tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58612745702873153362024-03-05T02:14:50.914-06:00Here by the WaterTheresa Popowichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01297027056528157850noreply@blogger.comBlogger45125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861274570287315336.post-1389805670680329932012-08-20T15:37:00.000-05:002012-08-20T15:37:15.776-05:00A lot can happen in one year...I decided I should take a look at my blog and see where I had last left off. I didn't realize I had not written in over a year. And wow, so much has happened. Besides the turbulent relationship I had with Manuel that officially ended in February of this year, I started school again (for a semester). Along with all the work that goes with Masters level education and my then "can't let you go" on-again-off-again boyfriend I was headed for a major meltdown. So I ended up taking the next semester of school off, to recuperate. <div>
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Manuel had trouble letting me go, I did too, but even when I would finally say no more, he would pop back into my life with an email or something. I tried blocking him, I tried everything but somehow we always stayed in contact. Talk about desperate (on my part). Needless to say, in the beginning of March 2012, I decided I didn't need a man in my life. I was 36, I had lived this long without a significant other, I could continue on in life without one. This time, with God's help, I actually really let go and moved on. Actually happy to be single. It was such a relief. </div>
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Now, you know how when you've had a bad breakup or your single and everyone around you isn't and you're desperate to be like everyone else "HAPPY" (at least in your mind)? And your loved ones tell you that when you stop looking that's when you will find him/her? I have heard that a million times, and I thought everyone was full of it. BUT.....its true. 2 weeks into my newly happy and single life I met Andrew, the son of my mom and step-dad's neighbors. It was the strangest thing too, cause I totally thought Andrew was a dork, but he had other thoughts about me. Because I am nice (haha) I went with him on a walk by the lake, being me, not somebody trying to impress a boy. I told him about my failed relationship, and how I was never getting into another one. I was happy being single and staying that way. He, sorta like me, was also not totally interested in finding another relationship either, just a friend. He had baggage and just wanted to stay single. This is where God's sense of humor came in, because with-in a week of that conversation Andrew and I started dating. Officially on March 25. 4 weeks later Andrew got a job in Steinbach and moved in with me. (Gasp, yes, we lived together.) On May 11 we got engaged, and on August 11 Andrew and I got married. So, in one year I went from a broken engagement to being the wife of my best friend:) God is so amazing. </div>
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With my happiness fully in tact, I hope to get back to doing the things I love. Creating. I want to work on my cake decorating, my crocheting and perhaps a little writing :) I'll keep you updated...</div>
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Theresa Popowichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01297027056528157850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861274570287315336.post-90746718126588668002011-07-25T11:37:00.000-05:002011-07-25T11:37:14.307-05:00Keeping it LocalHey all, here is an article I sent in to our local newspaper and to our Mayor. Though I am a pretty serious social activisit, or so I like to think, I have come across the double edged sword of the need for bigger corporations to come into our city in order to keep our shopping local. Read on and you can see what I mean by that. Your comments are certainly appreciated.<br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">As a member of this beautiful city and as a contributor to the work force in our community I have become deeply concerned at the state of local consumerism. Our city council has urged us to buy local, to support our city and the businesses within it. This is something I would certainly do, and do if I can actually get what I am looking for here in Steinbach. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I work at Reitmans in the Clearspring Mall. Countless times a day we have customers come into the store and ask “do you carry this or that? Do you know where I can get it?” And for many of those questions, we have to sadly say they will need to go to Winnipeg to get what they need. And with that, they often choose to leave behind what they would have purchased in our store and decide to purchase it in one of our bigger, more stocked stores in Winnipeg, since they “have to go there anyway.”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">This brings me to the discussion of Wal-Mart coming to Steinbach. Now, as a person who is socially aware and wants to promote social awareness this thought is certainly a double-edged sword for me. Yes, Wal-Mart has many controversial work ethics surrounding it. Yes, the clothing they supply is likely made in the slave trade. At the same time, it is a corporation like Wal-Mart, if brought into Steinbach that could help make our city thrive. Besides the obvious employment opportunities, a big store like Wal-Mart actually helps with growth in other stores also. For example, the store I work in right now can only offer so much in product because we are a “small store” for our chain. We don’t generate enough in customer walk-ins to carry all the same product the bigger stores within our chain do in Winnipeg. If we get a store like Wal-Mart, we can build a bigger box store near the Wal-Mart because we are then guaranteed the customer base that is generated by those going to Wal-Mart and we can carry more product in our store which stops customers from having to head to Winnipeg. The same could likely be said for Bluenotes, Warehouse One and Mark’s Work Wearhouse. It also generates the possibility of more stores moving in because of the bigger customer base generated and not just clothing stores. This is a possibility for all stores. Steinbach’s existing stores should not feel threatened by a big store like Wal-Mart moving in, but rather see it as a way of “keeping it local”. Even for those who refuse to shop at Wal-Mart, they still don’t have to shop there, but they will notice growth in the stores they like to shop at because of it. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">We now have the problem of people buying in Winnipeg because it is there they can get everything they need. We are in a time of “save money, fewer stops, less store to store shopping” and that sends Steinbachers to Winnipeg to get all they need, rather than buying what they can get here in the city and getting the rest in Winnipeg. Don’t we rather want to keep it all in Steinbach? Don’t we rather want to generate more employment opportunities for our growing population? We need to find a way to cater to ALL people who live in our community. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The same idea goes with bringing in the Boston Pizza or a hotel/convention center. Yes, our city is holding a referendum in October to allow for alcohol to be served in lounge settings which could then decide whether these businesses can move into Steinbach or not. Saying no to this will harm us employment wise, it will harm us growth wise also. Saying yes will not bring out all the alcoholics of the world. It will not promote drinking in excess. That stuff happens regardless of the outcome of the referendum. Saying yes can only benefit our city. We are keeping it local; we are bringing in more business, creating more jobs and adding potential for much more growth. Don’t we want that for our city? Don’t we want that for ourselves? This is a city that was built on faith values. Opening doors for growth brings in more people, more people to see our faith in action, to see the message presented. Allowing for alcohol to be served in sports lounges or at a hotel does not go against those faith values. There are rules and regulations that are set in place to control consumption in venues such as that. Like I said earlier, the bad apples will still show up in the basket, regardless of how careful we are. Our city had no problem having beer gardens throughout the weekend festivities of Summer in the City. And no referendum was needed for that. So let’s look at the big picture, what can we do to grow our city? What can we do to promote employment? What can we do to keep it local? Just some food for thought.</div>Theresa Popowichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01297027056528157850noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861274570287315336.post-78905280618101601022011-07-20T12:58:00.000-05:002011-07-20T12:58:37.435-05:00Purpose...Purpose is what gets us up in the morning. Purpose is what takes us through the day. Purpose is what has us drop wearily into bed at night to rejuvinate for another day filled with purpose. <br />
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Or at the very least I lack the understanding of what my purpose is right in this moment. For the past several months I had purpose, or so I thought. With that taken away now I am lost, no map, no knowledge of where I am and where I should be heading. Without God carrying me right now, I would be a mess. I have so many possibilities in the works, but no answers. As my friend Jordan and I were discussing the other day "being in limbo sucks."<br />
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In the past several weeks I have had my moments. Moments of pure bliss, happy to know that God is carrying me through and walking me away from what would have been a miserable life. I've had moments of complete and utter sadness. Sad because I just want it to be my turn. Sad because of my lack of purpose. Sad because I see things I would like that seem to be far from reach. Then there are moments of anger. Angry at being played for a fool. Angry at myself for letting my guard down and allowing it to happen, allowing myself to be vulnerable. Angry that I get sad. Is this normal?? I know that when tragic events happen people go through stages of healing. I'm not sure my situation is 'tragic', but is this healing?<br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEhbaFNQWrR8COp1sjkNClyCnO20txNkvueQTDAtAy02wclUUzqQGzVZxLkbU6gs0TOH2fHLWWmRtW0OCApxkpymSAsV4KpQgX9mNsEmTZax8WtzZNjDb7Bn8IOXBfZxhfj91o88kaQQ4/s1600/footprints.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEhbaFNQWrR8COp1sjkNClyCnO20txNkvueQTDAtAy02wclUUzqQGzVZxLkbU6gs0TOH2fHLWWmRtW0OCApxkpymSAsV4KpQgX9mNsEmTZax8WtzZNjDb7Bn8IOXBfZxhfj91o88kaQQ4/s1600/footprints.bmp" t$="true" /></a>So, though my frustration levels grow and wane through these weeks. Though my purpose seems lost at the moment I am holding tight to the only 'perfect man' there will ever be. Allowing Him to carry me over the threshold of love. Being the bride of Christ is the only bride I need to be. Living and giving my all for God is the only purpose I need. My friends are the angels along this path of unsureness who hold me up and clap and cheer while I run this track I am on right now. My purpose right now is one foot in front of the other...</div>Theresa Popowichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01297027056528157850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861274570287315336.post-88151786779741144332011-06-29T10:04:00.000-05:002011-06-29T10:04:33.394-05:00Picking up the Pieces<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjTnKS6AZqY8KGzLAHiMIGqBiClpTERG_eQp_MRSYy1zy4Caw0_nvNwXkNRtmgPNjQITUAZQ8n5jpOkhdbWQ_gQmQ6dxiVvsg8IhDRUGbn3EGRcQ6L26eETc1CpYBDq35SmBcAC_tEkAs/s1600/i-am-worthy-of-gods-love.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjTnKS6AZqY8KGzLAHiMIGqBiClpTERG_eQp_MRSYy1zy4Caw0_nvNwXkNRtmgPNjQITUAZQ8n5jpOkhdbWQ_gQmQ6dxiVvsg8IhDRUGbn3EGRcQ6L26eETc1CpYBDq35SmBcAC_tEkAs/s320/i-am-worthy-of-gods-love.jpg" width="320" /></a>Well, today is day seven. I have made it through a week without too many battle scars. It has been a rough week, and of course not without tears. But I am stronger for it. Stronger in who I am and most importantly stronger in my faith and relationship with God. I could so easily have drifted down the path of severe depression (a place, unfortunately, I know all too well), but rather chose to take the hard road. I fought through it, knowing that with God carrying me I would only get stronger. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I am proud of myself for how I handled things. I was angry at first, but didn't lash out in any horrific way. I wrote an email that appologized for any bad behaviour and said that I was praying for him and wished God's blessing on him. It was not accepted that day, but on Monday night we had a long conversation on MSN (so I could translate everything into Spanish). It started as "Theresa did everything wrong" thing and I was about to sign off when I got an apology. I was shocked. Not that it made me go running back with open arms, because that won't happen, but it made me realize that maybe in time we can at least be friends. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I still have hard times where it seems I can think of nothing else but with God's help I am slowly working on thinking of other things, focusing my attention on more important issues such as finding a job and making money to pay off my schooling. Or perhaps follow my previous dream and continue on into graduate studies. The possibilities are endless. Thanks friends for helping keep my afloat with your prayers and words of encouragement you truly are gifts from God. I love you.</div>Theresa Popowichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01297027056528157850noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861274570287315336.post-53270835803240192632011-06-24T23:36:00.000-05:002011-06-24T23:36:02.165-05:00Sadness and a New BeginningHow fitting that my last post was titled happiness and this post is sadness. For all the happiness I talked about in my last post I have equal amounts of sadness now. The sadness comes as a result of love lost.<br />
