<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333497046262794690</id><updated>2011-07-07T23:45:21.518-07:00</updated><category term='Terem'/><category term='Random stuff'/><category term='family'/><title type='text'>Will and Ira McIntosh</title><subtitle type='html'>Just because everything is different doesn't mean anything has changed.  ~Irene Peter</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333497046262794690/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcintosh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12998052644164393229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/R9UVChW0NGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TfwCk3zyPLQ/S220/Us.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333497046262794690.post-1907021309038376761</id><published>2009-10-16T19:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T20:02:27.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am normal now!!</title><content type='html'>And in case you are in doubt (which you have a right to be) - I got my driver's license last Wednesday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take a bus to work, which is not that horrible, except that I get to work a half hour earlier than I actually start. And when someone asks and I say that I take the bus, they look at me and ask how old I am... because since I look older than 16 (praise God!) I should be driving already. So there goes my happy Russian story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the next step is to get a car. Easier said than done, but being able to navigate around by myself gives endless opportunities to random ministries, hanging out with friends - and just saving time and sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, another update I guess would be Will's second job. He has been working full time for Idler's, a home appliance company, and now is also part time at Round Table Pizza in SLO. He likes it, as it gives lots of opportunities to share the Gospel. And pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, he's also going to Europe next week! (Punk!)&lt;br /&gt;One of his close friends from Bible College is getting married in Germany, and since he was going there, he thought he might as well go to Ukraine... He will be in Nezhyn from the 28th to the 1st of November, and then in Komsomolsk from the 1st to the 5th. Vova from our church in Nezhyn is also getting married, as we found out later, so it is a happy coincidence that Will is going to attend that event as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our church at Morro Bay recently announced that the pastor and some of the people from the church are going to London in 6 months to plant a Calvary Chapel there. It is a big news to a lot of people at church... but that's a whole new post in itself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333497046262794690-1907021309038376761?l=themcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/1907021309038376761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333497046262794690&amp;postID=1907021309038376761' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333497046262794690/posts/default/1907021309038376761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333497046262794690/posts/default/1907021309038376761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcintosh.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-normal-now.html' title='I am normal now!!'/><author><name>Ira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12998052644164393229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/R9UVChW0NGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TfwCk3zyPLQ/S220/Us.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333497046262794690.post-8275960811269705810</id><published>2009-05-17T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T00:52:58.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What..... SNOW??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/Sg-5ZR4gfXI/AAAAAAAAALY/yeLoTLTac8A/s1600-h/P4140151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/Sg-5ZR4gfXI/AAAAAAAAALY/yeLoTLTac8A/s320/P4140151.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336687927405608306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst nightmare and the most cherished dream of a californian combined in one.&lt;br /&gt;And, while in some areas in Cali it does snow, we had to go up to Montana to get this shot ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/Sg-6u6yQq0I/AAAAAAAAALg/KWnu1sedX6k/s1600-h/P4150196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/Sg-6u6yQq0I/AAAAAAAAALg/KWnu1sedX6k/s320/P4150196.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336689398674139970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... as well as this one....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/Sg-7_gevdVI/AAAAAAAAALo/w6zSpdhtVxU/s1600-h/P4130118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/Sg-7_gevdVI/AAAAAAAAALo/w6zSpdhtVxU/s320/P4130118.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336690783182353746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and undoubtedly this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Will's grandfather's memorial service that brought us and Stan and Melissa, my brother and sister-in-law to Montana. Not the best occasion to get together, but hey, a good opportunity for bonding with family, which I assume William Harold McIntosh would have approved of.&lt;br /&gt; Now, even though later on we realized that driving through 5+ states wasn't the best (or cheapest) idea, I'm still glad we did it. On the way back we got to see a bit of Zion National Park. Ate at one of the In n Outs in Vegas. Listened to a copious amount of music. Talked about just anything in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the trip was good. Hoping  to go and hike some trails in Zion later in summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333497046262794690-8275960811269705810?l=themcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/8275960811269705810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333497046262794690&amp;postID=8275960811269705810' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333497046262794690/posts/default/8275960811269705810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333497046262794690/posts/default/8275960811269705810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcintosh.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-snow.html' title='What..... SNOW??'/><author><name>Ira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12998052644164393229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/R9UVChW0NGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TfwCk3zyPLQ/S220/Us.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/Sg-5ZR4gfXI/AAAAAAAAALY/yeLoTLTac8A/s72-c/P4140151.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333497046262794690.post-2399353425912251307</id><published>2009-03-06T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T14:19:17.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We are not dead</title><content type='html'>...just a little distracted - Will with his job (he got promoted and moved to the SLO store), I have been translating (which hasn't paid a dime yet! Ha!) and making wire jewelry in  the meantime (it's in fashion now, and everyone is coming up with some new designs all the time...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But our lives have been pretty boring lately. We finally sold our car (after 14 potential buyers and a bogus check) and got blessed with another one, a white beautiful 88 Honda Civic. Now, some of you might think that a 20 year old car can not be beautiful, well, I have something to compare it to. The car we have just sold runs in a way that you can't have coffee when driving, you will spill it everywhere trying to go with the shakes of the motor (also it's a stick, which doesn't help). You also could not have a conversation without yelling, so loud it was, and even if it had a stereo, you wouldn't hear a thing. We put $1800 into it and sold it for $400... and are glad it's off our hands. But it did get Will to and from work and everywhere he needed to go for almost 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been really blessed by our church in Shoreline. We met a couple that have been missionaries in Romania, and they got back almost on the same day we did! She is Romanian, and they also have been married for a year and a half! We are looking forward to hanging out with them next week.&lt;br /&gt;We are also taking some biblical musicology classes (of course pastor Tonye is teaching =), and it amazes me more and more how powerful music can be. The Bible says that Satan used to be a worship leader before he rebelled against God, and it is very symbolic that worship leaders can easily fall into worshiping themselves on the stage. So taking this class for me as a worship leader (in recession) is very helpful and inspiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't met a single Russian speaker yet (except Cara =)). I start missing Russian  fellowship, even though I skype with people often. I hope God will give me some Russian speaking friends in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess that is all for now... Missing all of you people a lot...