<?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-33828146</id><updated>2011-10-10T07:45:54.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>flip flops anonymous</title><subtitle type='html'>What can I say? I'm addicted!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>91</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-5104214588018494962</id><published>2007-04-05T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T04:24:05.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EH2: An American Invasion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpXU4TGv0ck/RhXhS3V81vI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Mi4vYG_WgWk/s1600-h/cape+reunion+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050190271375791858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpXU4TGv0ck/RhXhS3V81vI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Mi4vYG_WgWk/s320/cape+reunion+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Wednesday night our lives were changed forever *dun dun dun*. Four American guys (Jared, Justin, Evan and Kyle) came to stay at Megs' house for their 'Spring Break' (they attend  Maltnoma Bible College in Oregon). Megs went to Capernwary England with Evan and the other three guys came along for the "Canadian Adventure". Oh man, what a BLAST we had with those guys!!!! They are quality guys who are passionate about God and just know how to have some darn good old fashioned fun!! I had the priviledge of hanging out with them every day that they were here...we went to White Rock, into Vancouver, had games nights, went to White Spot, had sushi, took lots of stupid pictures and laughed...ohhhh how we laughed :) We really miss them!! One of the BEST laughs came within the first few minutes of meeting the guys. Megs and I made a sign that said 'Welcome to Canada'. There was a maple leaf in the center of the poster and inside it said 'EH?'. HOWEVER, Justin took one look at it and said "What is EH2?" We busted up laughing. Here is one of the many pictures that we took...I call it 'the perfect American/Canadian sandwich'. The guys are the bread and we are the pb&amp;amp; jelly in the middle!! Here's to new friends!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-5104214588018494962?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/5104214588018494962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=5104214588018494962' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/5104214588018494962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/5104214588018494962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2007/04/eh2-american-invasion.html' title='EH2: An American Invasion'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpXU4TGv0ck/RhXhS3V81vI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Mi4vYG_WgWk/s72-c/cape+reunion+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-3288695775924454307</id><published>2007-03-26T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T21:22:49.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>24/7 week of prayer</title><content type='html'>"If my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then will I hear from heaven and will forgive their sin and will heal their land" 2 Chronicles 7:14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this entire week the 24/7 prayer room is open at our church. It is open to everyone...not just members of our church, not just believers, not 'all star' prayers ;) Anyone is welcome. It truly is an amazing experience...I cannot even begin to explain. Don't come with an agenda...come to listen, come to worship, come to create, come to speak. You will be blessed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-3288695775924454307?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/3288695775924454307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=3288695775924454307' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/3288695775924454307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/3288695775924454307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2007/03/247-week-of-prayer.html' title='24/7 week of prayer'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-599359677940868015</id><published>2007-03-23T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T04:24:06.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't do drugs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpXU4TGv0ck/RgR8MeCW-rI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ubKXTVdgkns/s1600-h/narcs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045294036225030834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="176" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpXU4TGv0ck/RgR8MeCW-rI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ubKXTVdgkns/s320/narcs.jpg" width="171" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my 'classic lines' when I walk in the front door is "Mum, guess what happened TODAY??". According to my mum, I always have a story. I'm not sure if it's because I get into random situtations or if it's more that I love telling stories and try to make even the simplest story entertaining (yes, embellishment IS a key component of story telling...haha). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, today there is no need to embellish THIS story. It all started while Jessica and I were waiting in the truck crossing border line....