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Yesterday was one of the worst days of my life, I ended my engagement and relationship with Manuel. In the past two months he became a very different person then the one I fell in love with. It's like an alter ego took over his body or something. A night and day difference in his personality from when he left here till he got home. I wonder if he flew through the Bermuda Triangle? I cannot even really explain it. The past 2 months should have been an exciting time of wedding planning but rather it was miserable and full of arguments. Now, I expected the arguments to come, no relationship is without a spat here and there, especially in a situation such as mine where we have major cultural differences. For the most part I gave in to a lot changes Manuel wanted me to make in regards to what I always dreamed of for my wedding. It ended up becoming Manuel's wedding and I was just showing up. I never knew there gave such a thing as groomzilla but in this case there does. I also found that slowly he was trying to change me into a complete different person, and I was letting it happen. He didn't like this about me or that about me and I tried my darndest to change everything I could. But slowly I began to realize I was not me anymore, and what Manuel wanted me to be was never going to happen. He wanted me to become completely Latino, forget everything Canadian about me. He lied to me about many things I realized and I just knew that I needed to stop this madness. This bi-polar roller coaster that I was riding on. I never knew anymore what I could say to him that would make him laugh or freak out.<br />
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Now, after taking a day to look back at the past several months I can't believe I was so blinded, that I was such a fool. How did I not see this? I was so in love that I was willing to do anything and this is what happens to me. I started to see things in a different light when a week and a half ago he accused me of not having a relationship with God. He said I didn't know God and that I shouldn't talk about Him because I didn't care anyway. Thats when I started to really realize that I could not be stuck in this relationship. We did patch things up for a week and a bit, but then yesterday it all came to an end. This time it was about money and once again me being at fault for everything. I am willing to take blame when I need to, and I am positive I have not been perfect in this relationship but I do know that someone else needs to take part of that blame and he was not willing to. Everything was my fault. <br />
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Now, I am not writing this to tell the world what a horrible person Manuel is, I am writing this as a sort of therapy as well as a way of telling my side of the story. Like I said, I know I am to blame for a good part of what went wrong in this relationship. Maybe I didn't pray about it enough or I didn't try hard enough or got angry when I misunderstood something. Maybe its the sociologist in me that had me fighting for my rights from day one and didn't like being told what to do by a man. But one thing I know for sure, we could not go on the way we were. <br />
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I have learned that I will never take my single life for granted anymore. I will never look at a couple and wish I was like them. I agree with Paul now, being single is better. You can't get hurt. I have loved and lost. I have been hurt bad, I never want to go through that again. I never want to make myself so vulnerable that I can be hurt like that. I have realized that there is no one out there for me, and I am okay with that. I am the bride of Christ and that is the only bride I need to be.Theresa Popowichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01297027056528157850noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861274570287315336.post-4066844969116734992011-04-27T11:59:00.000-05:002011-04-27T11:59:21.272-05:00Happiness<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rj60_ExKveI/TbhI_p_Xv9I/AAAAAAAAAHo/SreA5LZymhA/s1600/216593_179842678735274_169097463143129_455484_6879975_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" i8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rj60_ExKveI/TbhI_p_Xv9I/AAAAAAAAAHo/SreA5LZymhA/s320/216593_179842678735274_169097463143129_455484_6879975_n.jpg" width="250" /></a></div>Well, I certainly never thought that "Happiness" could ever be the title of a blog post for me. Unless I was using it in a negative term. But I mean it in the true sense of the word. I am happy. I am in love, I am planning a wedding, I love my family, and most of all I love God for carrying me this far. Life is plain good right now. <br />
I appologize for not writing sooner, but I have been busy with Manuel here only for 3 and half weeks. I am already dreading his departure on May 6, its going to be a tough day. I am hoping that my lovely friend <a href="http://feedotbee.blogspot.com/">Felicia's</a> <a href="http://feedotbee.blogspot.com/2011/04/100th-post-guilty-pleasures-giveaway.html">blog giveaway</a> will fall into my hands so I can use that to cheer me up:)<br />
It is so hard to believe that school is done, I feel as busy if not busier then I did when I was in school. Only no deadlines. We have our venue booked, before Manuel leaves we will have the food decided on. We have our invitations done (thank you Staples for invitation kits:) Well, we still need to make invites for our Peruvian family and friends that will likely not come to the wedding. I am thinking I will make those in Spanish, it would be cool to see them in another language. Thats another thing I need to do before October, learn a lot of Spanish, my entire new family only speaks Spanish. It's going to be a blast. Well, I think thats all for now. I will be back, with more to say I am sure. Till next time...Theresa Popowichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01297027056528157850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861274570287315336.post-1764936387681942502011-04-04T08:42:00.000-05:002011-04-04T08:42:44.202-05:00House sitting and homeworkSo, the past week has been very long for me. On the 25th of March my brother, sister-in-law and 2 nieces headed out on a missions trip to Costa Rica for 12 days. I have been house/dog sitting for them during this time and I learned a few things about myself while here. Number One - I am allergic to dog hair. I have been stuffed up and sneezing since day 2 of being here and as soon as I am away from the house for more then a couple of hours it seems to clear up. Number Two - I love my bed. I think most people do, but I think I really LOVE my bed. I can't believe how much I have missed it. I wanted to go home just to lie in my bed for a bit, I think it misses me as much as I miss it. Number Three - I really am a neat freak, or clean freak, or both. I will just leave it at that so as not to insult anyone.<br />