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333497046262794690-2399353425912251307?l=themcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/2399353425912251307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333497046262794690&amp;postID=2399353425912251307' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333497046262794690/posts/default/2399353425912251307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333497046262794690/posts/default/2399353425912251307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcintosh.blogspot.com/2009/03/we-are-not-dead.html' title='We are not dead'/><author><name>Ira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12998052644164393229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/R9UVChW0NGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TfwCk3zyPLQ/S220/Us.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333497046262794690.post-5678018857881918882</id><published>2009-01-29T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T16:52:39.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the road again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/SYJKjR8nz8I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/aTQh2SAi5wM/s1600-h/road.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/SYJKjR8nz8I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/aTQh2SAi5wM/s320/road.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296878081714671554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we are moving up to Templeton tomorrow... With Will working in Atascadero and our church in Morro Bay it makes much more sense to live here than in Nipomo. I had to quit my job at Little Jocko's (sorry Jake... But on my last day at work I had a cheeseburger for you... =). So now I will be seeking a job again.... I'm still not giving up on becoming a freelance translator, but just like everywhere else, clients like to deal with professionals with experience, not sometimes realizing that experience must START somewhere! God willing, this will work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, these are some pictures of Will trying to mount a door handle on our 88 toyota... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/SYJOj4tpOEI/AAAAAAAAAKg/RE7haJEvGkk/s1600-h/P1120503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/SYJOj4tpOEI/AAAAAAAAAKg/RE7haJEvGkk/s320/P1120503.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296882490167343170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/SYJOjyVIOKI/AAAAAAAAAKY/H1gkndbBDsg/s1600-h/P1120500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/SYJOjyVIOKI/AAAAAAAAAKY/H1gkndbBDsg/s320/P1120500.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296882488453904546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/SYJOjx7IDkI/AAAAAAAAAKo/qM9D9xVQG_U/s1600-h/P1120507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/SYJOjx7IDkI/AAAAAAAAAKo/qM9D9xVQG_U/s320/P1120507.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296882488344841794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333497046262794690-5678018857881918882?l=themcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/5678018857881918882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333497046262794690&amp;postID=5678018857881918882' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333497046262794690/posts/default/5678018857881918882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333497046262794690/posts/default/5678018857881918882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcintosh.blogspot.com/2009/01/on-road-again.html' title='On the road again'/><author><name>Ira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12998052644164393229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/R9UVChW0NGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TfwCk3zyPLQ/S220/Us.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/SYJKjR8nz8I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/aTQh2SAi5wM/s72-c/road.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333497046262794690.post-6833945096754458250</id><published>2009-01-15T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T13:38:43.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some joys of America...</title><content type='html'>Even though I am not a big fan of America, some things do make my life a little more enjoyable..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. Peanut butter!!!&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know now you can get some in Ukraine, too (if you're lucky). But it's usually imported = expensive, or if it's not, it just doesn't taste the same. I think it's the biggest paradox - peanuts are so readily available in Ukraine, but nobody makes peanut butter!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2. Cream cheese.&lt;br /&gt;As of right now, I'm finishing my first tub of american cream cheese. (Yes, I mostly ate it myself... when my in laws gave me strange looks, I just said I'm ukrainian.. ) Now I'm not sure of the process of making this creamy goodness, but somehow it's utterly expensive in Ukraine, although there are some desserts called Sirok and Chudo that resemble the texture. I'm still wanting to make my own cheesecake - or even my own cream cheese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3. Coffee Shops and Bread stores.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm slightly against (if there is such a thing) Starbucks, because the more you go there, the more it lures you back. People can easily spend thousands of dollars every year on Starbucks without even noticing it. So I'm not a Starbucks junkie, but every once in a while it's very relaxing to come to a cafe where noone will turn you out 20 min later. Most of them also provide Wireless Internet, which makes the experience still more enjoyable. Plus of course excellent coffee (and tea!).&lt;br /&gt;The same thing with bakeries. I'm obsessed with baking and all kinds of textures bread can possess, and it's amazing what they sometimes can come up with. And of course it's all fresh and warm, and most places let you try their bread with some butter on it...MMmmmmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's it for now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333497046262794690-6833945096754458250?l=themcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/6833945096754458250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333497046262794690&amp;postID=6833945096754458250' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333497046262794690/posts/default/6833945096754458250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333497046262794690/posts/default/6833945096754458250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcintosh.blogspot.com/2009/01/some-joys-of-america.html' title='Some joys of America...'/><author><name>Ira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12998052644164393229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/R9UVChW0NGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TfwCk3zyPLQ/S220/Us.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333497046262794690.post-712843473742579638</id><published>2009-01-12T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T09:03:23.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The tag is dangling...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.chernigovblog.com/"&gt;Anya&lt;/a&gt;  has tagged me, and I'm glad I read the &lt;a href="http://manzanitadesigns.bigfolioblog.com/page/2"&gt;rules&lt;/a&gt; first =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I like apple seeds and peanut butter and don't like ice cream (unless it's absolutely HOT).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I have never dyed my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I love smart and kind people (but only if they possess both of these qualities.. otherwise it's a terror). I would hang out with people that the rest of the world might consider weirdos... I guess I'm one of them =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm a tom-boy in some areas (I don't have a favorite colour or lots of clothes, I don't wear make-up and am not obsessed about high heels =). My parents never "girlified" me (whatever that might mean), that's why I'm inspired by those mothers who can give their daughters that feeling of femininity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My math is HORRIBLE. You can tell I'm a linguist. I have hard time counting change. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I like movies where the main character accomplishes something and the movie has a happy ending. If the movie is too intense or vivid, it gets into my head, and I like to rather watch and forget. Unless it carries an important message that can be pondered upon. But that's different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I think extreme sports are stupid and are just trying God. It's not worth it to risk your life that's so precious to God for a handful of andrenalin and praise of men. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so here are the victims:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://m24expert.blogspot.com/"&gt;Greg Silva&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://littleviky.blogspot.com/"&gt;Little Viky&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.caranews.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cara Denney&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim Emerson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://temerson.blogspot.com/"&gt;Christina Emerson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Anya! It's good to do this every once in a while. Get to know yourself better =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333497046262794690-712843473742579638?l=themcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/712843473742579638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333497046262794690&amp;postID=712843473742579638' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333497046262794690/posts/default/712843473742579638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333497046262794690/posts/default/712843473742579638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcintosh.blogspot.com/2009/01/tag-is-dangling.html' title='The tag is dangling...'