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jessica and I decided to take a little shopping trip down to good ol' Bellis Fair. Everything was going according to plan. We arrived at the border and were waiting (somewhat) patiently in the line up that seemed to stretch on forever!! While we were talking in the car I noticed some type of officer (he had those fancy pants and a hat on) walking around looking at vehicles. Suddenly he looked at my vehicle, walked over and did the 'roll down your window' motion. Naturally I complied (it's the border...you do whatever they say). "Hello there ma'am" (Americans talk funny sometimes...haha). "Hello" I replied (I know, so original). "Where are you headed today?" he asked. "Bellis Fair" I responded. *Now, I should mention at this point that I'm kind of wondering WHY he is asking us these questions BEFORE we get up to the border and I'm ALSO wondering WHY he hadn't stopped to talk to any other people in their vehicles*. "Do you have any narcotics in your vehicle?" "No I do not". NOW, what REALLY threw me for a loop is the question he asked next!! "Would you LIKE to have some narcotics in your vehicle?". *WHA?! Hold up, I'm thinking. Is this some sort of trick question??* "Uhh, no I would NOT like to have any narcotics in my vehicle!" (Good answer, I thought to myself). "Well, I'm kinda wondering if you wouldn't mind..." *insert confusion for Maia and Jessica* "You see, we are training some of our sniffer dogs and I would like to hide some narcotics in the side door of your car". "Oh" I responded (this sounded exciting to me) "Ya no problem, go ahead". He then proceeded to open my rear passenger door and hide a packet between the seat and the door. As SOON as he closed the door Jessica and I burst into fits of laughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Why on earth were WE chosen?!" "Do we look like people who would be sneaking narcotics into the US?" were the questions that flew back and forth. "Gosh, I wonder what kind of drugs they are??" "Do you think they would notice if someone peaked at the drugs??" "I have never done drugs...I wonder what they look like??" Then "Imagine if they had a voice recorder stashed inside the drugs...they'd have a hay day listening to our ridiculous banter!!". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were very excited as we approached the border guard in his booth. I suddenly turned to Jessica and asked "What if that guy isn't really an officer?" "What if the dogs DON'T come and we sneak narcotics into the US!!" "What if there are reminants of the narcotics IN my car afterwards and, on the way home, we are pulled over and arrested for supposed drug possession!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After what seemed like hours (ok, it was a matter of minutes) we FINALLY approached the booth. Then we saw it...the dog. He was sniffing the cars in the other line ups. The officer and the dog started walking towards our car *This was it!!* "Excuse me, could you please turn off your car" asked the border man (that was a new one). "Oh, sure". The dog made his way around my vehicle...his nose eagerly attempting to get a whiff of something, somewhere. For some reason I felt nervous. I knew I was hiding something illegal (and I knew that THEY knew that) but I couldn't decide if I wanted the narcotics to be discovered or not. Suddenly, the dog began barking and scratching at my back door!! The officer opened up the door and took out the narcotics "Good girl, good girl!!" he loudly praised the dog. "Thank you ma'am, you can go". I attempted to start my car...no luck. Oops, guess you have to put it in PARK in order to start it *yay for me and my shining moment...* ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-599359677940868015?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/599359677940868015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=599359677940868015' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/599359677940868015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/599359677940868015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2007/03/dont-do-drugs.html' title='Don&apos;t do drugs'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpXU4TGv0ck/RgR8MeCW-rI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ubKXTVdgkns/s72-c/narcs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-2283865309503646971</id><published>2007-03-22T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T04:24:06.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My other half of crazy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpXU4TGv0ck/RgLGXOCW-qI/AAAAAAAAAD4/LDHZVZhGeV4/s1600-h/naam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044812634815658658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpXU4TGv0ck/RgLGXOCW-qI/AAAAAAAAAD4/LDHZVZhGeV4/s320/naam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpXU4TGv0ck/RgLGNuCW-pI/AAAAAAAAADw/l_4dBhk7SAM/s1600-h/ohdear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044812471606901394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpXU4TGv0ck/RgLGNuCW-pI/AAAAAAAAADw/l_4dBhk7SAM/s320/ohdear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpXU4TGv0ck/RgLGFeCW-oI/AAAAAAAAADo/eD5l6-l9owc/s1600-h/what.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044812329872980610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpXU4TGv0ck/RgLGFeCW-oI/AAAAAAAAADo/eD5l6-l9owc/s320/what.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpXU4TGv0ck/RgLF8-CW-nI/AAAAAAAAADg/BDlzrhb21pA/s1600-h/sushi!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044812183844092530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpXU4TGv0ck/RgLF8-CW-nI/AAAAAAAAADg/BDlzrhb21pA/s320/sushi!