tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206343582024-03-13T15:06:49.640-04:00Divine SerendipityLearning to live in Divine controlEllenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12957911126061212058noreply@blogger.comBlogger61125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20634358.post-46146548356430858352008-11-18T14:06:00.007-05:002008-11-18T14:12:13.499-05:00Still Waiting for Bunn & Gunn, but this will do<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzkJbetwwIY/SSMTdn_tNYI/AAAAAAAAAI4/BeA9dJ9T0IE/s1600-h/centurion%27s+daughter.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270077388626933122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzkJbetwwIY/SSMTdn_tNYI/AAAAAAAAAI4/BeA9dJ9T0IE/s320/centurion%27s+daughter.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>A couple of years ago, Robin Jones Gunn told me that she'd most like to co-author a book with Davis Bunn so that the spine would read "BUNN & GUNN". I'm still waiting for that book, but in the meanwhile, I'll keep reading!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Canadian author Janette Oke has partnered with one of my favorite fiction authors, <a href="http://www.davisbunn.com/home.html">Davis Bunn</a>. I like his writing, but I also think he's possibly the nicest people I've ever met! </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>So, I was pleased to receive the advance reader copy of "<a href="http://www.bakerpublishinggroup.com/ME2/dirmod.asp?sid=0477683E4046471488BD7BAC8DCFB004&nm=&type=PubCom&mod=PubComProductCatalog&mid=BF1316AF9E334B7BA1C33CB61CF48A4E&tier=3&id=752FA8200766458180F9260EA3349C4A">The Centurion's Wife</a>" - a swift departure from Oke's typical writing style, but not such a departure from Bunn's historical fiction. Leah, the niece of Pontius Pilate, is caught up in a scheme to find out who exactly this prophet whom Pilate executed really was - and whether the Jews who followed Jesus are planning a large-scale rebellion. Her husband-to-be, Alban, happens to be the Roman Centurion whose young servant was healed by Jesus (recorded in Matthew, chapter 8). </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Separately, these two lead characters are assigned to to find out the truth about Jesus identity, and what happened after His crucifixion. While the dialog can tend to be a little lacking, the story itself is very enjoyable. I liked considering what Pilate, his wife, the disciples, the Centurion at Jesus' crucifixion, the women at Jesus' tomb, etc. all experienced after His death and resurrection. Putting things into context is always very helpful for me, and this story did just that. <strong><em>The Centurion's Wife</em></strong> is much shorter than a Brock & Bodie Thoene or Francine Rivers historical, biblical fiction title, and I wish that this book had been more fleshed out and made into a meatier story, but it was still satisfying. I will look forward to reading the next in the series. </div>Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12957911126061212058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20634358.post-30666520545799889572008-10-23T15:24:00.006-04:002008-10-23T15:32:01.428-04:00Review: The Apothecary's Daughter<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzkJbetwwIY/SQDQ_1eBbKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/f5XZeDBdlBo/s1600-h/Apothecary%27s+Daughter.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260434159872076962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzkJbetwwIY/SQDQ_1eBbKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/f5XZeDBdlBo/s320/Apothecary%27s+Daughter.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I am an unashamed Jane Austen / Regency Era addict. So, when I read <em>Lady of Milkweed Manor</em> by Julie Klassen a number of months ago, I brought a discerning Regency eye to the writing. And I was definitely not unhappy with what my Regency-trained eye found. In fact, I was addicted. When the advanced reader copy of Klassen's forthcoming title arrived on my desk then, I picked it up immediately. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Julie Klassen's second "Riveting Regency", <em>The Apothecary's Daughter</em>, continues on her exploration of working-class 19th Century England. Lilly Haswell is a thoroughly likeable character, understandably torn between the life she knows with her tradesman father and developmentally delayed brother and her aspirations to find a life of something more, as offered to her by a wealthy aunt and uncle. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>The unique glimpse provided into the 19th century world of medicine and the life of a working class family is well done. Klassen has obviously thoroughly studied her subject (and acknowledges this in the Author's Note), and uses detail to create a great sense of authenticity. Of course, a number of twists and turns in Lilly's complicated love-life ensue, and an enjoyable romance is woven throughout the larger story. However, the full story line intimates that Regency life was not all balls and gowns and garden parties, but full of the same life choice issues common to all people of all generations. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>The cover copy tells us that <em>The Apothecary's Daughter</em> is a story with 'fascinating historical detail and vivid characters' and I would happily agree. I was not disappointed.</div><div> </div><div>*Note: there were a few titles called "Apothecary's Daughter" when I searched - this review references only the title authored by Julie Klassen. </div>Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12957911126061212058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20634358.post-17841982436313566492008-10-23T15:16:00.004-04:002008-10-23T15:23:35.372-04:00I'm Coming Back<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzkJbetwwIY/SQDPIeNJa0I/AAAAAAAAAIY/cAgQWuvakYg/s1600-h/desk_calendar_1.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260432109222849346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzkJbetwwIY/SQDPIeNJa0I/AAAAAAAAAIY/cAgQWuvakYg/s320/desk_calendar_1.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Okay, so it's been waaay too long since I last posted. So much has happened! I got married, lost my job (RG Mitchell went bankrupt - NOT the result of my work, FYI), started a new company (check out <a href="http://www.grafmartin.com/">http://www.grafmartin.com/</a> soon!) and did all the other life-adjusting stuff that comes along with major changes.