/><author><name>Ira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12998052644164393229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/R9UVChW0NGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TfwCk3zyPLQ/S220/Us.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333497046262794690.post-5198764503436429268</id><published>2009-01-10T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T11:00:50.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So how we got here....(Or a complete guide for dummies on How to Get Out of Ukraine with Your New Wife)</title><content type='html'>Due to one of my friend's curiousity I will try to write about the immigration process we went through before we came to the US. I wish there was somebody to tell me what to do before we started.. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the beginning... We got married!! And although we really enjoyed our ceremony in the backyard of our church, the legal part of that wasn't nearly as pleasant. In Ukraine you are supposed to file for the legal ceremony 30 days in advance... Well in the time frame that we were in, we just couldn't make it in time with our wedding ceremony, so we got married (legally) after we came back from our honeymoon. (I know, heathen... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the paper with our names on them has been handed to us and a lady with a harsh voice made us kiss in her office, the REAL craze begins. (Unless you want to change your name to your husband's, then you need to change your Ukrainian passport, THEN make a new international (zagran) passport in your new name... Takes around 1,5-2 months...Unless you have tons of money =D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though you get married legally, back in America your husband is still viewed as a bachelor. Since you don't want that, you have to go to the American Embassy (your husband can go there anytime and this time you can come in with him without an appointment) and fill out a bunch of fun papers, then rush (with the papers) to a nearest bus (or taxi) to get to the Ministry of Foreign affairs. There put your husband in the line (be sure the line will be loooong) and start filling out all the other papers they have for you - because they can't wait for you to do that at the window directly. If you are lucky enough (we were simply blessed by God that day) and manage to get to the window before 12 AM, (that means that you have to get to the Embassy before 10, or you won't make it) then they will process your case and give back the papers after 4 PM with a lovely stamp on the back. Your hubby is not single anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this you can finally start the immigration junk! Yeeyy... &lt;br /&gt;The way the American Embassy works is through appointments that you have to schedule WAAAAY beforehand. To schedule the appointment, go to a nearest AVAL bank and ask for a pin code for the Am embassy. I usually paid around 60 Hr, and that was enough for appx 8 min... (yeah it's like calling America... except in Ukraine). So you get the little slip of paper with a pin code on it, and the next day you can call the embassy (the phone # is on the slip, too). The first appointment is for the American citizen to present a petition about his/her immediate relative's immigration, so you don't even have to show up at the embassy. Your time will come later, he he...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After your hubby comes back from this exciting trip, he will have the list of documents for your case. Most of them are not so hard to obtain, it will be a bunch of papers to translate, but also there's a medical exam and a form about your sponsorship... That one gave us lots of unpleasant moments. I don't remember what it's called now, but it basically states that you won't be a bum once you enter the country. Therefore, your husband or someone from the States has to sign that paper saying they will be your sponsors if you hit the bottom. But for them to do that, they have to prove that they actually have the means of sponsoring you. That's why my husband, being a poor missionary, had to ask his dad to do that. And his dad had to get some papers stating his and his wive's annual income, fill out some forms (of course) and FedEx it to Ukraine.&lt;br /&gt;WE made one mistake that I believe, originated from the Embassy staff, as they told us that we needed to get this sponsorship form BEFORE the first appointment. As it took about 2-2,5 months to just get it done and shipped, and the appointment scheduling takes not less than a month.. that's 3,5 months of just sitting on our hands. &lt;br /&gt;But once you get the papers and don't tear them trying to open the envelope (I still remind Will of that =) you can go ahead and schedule the 2nd appointment. It's your turn now! There will be the medical exam left, and you can come any day, no appointment, but get prepared to spend literally the whole day at the clinic, as they first take all the blood samples and Xrays, and then process them. Also take some dollars along, as they accept only foreign currency. They charged me an extra $20 for an additional X-ray, which I never found out why exactly, but oh well. Also, on the Embassy website they say that you need evidence of all the vaccinations you have had, well I lost my medical records when I was a kid and it wasn't a problem, they ended up giving me 2 shots that protected me from 6 illnesses, handy huh? Although the nurse told me that one of the shots was very strong, so I couldn't get pregnant 3 months after I had it. Oh well, we weren't planning on it anyway =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day of the appointment was EXTREMELY stressful. I fell asleep in the train having nightmares about forgetting some papers.... Horrible. But we made it on time, rushed to the office, submitted the papers and.... waited for 3 hours without daring to go out.(that's one of those cases when you rush to wait...) So get prepared for that and eat at least SOMETHING. During that 3 hour period they called me out once to take my fingerprints. Then finally they called out our name, and a friendly balding guy asked: " Is all the information correct? So Will is a missionary and that's how you met? Can you raise your hand and swear you are saying nothing but the truth?"... Well all my knowledge of English could have been founded on a single word "Yes" and I would have been good =) He slipped a pink piece of paper under the window and our immigration story has ended. We got my passport with the visa in it couple days later via the same FedEx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that was the long way (which took us a year and a half and a little more than one grand). Of course you can get out of the country with a temporary visa for around $300, but you will still have to go through the process in the US, which will probably be even more expensive. The advantages of the long way are that within a couple of weeks since we came I got my SSN and my permanent resident's card, which gave me an opportunity to start working right away. So I prefer the long way, but of course situations are different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope it helps at least somebody... or just makes up for an entertaining reading =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333497046262794690-5198764503436429268?l=themcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/5198764503436429268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333497046262794690&amp;postID=5198764503436429268' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333497046262794690/posts/default/5198764503436429268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333497046262794690/posts/default/5198764503436429268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcintosh.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-how-we-got-hereor-complete-guide-for.html' title='So how we got here....(Or a complete guide for dummies on How to Get Out of Ukraine with Your New Wife)'/><author><name>Ira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12998052644164393229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/R9UVChW0NGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TfwCk3zyPLQ/S220/Us.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333497046262794690.post-5464697012664499293</id><published>2009-01-05T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T12:13:34.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...and go break your leg!</title><content type='html'>Couple days ago at work I asked one of my managers if I should go do something, and she said "Yeah, knock yourself out!". For a second I was wondering if she was serious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on I realized that this means "Go have a good time"... Not a very literal translation. But it started me thinking about all the weird things people say in English (or should I clarify, in AMERICAN English)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..."can I see this something" means you want to take the object and possibly walk away with it. There's a lot more than seeing involved.&lt;br /&gt;..."can I help you?", just like "excuse me" and "how are you" are plain speech fillers.&lt;br /&gt;...and of course, "stuff" and "like", the most ambiguous words in the language!