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpXU4TGv0ck/RgLFz-CW-mI/AAAAAAAAADY/q33D_Y10YKw/s1600-h/pretty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044812029225269858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpXU4TGv0ck/RgLFz-CW-mI/AAAAAAAAADY/q33D_Y10YKw/s320/pretty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpXU4TGv0ck/RgLFlOCW-lI/AAAAAAAAADQ/T5WajG8cd54/s1600-h/hughmilo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044811775822199378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpXU4TGv0ck/RgLFlOCW-lI/AAAAAAAAADQ/T5WajG8cd54/s320/hughmilo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Megs and I have been friends for 8 years. We first met at youth group and ended up leading a small group for teen Alpha together. I think we knew that it was going to be a long lasting friendship when we both realized how hyperactive we got together at one of the Alpha retreats. Megs is DEFINITELY more crazy than I (it's true!!) but when I'm with her, I rise to the occasion!! My mum always knows when I've hung out with Megs because she says "you're wired...you've been with Megs, haven't you?" (haha). Anyways, over the years we have developed a strong friendship...one that is FULL of laughter, randomness, deep discussions, shallow discussions and just enjoying one anothers company :) It is a worthwhile investment and a friendship that has carried me through many difficult times. Here are some random photos of us just because :) If you want to see a WHOLE ALBUM check out our facebooks :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-2283865309503646971?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/2283865309503646971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=2283865309503646971' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/2283865309503646971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/2283865309503646971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-other-half-of-crazy.html' title='My other half of crazy...'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpXU4TGv0ck/RgLGXOCW-qI/AAAAAAAAAD4/LDHZVZhGeV4/s72-c/naam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-8838819017913433662</id><published>2007-03-20T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T04:24:07.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>plea sack chore rage</title><content type='html'>I'll admit...most of the time I still feel really young. Every once in awhile I think to myself "Gosh, I'm a university graduate! Heck, I'm a TEACHER! When did &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; happen?!" However, there &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt; times where I begin to notice that I AM in fact getting older. For example...it's so strange that some of my youth girls, that I've known since Grade 8, are graduating this year!! Or when I go to certain concerts (and go all crazy in the mosh pit) I look around me and most of the people look 16 or younger. Yesterday I went to visit a friend who is currently living in the dorm I lived in my first year. We walked into her dorm and she said to her roomates "Hey! My friend used to live in this dorm!" "Oh really!" they responded, "when??". I thought about it for a minute and said "uhh, six years ago". "Oh" *pause* "that was awhile ago".&lt;br /&gt;Today Kayla (who is graduating from high school this year) and I took the skytrain into New Westminster to look at grad dresses. I decided to get into the 'grad spirit' and try dresses along with her (always fun). I found myself gravitating towards the more 'practical' dresses. Dresses that could be worn to more than just the grad function itself *a sign of aging according to my Mum*. A lot of the dresses were beautiful! But some gowns looked like something that Malibu Barbie would wear to her prom! I saw girls trying on dresses so puffy that they'd have to turn sideways to fit through the door! Or the popular 'mermaid style' dress where (according to the sales associate) you kinda lean back and 'fall' in order to sit down! The ladies were very helpful and would 'ooh' and 'ahh'. "Grad is a night you'll remember!" they said. "Ohh I bet !" I replied and smiled at Kayla. It's good to know that, even though I could be teaching these 'soon to be graduates', I could actually still pass for one!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure this is how it will always be. That, no matter what age you are, you still feel young. When I turn 40 I'll probably think "WHAT?! I'm 40!!" Or, if/when I ever buy my own house I will say "Since when am I responsible enough to purchase my own home! Who in their right mind is letting me do this" BAH! Ahh well, I think I'll stick with the infamous expression and always be young at heart. Besides, who am I kidding?? Me? Grown up? Never! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpXU4TGv0ck/RgCFyeCW-kI/AAAAAAAAADI/MqJIfHQQ62I/s1600-h/hipgranny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044178684757867074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="187" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpXU4TGv0ck/RgCFyeCW-kI/AAAAAAAAADI/MqJIfHQQ62I/s320/hipgranny.jpg" width="110" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-8838819017913433662?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/8838819017913433662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=8838819017913433662' title='241 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/8838819017913433662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/8838819017913433662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2007/03/plea-sack-chore-rage.html' title='plea sack chore rage'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpXU4TGv0ck/RgCFyeCW-kI/AAAAAAAAADI/MqJIfHQQ62I/s72-c/hipgranny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>241</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-138971860552373515</id><published>2007-03-11T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T04:24:07.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>those summer blues...