Nydia...Like Lydia, but with an "N"

more typos per square inch

There are no sidebars in posterous

So I guess I just have to drive straight down the middle.

Voilå la liste d'une partie de ma musique favorite.

Every family has one

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This little squirrel is on her third baby in about 30 minutes.

She's moving them, one by one, out of our neighbor's tree into ours....waaaayyy up into ours. Like 40 feet.

#1 was tame. #2 was naughty. This one is just plain rambunctious--the "black sheep," I'm guessing. She couldn't "pack" him (or any of the babies, really) into her little mouth w/enough confidence to take them more than a few feet at a time. That's pretty tough work. We had to keep cheering her on.

It's funny, because it's almost like she asked for permission (I'm not sure whether from us or from our cat, Syddie--I think the latter) to cut across our lawn and take Baby #2 up the most direct route...from the tree trunk up, rather than have to climb a fence, jump the roof of our garage and then swing over again to a branch from our evergreen.

BTW, Syddie pretty much said, "No way" until the hubs grabbed her and tossed her into the car for a few minutes.

Finally, it looks like all the babies all made it.

And Syddie got out on an early release program. :)

Did I mention this was on my playlist for today?

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Now I'm deep into The Motorcycle Diaries soundtrack. 

Dang, wish I were watching the flick.

It's my birthday and I don't know what to do

First, I'll have a cup of coffee.

Actually, no first, I had my blood drawn. 
Then breakfast.

Now, I'm going to have a cup of coffee, wake up and THEN figure out what to do.

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I'm thinking I really like this.

Type treatment is hip, as are the colors. Very modern.
Actually, quite European, but I think I shot this out of a magazine spread somewhere.

Shot. Heh heh. Like it's a real photo or something. Well, not so much. I just try to capture everything I can now w/my phone, and I rather like it. Certainly not professional by any means, but at least I don't have to rely on my uber-crusty memory for it!

The guy who started it all has left for heaven

Bill Stearns, author of Catch the Vision and Run with the Vision, crossed over into the welcoming arms of Jesus yesterday.

 There have been 2-3 spiritual fathers in my life, and Bill was one of them. He probably never knew it--heck, I didn't even know it till yesterday. But Bill, his wife Amy, and France were what God used to get the fire burning in me.

 Largely because of them, I'm serving in two capacities which I'm certain I was divinely cut out for: mobilizing and international work. Only God can connect dots like those, dating back to Summer 1985. I'm blown away when I think of this. Absolutely blown away.