<br /><br />However, I want to start blogging again. In fact, I'm hoping to make my blog an integrated part of my new website, so thought I should get started right now. So there you go - it's a small start, but it's a start. First thing I'm going to do is publish my reviews for a couple of fiction titles I've just read and thoroughly enjoyed!<br /><br />It's good to be back - now, we'll see if anyone even notices! </div>Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12957911126061212058noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20634358.post-72431018823815661272008-01-23T14:28:00.001-05:002008-01-23T14:29:53.820-05:00What Does Bridezilla Look Like?<div>Apparently, this is what Bridezilla looks like...</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://poorrichard.files.wordpress.com/2007/04/bridezilla.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12957911126061212058noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20634358.post-47657259419443509232008-01-21T11:19:00.000-05:002008-01-21T11:34:44.312-05:00Avoiding Bridezilla<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzkJbetwwIY/R5TJFKK0uVI/AAAAAAAAAFw/V2M_2cBISX8/s1600-h/Sitting+Laughing.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157968563712342354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzkJbetwwIY/R5TJFKK0uVI/AAAAAAAAAFw/V2M_2cBISX8/s320/Sitting+Laughing.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Dan proposed on Christmas Eve, and we're getting married on February 16th. And no, it's not a 'shotgun wedding'. While some people think we're crazy, we've had a lot of confirmation from friends saying that a short engagement is definitely the way to go (although all the bridal magazines are telling me I need at MINIMUM a year to plan!) So, recently a friend asked what my tips would be for getting married quickly.</div><br /><div>Here they are, for what they're worth: </div><br /><div>1. Work on your guest list now, and compile all their addresses into a spreadsheet so that it's really easy to make them into address labels or print them on your invitation labels. This saved us tons of time, since I had them already in a spreadsheet for my Christmas card list!</div><br /><div>2. If you find a dress you like now, buy it! I'm wearing bridal separates that I love, and i'm happy because I didn't care about having a big frou-frou princess wedding dress since we're having a small ceremony, larger reception. </div><br /><div></div><div>3. Get married where you live, and not necessarily where your family lives. They'll travel if they want to be there, and you can handle the details a LOT easier. If i'd gotten married in Nanaimo it would have been a lot more stressful.</div><br /><div>4. When you register, don't be picky. You can always exchange / return things. Find things you like, but don't agonize over them being perfect. They'll probably be just fine. Of course, all the magazines and websites, etc. tell you that this is your dream list and it has to be perfect, but see how everything looks when you get it and if it doesn't work, then exchange it! </div><br /><div></div><div>5. Let your friends help you. They are going to be part of your marriage - not just your wedding. This is a big one! I've been absolutely AMAZED at how people are helping and supporting me, knowing that I have a short time frame, my mom and family aren't here, etc. They've been incredible. I'm totally blessed. My matron of honor did a lot of calling around and checking out halls for us - and we found one we LOVE - <a href="http://www.stgeorgehall.com/">St. George Hall</a>. I've been given the wedding cake by my friend Michelle and her pastry chef sister, the wedding decorations by various people, an amazing price on my flowers (Rebecca is a talented florist), a sister-in-law to take engagement photos, a sister to host the rehearsal dinner and people are popping out all over the place to offer things. It's amazing what happens when you don't hold your own wedding plans so tightly. And you know what, it's so incredible that it's become not just my event, or Dan and mine, but it's become a community event. </div><br /><div></div><div>6. Set yourself aside and see what God will do. The best thing about a short engagement has been that we don't have the luxury of arguing over things. It's been more like "this is a great hall - do you like it?", "yup","okay - done". We have to be partners and work as a team. Also, it allows us to let God in on the details. We need him to intervene! I'm pretty organized, which helps, but I can only do so much. God has provided so much for us - from great deals on the things we need for the wedding, to people to purchase things we need to get rid of in the combining of two households. And yes - this was all basically organized within 3 1/2 weeks. Not 12 months. </div><br /><div></div><div>So there you go. I don't have time to go all bridezilla! I don't want to be bridezilla, because frankly Dan doesn't like me so much when i'm stressed, and I don't like myself so much when i'm stressed!</div><div> </div>Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12957911126061212058noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20634358.post-17157636382915911472007-12-27T08:08:00.000-05:002007-12-27T08:09:05.617-05:00IMPORTANT PRESS RELEASERING EXCHANGED AT “WONDERS OF WINTER” IN WATERLOO PARK<br /><br />Ontario Man to Wed Island Girl – She Said Yes!<br /><br /><br />Waterloo, ON — Dec. 24, 2007 — Christmas came a few hours early for Ellen R. Graf this year. Dan J. Martin of Elmira, Ontario presented a sparkling diamond ring to Ms. Graf (formerly of Nanaimo, BC) while on a snowy Christmas Eve walk to admire the Christmas light sculptures in Waterloo Park. While the Bride-to-be looked on agog (slightly resembling a fish out of water) the Groom-to-be knelt and pulled out a ring box and asked her to marry him. Although Ms. Graf had stopped breathing temporarily, his repeated asking prompted a response of “uhuh, yes, mmhmm, yes” accompanied by strong nodding of the head. She is currently being treated for shock. Mr. Martin is being treated for compulsive grinning.<br /><br />Friends and family are thrilled for the couple and have offered their heartfelt blessing. Said the Father of the Bride, “At last!” The Bride’s mother advised “You make a great couple (keep him, he does dishes!)”