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpXU4TGv0ck/RfTPmeuxEiI/AAAAAAAAADA/mcOUHOhVX1Y/s1600-h/amazingdinner.jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040882142925623842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpXU4TGv0ck/RfTPmeuxEiI/AAAAAAAAADA/mcOUHOhVX1Y/s320/amazingdinner.jpg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Megs informed me that an update is long overdue. My life, as per usual, has been very 'full' and I'm really enjoying this year (both the joys and the challenges). Some highlights from the past week have been: having a good chat/dinner with Jess, being reminded of how dependent I am on God in my ministry to youth, attending The Core conference on helping hurting teens (no, we were not trained how to hurt them...haha), going to a Mexican Fiesta party at Mel's and meeting new people/playing the telephone pictionary game (what?! that said ocean space, not outer space?!), getting to know people in the church better at the 'Guess who's coming to lunch?' event, spending lots of quality 'snuggle' time with our new baby, grunting and pretending to be all 'manly' with Mel while watching '300' with 14 guys, going to an avacado themed party at Liz and Anna's, catching up with Kayla and sharing what we've been learning about in 'Velvet Elvis', teaching sex-ed to a bunch of Grade 6 students, swimming laps with all of the elderly people while a techno version of ABBA broadcasts in the pool, going for a windy walk with Corrie, bringing Kristian some 'treats' (candy and beef jerky) to help cheer him up after a hard day at work, feeling like I'm back in Noah's day ABOUT TO DROWN IN ALL OF THE FREAKIN RAIN and longing for summer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for summer. I love summer. Summer makes me happy. I really do enjoy each of the seasons. I love the vast array of colours that Fall presents, Spring signifies 'newness' and some of my favorite flowers (daffodils, cherry blossoms and tulips) finally make their appearance. And then there's winter with its chilly nights, warm drinks, scarves, mittens and blanket of snow. And then, summer :) Summer means warm nights, bonfires, camping, walking barefoot in the sand with the sunset as your backdrop, relaxation, tube rides and drive ins. Summer makes me feel alive. I'm waiting in anticipation...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-138971860552373515?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/138971860552373515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=138971860552373515' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/138971860552373515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/138971860552373515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2007/03/those-summer-blues.html' title='those summer blues...'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpXU4TGv0ck/RfTPmeuxEiI/AAAAAAAAADA/mcOUHOhVX1Y/s72-c/amazingdinner.jpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-7918020672609810171</id><published>2007-02-28T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T04:24:07.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my life ROCKS!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpXU4TGv0ck/ReZ5JR5MA5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/WipEDudRz_4/s1600-h/Friends+2007+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036846433589527442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="196" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpXU4TGv0ck/ReZ5JR5MA5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/WipEDudRz_4/s320/Friends+2007+076.jpg" width="274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpXU4TGv0ck/ReZ3eR5MA4I/AAAAAAAAACo/11Y5y0BleN0/s1600-h/Friends+2007+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036844595343524738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="188" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpXU4TGv0ck/ReZ3eR5MA4I/AAAAAAAAACo/11Y5y0BleN0/s320/Friends+2007+019.jpg" width="276" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a pretty darn good life :) Things we experience, such as rocking out at an AMAZING concert or laughing at a hilarious movie, aren't truly as fun if they aren't enjoyed with good company...&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Dan, Megs and I drove down into Seattle to see Snow Patrol live in concert (can I get a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;woot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;woot&lt;/span&gt;?!). After a smooth border crossing, lunch at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Quizno's&lt;/span&gt; and a speeding ticket for Dan (oops) we found our way into the big and bold city of Seattle. I have to give 'kudos' to Dan for being such a good navigator...I am most definitely 'directionally challenged'. I also have to give him kudos for surving a day with two very enthusiastic girls who like to shop and find everything terribly exciting. Before seeing Snow Patrol we hung out at the Pikes Place Market (a very eclectic market full of fish, bobbleheads and other nick-nacks), enjoyed some Starbucks, tried to see who could get the most waves from passerbyers while sitting in Starbucks (I don't actually know who won but I got a pretty darn good head nod!! HA!!), took lots of ridiculous photos and wandered around an abandoned adventure park (lil creepy but fun). *sidebar: it is a myth that they throw fish around at the Market...I think the fishermen will if you buy a fish...unfortunately for me I don't like fish....