This week will hopefully go faster then the last one. This is the last week of classes, I am pretty pumped about that. I have almost all of my assignements done except for 2 that due for a class at the end of this week. After the week is over I need prepare for only 2 exams, and fairly easy ones at that, but most importantly on the 12th the love of my life will be here. I cannot even try to explain how excited I am about this fact. He is only here for 3 weeks so we will have to make the best of it. And hopefully after those 3 weeks, or during those 3 weeks I will have some very exciting news to share...stay tuned.Theresa Popowichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01297027056528157850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861274570287315336.post-34044729076888922482011-03-16T11:03:00.000-05:002011-03-16T11:03:36.187-05:00FrustrationOk, so I have not posted in awhile, sue me. A lot has been going on and therefore less time for blogging. Guess the first piece of worthy news is that I have a boyfriend. Definately one of the things that keeps me from having the time to blog. Of course, I would never have a boyfriend in the most conventional way, no I have to go for the long distance romance. Thats right, lets make it as hard as possible. So I know some of you may be wondering how I got into this relationship, and I can immediately answer that question rolling around in your head, No, I did not meet him online. Although that seems to be our soul place for dating at this point. I met Manuel through my dear friend Francesca. Francesca is from Peru, Manuel goes to Frankie's church in Peru. When Manuel and his mom Eva came to Canada this past winter for a visit Frankie introduced me to him and it was love at first sight, or something like it. At any rate, there has not been a day that goes by where Manuel and I don't talk. I only met him once in person, unfortunately he was leaving back to Peru only a few days after we met and our schedules just never worked to meet in person again. So thats the long and the short of it. We have probably squeezed 6 months of dating in 2 months through email. We have had all the serious, soul searching heart to hearts that one could possilby imagine, we are just missing the physical connection right now. And I feel that. Not the sex connection, please do not mistake what I am saying for that. But you need to have a physical connection with someone you love, and I feel that missing. I love everything else about Manuel, and know that I want to marry him. I also know that this is part of God's plan for us, but I still need to have that physical connection. Of course, that is coming but not soon enough. Manuel is flying out here on April 12 so he can be here for my grad. I think thats so sweet. And he is staying here for almost a month. I am looking forward to that time. I just wish it was now. Do you know how hard it is to do school work when you just want it to be done already? I don't even care anymore, thats sad. One month left and I have all but given up. Why can't I end this season of my life with a bang? It's frustrating. I want to do good on my last papers, yet have no motivation or care if they get done. How does that work? Anyway, enough ranting from me. I should just be happy for the position I am in, be happy for all the wonderful things God has blessed me with, because many do not get the opportunities that I have recieved. On that note, have a wonderful day everyone.Theresa Popowichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01297027056528157850noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861274570287315336.post-61412587206030941262011-01-07T20:32:00.000-06:002011-01-07T20:32:48.985-06:00Nice to see you againWell it certainly has been a little while since I last met you here. So I thought I should come by and say hi. <br />
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I just finished a one week, intense course at school. What is generally taught in 4 months would taught in 5 days. It was an intro to computers course and I can't imagine taking it over 4 months, it would be soooooo boring. <br />
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Now that I have had time to process all that is going on with my mom, I personally am doing a lot better. Christmas was rough, I faked happy all the way through and made it out alive at the other end. Prayers have been going up on behalf of my family all over and let me tell you we sure feel it. Thanks everyone. <br />
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Besides the crappy news about my moms health over the holidays, I did not get much of a break, as I worked almost full time at one of my jobs and more shifts then usual at my other part time job. So I decided to take this weekend off even though I could have worked all day both saturday and sunday. But I really needed to recoup before starting this next semester. <br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFEIJ2HP9iU/TSfJR6CzJ9I/AAAAAAAAAHM/kIlOhnxns9M/s1600/unplanned.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFEIJ2HP9iU/TSfJR6CzJ9I/AAAAAAAAAHM/kIlOhnxns9M/s320/unplanned.jpg" width="224" /></a>Thought I would point out some things of interest (to me at any rate) that you might wanna check out. My friend Jason has a blog called <a href="http://thesilentsiege.wordpress.com/">Silent Siege</a> and his latest post mentions a book called <a href="http://bound4life.com/blog/2011/01/07/new-book-from-former-planned-parenthood-director-abby-johnson">unPlanned</a>. Written by Abby Johnson who is a former director for Planned Parenthood. She talks about how she went from directing an abortion clinic to working for Prolife. I think this book could be a very interesting read. Thanks Jason for introducing it to me in on your blog. I certainly will be looking for this book to read in the near future. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFEIJ2HP9iU/TSfL6DKgnRI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/KVhqK6v9xfg/s1600/booties.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFEIJ2HP9iU/TSfL6DKgnRI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/KVhqK6v9xfg/s320/booties.jpg" width="320" /></a>If you love to crochet, like me, then I recommend the site <a href="http://www.crochetme.com/">Crochet Me</a>. You can get tons and tons of free crochet patterns and very unique ones at that. Once I find feet small enough to fit these, then I wanna make them, cause they are so darn cute.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Well, I think thats where I will end it today. Hope your holidays were great and that your venture into 2011 was a good one. Hope your year will be spectacular. Talk to ya soon again. Much love and prayers...</div>Theresa Popowichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01297027056528157850noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861274570287315336.post-65531695491031807042010-12-26T00:30:00.000-06:002010-12-26T00:30:14.047-06:00Not so sure about "Happy Holidays"This year I am definately a Scrooge. Minus the money of course. I used to love Christmas. All the lights, getting together with family, giving presents...This year, not so much. I bought my ticket present for my niece and I bought my mom a present because I would feel horrible if this was her last Christmas with us and I didn't get her anything. <br />
