rejeanne+Mar+26+08+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R-sBpLc7BCI/AAAAAAAAAD8/F0a0fLej6Sk/s200/Rejeanne+Mar+26+08+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182237603180250146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stopped at the market on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R-sBp7c7BDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/tpYLOdQzgzg/s1600-h/Rejeanne+Mar+26+08+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R-sBp7c7BDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/tpYLOdQzgzg/s200/Rejeanne+Mar+26+08+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182237616065152050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-3726856598585797340?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3726856598585797340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=3726856598585797340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/3726856598585797340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/3726856598585797340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/pictures.html' title='Just arrived'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R-sBn7c7A_I/AAAAAAAAADk/UySPsRG7uuo/s72-c/Rejeanne+Mar+26+08+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-6632130071844378191</id><published>2008-03-25T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T00:43:50.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Donation</title><content type='html'>There is a young woman who wants to go to Canada to work as a nurse so that she can be like her auntie Ofelia and send money home for her family.   I spoke to Ofelia about her and she has had this dream since she was a little girl.  Ofelia does not have enough to help everyone here go to school.  So I am asking for her, as this young woman said it was o.k. when I asked how much it costs.  She's been saving her 20 pesos a month for many years now.&lt;br /&gt;This is not enough.  I spoke to several people about the costs to send a student to university.  I would like to raise about 4 - 6000.00 for her to attend university.  This will cover her tuition and books and maybe a bit more.  I think the easiest way to do it is to send the money to me and then I will wire the funds directly to her.  Please send me an email of how much you would like to donate and I will let you know what happens from there.&lt;br /&gt;With love and gratitude,  &lt;br /&gt;Rejeanne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-6632130071844378191?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6632130071844378191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=6632130071844378191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/6632130071844378191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/6632130071844378191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/donation.html' title='Donation'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-2417194317295575949</id><published>2008-03-25T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T21:36:25.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summary</title><content type='html'>Well this sucks.  I can't believe I typed all that out and I can't even share it.  Anyway.  It is hot.  It is great.  Taking baths in the river that comes out of the mountain is quite nice.  Having an evening dip under the moonlight is even nicer.  The family that I am staying with is very nice.  The house is like the Hilton when you consider what many others are living in.  &lt;br /&gt;I quite enjoy the kids.  The other night they asked me to play with them.  They had fun picking me to be in the circle often.  So I played it up a bit.  They laughed and laughed at me.  Especially the time I lost control of my spinning and ended up on my butt.  That really got them going, as well, there were probably 20 hands reaching for me to help me up and big smiles asking if I was o.k.  I was fine.&lt;br /&gt;I have also brought cards with me and me and the boys have hung out lots already playing Kings in the Corner and Crazy Eights, like my grandfather taught me.  They quite like both games.&lt;br /&gt;Other highlights.  We are near the mountain.  So even though it is hot the air is always refreshing and clean.  I asked Ofelia if it would rain during the summer months and she said no.  It rained 2 days ago.  But I found that even hotter because then it was super humid.&lt;br /&gt;We are often running out.  There are many celebrations we are attending.  Yesterday for instance we got up to be on the road at 4:00 am to go to a graduation at 8:00 am.  The speaker was very good.  Everything is in English.  I thought that was strange but they want the students to understand fluently so, much is in English.&lt;br /&gt;On the way home we stopped at many relatives homes.  Some were quite nice houses, another was a farm, and many relatives live in the small community of Olivete, which is where I am staying.  If I didn't have to come to town for the internet I probably wouldn't go anywhere.  I really like it where we are.&lt;br /&gt;Kareoke is one of the pass times.  They like it loud.  One afternoon they had me singing for 2 hours.  I thought I was going to pass out.  One the heat was starting to get to me and 2 I hadn't any water, and 3 my throat was getting sore so it was time to quit.  They wanted me to sing the other night but my throat was still hurting and I wanted to get to bed.  I was tired.&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly enough, I have not encountered any large bugs.  I thought the ground would be filled with cock roaches like it was in Indonesia but other than a wondering frog there hasn't been any creature to speak of.  The regular little lizards hang out on the walls and the odd spider is around, but nothing to squeek about.&lt;br /&gt;I am currently hanging out at a school in thier near by town.  I'm a little concerned.  I know I'm o.k. but I came with an 11 yr old from Canada and a 21 yr old from here and they are not back yet.  I'm starting to wonder if it was the best idea to let them go.  Raha is from here and used to go to school here so I thought they would be o.k.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-2417194317295575949?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2417194317295575949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=2417194317295575949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/2417194317295575949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/2417194317295575949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/summary.html' title='Summary'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-5059800986601928289</id><published>2008-03-25T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T21:37:12.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>Hi Folks, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just spent the last 7 hours uploading pictures and writing about my last 10 days here and several things went sidways including a power outage.  