*&lt;br /&gt;Finally it was time for the concert. We were in the 'seated' section of the Key Arena (as opposed to the floor). It was kinda lame b/c people didn't stand up and the people on the floor weren't groovin!! HOWEVER, in true "Megs and Maia concert" fashion, we took matters into our own hands...we moved to a less 'busy' section and danced/jumped our little hearts out :) The music was PHENOMENAL. They played all of the songs we hoped they would AND MORE!! They even played 4 more songs in the encore!! We absolutely LOVED the entire experience :) I would go and see them again in a HEARTBEAT!! And those Irish are darn hilarious...sooo good!!&lt;br /&gt;Today I also enjoyed a fun day with friends. I slept over at Megs' house last night and then met up with Ryan, Mel and Ben for sushi in Langley where we enjoyed good food and, not suprising, some good laughs ;) After a very boring meeting in Abbotsford and a drive through a snow storm (woo hoo) I met up with Tyson for some appies at BP's where he had the "worst garlic toast of his life". We laughed. We then headed over to Colossus to meet up with Mel, Megs, Ryan and Ben to watch "Music and Lyrics". Tys and I were a bit 'hesitant' (looked like a classic chick flick) but it was AWESOME!! Hugh Grant's lines were freakin hilarious and, I just HAVE to say it...he was dang hot!! Even the guys loved it!!&lt;br /&gt;I really like my friends :) They find the 'simple' things in life fun and are just darn cool people!! I love you all!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-7918020672609810171?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/7918020672609810171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=7918020672609810171' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/7918020672609810171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/7918020672609810171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-life-rocks.html' title='my life ROCKS!!'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpXU4TGv0ck/ReZ5JR5MA5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/WipEDudRz_4/s72-c/Friends+2007+076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-3768797671309972469</id><published>2007-02-24T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T04:24:07.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>College fling...</title><content type='html'>Tonight I was reminded of an old fling I had back in my 'college days'. This fling was like none I'd had before. It was different. Perhaps this was because he was a cardboard cutout....the only cardboard cut out I have ever dated for that matter...&lt;br /&gt;I was introduced to Josh through my dorm neighbours, Heather and Lyndsay. I think it was love at first sight...there was an instant connection. Josh understood me. He would listen for HOURS and, no matter what I said, he would smile back at me. Josh was a bit of a rebel. He would hang out in the girls dorms ALL the time and would pose for hours in the window. I also appreciated the fact that he was extremely respectful. He allowed me my 'personal space' and would never argue back. He ALWAYS beat me at staring contests and found the best hiding spots during hide and seek. No one could find him!! (we later found him squished behind the fridge). One evening Josh and I enjoyed a romantic slow dance *sigh* He was a pretty good dancer...a bit stiff at times but, overall, it was really nice. I wish I could say that things stayed this way forever, but they didn't...&lt;br /&gt;I started to wonder if Josh was in FACT the 'ideal boyfriend'. He had a rather &lt;em&gt;flat &lt;/em&gt;personality and was not very &lt;em&gt;deep.&lt;/em&gt; I began to doubt whether he really cared about what mattered in life because nothing seemed to phase him. I grew tired of doing all of the talking...I felt that our relationship was very one-sided. I questioned whether he was a bit too shallow for me...a bit too much of a dormat. He couldn't even stand up for himself!! And that smile (that I had so previously loved) began to look fake and plastered on his face. He only had one emotion: happy!! One day, I came crying into the room to announce that I thought I had failed a mid-term and he just smiled, that same goofy smile!! I told him it was over. I told him that I was tired of doing all of the talking. He just smiled.&lt;br /&gt;Several weeks later I went to visit Heather and Lyndsay. They gently broke the news that Josh was gone. He had been stolen...&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes think about Josh. I wonder if things could have worked out between us. I guess I'll never know. However, whenever I see a cardboard cutout I smile fondly. Then I try to make them blink/move (a game Josh and I used to play). It hasn't worked as of yet...but maybe...one day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpXU4TGv0ck/ReEomSfXdqI/AAAAAAAAACc/uLVtmb0euY0/s1600-h/cardboards.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035350496640464546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="189" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpXU4TGv0ck/ReEomSfXdqI/AAAAAAAAACc/uLVtmb0euY0/s320/cardboards.jpg" width="274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-3768797671309972469?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/3768797671309972469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=3768797671309972469' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/3768797671309972469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/3768797671309972469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2007/02/college-fling.html' title='College fling...'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpXU4TGv0ck/ReEomSfXdqI/AAAAAAAAACc/uLVtmb0euY0/s72-c/cardboards.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-8724746579017987007</id><published>2007-02-22T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T16:16:39.