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I used to be an optimist, and have become a pessimist. 2011 is supposed to be an exciting year, I graduate from college and quite possible will go on to get my masters. All I see in the future is pain and heartache. I am completely miserable. <br />
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I am happy the holidays are over, all the obligatory "partying" is done for another year. New Years is nothing here at home. My mom and I usually go to bed early since everyone else has plans. Its just another normal night here. I actually work the entire day, from about 8:30 in the morning till about 9:30 or 10 at night anyway, so going to bed early will be nice. Then its the weekend where I will pack to head back to my apartment on sunday, and school starts again on the 3rd. <br />
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I am angry, sad, disapointed and anything else that falls into that category. Everything but happy. I try to fake it for moms sake, but I think she's catching on already. Yesturday on our way to my brothers she told me I should have a good time, not think of anything else, and today on our way to my aunt and uncles she asked me if I was happy. Of course I told her I was, but I lied. How can I be happy when this could very easily be the last Christmas with her? How can I be happy when I know she has cancer in her body she will never get rid of? How can I be happy when all this news comes to us on the eve of the anniversary of my fathers death? How can I be happy when I am the only one this even remotely bothers? My brothers act as though nothing is wrong, as does my mom. Maybe I am just being paranoid, I don't know. But I like to be real too. I can't pretend mom isn't sick like everyone else does. I just can't.<br />
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Sorry to anyone who reads this, but at least you know now that if I am not my normal chatty, friendly, happy self when you see me, this is why.<br />
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All I have to say about this Christmas season is Bah Humbug!!Theresa Popowichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01297027056528157850noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861274570287315336.post-39885663494112577192010-12-20T01:32:00.000-06:002010-12-20T01:32:21.658-06:00The end of the 30 day challengeLast week was exams, therefore I did not end up blogging my 30 day challenge for the past 4 days. And since it's 1 am, technically it is already the 5th day which would bring me to the end of the challenge. So I am just going to do all five posts right now.<br />
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<strong>Day 26: A picture of something that means a lot to you</strong><br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizFjUDOwT2kQdXjwV5tx1PUs3gjmtYySr3lqdSjwnUo89cyrW_OBN5fgp76U2ucLP-xoT00dhUCA9FX3fdn5WhFU_F9vAQu_bz1G8BmmEEx1zLtjdXKnv-k85SNZ7cXlg8Rxo9w6Hhqjk/s1600/DSC02282.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizFjUDOwT2kQdXjwV5tx1PUs3gjmtYySr3lqdSjwnUo89cyrW_OBN5fgp76U2ucLP-xoT00dhUCA9FX3fdn5WhFU_F9vAQu_bz1G8BmmEEx1zLtjdXKnv-k85SNZ7cXlg8Rxo9w6Hhqjk/s320/DSC02282.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">commuter family</td></tr>
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<strong>Day 27: A Picture of yourself and a family member</strong><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me and my oldest brother Sheldon on our family hayride at Thanksgiving.<br />
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I don't have a picture for this one, as I don't want one really. But right now the thing I am most afraid of is losing my mom to cancer. The wound is still far to fresh with my dad, and I don't think I could handle losing her too. So keep praying the cancer will leave her body.<br />
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<strong>Day 29: A picture that can always make you smile</strong><br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6_sUpK1PPfJXkBRMe1NPmI58m3e1G91k34HaX2O0FFTe1ENK3cBxmyMesQDJGHoRCw_lM-rg9eRwRh45POTYIFq50ezXGzR6q5mIg0oCwYyUcwA7GgDoH9rI4E0g45EZr3r_vYfsxjcA/s1600/me+and+alex.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="237" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6_sUpK1PPfJXkBRMe1NPmI58m3e1G91k34HaX2O0FFTe1ENK3cBxmyMesQDJGHoRCw_lM-rg9eRwRh45POTYIFq50ezXGzR6q5mIg0oCwYyUcwA7GgDoH9rI4E0g45EZr3r_vYfsxjcA/s320/me+and+alex.bmp" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">the best friend I ever had, my sweet Alex. I miss him:-(</td></tr>
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<strong>Day 30: A Picture of someone you miss</strong><br />
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Well, sadly I thought I had a picture for this, but apparantly I don't know where it scanned to on my computer. But at any rate, this was a no brainer to me, I miss my Dad. ALOT!!! Especially at this time of year. Today (technically yesturday, the 19th) it was 7 years ago that we saw the first real sign things were going bad and fast for my dad, 5 days later he passed away...enough said for now, as I have a hard time talking about it right now, even on the computer and frankly I don't want to cry myself to sleep tonight. <br />
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Well, that was an interesting 30 days. I didn't think I would actually make it. I may have had to bunch some posts together, but needless to say I got it done. I actually learned some things about myself through this, namely I don't have near enough pictures to describe my life through a blog post :-P. At any rate, I hope you enjoyed reading it. See ya soon.Theresa Popowichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01297027056528157850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861274570287315336.post-75869286966079346492010-12-15T23:48:00.000-06:002010-12-15T23:48:15.078-06:00Really? I mean, Seriously?Can I say I am just a bit excited that this long and arduous semester has almost come to an end? I thought this time would never come. It's been tough, but I am officially (almost) done my last 'first semester' of college. It sure does not feel like 2 and a half years have passed. 4 years ago, if someone would have told me that I would be graduating from college in 2011 I would have laughed in their face. I probably would have even peed my pants laughing, thats how much I would not have believed it. But in fact, here I am only 4 months away from a Bachelors Degree in Social Science. And with a periodic job search to see whats out there, I may not even go on to get my Masters just yet as there are jobs in Social Work that are in the area I want, and better yet, I don't need to have a BSW. Soooo, decision time is here. I will still apply to Seminary, but I will be looking for a real job too. Here's hoping I can find a job I want and just start making some money. Well, gotta go study for my last 2 exams. Wish me luck:-)Theresa Popowichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01297027056528157850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861274570287315336.post-480177906950537142010-12-15T09:28:00.000-06:002010-12-15T09:28:54.221-06:00Day 25: A picture of your day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFEIJ2HP9iU/TQjeEIKlrzI/AAAAAAAAAGs/_17bSx7VQPw/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFEIJ2HP9iU/TQjeEIKlrzI/AAAAAAAAAGs/_17bSx7VQPw/s320/images.