. Other reactions have included “Yahoo”, “YAY!” and high pitched loud squealing noises. Ms. Graf and Mr. Martin are sincerely grateful for the prayers that have been offered on their behalf, and are so honored to have friends and family who have encouraged and loved them while their relationship has developed.<br /><br />While a date has not yet been set, the couple will be married in the New Year. When asked about the date, the groom advised “Sooner than later!” After the wedding, they will reside in Waterloo, Ontario. The bride’s process of ‘clutter reduction’ has already begun so that her husband-to-be might have at least one shelf in the closet to call his own.<br /><br />Mr. Martin hails from Ontario, while Ms. Graf was raised on Vancouver Island, BC. They realize that this is a cross-cultural relationship and have enjoyed learning about each other’s respective backgrounds – especially the foods. <br /><br />Both the bride and groom are available for interview (they’re regaining their coherency by the day) and the ring is available for viewing. Photos available upon request. <br /><br /># # #Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12957911126061212058noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20634358.post-18523850663412890652007-12-17T18:06:00.000-05:002007-12-17T18:27:22.876-05:00Un-Fortune Cookies<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzkJbetwwIY/R2cEmaK0uUI/AAAAAAAAAFo/tOeTIaVE0RU/s1600-h/720px-Fortune_cookie_broken_20040628_223252_1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145086157200341314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzkJbetwwIY/R2cEmaK0uUI/AAAAAAAAAFo/tOeTIaVE0RU/s320/720px-Fortune_cookie_broken_20040628_223252_1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Okay - I confess. I love fortune cookies. </div><br /><div></div><div>I can't eat them, but I can't wait to break open the crispy little creatures and see what they're going to tell me. But really, the fortunes are dumb, aren't they?</div><br /><div></div><div>Today's fortunes: </div><br /><div></div><div>"We would often be sorry if our wishes came true."<br /></div><div>"It is quality rather than quantity that matters. Do a good job."</div><br /><div></div><div>I feel ripped off! Those aren't fortunes at all! Grrr... Wings 'unfortune' cookies! Who thinks of these things?!</div><br /><div></div><div>According to Wikipedia: The Fortune Cookie is a crisp <a title="Cookie" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cookie">cookie</a> made from flour, sugar, butter, vanilla, and milk which is baked around a fortune, a piece of paper with words of <a title="Faux" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Faux">faux</a> <a title="Wisdom" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wisdom">wisdom</a> or vague <a title="Prophecy" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prophecy">prophecy</a>. ... Despite <a title="Conventional wisdom" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Conventional_wisdom">conventional wisdom</a>, the cookies were invented in <a title="California" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/California">California</a>. </div><div> </div><div>Ahhh... they're from California. No wonder they're bizarre and don't make too much sense! :)</div>Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12957911126061212058noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20634358.post-86218295613876509322007-12-10T11:40:00.000-05:002007-12-11T16:56:28.988-05:00My Own Personal Ice-Capade<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzkJbetwwIY/R18GJcgAQ7I/AAAAAAAAAFg/TXvHE3_S4Ks/s1600-h/ist2_1337384_first_fall_try_again.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142836058819412914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzkJbetwwIY/R18GJcgAQ7I/AAAAAAAAAFg/TXvHE3_S4Ks/s320/ist2_1337384_first_fall_try_again.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div><br /></div><div>This weekend will go down in Danellen (our celebrity nickname) history. After finishing up a bunch of Christmas shopping and enjoying a wonderful meal at Milestones, Dan had the fabulous idea to go skating in the outdoor rink at Nathan Phillips Square in Downtown Toronto, which was really fun. My skates were sharp, my spirits bright, and we were bundled up like Ralphie in <a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0085334/">A Christmas Story</a>. </div><br /><div>It was kind of like the movie <a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0240890/">Serendipity</a>, but not quite. </div><div><br />So, it's been a few years since I've skated, and it wasn't the best conditions to practice on for the first time again. There were hundreds of people on the ice, and it was totally chopped up.<br /><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div>Although I had a fairly tenuous start, I was doing good, but getting tired. And, I guess I wasn't picking up my feet enough because I was getting lazy and my pick caught, and I did a HUGE belly flop on the ice. No normal falling for me. None of the falling on your butt, side, etc. I fel directly on my stomach and arms. Flat. On. My. Face. I slid a little ways, and was absolutely covered in snow when I stood up. </div><br /><div></div><div>Dan was in so much shock, and I was in shock (and I knocked the wind out of myself) but all I could do was laugh hysterically. I could hardly skate back to the bench because I was laughing so hard. I bruised a rib, my shoulder is hurt, and I'm still laughing (although it hurts because of my rib). Seriously, I'm still aching all over.