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A "rebel" with a cause...</title><content type='html'>Several days ago my Aunt Doris (technically my Dad's Aunt) passed away. The phone rang at 10:30 pm (which recently has meant 'bad news') and I instantly wondered "I wonder if it's about my Grandma or my Aunt". I stayed on the phone to listen to what the nurse had to say: "Hello Sir. I am very sorry to inform you that your Aunt passed away 5 minutes ago". I hung up the phone. After my dad finished speaking with the nurse we all just kind of sat around and reflected on my Aunt's life. She was an extremely fascinating woman. Had many 'suitors' but never married. Never had any children of her own. She always like to stir the pot and had the ability to make everyone laugh. I liked her. I liked her because she said what she thought. I liked her because she seemed 'in touch' with what was happening in the world. She was very insightful. I asked my dad about funeral arrangments and was surprised to hear that she was having her memorial in a funeral home. My Aunt Doris was a devout Christian and was very connected with her church in Abbotsford. My dad smiled and replied "That Doris...a rebel even until the end. She wanted to make a statement by being cremated and having her memorial in a funeral home". If you knew my dad's family you would understand that this is very uncommon. They aren't THAT 'old school' or legalistic but some of my dad's relatives have funny ideas about cremation (not very logical to me but that's besides the point) and about where a funeral should be held. I was proud of my Aunt. I think that, in some small way, I have a bit of that 'fighter' spirit in me too. Or maybe it's not that we are 'fighters'....perhaps we're just stubborn as heck. Either way, I'm ok with it. On Saturday our family will gather together to honour her and pay tribute to her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be greatly missed Aunt Doris. I'll make sure that, from time to time, the pot is still stirred ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-8724746579017987007?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/8724746579017987007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=8724746579017987007' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/8724746579017987007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/8724746579017987007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2007/02/rebel-with-cause.html' title='A &quot;rebel&quot; with a cause...'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-2965940108797617616</id><published>2007-02-20T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T17:52:10.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta love Pastor jokes...</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday PK (aka: Pastor Ken) was preaching on a passage in 1 Peter (wives/husbands). He used two joke illustrations for his sermon...one was BEYOND cheezy and the other actually made me laugh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joke #1 (I like this one): One day a husband asked his wife "Honey, why is it that the Lord made women so beautiful but also so naive?" The woman responded "Well, that's easy. God made women beautiful so that we would catch your attention. God made women naive so that you would catch ours" BAHA!! I loved it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joke #2 (warning: this joke is brutal): A husband and wife were arguing over who should make the coffee in the morning. "But you always make breakfast for us. This is part of your responsibilty as well" argued the husband. "Well you get up before me and it makes sense if you make the coffee because it will be ready by the time we want to drink it" responded the wife. She then added "Besides, it says in the Bible that men are supposed to make the coffee!" The husband laughed and said "Show me where in the Bible it says that and I'll make the coffee". The woman went over to her Bible and opened it up. "See, on the top of several pages it says it: Hebrews".  INSERT GONG!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-2965940108797617616?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/2965940108797617616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=2965940108797617616' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/2965940108797617616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/2965940108797617616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2007/02/gotta-love-pastor-jokes.html' title='Gotta love Pastor jokes...'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-7959563579552837933</id><published>2007-02-18T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T20:52:54.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A full heart...</title><content type='html'>Today in church Pastor Ken asked us to greet those around us and tell them something that we're thankful for. I have much to be thankful for this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A good conversation with a buddy I hadn't seen in awhile.&lt;br /&gt;- Peace in knowing that my Auntie Doris is in heaven with Christ.&lt;br /&gt;- Reconciliation with a friend.&lt;br /&gt;- Knowing that the sadness I feel over saying goodbye to two very dear friends means that we truly bonded. I am thankful for them and for the opportunity I will have to, one day, see them again.&lt;br /&gt;- Having solid friendships where we can just sit, watch a movie on a laptop and enjoy one another's company.&lt;br /&gt;- An overdose of Valentine's chocolate ;)&lt;br /&gt;- God's faithfulness in Sarah and Kristian's life.&lt;br /&gt;- Getting to go to a Snow Patrol concert in Seattle!!