tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72768727923151199092009-02-20T22:11:48.626-08:00"In remberance of my late Grandma"September 4, 1931 ~ July 5, 2007Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276872792315119909.post-31561964634762474382008-09-11T05:07:00.001-07:002008-09-11T05:07:56.442-07:00My lil' family<div style="width:360px; text-align: center;"><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w220.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w220.photobucket.com/albums/dd65/wiingalucy2/ee361676.pbw" height="360" width="360"><a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"><img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" ></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276872792315119909-3156196463476247438?l=akalucy.blogspot.com'/></div>Life in YK Deltahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14499737834368474981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276872792315119909.post-4351477643631834722008-08-20T17:36:00.000-07:002008-08-30T22:00:15.730-07:00My Mommy<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnlOMXcIAxE/SLokyy_gPUI/AAAAAAAADN0/pfkDouZULYs/s1600-h/mom+and+dad.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnlOMXcIAxE/SLokyy_gPUI/AAAAAAAADN0/pfkDouZULYs/s200/mom+and+dad.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240541571499179330" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">My Mommy; Oh How I Love Her Dearly; If It Wasn't For Her, I Wouldn't Be Existing. She Is The One Who Brought Me To This World.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;">My Mommy Dearest; Oh How I Miss Her Dearly. Daily I Think Of Her. I Love You. My Mommy, My Only Mommy, I Only Wish You Would Comfort Me, Hold Me, And Be With Me. I Love You Always, No Matter How You Are.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnlOMXcIAxE/SKy58le2ISI/AAAAAAAADNU/oXrZgheUL-0/s1600-h/mom+and+me.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 94px; height: 71px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnlOMXcIAxE/SKy58le2ISI/AAAAAAAADNU/oXrZgheUL-0/s200/mom+and+me.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236764917229822242" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">for my mommy, Carrie Lewis...</span><br /></div><br /><br /></div><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276872792315119909-435147764363183472?l=akalucy.blogspot.com'/></div>Life in YK Deltahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14499737834368474981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276872792315119909.post-7512591391384701102008-03-21T17:53:00.000-07:002008-12-11T23:25:00.913-08:00Back Again!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnlOMXcIAxE/R-Retc6Ig_I/AAAAAAAADGM/6mNGqxvuSQM/s1600-h/anchorage+trip+3-2008108.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 108px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnlOMXcIAxE/R-Retc6Ig_I/AAAAAAAADGM/6mNGqxvuSQM/s200/anchorage+trip+3-2008108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180369606330057714" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnlOMXcIAxE/R-Rdls6Ig-I/AAAAAAAADGE/eFXadn2wf-w/s1600-h/anchorage+trip+3-2008017.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 147px; height: 109px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnlOMXcIAxE/R-Rdls6Ig-I/AAAAAAAADGE/eFXadn2wf-w/s200/anchorage+trip+3-2008017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180368373674443746" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />right- Kaytlynne<br />middle- Patrick and Kaytlynne<br />left- Patrick and me<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnlOMXcIAxE/R-Rcf86Ig9I/AAAAAAAADF8/itiSTUrZ2Ys/s1600-h/anchorage+trip+3-2008062.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 147px; height: 110px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnlOMXcIAxE/R-Rcf86Ig9I/AAAAAAAADF8/itiSTUrZ2Ys/s200/anchorage+trip+3-2008062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180367175378568146" border="0" /></a><br />Good Golly Miss Molly! I sure have been neglecting my blog site for half a year! I have been a busy as a bee. I still am.. Life sometimes can be a as cruel as you strive to go on. Its a learning experience and we can pass it down to our younger generation. Maybe in their life, they too will experience the life of cruelity and say, this what it feels like growning up. But they can make a different choice and chance to make a different approach to life.<br /><br />Anywho, I have been busy, busy, busy...I have been trying to catch up on doing stuff I normally do, but seem like things pop up like surprise present from hell; and I will have to deal with it.<br /><br />My lil' pride and joy, Patrick just turned 3 years old on St. Patty's day.. All my kids are the only reason, I am standing on my two feet and breathing. Precious kids..Who would ever not live for their kids. I want to see my grandkids and my life will be complete and done.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276872792315119909-751259139138470110?l=akalucy.blogspot.com'/></div>Life in YK Deltahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14499737834368474981noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276872792315119909.post-64520721155970519242007-09-04T09:53:00.000-07:002008-12-11T23:25:01.029-08:00<span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"><span style="font-size:100%;">My Late Grandma Martha Pavil<br />Born September 4, 1931~ July 5, 2007<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnlOMXcIAxE/Rt2NxgzvmwI/AAAAAAAABQY/p8KFc290f7c/s1600-h/Late+Martha+Pavil.