</div><br /><div></div><div>Poor Dan, planning a romantic winter evening and I'm just... typical Ellen. I think I get it from Grandma Ellen. She had a rather miserable track record of broken arms and legs from roller skating and water skiing. </div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div>Fortunately, I also got her sense of humor, which came in handy when we got back to the car and realized I had forgotten to take the tag off of the top of my toque and had worn it all over Toronto that night. Sigh. Some things never change. </div><br /><br /><div></div>Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12957911126061212058noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20634358.post-59013750105994184022007-09-16T08:37:00.000-04:002007-09-16T08:58:52.469-04:00Face to FaceThis past Friday afternoon, one of my friends met Jesus face to face. That alone makes me thrilled for her, regardless of promises that she will know no more suffering, pain, regret or anything else that is broken and sad. Of course, that means that we won't see her here again, which makes me grieve for us and our loss. I'm sad that Lisa won't be here for birthday parties, births, Anne of Green Gables parties, Thanksgiving, Easter... all those things. <br /><br />It's such an odd mixture of feelings as we follow St. Paul's instruction that "<a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1%20Thessalonians%204:13-14;&version=31;">we do not grieve as those without hope"</a>. What does that look like practically? How does that work out for Lisa's best friend who never planned for this to happen? How does that look for Lisa's sisters who don't have her support? How does that look for me who needs someone to challenge me like only Lisa did? <br /><br />But then...I remember that Lisa now knows the answer to the questions. Although we can only imagine, Lisa knows the answer to "will I dance before You Jesus, or in awe of You be still?" She knows what the rooms look like that <a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=50&chapter=14&verse=1&end_verse=3&version=31&context=context">Jesus had prepared for her </a>in His father's heavenly mansion. <br /><br /><div>At these times I remember that my understanding is so small, and God's plan is so big. In fact, it's <a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1%20Corinthians%2013:12;&version=65;">like seeing through a foggy glass window </a>- we can't quite discern what is on the other side. And that's okay. The most important thing is that we know there is something big happening on the other side of the fog and the mist, and that one day we will be a part of it. </div><br /><br /><div>"We don't yet see things clearly. We're squinting in a fog, peering through a mist. But it won't be long before the weather clears and the sun shines bright! We'll see it all then, see it as clearly as God sees us, knowing Him directly as He knows us!"</div><div>The Message / Bible (I Cor. 13:12)</div>Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12957911126061212058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20634358.post-46054229276586224732007-09-05T22:12:00.000-04:002007-09-05T22:23:27.167-04:00Attempting to Unplug<a href="http://www.rawgarden.co.uk/public/pictures/products/standard/11047.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.rawgarden.co.uk/public/pictures/products/standard/11047.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Okay - so i'm finally getting some down time, and it's about time, if you ask me!</div><br /><div>Dan is happy I'm taking time off (he's probably wondering where his relaxed, happy girlfriend went) and I'm happy too. However, I'm finding it really hard to totally relax. It's been a year packed with drama, drama, drama. Too much drama - which leaves me feeling slightly on the edge, even when I'm supposed to be relaxing! </div><br /><div>Unfortunately, I think I haven't planned my days off well enough. I haven't laid around in a lounge chair yet. I love to organize things, cook, sew, watch movies... and I've done very little of that thus far (with only two days at home under my belt). Let's see what the next couple days hold - hopefully lots of organizing stuff, cooking, and more sleeping in - and more reading. (I'm currently enjoying a thriller entitled "The Pawn" - one I'll definitely have to pass along to my mom). </div><br /><div>The way things typically go, probably by the time Monday rolls around, I'll have just figured out how to rest. Maybe I should have taken two weeks. Oh well, at least I'll not be sleep deprived any more!</div><div> </div><div>Anyone got any tips?</div>Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12957911126061212058noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20634358.post-19107265738472729862007-08-27T20:17:00.000-04:002007-08-27T20:48:20.783-04:00REALLY Eating Royally<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzkJbetwwIY/RtNwrtY9C7I/AAAAAAAAAFY/8tFsZ2PO6Is/s1600-h/creme+brulee+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103546698961849266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzkJbetwwIY/RtNwrtY9C7I/AAAAAAAAAFY/8tFsZ2PO6Is/s320/creme+brulee+2.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzkJbetwwIY/RtNv9dY9C6I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/vrp0q9ov7xk/s1600-h/creme+brulee.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103545904392899490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzkJbetwwIY/RtNv9dY9C6I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/vrp0q9ov7xk/s320/creme+brulee.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><div>Okay, so more payback for my not-so-good week? Well, tonight I got the chance to dine at <a href="http://www.ruthschris.com/">Ruth's Chris </a>Steakhouse. Turns out, one of the benefits of touring with a famous chef is fabulous food and remarkable service. Good thing that it doesn't happen very often, or i'd have to buy a whole new larger wardrobe (or some really stretchy pants recommended by <a href="http://www.juliebarnhill.com/">Julie Barnhill</a>).<br /></div><br /><div>Anyhow, we just enjoyed one of the best meals i've had in a long time. </div><br /><div>Oh. My. Word. </div><br /><div></div><div>The chef, Jess, was fantastic. This afternoon he allowed us to take over his kitchen for a short while in order to shoot some film for an <a href="http://www.ctv.ca/entertainment">eTalk Daily </a>interview, and then he invited us back for dinner. </div><div> </div><div>The Ahi Tuna appetizer was delicious. The steak was absolutely incredible (and who knew you could cook ANYTHING at 1800 degrees?). The asparagus perfectly al dente. The creme brulee was PERFECT (and my favorite dessert), although Darren wouldn't allow me to lick the spoon or bowl (apparently it's not a compliment to the chef - could've fooled me!). And I topped off my perfectly round meal (and belly) with a decaf Americano that beat Starbucks hands down (and you KNOW that point is hard for me to surrender). </div><br /><div>So, I guess the diet starts tomorrow... after lunch with Darren, of course. As one friend said to me once "I can almost hear myself getting fatter". But tonight, I'm smiling like a happy cat.</div></div></div>Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12957911126061212058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20634358.post-88271547204533212412007-08-27T12:54:00.000-04:002007-08-27T14:44:12.735-04:00Eating Royally and The Rock<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzkJbetwwIY/RtMFvNY9C5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/lNRQAdaPwsE/s1600-h/rock01.