&lt;br /&gt;- Hardships that build perseverence and develop our character.&lt;br /&gt;- Laughter.&lt;br /&gt;- Enjoying three free cheesecake samples in Yaletown yesterday ;) Heh heh...&lt;br /&gt;- A good book that is challenging me in my faith.&lt;br /&gt;- A church family that continues to bless my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I thank you for all of these things. Both the joys and the challenges...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-7959563579552837933?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/7959563579552837933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=7959563579552837933' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/7959563579552837933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/7959563579552837933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2007/02/full-heart.html' title='A full heart...'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-6464335036693442591</id><published>2007-02-16T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T04:24:08.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snipits from my life...</title><content type='html'>I thought I'd post a few photo's to show what I've been up to during the past few weeks. Can I just say that life is good? And by good I don't mean that everything is always 'perfect' and that life isn't full of challenges/struggles. But that's what makes life worth it, isn't it?? I've been BEYOND blessed by such amazing friends and family and by a God who is continuing to captivate my heart. As I was driving in my car yesterday I got goosebumps just thinking about Him...I'm in love!! I've really been learning about what it means to be genuine in my faith (there's that word Megs). Just being real, authentic. Being a Christian does NOT mean that life is always 'peachy' and that we don't screw up (believe you me, I am a professional 'screwer upper'). I am in need of a Saviour, that's why I follow Christ. I love how Rob Bell explains 'evangelism' (he uses the analogy of a trampoline). "I am far more interested in jumping than I am in arguing about whose trampoline is better. You rarely defend the things you love. You enjoy them and tell others about them and invite others to enjoy them with you"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032230366018705042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpXU4TGv0ck/RdYS2yJ6lpI/AAAAAAAAABU/Qs99eEYZuZw/s320/fortcrew7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our South African friends were shocked to discover that the Royal Canadian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mounted Police allows black bears on staff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032230679551317666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zpXU4TGv0ck/RdYTJCJ6lqI/AAAAAAAAABc/e3rcq3I3fz0/s320/fortcrew6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                      Waiting to catch the seabus...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032230950134257330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpXU4TGv0ck/RdYTYyJ6lrI/AAAAAAAAABk/xMJFqINP7Zk/s320/fortcrew2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                             Plenty of Dutch Blitz fury!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032231293731641026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpXU4TGv0ck/RdYTsyJ6lsI/AAAAAAAAABs/jo9tqhpsQ0g/s320/fortcrew4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hanging out at Tys's new place (oooh, the floors are heated....)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032231547134711506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpXU4TGv0ck/RdYT7iJ6ltI/AAAAAAAAAB0/MYxOOHUh5fo/s320/fortcrew9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Celebrating Valentine's Day, pirate style (A few highlights from the night: Winning the Treasure Hunt, getting RIDICULOUSLY hyper with Megs, sword hockey, being the runner up in the costume contest, pirate dance parties in the kitchen, Rysu singing/dancing along to Beyonce, Liz/Anna's AMAZING pirate jokes, flicking candy/cookies that looked like poop off of my sword while my friends tried to catch it in their mouths...baha)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032232152725100258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpXU4TGv0ck/RdYUeyJ6luI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oUX29ymW2tk/s320/fortcrew8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                                  Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-6464335036693442591?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/6464335036693442591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=6464335036693442591' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/6464335036693442591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/6464335036693442591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2007/02/snipits-from-my-life.html' title='Snipits from my life...'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zpXU4TGv0ck/RdYS2yJ6lpI/AAAAAAAAABU/Qs99eEYZuZw/s72-c/fortcrew7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-9021965932129775777</id><published>2007-02-14T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T04:24:09.