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnlOMXcIAxE/Rt2NxgzvmwI/AAAAAAAABQY/p8KFc290f7c/s200/Late+Martha+Pavil.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106393434268080898" border="0" /></a><br />As I was growing up, my grandma Martha was very supportive, very couragous, smart person, taught us from right and wrong. She a strong lady, who took care of my grandfather till he passed on. My grandfather who was diagnosed with parkinson's disease in early 80's and passed away in late 90's. I admired her strength and caring lifestyle. Grandma Martha, she was the one of first health aides that I.H.S started in late 60's. She was respected from family, friends and people all over. She was very honored to be a health aide and devoted her time as an health aide, till my grandfather needed her attention. She retired from Health aide in late 80's. She had many, many friends. I miss her very much..Today she would have been 76 years young.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276872792315119909-6452072115597051924?l=akalucy.blogspot.com'/></div>Life in YK Deltahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14499737834368474981noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276872792315119909.post-17111685062576058252007-08-30T12:56:00.000-07:002008-12-11T23:25:01.263-08:00diaper fume "eeyuu!"<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnlOMXcIAxE/RtcmWAzvmvI/AAAAAAAABPg/nq_iT1gmV3Q/s1600-h/Picture+039.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnlOMXcIAxE/RtcmWAzvmvI/AAAAAAAABPg/nq_iT1gmV3Q/s200/Picture+039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104590862263753458" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" ><br />"Here is Patrick making a mess"</span><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Last night, we put the kids to bed and after few hours; me and Paul went to bed. While we were laying, we were smelling something like electrical or hair burn. We wondered what the smell was and where its coming from. Then Paul started saying, "smell like demon been here". I am a believer, so I prayed and got crosses out, hoping the smell or evil spirit would go away. It never did, time was getting late and today was my Monday for 7 day stretch. I was still wide awake around 4:30 a.m., irritated by the smell, I investigated the room. In my closet I found old diaper. With a little laugh, I went to show Paul what the source and smell came from. Either my son had thrown the old diaper to our closet, making it to be the evil source. What a rotten kid... We finally slept afterwards.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">My 2 year old's diaper was a demon's odor. What a diaper can do after it stays out, not thrown out.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276872792315119909-1711168506257605825?l=akalucy.blogspot.com'/></div>Life in YK Deltahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14499737834368474981noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276872792315119909.post-40945487861913093992007-08-27T15:58:00.000-07:002008-12-11T23:25:01.991-08:00summer is over...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnlOMXcIAxE/RtNaHQzvlfI/AAAAAAAABEU/IzWWl05mn5o/s1600-h/DSCN1302.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnlOMXcIAxE/RtNaHQzvlfI/AAAAAAAABEU/IzWWl05mn5o/s200/DSCN1302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103521883558483442" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnlOMXcIAxE/RtNYlAzvleI/AAAAAAAABEM/96stmcnBwk8/s1600-h/DSCN1436.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnlOMXcIAxE/RtNYlAzvleI/AAAAAAAABEM/96stmcnBwk8/s200/DSCN1436.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103520195636336098" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">The summer is coming to end stage; the fire weeds are full of cottons, the tundra is showing faded color and brown. Weather cooling down. The night comes fast and geese are flying toward south and school just started.</span><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnlOMXcIAxE/RtNcdQzvlgI/AAAAAAAABEc/-Iw4GCppTHE/s1600-h/DSCN1396.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnlOMXcIAxE/RtNcdQzvlgI/AAAAAAAABEc/-Iw4GCppTHE/s200/DSCN1396.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103524460538861058" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Life cycle and seasons is like a book. Chapter is finishing and next chapter to read. I love all the seasons and my favorite is fall. </span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276872792315119909-4094548786191309399?l=akalucy.blogspot.com'/></div>Life in YK Deltahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14499737834368474981noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276872792315119909.post-67472841346660323012007-08-20T15:53:00.000-07:002008-12-11T23:25:02.300-08:00First day of School....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnlOMXcIAxE/Rsp3vgOfOBI/AAAAAAAAA_8/v-mang02-e8/s1600-h/kaytlynne+school2007.