So all was for not.  But I sure enjoyed reviewing the past 10 days of thoughts and experiences.  I doubt I'll have enough time to try this again.  But I will try and do a bit and see what happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-5059800986601928289?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5059800986601928289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=5059800986601928289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/5059800986601928289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/5059800986601928289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/sorry.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-5824450732194782959</id><published>2008-03-13T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T12:59:45.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Sleeps away</title><content type='html'>Im leavin on a jet plane....  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are great!  Work is coming together and some of it, delegated out.  As far as I'm concerned, I'm done.  I've done what I could.  I've set everyone up for the best success as I'm gone.  And I can't do more than that.  I'm letting go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to pack.  Pick up last minute items for the journey, and spend my last day in the energy of the Mastery community.  ( The Mastery of Self Expression is an amazing course that I recommend everyone take).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am blessed with friends that are grounding me.  Providing me with services and energy that keeps me focused and away from the things that are distracting me from the excitment and joy around my journey. I am blessed, I am blessed, I am blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless something amazing comes up before I leave, this will probably be my last blog before I am in the Philipines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-5824450732194782959?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5824450732194782959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=5824450732194782959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/5824450732194782959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/5824450732194782959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/3-sleeps-away.html' title='3 Sleeps away'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-5057007290791453827</id><published>2008-03-13T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T12:49:49.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome</title><content type='html'>March 8, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Hello, and welcome to my blog.  The journey has officially begun and before I am off with stories of new discoveries and learning I want to share what my intentions are around sharing this.  The first most obvious to me is this is my means of connection.  For  those of you concerned, you know that I am o.k.  For those of you interested in my learning that will all be here too.  I am creating this because I want to help others discover a new part of themselves through what I am experiencing.  I want them to know that dreams come true, as my email sign off says.  So dream.  I also want to practice being me.  All of me, if the midst of any one of you, and everyone I meet.  So often we, I, put on faces depending on the people that I meet or the circles that I am in.  It’s not something that actually interests me, and I think a lot of people miss out because many of us chose to do this for many different reasons.  Mine is no different than many, “What would people think”.  My experience is, well, they just might think something great.  Something like, “I wish I had the guts to do that”, and the reality is, we all do.  Lots of people believe things happen to us.  I happen to believe I make things happen.  And when things don’t go the way that I think they “should”, that is a real obvious sign that I “shouldn’t” be going that way anyway.  Which leads me into one of my intentions for this journey, which is to follow my gut and let it lead me exactly to the experiences I have intended to have. &lt;br /&gt;            When I travel I want to meet the people, enjoy the new surrounding and discover another part of me, another part of this world, another part of this universe.  I know there will be lots of times I am just enjoying the beach, which happens to be one of my favorite places to be, but in those moments there too is lots to be discovered.  By entering into this journal you also entered into my most intimate conversations.  Sometimes these are held talking to me in my car, in my kitchen, and sometimes they even continue when there are people still around me.  ( those that work with me know this).  But there are conversations of discovery and feedback that are held with friends.  I invite all of you to participate in this conversation and help me see those things about me and about my surrounding that I may not be seeing.  And I ask that you share stories and moments in your life that matter to you.  I believe that when one of us steps out of our box, it allows others to step out of theirs.  The next time we see each other there is a good chance that you will know much more about me than I do about you.  Know that at any moment I would far prefer to hear what matters to you, than the complaints of what we “think” gets in our way.&lt;br /&gt;            I went to see a Psychic not all too long ago.  I was complaining about my new fingernails.  I happened to say that I don’t normally complain.  She then perked about and assured me that I certainly do. ( I love this feedback. )  She said, “I wouldn’t call you a whiner, but you have very high standards, and you definitely complain”.  I’ve been taking note since that moment.  And was not happy with what I had been discovering.  I’ve always had this thing around another complaining.  Whoa is me, yadda, yadda, yadda.  It would make me crazy.  And then I discovered I had the same symptom.  At a course the participants were challenged to go through the day without one compliant.  I offer the same challenge.  You may realize like I did that hardly 5 minutes, less than one minute goes by without some kind of negative thought or complaint about something or someone bothering you.  I was amazed.  Because when I look around me I think I’m a pretty positive person.  My new modo is “Find the good in it”.  I believe there is always some benefit, or lesson to be learned by what is around us. &lt;br /&gt;            I think I am moving into lecture mode rather than discovery mode.  I hope you don’t mind when I do.  My thoughts ramble and within that I often find gems worth keeping.&lt;br /&gt;            I am going to set up my blog with different titles so that you can scan easily to the stuff you like.  If you like my “discoveries and insights” look for that title.  If you want “stories and adventure”, look for that title.  