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English is a very sensitive language. Unlike Russian, you can't get away with just saying "Please" and be polite. Also, if you use the wrong intonation/word order/address(Mrs instead of Miss), you are also more than likely will be viewed as a rude moron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah these are my impressions of the language I speak 40 hours a week...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333497046262794690-5464697012664499293?l=themcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/5464697012664499293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333497046262794690&amp;postID=5464697012664499293' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333497046262794690/posts/default/5464697012664499293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333497046262794690/posts/default/5464697012664499293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcintosh.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-go-break-your-leg.html' title='...and go break your leg!'/><author><name>Ira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12998052644164393229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/R9UVChW0NGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TfwCk3zyPLQ/S220/Us.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333497046262794690.post-3977978974643011450</id><published>2008-12-26T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T22:25:47.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>U.S.A...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/SVXKGNlN0tI/AAAAAAAAAJc/m6hRx69uHQw/s1600-h/Abbr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/SVXKGNlN0tI/AAAAAAAAAJc/m6hRx69uHQw/s320/Abbr.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284351945862927058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now live in a country that consists of abbreviations.&lt;br /&gt;Even its name can be abbreviated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.O.U. (I owe you)&lt;br /&gt;D.U.I (Driving under influence)&lt;br /&gt;P.B.&amp;J. (Peanut Butter and Jelly [sandwich](yes Marina!!))&lt;br /&gt;A.K.A. (Also known as)&lt;br /&gt;R.S.V.P. (Repondez S'il vous plait) (ok not really american but they use it!!)&lt;br /&gt;C.E.O (Chief Executive Officer)&lt;br /&gt;O.D. (overdose)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not even mentioning the trivial CD, PC, LOL, ASAP and SOS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ok I stole the pic from sb else's site. U can do ur search on abbr-s urself =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333497046262794690-3977978974643011450?l=themcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/3977978974643011450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333497046262794690&amp;postID=3977978974643011450' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333497046262794690/posts/default/3977978974643011450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333497046262794690/posts/default/3977978974643011450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcintosh.blogspot.com/2008/12/usa.html' title='U.S.A...'/><author><name>Ira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12998052644164393229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/R9UVChW0NGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TfwCk3zyPLQ/S220/Us.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/SVXKGNlN0tI/AAAAAAAAAJc/m6hRx69uHQw/s72-c/Abbr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333497046262794690.post-316937200351726160</id><published>2008-12-20T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T10:38:32.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Routine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/SU_ema8noHI/AAAAAAAAAJU/YU-Cz80juHY/s1600-h/cars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/SU_ema8noHI/AAAAAAAAAJU/YU-Cz80juHY/s320/cars.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282685639578853490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been working this past week, and meanwhile realizing more and more why America is hard to live in spiritually (now, I'm alright Vika, I'm just looking at facts =)). &lt;br /&gt;The problem is - business.&lt;br /&gt;People tend to have more stuff to do here as compared to Ukraine. &lt;br /&gt;Probably due to the fact that there are so many places to go, so many stores, the beach, sales, farmers markets... Cute and fun things to do... things that take up your time with the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not saying it's bad to enjoy oneself. The point is balance of those things, and that's what's hard, especially if you have to plan your day yourself (that's when that self-discipline comes in). &lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that in that sense Ukraine is not like that. There are not so many things over there that are tempting (although, one could always find some). Here I see a lot of people working two jobs and putting all their money to pay off a mortgage on a huge house they didn't NEED in the first place. (The problem is that those houses exist, and people have eyes too big to see they can't afford it.) And then they go off complaining that they don't have time to go to church - or just simply hang out with their kids or spouses! Ukraine has its own problems, but people are more likely just forced to have a hard life due to the unstable economy at all times (but they still can make decisions to spend time with God or in front of the TV).&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm too judgemental, and my Ukrainian eye hasn't adapted to the sharp contrast of american reality...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333497046262794690-316937200351726160?l=themcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/316937200351726160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333497046262794690&amp;postID=316937200351726160' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333497046262794690/posts/default/316937200351726160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333497046262794690/posts/default/316937200351726160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcintosh.blogspot.com/2008/12/routine.html' title='Routine'/><author><name>Ira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12998052644164393229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/R9UVChW0NGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TfwCk3zyPLQ/S220/Us.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/SU_ema8noHI/AAAAAAAAAJU/YU-Cz80juHY/s72-c/cars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333497046262794690.post-8688520800607864921</id><published>2008-12-08T15:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:29:03.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Слава труду!!</title><content type='html'>Although I don't agree with this communist slogan ("Glory to labor"), I did gain appreciation for my job as today was my first work day. I realized that people are looked down upon when they say they work at a "hamburger joint" - and unjustly so! "Flippin burgers" is a pretty hard job, whatever they might say. Today my main job was to make french fries and onion rings, as I can't really do much of anything else yet. "Little Jocko's" has the highest hygiene standards of all other places that I know - and I'm quite relieved, as I thought I might encounter some unpleasant moments (I'm a clean freak when it comes to handling food). That's probably why today was pretty hard, as you don't only cook but you also clean the utensils, make sure that the diner is in order, the fries are hot and trays are clean....&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, although I'm pretty tired today, I'm still glad God gave me this job (makes you feel like a normal person =). I'm working tomorrow, so right now I have a couple hours to relax before my hubby comes home ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333497046262794690-8688520800607864921?l=themcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/8688520800607864921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333497046262794690&amp;postID=8688520800607864921' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333497046262794690/posts/default/8688520800607864921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333497046262794690/posts/default/8688520800607864921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcintosh.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='Слава труду!!'/><author><name>Ira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12998052644164393229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/R9UVChW0NGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TfwCk3zyPLQ/S220/Us.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333497046262794690.post-2365588916840262079</id><published>2008-12-05T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T11:47:13.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some ways in which God works...</title><content type='html'>Today was one of those days when you wake up and don't want to be yourself. I was dreading this afternoon.... It was going to be my first job interview.&lt;br /&gt;OK so some of you know that I've been looking for a job lately. Yesterday I submitted 5 applications to different stores and restaurants in the neighbourhood. There was an Italian restaurant that wasn't open yet, but the owners let me fill out an application while nobody was there. They are a senior couple, running a small restaurant. They have a nice weener dog. They were polite, but.... Something within me just was saying NO!!! Will agreed that he had the same spooky feeling.... I was praying they wouldn't call me.