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103429111347219346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="267" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzkJbetwwIY/RtMFvNY9C5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/lNRQAdaPwsE/s320/rock01.jpg" width="193" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzkJbetwwIY/RtMFn9Y9C4I/AAAAAAAAAFA/KqPX_k2U4wM/s1600-h/Darren.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103428986793167746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="217" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzkJbetwwIY/RtMFn9Y9C4I/AAAAAAAAAFA/KqPX_k2U4wM/s320/Darren.jpg" width="186" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>This morning was odd in the best sort of way. I am on an author tour with <a href="http://theroyalchef.com/">The Royal Chef</a>. We were at Canada AM first thing this morning, and the guest interviewed right before <a href="http://www.linkslice.com/school85458/">Darren McGrady demonstrated his world-class, Princess Diana Bread and Butter Pudding </a>was... you guessed it... The Rock. </div><br /><div>Yes, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Rock_(entertainer)">The Rock</a>. Also known as "Dwayne Johnson".<br /></div><div>The man characterized by the phrase "Can you smell what The Rock is cooking?"</div><br /><div>Oh, the irony. And really, it's just weird. But, it was cool to get to see The Rock in person, even if his biceps were outshined by his 7 year-old movie co-star as they promoted it in their interview. </div><br /><div>Although it seems like perhaps it's divine justice for having such a stressful weekend, Dan said it's just not fair. </div></div>Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12957911126061212058noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20634358.post-47799993028031583422007-08-25T18:35:00.000-04:002007-08-25T18:50:45.509-04:00Life Unplugged<a href="http://www.graphics.com/modules/Gallery/albums/album171/Unplugged.sized.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="289" alt="" src="http://www.graphics.com/modules/Gallery/albums/album171/Unplugged.sized.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Since i've been disconnected, i've been fairly disconcerted.<br /><br />When I started University in 1994, I got my first email account. I remember typing in a little computer lab on campus, and printing out my email on dot-matrix printers. In 1997, when I spent a year on a ship in Central America, email was a luxury that kept me connected to my family & friends. This week, 13 years after I got my first email account, with no internet connection, I didn't even know how I would communicate to plan an event. I couldn't print out directions. I honestly don't know how to cope without internet. I can't remember how to do this. I forget that I own maps. I forget that I own a phone.<br /><br />I forget that being constantly connected has added an incredible level of pressure to my life. Pressure to know all things, do all things, be all things, and do them perfectly. It's also more expensive - more things to buy, internet connection to pay for.<br /><br />There are some huge lessons in this, but now I need to slow down long enough to learn them.Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12957911126061212058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20634358.post-83077714322454584602007-08-25T18:12:00.001-04:002007-08-25T18:26:08.839-04:00Complaining Again?Okay, so I gave up complaining for Lent this spring, and I think I might need to revisit that concept. <br /><br />This past week has been frustrating - Dan was sick with sciatic nerve problems, and in miserable pain. I was out of town for work. My computer crashed and still isn't working. My internet is down. My cell phone died. The media tour i'm working on for next week has been problematic. And to top it all off, when I went to the bathroom at the hotel, soap squirted up my arm. Stuff has been happening with friends & family back home. Stuff has been happening with friends & family in Ontario. Enough wrenches have been thrown in my perfect plans this past week to make me run entirely off kilter. <br /><br />However, those things are small things. They will pass. In five years, I will remember none of them. Good things are happening. I drove back and forth to Toronto a number of times, and was perfectly safe. No car accidents, despite my stressed out distraction. My computer will eventually get fixed. My friend Erin is here this weekend, and we've laughed enough to work off a few of the Jelly Bellys we've been eating. I had wonderful meals with friends at the Keg and Mandarin last week. Dan is feeling much better, if not perfect. I have the luxury of warm water and soap to wash my hands. I have a job that I love. I get paid to do things that I love. I have friends and family that teach me that i'm loveable.<br /><br />So, to those who have endured my rants this past week, I ask for your forgiveness. Life is good, God is patient and endlessly gracious with me, and I need to state that far louder than my yowling at temporary inconveniences and frustrations. <br /><br />Perhaps I need to do another 40-day complaint fast - maybe for, say, Rosh Hashana or something. (and maybe I need to fast from Jelly Bellys also)Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12957911126061212058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20634358.post-54367955921386789302007-08-09T09:24:00.001-04:002007-08-09T16:16:59.032-04:00I am now Emma Woodhouse!My Jane Austen / P&P addiction just keeps growing deeper and deeper - this is a fun quiz to find out who you would be in Jane Austen's world. Who would I least want to be? Charlotte Lucas - my apologies if you, in fact, turned out to be Charlotte! It's simply that I am much more of an Emma Woodhouse...<br /><br />Now to figure out how to convince Dan to take me to see the new movie! <br /><br /><table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'5'" width="'600'" border="'0'"><tbody><tr><td><img src="http://quizfarm.com//images/1117523119Emma.jpg" /></td><td>You scored as <b>Emma Woodhouse</b>, Emma is possibly one of the most loyal characters of Austen, always wanting better for those around her and doing all she possibly can to make it happen. Her motives sometimes get in the way of her good intentions and her own opinions can end up ruling her actions, but she has a good heart. She loves to be social and is welcoming to most, unless they are too silly to tolerate. While she sometimes changes her behavior to make others feel comfortable, she knows who she is and is always bettering herself.