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnlOMXcIAxE/Rsp3vgOfOBI/AAAAAAAAA_8/v-mang02-e8/s200/kaytlynne+school2007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101021185938765842" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >The first day of school, oh so exciting for kids.. My daughter whose been ready for a month, getting school supplies and bugging me to get this and that. Sometimes she can be pain in the bud...</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Anyways, Today was their first day of school..Rebooting my skills of getting them ready and they (my kids) getting ready. Boy some days can be hard, especially when they are not up to going. Seems like when I think they are enjoying the school, it turns out they are not enjoying. They either complaint, "I don't like my teacher" or "I don't like this one student". I don't know what to tell them, but to continue school. Any suggestion on this one?</span></span><br /></span></div><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >Here is my daughter with some of her new school supplies and stuff..</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnlOMXcIAxE/Rsp6VQOfOJI/AAAAAAAABBA/2JtEFiD70EM/s1600-h/school+supplies.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnlOMXcIAxE/Rsp6VQOfOJI/AAAAAAAABBA/2JtEFiD70EM/s200/school+supplies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101024033502083218" border="0" /></a></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276872792315119909-6747284134666032301?l=akalucy.blogspot.com'/></div>Life in YK Deltahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14499737834368474981noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276872792315119909.post-29900418107448461412007-08-17T13:34:00.000-07:002008-12-11T23:25:02.957-08:00My town in general...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnlOMXcIAxE/RsZFeQOfNoI/AAAAAAAAA8A/G3S-2-TKU6E/s1600-h/BETHEL+ROAD.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 154px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnlOMXcIAxE/RsZFeQOfNoI/AAAAAAAAA8A/G3S-2-TKU6E/s320/BETHEL+ROAD.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099840014097790594" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/akalucy2@gmail.com"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.blogger.com/akalucy2@gmail.com" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" ><br />Being where I'm at living can be very difficult... Cost of living is so high and outrages. Gas price shooted up about $2.00, costing close to $5.00 per gallon.</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnlOMXcIAxE/RsZFegOfNpI/AAAAAAAAA8I/nFyXOCr8gNI/s1600-h/BETHEL+HOUSING.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 127px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnlOMXcIAxE/RsZFegOfNpI/AAAAAAAAA8I/nFyXOCr8gNI/s320/BETHEL+HOUSING.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099840018392757906" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"> The stove oil in villages are expensive and most likely where I am living in also.</span><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >I myself don't pay stove oil yet, because its included to my rental. Rent can reach to over $1,100 to $2,000.00 for 3 to 4 bedrooms. (Descent place).</span><a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnlOMXcIAxE/RsZFegOfNqI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/LeGqnPKlCks/s1600-h/BETHEL+HOUSE.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnlOMXcIAxE/RsZFegOfNqI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/LeGqnPKlCks/s320/BETHEL+HOUSE.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099840018392757922" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" > Some rental do include utilities, but most don't. Lights I've heard that is highest is $400.00. Phones can reach depending on what you want to put in your phone account, can reach up to close to $150.00. The cell phone is expensive here. I heard it cost approximatly $1.00 over a minute. Transporation with cabbies, right now is $4.00 per person and the city and cab might raise it to dallor more. By gollee, now a days, some people are working 2 jobs and still struggling.. This life style is probably all over the world...</span></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276872792315119909-2990041810744846141?l=akalucy.blogspot.com'/></div>Life in YK Deltahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14499737834368474981noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276872792315119909.post-30672764519894304222007-07-22T01:46:00.000-07:002008-12-11T23:25:04.239-08:00Picking Blue berries....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnlOMXcIAxE/Rso3rAOfNtI/AAAAAAAAA9E/iLRw5YZErXE/s1600-h/DSCN1018.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnlOMXcIAxE/Rso3rAOfNtI/AAAAAAAAA9E/iLRw5YZErXE/s320/DSCN1018.JPG" alt="" id="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnlOMXcIAxE/RqMfPc4pYGI/AAAAAAAAAB0/wH7yWWUT_rg/s1600-h/patrick+eating+berry+july+2007.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnlOMXcIAxE/RqMfPc4pYGI/AAAAAAAAAB0/wH7yWWUT_rg/s320/patrick+eating+berry+july+2007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089946354171076706" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Here is my lil' one picking blue berries few days ago.. He was excited and filled his cup halfway, but ended up eating.... Too precious......