&lt;br /&gt;They did. The same day. And told me to come at noon today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, when we were about to be done with all the applications, on the way home Will saw another restaurant. It's more of a hamburger joint I would say, and is called "Little Jocko's". He said "Well, let's try the last one". And I was about to open my mouth to say "Nah, I'm too tired, let's go home", when I saw an anchor on a worker's T-shirt. That made me shut my mouth. (Some might not know, but for Will and me anchors are special.. and God uses them as signs for us =)&lt;br /&gt;We came inside. Yep, a typical hamburger joint. The application was very simple, but it said to submit it before 11 am. And we were late. "Well, I said, I will submit it tomorrow myself." So we agreed. &lt;br /&gt;In the evening that guy from the Italian restaurant called.... &lt;br /&gt;So today I woke up and was just laying in bed thinking about whether I should go or not. On one hand, it is a job, which is very hard to find right now, especially if you have NO experience whatsoever. On the other hand, I would rather trade a more prestigious job for a group of co-workers I am comfortable with.&lt;br /&gt;So I was pretty nervous. The application for Little Jocko's still lay on the kitchen table together with the last copy of my resume... So I decided to submit it today before the interview. I walked to the restaurant and saw  the sign "Sorry we are closed." I walked past it and went to the Starbucks nearby, got a latte, sat down and thought "WHY?? God, if you were telling me to go here, why is it closed today??" And God just said "Just try knocking on the door, silly =)". So I picked up my coffee and went back. Some guy was arranging chairs in the hall, I showed him my application, he walked behind the counter, then came back and opened the door. "Danny will be with you in a moment". And a moment later I was standing in front of a middle aged pleasant man, who was studying my papers. In the middle of conversation he suddenly said "Hey my cousin lives in Ukraine." I asked about the city or the church he was with, but he couldn't remember. Then I asked "What's his name?", realizing that there are so many american missionaries, and so many churches that it was almost silly to ask... Until I heard "Jake... Jake Knotts..."&lt;br /&gt;Well, at that point I realized that it was another sign God was sending me. And if I was in SLO, I probably wouldn't be as surprised, but we are good 20 min away from SLO, and that was the very restaurant that God directed me to.&lt;br /&gt;SO there you go Jake, even though you are not in the States, God is using you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333497046262794690-2365588916840262079?l=themcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/2365588916840262079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333497046262794690&amp;postID=2365588916840262079' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333497046262794690/posts/default/2365588916840262079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333497046262794690/posts/default/2365588916840262079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcintosh.blogspot.com/2008/12/some-ways-in-which-god-works.html' title='Some ways in which God works...'/><author><name>Ira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12998052644164393229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/R9UVChW0NGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TfwCk3zyPLQ/S220/Us.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333497046262794690.post-7495119843634606913</id><published>2008-11-21T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T12:04:04.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boston in its variety</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/SScJPEIfYoI/AAAAAAAAAHs/p7uti4QC0GA/s1600-h/PA250275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/SScJPEIfYoI/AAAAAAAAAHs/p7uti4QC0GA/s320/PA250275.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271192043272495746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah this was my first meal in the States =)) We went to Ihop.... yeah... never again =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/SScJphQJ8sI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Z8ZEKqGPldI/s1600-h/PA250291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/SScJphQJ8sI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Z8ZEKqGPldI/s320/PA250291.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271192497765872322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok here begins the Boston part. The city has lots of parks, just like in Ukraine, except here they are much cleaner, you can walk on the grass and the animals are very tame. I personally fell in love with these cute furry ones =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/SScLTv9HEuI/AAAAAAAAAIU/LbSf0j7gqM0/s1600-h/PA260307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/SScLTv9HEuI/AAAAAAAAAIU/LbSf0j7gqM0/s320/PA260307.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271194322778657506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to The Cheesecake Factory. To convey this to an average Ukrainian, imagine that you came to a huge restaurant, where someone is already having a wedding banquet... and they want you to join. =) The food is delicious, but the quantities....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/SScNhvFRL2I/AAAAAAAAAIs/RYMFpi0uonE/s1600-h/PA260306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/SScNhvFRL2I/AAAAAAAAAIs/RYMFpi0uonE/s320/PA260306.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271196762085863266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/SScNhUntpZI/AAAAAAAAAIk/iaj2275VcL8/s1600-h/PA260304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/SScNhUntpZI/AAAAAAAAAIk/iaj2275VcL8/s320/PA260304.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271196754982577554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/SScNhHtldhI/AAAAAAAAAIc/AT6GcIZFDio/s1600-h/PA260295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/SScNhHtldhI/AAAAAAAAAIc/AT6GcIZFDio/s320/PA260295.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271196751517546002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear husband being a goof in the patio of Boston State Library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/SScP-t5i2WI/AAAAAAAAAI0/KhVjbMtzyvU/s1600-h/PA270319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/SScP-t5i2WI/AAAAAAAAAI0/KhVjbMtzyvU/s320/PA270319.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271199459007715682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While some food selections clearly conquered my imagination.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/SScP_Bnci4I/AAAAAAAAAI8/Nw256Kb3PUg/s1600-h/PA270326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/SScP_Bnci4I/AAAAAAAAAI8/Nw256Kb3PUg/s320/PA270326.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271199464300514178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;.....other foods just kept me away.....&lt;br /&gt;(those are lobsters, or омар)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/SScP_yqELnI/AAAAAAAAAJM/4I6l-tQxmHE/s1600-h/PA280414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/SScP_yqELnI/AAAAAAAAAJM/4I6l-tQxmHE/s320/PA280414.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271199477464837746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/SScP_QEybOI/AAAAAAAAAJE/up9-SU9jpuc/s1600-h/PA270360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/SScP_QEybOI/AAAAAAAAAJE/up9-SU9jpuc/s320/PA270360.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271199468181679330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333497046262794690-7495119843634606913?l=themcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/7495119843634606913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333497046262794690&amp;postID=7495119843634606913' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333497046262794690/posts/default/7495119843634606913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333497046262794690/posts/default/7495119843634606913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcintosh.blogspot.com/2008/11/boston-in-its-variety.html' title='Boston in its variety'/><author><name>Ira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12998052644164393229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/R9UVChW0NGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TfwCk3zyPLQ/S220/Us.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/SScJPEIfYoI/AAAAAAAAAHs/p7uti4QC0GA/s72-c/PA250275.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333497046262794690.post-8651529486512478055</id><published>2008-11-05T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T20:20:10.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>USA..... Not so much UA...</title><content type='html'>Yep, we finally arrived in America couple of weeks ago. We spent 5 days in Boston (... Boston in the fall is gorgeous!) visiting Will's one of the best friends Kyle who blessed us so much during that time. Then we came down to San Francisco, where we stayed at Jordan's house and they played video games all night and ate TacoBell... =) (Will really missed that one. McDonald's in Ukraine just didn't cut it for him =))) Next day ,to add to our perpetual travelling, we came down to Nipomo, Southern Cali, the town where Will's sister lives. So that's where we are staying right now, with a pitbull and a bulldog in a big nice house. The thing I can't get used to though is that you go to a grocery store once a week... because it's in a different TOWN! It's huge though, all the food choice you want, but if you forget to get meat, you'll have to go vegetarian for the next week...