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Thats right, exams today, and this is how I feel about it. One exam today, one tomorrow, and one on friday. Then I am officially done my last first semester of college. 4 more months and I graduate.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFEIJ2HP9iU/TQjeGu0CI_I/AAAAAAAAAGw/tbirT9kZljk/s1600/imagesCABIS1BG.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFEIJ2HP9iU/TQjeGu0CI_I/AAAAAAAAAGw/tbirT9kZljk/s1600/imagesCABIS1BG.jpg" /></a></div>I had to add this picture in as well, cause this is totally me when I write exams...:-)Theresa Popowichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01297027056528157850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861274570287315336.post-24714018607113099162010-12-15T09:25:00.000-06:002010-12-15T09:25:07.520-06:00Day 24: A picture of something you wish you could change<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFEIJ2HP9iU/TQjdPR74CNI/AAAAAAAAAGo/jA_lqG2WnUo/s1600/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFEIJ2HP9iU/TQjdPR74CNI/AAAAAAAAAGo/jA_lqG2WnUo/s1600/untitled.bmp" /></a></div>Besides some of the obvious issues, like my appearance, the biggest thing I would like to change is the amount of student debt/all other debt I have. And mostly just the amount of money going into my account so that debt can disppear. But that picture about sums up how I feel about the money I owe the government for helping me go to school. Although I have to admit they have been pretty nice and have given my close to $10,000 in burseries towards my student loans, so I guess I can't complain too much.Theresa Popowichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01297027056528157850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861274570287315336.post-9403922841937314882010-12-13T00:54:00.000-06:002010-12-13T00:54:28.672-06:00Catch up time again...Days 19 - 23Okay, so technically I am already 5 days behind on my 30 day challenge. It's been a pretty hectic couple of days I guess. Without facebook, I forget to go online sometimes. I love it. Also pretty happy that this is only a 30 day challenge and not a 365 day challenge, because we can see already I would not do good at that. So here are the last 5 days, starting with...<br />
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<strong> Day 19: A picture and a letter</strong><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Dear friends, </em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>I want to thank you all for being such an important part of my life. Each one of you will never know how much of an impact you have made on my life. Some of you may not even really know how much I look forward to seeing you and talking with you, and how that brightens my day when it happens. Please know that I pray for you and thank God for each one of you on a regular basis. I love you all.</em></span><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Love always, Momma T</span></em><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>Day 20: A picture of somewhere you would love to travel</strong></span><br />
Well I sort of think I did this one earlier, perhaps on <a href="http://walkandnotgrowfaint.blogspot.com/2010/12/oops-falling-behind-again-heres-two-for.html">Day 15</a>, but I will add another to the list. The others were more like vacay places, this is a place I would like to go maybe on a missions trip one day, that is Tanzania...<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFEIJ2HP9iU/TQW-yH6T4BI/AAAAAAAAAGY/EF_k5Grcr6c/s1600/tanzania.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="209" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFEIJ2HP9iU/TQW-yH6T4BI/AAAAAAAAAGY/EF_k5Grcr6c/s320/tanzania.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I would like to work in a mission orphanage here, of course I found a beautiful picture to post, but alot of the country is not like this and is very poor.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong>Day 21: A picture of something you wish you could forget</strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFEIJ2HP9iU/TQXCPGehEoI/AAAAAAAAAGk/jPSLtGnztIo/s1600/issues-counseling-psychology-200X200.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GFEIJ2HP9iU/TQXCPGehEoI/AAAAAAAAAGk/jPSLtGnztIo/s1600/issues-counseling-psychology-200X200.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Wow, this is a tough one. I don't know what I wish I could forget. Or at least the things I wish I could forget I don't have nor want to have pictures of. Why would I have pictures of something I want to forget? The thing that comes to mind of something I want to forget is a blind date I went on. Lets just say that maybe when I have my counselling psych degree I might be able to help him... the only time he talked to me was in the 5 minute car ride he gave me home, and I heard all about his depression issues and other such problems in his life. Something I don't want to remember...</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div>Theresa Popowichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01297027056528157850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861274570287315336.post-83098934622043889952010-12-08T22:26:00.000-06:002010-12-08T22:26:55.434-06:00Day 18: A picture of your biggest insecurity<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg00rxXX6OQzUh_zPcdd5xBahndf7Wc6tP7XdsL22WS-uIQObjrJPGDJ75LbEyv0e0uS-Li8W2jTdvdqpv37FnWdrX98M_c5WTo46EPDPU6BMl_MJd_9yRicpATzlm9Euso082zYdUBEek/s1600/DSC01705.