And as I discover what other things come up and how to share them I will continue to categorize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 9, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nights are passing quickly.  I feel excitement.  I am about to venture on a one way ticket to another country.  Where will I end up and what will I find.  Ooh it’s exciting.  Nothing like a little adventure.  I keep wondering if the party scheduled for Wednesday is for me.  Considering, it seems to me that no one ever tells me when we’re having a party, and it’s for Ernie, who has left us many times, and has never had a party, and it happens to be the same week I’m leaving.  Or is my ego engaged because I think everything is for me.  I guess it doesn’t really matter.  I would hate to miss my own party though.  I have prior commitments with other important people in my life.  I feel complete at Supreme’s and am ready to say good-bye or so long, and till next time in other circles of my life.&lt;br /&gt;And in addition to all this excitement, I still have a long list of “to do” to get done before I leave.  Packing included.  It’s a strange thing, I want to take as little with me as possible and at the same time I don’t want to forget anything.  I don’t want to forget the important things, which to me are a scribbler to write and my tape recorder to tape.  There are probably more necessary things like money and bank cards, insurance, etc…&lt;br /&gt;Normally I would have the pile of ‘to takes’ all together but I don’t feel very together tonight.  I have my usual struggle of choosing between promises for others and what’s important to me.  Half the time I probably didn’t make the promises, other’s just assumed I would handle things, and of course I comply.  Can’t figure out why I’m not heard when I’m not interested in complying.  I guess I’m still wishy washy in some areas.  Or maybe down deeper it’s important to me to help others also.&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to the internet café’s sharing stories and touching base with home.  I look forward to the long still moments as I sit and watch what is around me.  I believe there will be lots of laughs and lots of tears, as I both enjoy the amazing things and people around me, and I am reminded of the people I miss at home.  I’ve always found in my life that these crossroads lead to great things.  They are always at a corner where I cannot see in front of me at all.  And faith will have to take me the distance.  This time is very different, as I a feel the corner I am turning doesn’t hold the same grief that past corners have.  This corner is harder to turn because the street that I was on was beautiful, and granted me many fabulous gifts.  Although, there is a proverb that you cannot grab hold of the great gifts if your hands are full (or something to this nature).  This explains my desire and fearlessness in purging and creating space.  My observing and insistence in staying disconnected from life here so far this year.  My experience is that when I create space, others are eager to fill it.  My discipline is to choose what I want in that space.  What serves me.  What brings me joy.  Not what other’s think brings me joy, or is helpful.  Although there is lots to be said about the offering around me and how grateful I am for them.  Once where I thought there was probably scarcity, there is overwhelming abundance.  It is easy to collect things in our lives.  But do they serve a purpose or are we somehow lying to ourselves and to others.&lt;br /&gt;For as little time as I have left in this week, I went to go see the bucket list tonight.  It is a show of two men dying of cancer.  They created a list of all the things they wanted to do before they died, and did them.  I kind of had the same experience as in September last year I wrote a Eulugy and discovered there were only two things in my life that I wanted and only one I would truly regret.  One of the things I want to do is travel.  And therefore so this trip was inspired.  The one thing that I would regret, is not falling in love.  Which leads me to another of my intentions this year.  For the universe to show me what an abundance of amazing men there are in this world, and all I need to do is chose.  I am learning the things that I like, and that I don’t.  The things that work and the things that don’t.  I finally got what a friend had told me years ago.  She had been married three times, and she told me that every time she compromised.  I understand.  I always felt that the right one was worth waiting for.  I still do.  Life is filled with only so many moments.  I suggest we all make the best of each one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 11, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a hectic day.  Productive and not.  I ended up doing a lot of work I didn’t know I had.  So I feel a bit behind, and still able to complete what I need to.  I simply have to allow the paperwork to fall easily and the answers to come easily and all will be fantastic.  I will be able to enjoy my last few days here preparing for my trip.&lt;br /&gt;I just flashed back to earlier in my day, and I think it is very interesting how I was having a conversation with another and I wasn’t picking up on what they were saying until they stopped talking and gave a look.  The look I understood 100%.  No questions, clear as a bell.  But the conversation I wasn’t getting.  It’s true what they say.  Only 7% of communication is through our words, and I know how powerful words can be.  Can you imagine how powerful the other 93% of our communicating ability is.  Fastinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very interesting thing happened today.  This past week I have been wanting to get a hold of my insurance company with regards to the house to make sure that all is well.  And we haven’t been able to connect.  I’ve been feeling that maybe it would be best to have someone stay at the house, just for the sake of having someone there.  Late this afternoon I got a call from Suze Casey, founder of Belief Re-patterningA lady in her recent Level 1, 2 and 3 intensive weekend was looking for a place to stay.  So it looks like my house has a companion while I am gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s late.  Much later than I thought it was.  Although I feel like I could go all night and jump back into the numbers, I don’t think that would be the best idea.  My experience is even though I think that right now, when I turn out the lights and relax my head on the pillow, I will be fast asleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-5057007290791453827?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5057007290791453827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=5057007290791453827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/5057007290791453827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/5057007290791453827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/welcome.html' title='Welcome'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-4350176503473686577</id><published>2008-03-07T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T18:41:01.