&lt;br /&gt;On sunday we went to Calvary in Arroyo Grande (that's where Cara Denney is from), we met a lot of really awesome people, particularly the family through which Will got saved, the Shephards.&lt;br /&gt;Right now I don't have much to do at home except to embroider and bake (which doesn't sound very exciting...). Will is going to start working on Monday (yeah, the whole Diablo Canyon thing didn't work... they never responded). I am waiting for my Green Card... Yeah, so there's not much going on right now, you could say =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333497046262794690-8651529486512478055?l=themcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/8651529486512478055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333497046262794690&amp;postID=8651529486512478055' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333497046262794690/posts/default/8651529486512478055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333497046262794690/posts/default/8651529486512478055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcintosh.blogspot.com/2008/11/usa-not-so-much-ua.html' title='USA..... Not so much UA...'/><author><name>Ira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12998052644164393229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/R9UVChW0NGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TfwCk3zyPLQ/S220/Us.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333497046262794690.post-2239557789293408978</id><published>2008-06-10T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T08:59:02.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad girl</title><content type='html'>Nothing can be more boring than a post that is more than a month old. Shame on me.... &lt;br /&gt;Well I blame the exams. =)&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost done, the last and THE FINAL exam is coming up in almost a week. Can't wait to finally be free! As Marina Koslow once said, Nizhyn University is a prison for one's mind. (I seem to quote you a lot Marina... Feel special =) Well I absolutely agree. The teachers are getting every opportunity to revenge on the students for all things they haven't got in life - family, friends, children, a nice job.... (70% of the staff are not married and are older than 40) I think it's simply sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this post is not about that. We are still alive, Will is working on the new church with Paul and the guys (the floor is about to be done, the walls are coming up), we are waiting for July 1st to start the immigrant visa process (God only knows how long it's going to take). We are not going to Moscow or Germany again because of the visa complications... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333497046262794690-2239557789293408978?l=themcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/2239557789293408978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333497046262794690&amp;postID=2239557789293408978' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333497046262794690/posts/default/2239557789293408978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333497046262794690/posts/default/2239557789293408978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcintosh.blogspot.com/2008/06/bad-girl.html' title='Bad girl'/><author><name>Ira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12998052644164393229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/R9UVChW0NGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TfwCk3zyPLQ/S220/Us.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333497046262794690.post-4897866521513425683</id><published>2008-04-18T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T00:08:29.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost in LOST - Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/SAmViLc04cI/AAAAAAAAAGA/0TeqQGohOQ0/s1600-h/The+eye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/SAmViLc04cI/AAAAAAAAAGA/0TeqQGohOQ0/s320/The+eye.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190844459942994370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally don't like to read books or watch movies that are sure to bring me a zero profit in a sense that they won't teach me anything (one of the reasons why I like the Bible). The same with Lost... or, well, used to be... =) I watched the 1st episode, and as I don't do very well with the sight of disfigured bodies and stuff, I swore I would not watch it anymore. But as our church is showing this serial at the English club, my husband has watched more than one episode, and he told me that gross things don't seem to come up later on. I was hesitant, but yesterday I sat down and watched.... 6 episodes in a row!!! And even if it sounds like much, we were actually surprised to find out it was already 10 30 pm!!! (yeah I need to get saved)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie is actually not only gripping, but rather deep, too. I thought it was a really good quote, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;" A leader can't lead anyone, if he doesn't know where he is going".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as &lt;a href="http://thekoslows.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html"&gt;Marina Koslow&lt;/a&gt; said, &lt;br /&gt;HELP!!!! &lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333497046262794690-4897866521513425683?l=themcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/4897866521513425683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333497046262794690&amp;postID=4897866521513425683' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333497046262794690/posts/default/4897866521513425683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333497046262794690/posts/default/4897866521513425683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcintosh.blogspot.com/2008/04/lost-in-lost-part-2.html' title='Lost in LOST - Part 2'/><author><name>Ira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12998052644164393229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/R9UVChW0NGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TfwCk3zyPLQ/S220/Us.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/SAmViLc04cI/AAAAAAAAAGA/0TeqQGohOQ0/s72-c/The+eye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333497046262794690.post-8885572927377641607</id><published>2008-03-31T12:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T13:18:03.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee is so good....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/R_FBKtYGPQI/AAAAAAAAAFc/XtCGI-UIZ9o/s1600-h/Cofee+Bean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/R_FBKtYGPQI/AAAAAAAAAFc/XtCGI-UIZ9o/s320/Cofee+Bean.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183996298315316482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking about renaming our blog to "Random Stuff" altogether, as there are  more of those random queer facts or thoughts than any info about us =)&lt;br /&gt;I found this joke on the web and thought of all the people I know that could very well fit under that category =) No pointing fingers, they know I meant them !! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE ADDICTED TO COFFEE IF...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The only time you are standing still is during an earthquake!&lt;br /&gt;2. You walk twenty miles on your treadmill before you realize it's not plugged in.&lt;br /&gt;3. You short out motion detectors.&lt;br /&gt;4. You've built a miniature city out of little plastic stirrers.&lt;br /&gt;5. You can jump start your car without cables.&lt;br /&gt;6. You answer the door before people knock.&lt;br /&gt;7. You get a speeding ticket even when you are parked.&lt;br /&gt;8. You've worn out your third pair of shoes this week.&lt;br /&gt;9. Your eyes stay open even when you sneeze.&lt;br /&gt;10. You grind coffee beans in your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;11. You can type sixty words per minute -- with your feet.&lt;br /&gt;12. You soak your dentures in coffee overnight.&lt;br /&gt;13. You sleep with your eyes open.&lt;br /&gt;14. You have a picture of your coffee mug on your coffee mug.&lt;br /&gt;15. Instant coffee takes too long to make.&lt;br /&gt;16. You channel surf faster without the remote.&lt;br /&gt;17. You don't sweat... you percolate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333497046262794690-8885572927377641607?l=themcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/8885572927377641607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333497046262794690&amp;postID=8885572927377641607' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333497046262794690/posts/default/8885572927377641607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333497046262794690/posts/default/8885572927377641607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcintosh.blogspot.com/2008/03/coffee-is-so-good.html' title='Coffee is so good....'/><author><name>Ira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12998052644164393229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/R9UVChW0NGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TfwCk3zyPLQ/S220/Us.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/R_FBKtYGPQI/AAAAAAAAAFc/XtCGI-UIZ9o/s72-c/Cofee+Bean.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333497046262794690.post-1996570117524184903</id><published>2008-03-26T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T01:26:51.446-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>From the morning till night...