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg00rxXX6OQzUh_zPcdd5xBahndf7Wc6tP7XdsL22WS-uIQObjrJPGDJ75LbEyv0e0uS-Li8W2jTdvdqpv37FnWdrX98M_c5WTo46EPDPU6BMl_MJd_9yRicpATzlm9Euso082zYdUBEek/s320/DSC01705.JPG" width="213" /></a></div>I hate this picture because it's not a very "flattering" pose. And there, my friends, is my biggest insecurity. My body. I hate how I look, my weight, everything.Theresa Popowichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01297027056528157850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861274570287315336.post-66576560580583974742010-12-07T11:53:00.000-06:002010-12-07T11:53:08.865-06:00Day 17: A picture of something that has made a huge impact on your life recently<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFEIJ2HP9iU/TP50GP3VouI/AAAAAAAAAGM/AlUQJYw8icQ/s1600/imagesCAFR3FOA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFEIJ2HP9iU/TP50GP3VouI/AAAAAAAAAGM/AlUQJYw8icQ/s1600/imagesCAFR3FOA.jpg" /></a></div>Well, as most of you know, in the past few months my mom was diagnosed with breast cancer and we have gone on a crazy ride since. Everything I had planned for these past few months has changed completely because of this. So that has had the biggest impact lately, not a good impact neccessarily, but an impact none the less. Not to mention that we are slowly heading closer to the 7th anniversary of my fathers death. That making it even bumpier a ride right now.Theresa Popowichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01297027056528157850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861274570287315336.post-74875948566994006602010-12-07T00:16:00.000-06:002010-12-07T00:16:34.906-06:00PDALately I have seriously been bothered by the amount of PDA (public displays of affection for those who don't know) going on everywhere. I work at the mall, and you would be surprised to see how many people (in Steinbach) stroll through the mall, stopping every 10 feet to kiss. Seriously, you are shopping, if you can not stay off each other for that long GO HOME!! I also feel this way about people who can't stop touching each other. Like they have to stay connected the entire time they are in each others presence or else one of them may disappear. They are ALWAYS holding hands, almost sitting on each other (or sitting on each other) hanging off each other. If you truly like/love each other, one or the other won't run away. <br />
Another pet peeve of mine is when groups of friends hang out and one couple will constantly be kissing, giggling and whispering like they're in their own world. Well they are, but unfortunately their friends can see them and have to put up with the awkwardness. My answer to this is, GET A HOTEL ROOM. Your friends don't want to see this, and if you still want to hang out with your friends you need to consider their feelings too. <br />
I may be an old single lady who has dreamt of her dream man often. But I can say that if the only way I can have that man in my life is through extreme PDA, forget it, not happening. I think its totally fine if one of the pair is leaving and wants to give the other a peck on the lips goodnight, but leave it at that. And if its entirely necessary to do more then that, leave the room so not everyone has to witness. <br />
One more pet peeve to leave here tonight and that is the constant referencing of "the boyfriend/girlfriend". You know what I mean, the emphasis on "my <strong>boyfriend</strong> says this" and "my <strong>girlfriend </strong>says that". Like I get it, you're in a relationship, now let it go. Also when everything that comes out of your mouth has to be about the person your dating in some way shape or form it tells me you are not seeing enough of the world. Just to add the single reference in here, think of your single friends who you constantly exclude, make feel bad or even sometimes a little envious when you constantly reference everything in life to your significant other. They get it, your dating someone, you like them, but do they have to constantly hear about it? <br />
I have friends who fall into the PDA/pet peeve category and I have friends who are dating but you would barely know it. And to them I say, "good on ya, way to keep the intimate parts of your relationship to yourselves."<br />
Thats my rant, sorry you had to hear it, but I needed to leave it somewhere.<br />
My name is Theresa Reimer, and I approve this message.Theresa Popowichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01297027056528157850noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861274570287315336.post-69029287359407349332010-12-06T21:27:00.000-06:002010-12-06T21:27:13.998-06:00Day 16: A Picture of someone who inspires meProbably one of the people that has inspired me the most lately is someone I did a presentation on in my Social Problems and Change class, Craig Kielburger.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFEIJ2HP9iU/TP2obKCmF_I/AAAAAAAAAGI/LEHk9gsk8xA/s1600/Craig_Keilburger.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFEIJ2HP9iU/TP2obKCmF_I/AAAAAAAAAGI/LEHk9gsk8xA/s1600/Craig_Keilburger.jpg" /></a></div>He is now 27, but at 12 years old he created the organization <a href="http://www.freethechildren.com/">Free the Children</a> because of an article he read in the newspaper about a 12 year old child murdered for his social activism towards bonded child labor. It's a super interesting story and very inspiring. Check out the link above and read all about it. You might be inspired too:-)Theresa Popowichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01297027056528157850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861274570287315336.post-11197034546622567412010-12-05T16:36:00.001-06:002010-12-05T16:36:39.795-06:00A few of my projects in the last couple weeks...So I've been slowing down in homework, and speeding up in crocheting. I love to create things, so here are the projects I worked on in the past couple weeks.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIciDfEsbSumSlKOOMn1-cn1gE3638sk87vNO257p_7rsqlt9odCT_wUapXDfnYpi60r7tSL6ENKmsBYbtivYQaT0Jm7L0W0C0z7vTdvfpNWjhYrg7cTS66hiOfOch6hPu6xKYD5-qms4/s1600/DSC02239.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIciDfEsbSumSlKOOMn1-cn1gE3638sk87vNO257p_7rsqlt9odCT_wUapXDfnYpi60r7tSL6ENKmsBYbtivYQaT0Jm7L0W0C0z7vTdvfpNWjhYrg7cTS66hiOfOch6hPu6xKYD5-qms4/s320/DSC02239.JPG" width="320" /></a></div> Here is everything together... touque and scarf set x 2 and a cup cozy...<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgomkJGbz06p_iQlHK4J8xIG4t7IJd0N8ZZplVp2_2cYlY_M4JTYCRUbFgNr7w5G7dC7-WjBSEf5ItWab4bxqJJHZqO5Cpu0hGv7EOJXOtttxRRuPGuytawKBIKfzJklE7fJnu1QJ4Uyxo/s1600/DSC02235.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgomkJGbz06p_iQlHK4J8xIG4t7IJd0N8ZZplVp2_2cYlY_M4JTYCRUbFgNr7w5G7dC7-WjBSEf5ItWab4bxqJJHZqO5Cpu0hGv7EOJXOtttxRRuPGuytawKBIKfzJklE7fJnu1QJ4Uyxo/s320/DSC02235.JPG" width="320" /></a></div> My favorite winter project, argyle toque and scarf set. The one's I've done in the past are very girly looking so this year I thought I would make boyish ones...so here is the dark green one with the tassel on top...<br />
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So if you want one, let me know, I love having projects to do...Theresa Popowichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01297027056528157850noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861274570287315336.post-22744274079278138602010-12-05T12:39:00.001-06:002010-12-05T12:40:02.243-06:00Oops, falling behind again. Here's a two for one...Day 14: A picture of someone you could never imagine your life without - <br />
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My Mom<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Even after her mastectomy she still has her crazy sense of humour. Here she is trying to make her shirt "look" like she is well endowed and "perky" just a week after her surgery</td></tr>