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Colin's 40th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright. I figured out the picture thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R9H3l-q3YqI/AAAAAAAAACM/Td7a3f5XYRg/s1600-h/IMG_1572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175189678675419810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R9H3l-q3YqI/AAAAAAAAACM/Td7a3f5XYRg/s200/IMG_1572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's o.k. Colin, we'll all turn 40 eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175193376642261810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R9H69Oq3YzI/AAAAAAAAADU/6ogtruM2kNM/s200/IMG_1577.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Go ahead.. get excited... you're at a party!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175188274221113954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R9H2UOq3YmI/AAAAAAAAABs/7hqEs_W7VAw/s200/IMG_1570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You can see who the life of the party is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175190876971295474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R9H4ruq3YvI/AAAAAAAAAC0/5ASxpj85-VU/s200/IMG_1571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not her best pose, but she's working on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175190851201491634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R9H4qOq3YrI/AAAAAAAAACU/UPfO8-jsyXo/s200/IMG_1566.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Janine.... STOP kissing me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175190859791426242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R9H4quq3YsI/AAAAAAAAACc/FDneehYXBrA/s200/IMG_1567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; You know Debbie, if you just give in she'll stop trying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175190864086393554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R9H4q-q3YtI/AAAAAAAAACk/yZU9_xhaesU/s200/IMG_1568.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently it's better than she thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R9H0mOq3YlI/AAAAAAAAABk/fi6J8x2MCaY/s1600-h/IMG_1565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175186384435503698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R9H0mOq3YlI/AAAAAAAAABk/fi6J8x2MCaY/s200/IMG_1565.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I thought she liked guy's. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175193359462392594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R9H68Oq3YxI/AAAAAAAAADE/KIG60i0A7nY/s200/IMG_1569.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Now who's snuggly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175193385232196418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R9H69uq3Y0I/AAAAAAAAADc/1VYarEmOS1M/s200/IMG_1578.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Always a pleasure having drinks with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175191693015081730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R9H5bOq3YwI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ioXO4I75pzQ/s200/IMG_1573.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-4350176503473686577?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4350176503473686577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=4350176503473686577' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/4350176503473686577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/4350176503473686577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/colins-40th.html' title='Colin&apos;s 40th'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCbpINl7daU/R9H3l-q3YqI/AAAAAAAAACM/Td7a3f5XYRg/s72-c/IMG_1572.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-5515042449110013037</id><published>2008-03-07T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T16:40:56.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning to blog</title><content type='html'>Daily scrap lists are getting me through and getting things done, and learning how to blog before I leave is important. So here I am, learning to post pictures. Enjoy my brothers 40th birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;o.k., learning not going so well.  Pictures did not update.  And I have no idea how to get them here, so you all will have a hard time enjoying them.  Can anyone help!!!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-5515042449110013037?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5515042449110013037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=5515042449110013037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/5515042449110013037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/5515042449110013037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/learning-to-blog.html' title='Learning to blog'/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4621101791572690811.post-6326795876804343163</id><published>2008-03-01T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T00:05:12.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am leaving for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Philippines&lt;/span&gt; in two weeks tomorrow.  I am busy with work.  And I have to run home to perm my mothers hair.  Well that is not the only reason I am going home.  It will be nice to see my parents before I leave and my parents want to see me too.  I am scrambling to figure out what work I can get done while I am at their house so I can stay a day or two longer, otherwise it will be a one day visit before heading back to Calgary.  It's 1:00am after my brothers 40&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday party and I am now going to finish up some work before I leave tomorrow.  good times.  I have to say I would prefer to be in my bed right now, but I can do with less sleep tonight in order to complete what I need to.  I figure if I can make it through a Mastery weekend, I can make it through this.  It is certainly time to go though, because I have work to do.  Till my next entry...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4621101791572690811-6326795876804343163?l=rejeannesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6326795876804343163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4621101791572690811&amp;postID=6326795876804343163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/6326795876804343163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4621101791572690811/posts/default/6326795876804343163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rejeannesblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-journey.html' title=''/><author><name>rejeanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17855913365979007044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