</title><content type='html'>Exactly 22 years ago on a snowy day in Syberia a girl was born... Yeah, yeah, I'm getting older =) Well, my birthday seems to be lasting for 2 days now, since yesterday my husband made a special meal for me consisting mainly from barbecued chicken in 4 different marinades (yes, we live in an apartment, and , yes, he barbequed on our tiny porch - or balcony =) which was absolutely delicious! And today I went to school and celebrated there, since we have a sweet tradition to celebrate each other's birthday every year. Usually in Ukraine the person who has a birthday has to run around half-dead buying cakes and so for the party - yes, it's not arranged for you, like it should be... =) Today I wanted to do something different and made fruit salad instead. Needless to say, the girls loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/R-pwF9YGPNI/AAAAAAAAAFI/QRNKJ94Zkww/s1600-h/The+Chicken+Brush.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/R-pwF9YGPNI/AAAAAAAAAFI/QRNKJ94Zkww/s320/The+Chicken+Brush.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182077568920468690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my husband's hand brushing the chicken with marinade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/R-pzpNYGPPI/AAAAAAAAAFU/64_lrDOJ6ZE/s1600-h/Fruit+salad.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/R-pzpNYGPPI/AAAAAAAAAFU/64_lrDOJ6ZE/s320/Fruit+salad.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182081473045740786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the fruity goodness... Especially delicious in this season&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333497046262794690-1996570117524184903?l=themcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/1996570117524184903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333497046262794690&amp;postID=1996570117524184903' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333497046262794690/posts/default/1996570117524184903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333497046262794690/posts/default/1996570117524184903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcintosh.blogspot.com/2008/03/from-morning-till-night.html' title='From the morning till night...'/><author><name>Ira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12998052644164393229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/R9UVChW0NGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TfwCk3zyPLQ/S220/Us.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/R-pwF9YGPNI/AAAAAAAAAFI/QRNKJ94Zkww/s72-c/The+Chicken+Brush.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333497046262794690.post-5913264495564076729</id><published>2008-03-18T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T11:31:56.577-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random stuff'/><title type='text'>School and jokes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/R-AI-hW0NII/AAAAAAAAAFA/pNlkhd78mo8/s1600-h/Friends.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/R-AI-hW0NII/AAAAAAAAAFA/pNlkhd78mo8/s320/Friends.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179149441675048066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of two of my school friends, Ania (on the left) and Katia. They are both very fun to be around, and they've helped me a lot during my long school years... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these are some of the typical school jokes that I came across on the web :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there another word for synonym?&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn’t there be a shorter word for monosyllabic?&lt;br /&gt;Why isn’t phonetic spelled the way it sounds?&lt;br /&gt;Why is the word abbreviation so long?&lt;br /&gt;If pro is the opposite of con, is progress the opposite of congress?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it called a building when it is already built?&lt;br /&gt;Why do fat chance and slim chance mean the same thing?&lt;br /&gt;Why is the time of day with the slowest traffic called rush hour?&lt;br /&gt;Why do the signs that say “Slow Children” have a picture of a running child?&lt;br /&gt;If vegetable oil comes from vegetables, where does baby oil come from?&lt;br /&gt;What do they call a coffee break at the Lipton Tea Company?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it called a TV set when you only get one?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that when you transport something by car, it’s called a shipment , but when you transport something by ship, it’s called cargo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. My favourite is about congress... No offense, just sounds really funny =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333497046262794690-5913264495564076729?l=themcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/5913264495564076729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333497046262794690&amp;postID=5913264495564076729' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333497046262794690/posts/default/5913264495564076729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333497046262794690/posts/default/5913264495564076729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcintosh.blogspot.com/2008/03/school-and-jokes.html' title='School and jokes'/><author><name>Ira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12998052644164393229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/R9UVChW0NGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TfwCk3zyPLQ/S220/Us.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/R-AI-hW0NII/AAAAAAAAAFA/pNlkhd78mo8/s72-c/Friends.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333497046262794690.post-4773573441434172278</id><published>2008-03-11T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T11:05:13.676-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random stuff'/><title type='text'>For jello lovers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/R9bHJxW0NHI/AAAAAAAAAEg/M9UOSvWcbbE/s1600-h/Jello.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/R9bHJxW0NHI/AAAAAAAAAEg/M9UOSvWcbbE/s320/Jello.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176543792390747250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This is specially for all fans of this delicious and easy dessert. My husband loves it, that's why I wanted to improvise and try the layers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah Zhenia, I know, not very spiritual... Do you still love your heathen sister? =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333497046262794690-4773573441434172278?l=themcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/4773573441434172278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333497046262794690&amp;postID=4773573441434172278' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333497046262794690/posts/default/4773573441434172278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333497046262794690/posts/default/4773573441434172278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcintosh.blogspot.com/2008/03/for-jello-lovers.html' title='For jello lovers'/><author><name>Ira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12998052644164393229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/R9UVChW0NGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TfwCk3zyPLQ/S220/Us.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/R9bHJxW0NHI/AAAAAAAAAEg/M9UOSvWcbbE/s72-c/Jello.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333497046262794690.post-6229352036739162033</id><published>2008-03-10T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T00:55:24.520-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random stuff'/><title type='text'>The same... and not the same</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/R9TmLxW0NDI/AAAAAAAAADs/yKs5EguZb6g/s1600-h/Bright+street.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/R9TmLxW0NDI/AAAAAAAAADs/yKs5EguZb6g/s320/Bright+street.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176014961657525298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of a random Nezhin street that I was happy to capture in its sunset beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the same street the next day!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/R9Tn2hW0NEI/AAAAAAAAAD0/IXguL-Shz3c/s1600-h/Red+Street.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/R9Tn2hW0NEI/AAAAAAAAAD0/IXguL-Shz3c/s320/Red+Street.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176016795608560706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't God awesome? Doesn't He deserve glory?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333497046262794690-6229352036739162033?l=themcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/6229352036739162033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333497046262794690&amp;postID=6229352036739162033' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333497046262794690/posts/default/6229352036739162033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333497046262794690/posts/default/6229352036739162033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcintosh.blogspot.com/2008/03/same-and-not-same.html' title='The same... and not the same'/><author><name>Ira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12998052644164393229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/R9UVChW0NGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TfwCk3zyPLQ/S220/Us.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/R9TmLxW0NDI/AAAAAAAAADs/yKs5EguZb6g/s72-c/Bright+street.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333497046262794690.post-5507464076363230651</id><published>2008-03-04T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T10:02:49.943-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random stuff'/><title type='text'>Just making sure... =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/R82DsSRLbII/AAAAAAAAADc/VqDXH9d3YYw/s1600-h/Guards.