</span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnlOMXcIAxE/Rso2BAOfNrI/AAAAAAAAA80/G54JWSsWZx8/s1600-h/DSCN1003.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnlOMXcIAxE/Rso2BAOfNrI/AAAAAAAAA80/G54JWSsWZx8/s320/DSCN1003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100948918819042994" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnlOMXcIAxE/RqMfPs4pYHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bf3E4W0lY3k/s1600-h/patrick+berry+picking+july+2007.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnlOMXcIAxE/RqMfPs4pYHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bf3E4W0lY3k/s320/patrick+berry+picking+july+2007.jpg" alt="" id=" border=" 0="" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276872792315119909-3067276451989430422?l=akalucy.blogspot.com'/></div>Life in YK Deltahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14499737834368474981noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276872792315119909.post-13850733916016984432007-07-17T17:18:00.000-07:002008-12-11T23:25:04.389-08:00Life goes on..Popular or not<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnlOMXcIAxE/Rp1gbYIslEI/AAAAAAAAABc/4Y-CGdUD_r4/s1600-h/DSCN0831.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 122px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnlOMXcIAxE/Rp1gbYIslEI/AAAAAAAAABc/4Y-CGdUD_r4/s200/DSCN0831.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088329177450189890" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;">I remember when I was a bit younger, 15 years younger to be exact. I was popular at everything I do, now since I'm older, I noticed, <span style="font-style: italic;">OUT</span> with the <span style="font-style: italic;">OLD </span>in comes the <span style="font-style: italic;">NEW</span>. Maybe thats what some people feel when they are not noticed anymore and get depressed and feel like they are not needed anymore. I have noticed alot of people taking their own life's or even tried too. Sometimes I question myself if thats might be the case for me. But since I turn century last few weeks ago, I haven't yet feel like that yet. </span></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;">Does people(s) feel left out because lack of popularity or is it because how they present them self to people? </span></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;">Would like to hear others of their opinion of popularity and life..</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;">Anyways, life still goes on even your not popular.. You still have popularity with your own family and friends. What can you ask for more. Love life and love yourself...Love others and yet you will be loved back...</span><a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnlOMXcIAxE/Rp1hh4IslFI/AAAAAAAAABk/S-5xeWmqpGQ/s1600-h/DSCN0939.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 117px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnlOMXcIAxE/Rp1hh4IslFI/AAAAAAAAABk/S-5xeWmqpGQ/s200/DSCN0939.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088330388630967378" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;">.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276872792315119909-1385073391601698443?l=akalucy.blogspot.com'/></div>Life in YK Deltahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14499737834368474981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7276872792315119909.post-4466690748344398302007-07-08T18:13:00.000-07:002008-12-11T23:25:05.583-08:00My first blog<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnlOMXcIAxE/RpGTDaDNWaI/AAAAAAAAABM/4rTtID4wHk4/s1600-h/wolf,patrick+and+paul.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnlOMXcIAxE/RpGTDaDNWaI/AAAAAAAAABM/4rTtID4wHk4/s200/wolf,patrick+and+paul.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085007141019670946" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" >My first blog...<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" >Hello from YK Delta! I am engaged and have 3 kids. 15 year old boy, 10 year old daughter and 2 year old boy. Very wonderful man, who have changed my life around for the better...I have lived in Alaska all my life. </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnlOMXcIAxE/RpGUrKDNWbI/AAAAAAAAABU/lYyoEIwTpl0/s1600-h/DSCN0828.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnlOMXcIAxE/RpGUrKDNWbI/AAAAAAAAABU/lYyoEIwTpl0/s200/DSCN0828.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085008923431098802" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" >My first travel to down state was to Seattle, WA in 2002. I am always working with two or sometimes three jobs. </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" >My main job is at Emergency Room, 7 days on and 7 days off. I am hoping to hear </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:courier new;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >bloggers all over world.. Hope to hear some post here.. Thanks L</span><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;" >"Pictures are from 4th of July"</span><br /></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7276872792315119909-446669074834439830?l=akalucy.blogspot.com'/></div>Life in YK Deltahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14499737834368474981noreply@blogger.com0