<br /><br /><table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'300'" border="'0'"><tbody><tr><td><p><span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;">Emma Woodhouse</span></p></td><td><table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'88'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"><tbody><tr><td></td></tr></tbody></table></td><td><span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;">88%</span></td></tr><tr><td><p><span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;">Elizabeth Bennet</span></p></td><td><table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'78'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"><tbody><tr><td></td></tr></tbody></table></td><td><span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;">78%</span></td></tr><tr><td><p><span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;">Marianne Dashwood</span></p></td><td><table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'69'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"><tbody><tr><td></td></tr></tbody></table></td><td><span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;">69%</span></td></tr><tr><td><p><span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;">Lady Catherine</span></p></td><td><table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'66'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"><tbody><tr><td></td></tr></tbody></table></td><td><span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;">66%</span></td></tr><tr><td><p><span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;">Jane Bennet</span></p></td><td><table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'59'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"><tbody><tr><td></td></tr></tbody></table></td><td><span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;">59%</span></td></tr><tr><td><p><span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;">Elinor Dashwood</span></p></td><td><table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'41'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"><tbody><tr><td></td></tr></tbody></table></td><td><span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;">41%</span></td></tr><tr><td><p><span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;">Charlotte Lucas</span></p></td><td><table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'28'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"><tbody><tr><td></td></tr></tbody></table></td><td><span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;">28%</span></td></tr></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><a href="http://www.blogger.com/" size="1" q_id="">Which Jane Austen Character are You? (For Females) Long Quiz!!!</a><br /><span >created with <a href="http://www.blogger.com/">QuizFarm.com</a></span></td></tr></tbody></table>Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12957911126061212058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20634358.post-622084937455712112007-08-01T13:52:00.001-04:002007-08-01T14:04:50.973-04:002 Free Women of Faith Tix for Giveaway!<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzkJbetwwIY/RrDLMtFPEHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/wLCCqYu0RlM/s1600-h/AmazingFreedom.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093794597676454002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="141" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzkJbetwwIY/RrDLMtFPEHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/wLCCqYu0RlM/s320/AmazingFreedom.jpg" width="331" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzkJbetwwIY/RrDKDdFPEGI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ehX72oCmESE/s1600-h/LogoAF.jpg"></a><br />Mostly only my Toronto area friends (and Dan) get to cash in on any of my work connections (we went to Joel Osteen a couple weeks ago - interesting...) but for once, I have some comp passes to something in the West!<br /><br />So, if anyone in Calgary reads my blog - or if anyone who reads my blog has friends in Calgary... I have two free Women of Faith tickets (free - no strings) to the first person from Calgary who emails me or posts a comment! They're in section 121, Row 11, Seats 1 & 2. Pretty good tix! They're worth $150 together!<br /><br />The conference is being held on August 17 & 18th (in just a couple of weeks!). So, let me know if you'd like to go!</div>Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12957911126061212058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20634358.post-67416074666613684102007-07-30T11:51:00.001-04:002007-07-30T11:59:38.266-04:00Addicted to Jane<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzkJbetwwIY/Rq4Kd9FPEDI/AAAAAAAAAEY/vpBoqWGN9iA/s1600-h/lizzy+%26+darcy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzkJbetwwIY/Rq4Kd9FPEDI/AAAAAAAAAEY/vpBoqWGN9iA/s320/lizzy+%26+darcy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093019738331615282" /></a><br />I admit it.<br /><br />I've watched Pride & Prejudice too many times to count (the <a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/drama/prideandprejudice/">5 hour BBC version </a>- truly the only REAL movie representation). I try to convert others - i'm downright evangelistic about Jane Austen. <br /><br />So, i've been excited about the forthcoming movie of Jane Austen's life, and in preparation have read <a href="http://www.amazon.ca/Just-Jane-Novel-Austens-Life/dp/0764203568/ref=sr_1_1/702-8907061-9783266?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1185810562&sr=8-1">Just Jane </a>and Becoming Jane. Of the two, Just Jane was far better. <br /><br />Any other Jane Austen afficiandos will be clap their hands and exclaim 'Capital!' with this novelization of Jane's life. I passed on my copy to Heather, who I imagine will start wearing Regency-era dresses while reading it. Nancy Moser did an excellent job of getting into the life and words of Jane Austen (and those of us who know books verbatim will recognize some key sarcastic phrases like, 'shelves in the closet, happy thought indeed!').Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12957911126061212058noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20634358.post-29745588215682893602007-07-30T10:01:00.000-04:002007-07-30T10:03:51.035-04:00Not Quite as Dignified<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzkJbetwwIY/Rq3vaNFPECI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/JH5ZyJfzvww/s1600-h/Ellen+and+the+Simpsons.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzkJbetwwIY/Rq3vaNFPECI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/JH5ZyJfzvww/s320/Ellen+and+the+Simpsons.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092989987093155874" /></a><br /><br />So, my second most interesting meeting this year? (After Jim Caviezel, of course!) The Simpsons!<br /><br />I still haven't seen the movie (waiting till next weekend) but can't get enough of the Spider Pig trailer. <br /><br />The phrase "from the sublime to the ridiculous" seems to fit here.Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12957911126061212058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20634358.post-91921565659365198232007-07-30T09:53:00.000-04:002007-07-30T10:01:36.626-04:00Finally - Proof<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzkJbetwwIY/Rq3u7NFPEBI/AAAAAAAAAEI/qomskQplPN0/s1600-h/EllenGraf+with+Jim+Caviezel.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzkJbetwwIY/Rq3u7NFPEBI/AAAAAAAAAEI/qomskQplPN0/s320/EllenGraf+with+Jim+Caviezel.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092989454517211154" /></a><br />Here it is, at long last, proof of my Jim Caviezel moment. And no, Kelvin, there is no Photoshop involved... anyone who knows me enough will figure that out. I do have a few questions though: <br /><br />1. Could I wear a louder jacket?<br /><br />2. Did I do something offensive to make Jim Caviezel stand away from me? Was he offended by my jacket? <br /><br />3. Exactly how tall is Jim Caviezel? I was wearing heels - so was probably about 5'10" in this photo!<br /><br />I can't wait to hear the full Word of Promise New Testament... everything i've heard so far is awesome.Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12957911126061212058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20634358.post-58236784876554350672007-07-28T08:37:00.000-04:002007-07-28T08:52:26.655-04:00Spilling Issues<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzkJbetwwIY/Rqs7zdFPD-I/AAAAAAAAAD4/6jd8_RWxmI0/s1600-h/CoffeeSpillCarpet.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzkJbetwwIY/Rqs7zdFPD-I/AAAAAAAAAD4/6jd8_RWxmI0/s320/CoffeeSpillCarpet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092229558838431714" /></a><br />I have realized that I actually miss something from my old apartment that i'd never thought i'd miss. <br /><br />Black berber carpet. Ugly laminate floors. <br /><br />Why? Because, no matter what you did, either nothing showed on the carpet or you could just wipe it off the old asbestos laminate floors. <br /><br />Now, although i've only lived here not quite two months (and have only actually been here for about half of that time) i've already spilled 3 cups of coffee, one cup of tea and one margarita on my light beige living room carpet. And heck, with the enormous sofas there isn't much carpet to be seen! And although i've scrubbed and Dan has scrubbed (twice when he's come over now i've been on my hands and knees scrubbing carpet), although I bought "mean green" cleaner and used it generously, although I wished the marks away... they're still there. <br /><br />So, i'll have to ask a friend with a steam cleaner if I can borrow the only machine that might make my carpet clean again. <br /><br />Hmm... interesting spiritual lessons out of this? (Don't you love how I have to do that?) No matter what I do, I can't get myself - or my own carpets - clean enough. I have to ask someone else to help. I need a Savior. I can move furniture to hide stains, but they're still there. I try to clean myself up, but "I do what I don't want to do, and what I want to do I don't do", like Paul said. <br /><br />I'm grateful to know a Savior who has cleansed me... and who leaves no stains - none at all. Everything that is forgiven is forgotten. It's done. It's over. No more judgement. Nothing. Nada. Pitched into the deepest part of the ocean. Completely over. <br /><br />I'm also grateful to have a friend with a steam cleaner. I'll soon have her on speed dial. <br /><br />And perhaps I should invest in a couple of spill-proof cups.Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12957911126061212058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20634358.post-2646102725085328912007-07-25T18:48:00.000-04:002007-07-25T18:50:51.870-04:00The End of it AllI can't believe it. <br /><br />I finally caved and signed up for facebook. I had sworn that I wouldn't (kind of like how I wouldn't blog) but I've chosen to go for it and just start up an account and see if I actually use it. Thanks a lot, Michelle! Seriously, you're going to make me be all postmodern or something. <br /><br />I was so happy being behind the times. <br /><br />And you know what is worse? I have no idea how to really use facebook, so I need lessons. Pitiful when I need to find someone younger than me to teach me this stuff!Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12957911126061212058noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20634358.post-38193654304367299392007-07-10T17:17:00.000-04:002007-07-10T17:36:09.161-04:00Gems in Atlanta<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzkJbetwwIY/RpP6fwAMxUI/AAAAAAAAADw/1CnM-Mxf-TU/s1600-h/harvest.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085683827600049474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzkJbetwwIY/RpP6fwAMxUI/AAAAAAAAADw/1CnM-Mxf-TU/s320/harvest.