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/R82DsSRLbII/AAAAAAAAADc/VqDXH9d3YYw/s320/Guards.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173936343759940738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw those two, we were in a terrible rush doing errands around Brovary, but I still took a couple minutes to take a picture of them. Looks like they don't trust the people who work there and are just making sure that everything is going fine ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/R82NyCRLbJI/AAAAAAAAADk/TuqtIQ6gt3Y/s1600-h/Guards+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/R82NyCRLbJI/AAAAAAAAADk/TuqtIQ6gt3Y/s320/Guards+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173947437660466322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333497046262794690-5507464076363230651?l=themcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/5507464076363230651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333497046262794690&amp;postID=5507464076363230651' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333497046262794690/posts/default/5507464076363230651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333497046262794690/posts/default/5507464076363230651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcintosh.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-making-sure.html' title='Just making sure... =)'/><author><name>Ira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12998052644164393229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/R9UVChW0NGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TfwCk3zyPLQ/S220/Us.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/R82DsSRLbII/AAAAAAAAADc/VqDXH9d3YYw/s72-c/Guards.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333497046262794690.post-3379690657038346958</id><published>2008-03-01T01:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T09:46:00.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Birthday for Little Vika</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/R8mVRw0C94I/AAAAAAAAADQ/467HqMOhdcA/s1600-h/Candles.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/R8mVRw0C94I/AAAAAAAAADQ/467HqMOhdcA/s320/Candles.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172829779405240194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a week ago Little Vika had a birthday.... (shhh! Don't tell anyone!! =)&lt;br /&gt;So we threw a little party for her at church, and had some fun.&lt;br /&gt;The cake was supposed to have a writing " Cake for an angel", but as it usually happens  the candles melted the whipped cream... though anyone didn't seem to have a problem with that =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333497046262794690-3379690657038346958?l=themcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/3379690657038346958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333497046262794690&amp;postID=3379690657038346958' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333497046262794690/posts/default/3379690657038346958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333497046262794690/posts/default/3379690657038346958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcintosh.blogspot.com/2008/03/big-birthday-for-little-vika.html' title='Big Birthday for Little Vika'/><author><name>Ira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12998052644164393229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/R9UVChW0NGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TfwCk3zyPLQ/S220/Us.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/R8mVRw0C94I/AAAAAAAAADQ/467HqMOhdcA/s72-c/Candles.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333497046262794690.post-5199175443745681482</id><published>2008-02-26T10:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T13:50:15.910-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>McIntosh insight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/R8gtsA0C93I/AAAAAAAAADI/CWmKD1htT9A/s1600-h/Husband+baking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/R8gtsA0C93I/AAAAAAAAADI/CWmKD1htT9A/s320/Husband+baking.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172434406190806898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I guess most of those who read this blog know that Will is all into coffee and everything related to it. Paul calls him a coffee snob, because he likes brown sugar in his coffee. =) &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, probably fewer of you know that Will is also a great cook. My first chicken cordon bleu and the chicken ceasar salad and all mexican food that can be made in Ukraine came from him. &lt;br /&gt;But, as there is no perfection within men, my husband is not an exception: he is only good with cooking. BAKING, on the other hand, is left for me. Somehow anything that has to do with batter and baking comes out... well, wrong. (I love you honey!)&lt;br /&gt;This picture shows the incredible amount of struggle with the dough hidden under the humble countenance of my dear husband =)The product was meant to be homemade pizza dough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333497046262794690-5199175443745681482?l=themcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/5199175443745681482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333497046262794690&amp;postID=5199175443745681482' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333497046262794690/posts/default/5199175443745681482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333497046262794690/posts/default/5199175443745681482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcintosh.blogspot.com/2008/02/mcintosh-insight.html' title='McIntosh insight'/><author><name>Ira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12998052644164393229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/R9UVChW0NGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TfwCk3zyPLQ/S220/Us.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/R8gtsA0C93I/AAAAAAAAADI/CWmKD1htT9A/s72-c/Husband+baking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333497046262794690.post-5148411234096160897</id><published>2008-02-14T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T09:46:01.159-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Terem'/><title type='text'>The Secret...</title><content type='html'>So as I was reading through, to my mind, totally genius stack of posts "Things we don't have in Ukraine" I remembered something that even to me seemed weird =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a new supermarket in Nizhyn that we love since it's so close to our place. Well, there's a small bank "office" that gives loans for cars and other things. As a way to attract attention there's a car right next to the secretary table.   And that's alright with me, except that Will once wondered: " How did they even get this car in here??"  &lt;br /&gt;And really, there are no doors or windows wide enough for a car to go through. Now our only explanation is that they built the supermarket around the car =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS I know that the secret is probably very simple, but this way it's more mysterious and triggers imagination =) I will try to get a picture of it later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333497046262794690-5148411234096160897?l=themcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/5148411234096160897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333497046262794690&amp;postID=5148411234096160897' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333497046262794690/posts/default/5148411234096160897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333497046262794690/posts/default/5148411234096160897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcintosh.blogspot.com/2008/02/khjdfsa.html' title='The Secret...'/><author><name>Ira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12998052644164393229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/R9UVChW0NGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TfwCk3zyPLQ/S220/Us.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333497046262794690.post-4324118348259449661</id><published>2008-02-14T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T08:24:54.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;First I'm sorry for everyone who probably looked up our blog before and found bare prairie of brown nothingness... We created this blog long ago but then unfortunately found out that our internet is not fast enough to upload many pictures. And a blog without pics is not fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But then today I was checking out some other people's blogs and caught myself on a thought that I encounter a lot of things that are worth sharing about, or just 'cultural observations' as Jake and Anya call it.  Probably it will be a better use of a blog space =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4333497046262794690-4324118348259449661?l=themcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/4324118348259449661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4333497046262794690&amp;postID=4324118348259449661' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333497046262794690/posts/default/4324118348259449661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4333497046262794690/posts/default/4324118348259449661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcintosh.blogspot.com/2008/02/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>Ira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12998052644164393229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cBIU-zMDS50/R9UVChW0NGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TfwCk3zyPLQ/S220/Us.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