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Travel to...<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Spain, and see the Spanish Steps along with all the other wonderful views</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Italy and ride a gondola through Venice</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">see the absolute beauty of Greece.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Theresa Popowichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01297027056528157850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861274570287315336.post-4068922433836893262010-12-04T00:29:00.000-06:002010-12-04T00:29:02.575-06:00Day 13: A picture of your favorite band or artistWow, there was a time when this would have been easy to answer for me, but now, not so much. I don't really have a favorite band. So, I thought I would entertain you with pics of my obsessions through my years of growing up.<br />
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First there was the Hard Rock obsession in my Jr. High years...<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I thought I was gonna marry Joe Elliott one day (the tall one in the middle)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And of course the awesome hair band, Poison. Aren't they hot in all their bleach blondness??</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Then somehow I moved from Rock bands to Boy bands...<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Good ole' New Kids on the Block</td></tr>
</tbody></table>A memory I am sure my family would like to forget. After the boy band faze I moved onto country music, and got to meet this fellow a couple of times...<br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFEIJ2HP9iU/TPncq3pn3tI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Q8Mm0riM0mw/s1600/paul+brandt.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GFEIJ2HP9iU/TPncq3pn3tI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Q8Mm0riM0mw/s1600/paul+brandt.gif" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Paul Brandt</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Though I stayed in the country faze after that I also moved on to a new Boy band love...<br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFEIJ2HP9iU/TPnckUtnN9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/GCZ2b66UGwI/s1600/bsb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GFEIJ2HP9iU/TPnckUtnN9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/GCZ2b66UGwI/s320/bsb.jpg" width="288" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Backstreet Boys</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Thats right, I was, and still am somewhat, a BSB fanatic, thought Nick Carter was hot, even though he was like 5 years younger then me.<br />
Now I have to say my current favorite would probably have to be the hottest Aussie in the world, right up there with Hugh Jackman...<br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFEIJ2HP9iU/TPncnKXESFI/AAAAAAAAAFg/JBOoBZ7Y3wk/s1600/KeithUrban.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFEIJ2HP9iU/TPncnKXESFI/AAAAAAAAAFg/JBOoBZ7Y3wk/s320/KeithUrban.jpg" width="290" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Keith Urban</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Yuuuuuummmmmmmm, and he is a dang good musician too. But it doesn't hurt that he is super easy on the eyes.<br />
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There you have it boys and girls, well probably just girls but whateves, I have aired my dirtly laundry on my past and present musical obesessions. You can laugh now...Theresa Popowichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01297027056528157850noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861274570287315336.post-76923744806032565482010-12-02T22:03:00.000-06:002010-12-02T22:03:01.545-06:00Day 12: A picture of something you loveSo apparantly this one has a unanimous vote from everyone that knows me...can you guess what it is?<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5RbIG9KYSZQDgmbXJbMtZlWhwH1mXvkqL59bC9F13siwdiROvySuWOY_VUXBPbbRdsjm43M5HEe-RRO4jJ2jB4u5tgNF5Ix7-_igLDk7J62MqDGuLvVWKwPAeCnO1D6qYqx7J7usSD-s/s1600/the_coda_wars___pepsi_by_caycowa.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="241" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5RbIG9KYSZQDgmbXJbMtZlWhwH1mXvkqL59bC9F13siwdiROvySuWOY_VUXBPbbRdsjm43M5HEe-RRO4jJ2jB4u5tgNF5Ix7-_igLDk7J62MqDGuLvVWKwPAeCnO1D6qYqx7J7usSD-s/s320/the_coda_wars___pepsi_by_caycowa.png" width="320" /></a></div>Thats right, I am a Pepsi-a-holic. And recently I found out Coke is a supporter of sweatshops, so I thought this picture was quite fitting.Theresa Popowichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01297027056528157850noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861274570287315336.post-62947598581768729922010-12-01T22:14:00.002-06:002010-12-01T22:14:27.095-06:00Day 11: Picture of something you hate<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFEIJ2HP9iU/TPcdGumtGUI/AAAAAAAAAFI/pYNtauxOKnY/s1600/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GFEIJ2HP9iU/TPcdGumtGUI/AAAAAAAAAFI/pYNtauxOKnY/s1600/untitled.bmp" /></a></div>nuf saidTheresa Popowichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01297027056528157850noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861274570287315336.post-31302168333128133962010-11-30T21:17:00.000-06:002010-11-30T21:17:25.366-06:00Day 10: A picture of the person you do the most messed up things withWell, unfortunately (or perhaps moreso fortunately) I can not choose just one person I do messed up things with. So here are the top 3...<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqfKruQD84Co99myUXe2uHUPgtlJJyzIMJPg6wCHMiN7HbDfu6oCjYpwlmrjYnpJcZaLuDcfKOFZ33e9MsytinZuiWu1mx9Epivbl1ACZJIDuihcR5lpQ0xc320vhV0F5fFSFKwsrUOPs/s1600/59030_463697472222_586132222_6421528_3175275_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqfKruQD84Co99myUXe2uHUPgtlJJyzIMJPg6wCHMiN7HbDfu6oCjYpwlmrjYnpJcZaLuDcfKOFZ33e9MsytinZuiWu1mx9Epivbl1ACZJIDuihcR5lpQ0xc320vhV0F5fFSFKwsrUOPs/s320/59030_463697472222_586132222_6421528_3175275_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>This is my pal Shauna, as you can tell we are altogether too messed up. Here we are shopping in the States. Messed up things on our list of things done include skydiving (twice) crazy weekends shopping in the States and many more randomly weird things. <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGLE-irjzJoHazhbg4ELjTUL0h62GvyMBkqe2gHTFnJRSN3ylE7O9voABSrAmQ5QRc9-tL2UYnjfLSCqp34-omCM7pGy0WAZTzvCBZlJ7l5tXvOu0-XZsF0rFHNctcX6z0Sd2KVPlkkPM/s1600/us+girls.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGLE-irjzJoHazhbg4ELjTUL0h62GvyMBkqe2gHTFnJRSN3ylE7O9voABSrAmQ5QRc9-tL2UYnjfLSCqp34-omCM7pGy0WAZTzvCBZlJ7l5tXvOu0-XZsF0rFHNctcX6z0Sd2KVPlkkPM/s320/us+girls.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>And of course, Tiff and Fe. Just the fact that they are my closest friends should say something:-) We are never normal when we are together, and usually always almost pee our pants out of laughter. Life would be soooooooooo dull without these two in my life. Thank You Jesus for these girls!!!!!!!!Theresa Popowichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01297027056528157850noreply@blogger.com1