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I have been in Atlanta the last week, and it has been packed with good things and great things. Have you noticed that often the great things are things that aren't planned, and come in small packages? </div><br /><div>On Saturday night, I attended the <a href="http://www.christyawards.com/">Christy Awards </a>- frankly, my favourite awards show in our industry. While the Christys honor fiction authors, they recognized <a href="http://www.phyllistickle.com/">Phyllis Tickle </a>with a special lifetime achievement award this year. </div><br /><div>If you don't know who Phyllis is, perhaps you should. In a nutshell, Phyllis took Christian books into the mainstream by working with <a href="http://www.publishersweekly.com/">Publishers Weekly </a>magazine to start reviewing books written by Christians with spiritual themes, whether they be fiction or non-fiction. In so doing, she broke ground and allowed us to reach people with the written word who might otherwise never consider reading a 'Christian' or spiritual book. I am grateful that she did so. </div><br /><div>Phyllis is also funny, wise, and an accomplished author. I am so grateful to have women like her as role models in this work we do - although there are very few. Her acceptance speech was one of those that you want to memorize, as it was profound all in and of itself. One thing Phyllis said was exceptionally profound to me, and served as a challenge to me as I keep serving in this industry, as my ministry and as my work. </div><br /><div>Phyllis said, </div><br /><div>“Let us say, we have worked in these fields, </div><br /><div>we have enjoyed the crop, </div><br /><div>and have loved the landowner that we serve."</div><br /><div>May I continue to work in the fields that God gives me, enjoy the harvest and the crop He provides, and may I, above all else, love the Landowner that I serve. He is amazing. </div>Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12957911126061212058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20634358.post-82353276841078415802007-06-16T09:49:00.000-04:002007-06-16T10:03:43.117-04:00Room of Horrors<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzkJbetwwIY/RnPsQImzF8I/AAAAAAAAADg/Zwe1IBYmVFA/s1600-h/messy+room+1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076660966908958658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzkJbetwwIY/RnPsQImzF8I/AAAAAAAAADg/Zwe1IBYmVFA/s320/messy+room+1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div>Okay, time for a little honesty... does everyone have a room that looks like this after they move? It's the 'second bedroom' but looks more like a room of horrors. It will eventually be a room where I can keep my sewing machine set up, and unpack my 'library' onto bookshelves.<br /><br />The living room, bedroom and kitchen are all organized and sorted out (mostly - except for trying to figure out huge lazyboy sofas in a not so enormous room).<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzkJbetwwIY/RnPtHomzF9I/AAAAAAAAADo/aq6PJdNKTZU/s1600-h/tidy+room+1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076661920391698386" style="WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" height="224" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kzkJbetwwIY/RnPtHomzF9I/AAAAAAAAADo/aq6PJdNKTZU/s320/tidy+room+1.jpg" width="301" border="0" /></a> </div><div><br />Today is D-Day though. Dan is working on a patio with his brother, and i've got the day to sort out the nightmare room... we shall see how it goes. Meanwhile, i'm...erm... spending a little time blogging. No, don't call it procrastinating!<br /><br />Please, tell me i'm not alone in this! </div></div>Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12957911126061212058noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20634358.post-44237604767582947872007-06-12T16:35:00.001-04:002007-06-12T16:39:40.399-04:00Yay! for a First Novel<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzkJbetwwIY/Rm8EXYmzF6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/gNYOCjtiEXQ/s1600-h/feeling+for+bones.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075280104858523554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="301" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzkJbetwwIY/Rm8EXYmzF6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/gNYOCjtiEXQ/s320/feeling+for+bones.jpg" width="292" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div>A few nights ago I finished <a href="http://www.amazon.ca/Feeling-Bones-Bethany-Pierce/dp/080246288X/ref=sr_1_1/702-7276853-4486447?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1181680641&sr=8-1">Feeling For Bones </a>- the first novel by Bethany Pierce. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Feeling For Bones is a beautifully written memoir-like novel following a teenaged girl through life's upheavals. With a father who is a disillusioned, former pastor, a mother struggling to keep everything together, and a sweet, energetic much younger sister, 16 year-old Olivia struggles to find identity, and longs to be beaufiful. This is a creative novel, and a literary gem. I love finding great new authors, and am so happy when one has a successful first crack at writing the novel of the century. Well done, Bethany! (Plus - it doesn't hurt that it has a stellar cover design!)</div>Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12957911126061212058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20634358.post-17035870336670543102007-06-06T13:50:00.000-04:002007-06-06T14:06:35.048-04:00Historymaker<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzkJbetwwIY/Rmb3CYmzF5I/AAAAAAAAADI/BLDdahGgHYM/s1600-h/1519457977_m.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073013650616424338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzkJbetwwIY/Rmb3CYmzF5I/AAAAAAAAADI/BLDdahGgHYM/s320/1519457977_m.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>A little late but better late than never, once again <a href="http://www.historymaker.hm/">Historymaker</a> in Chilliwack, BC was excellent.<br /><br />Great moments:<br /><br />* Searching for miles for a Dairy Queen with Erin, and Dan giving us internet directions from Ontario - and then waking up in the morning to realize that there was a huge DQ right outside our hotel all along.<br /><br />* eating White Spot burgers at a Triple O's in a gas station with <a href="http://www.swingsetchampion.com/">Heather & Paul</a>, Dan, George and <a href="http://www.campusfire.com/">Darian</a>. Excellent. Darian thought it was romantic.<br /><br />* Darcy wanting a fog / lights show like <a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=Md8Cu7wBVfk">this</a>.<br /><br />* Dan finding a kid in the bathroom with <a href="http://www.navpress.com/ThinkBooks/">TH1NK </a>tattoos all over his abdomen. </div><br /><div>* Seeing kids challenged to be Scripturally literate. </div><br /><div>* Sharing time with kids who want to live for Christ, and want to find out how. </div><br /><div>* Sitting in the rain and chatting with a young lady searching for God. </div><br />* Driving a brand new Ford Mustang... over a curb.Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12957911126061212058noreply@blogger.com0