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpXU4TGv0ck/RdNDtCJ6liI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ww_vtRc2E6M/s1600-h/rocks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031439649654609442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="160" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpXU4TGv0ck/RdNDtCJ6liI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ww_vtRc2E6M/s320/rocks.jpg" width="197" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well dear friends, it has come. Yup, today is Valentine's Day! I have never really been a big 'fan' of Valentine's Day. I have always grumbled that it is a day for consumers, a day where (most gifts) are given with very little thought and more a sense of obligation and that people should express their love the other 364 days of the year as well. However, all that changed last year...last year I decided to fully embrace Valentine's Day. This time last year I was doing my PDP practicum in a Grade 4/5 classroom and, let me tell you, Valentine's Day is a BIG deal for kids. We spent all week making our Valentine's mailboxes and doing Valentine's crosswords and art activities. By the time the day finally arrived I was more excited than my students!! I recieved chocolates, flowers, homemade cards and even some Valentine's greetings from celebrities such as Spiderman and Sponge Bob (sorry Spongey, you're just not my type). SO, to all of my friends I just want to wish you a very HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!! I love you and I'm thankful that you are a part of my life :) If you aren't my friend and are reading this *cough stalker* then I suppose I love you too ;) Take the time to tell your friends/family what they mean to you today and EVERYDAY of the year :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps - tonight is the Pirate Valentine's Day Party!! (Gosh - you know what would make my night? If Jack Sparrow showed up and asked me to be his Valentine...*sigh*)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-9021965932129775777?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/9021965932129775777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=9021965932129775777' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/9021965932129775777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/9021965932129775777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2007/02/well-dear-friends-it-has-come.html' title=''/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zpXU4TGv0ck/RdNDtCJ6liI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ww_vtRc2E6M/s72-c/rocks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-6534890488977320985</id><published>2007-02-12T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T22:28:50.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So long, farewell...</title><content type='html'>On Saturday our dear friends Audri and David are leaving us *sniff* and heading back home to South Africa. Gosh darnit, I'm going to miss those guys!! We have had a lot of fun over this past year and made a lot of good memories that I will cherish for a lifetime :) It's really hard to say 'goodbye'...but the COOL thing about being in the family of God is that goodbye's are never forever. Also *bonus* we'll see Audri and David in Australia later this year...woo hoo!! On Saturday we are going to go into Vancouver to say 'bon voyage' at the Airport and then hang out in Vancouver for the evening. If you're interested in taking part, let me know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-6534890488977320985?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/6534890488977320985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=6534890488977320985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/6534890488977320985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/6534890488977320985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2007/02/so-long-farewell.html' title='So long, farewell...'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-8328276074065965612</id><published>2007-02-11T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T04:24:09.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life according to Maia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpXU4TGv0ck/Rc-UOSJ6lhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uTno1w5RDZQ/s1600-h/s%27mores.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030402281908639250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="166" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpXU4TGv0ck/Rc-UOSJ6lhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uTno1w5RDZQ/s320/s%27mores.jpg" width="261" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some of my random thoughts/'happenings' from this past week:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Yesterday morning Mel and I went for a 'rotic date' (a date without the 'man') to White Rock. We walked along the pier, played stick/rock baseball, took silly photos and enjoyed some delicious fish and chips. Mmmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Random fact for the day: If your parents never had children it is most likely that you will also never have children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- You can 'create' a summertime experience by having a hot tub / s'more party...even if it's February!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Lint burns really well in a fire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I went to see a play at TWU on Friday night. Although I can't remember the title of the play, it really struck a chord with me. I need to get out of my 'bubble' sometimes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Dancing in Robson Lounge is really fun...especially when you are 'discovered' by strangers...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I enjoy meeting random new people. On Friday night we ended up talking to this guy Will for over two hours. And, amazingly enough, we have mutual friends!! My favorite part of the night: Demonstrating who Terry Fox was for Jessica.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Apparently the TWU Art Department still has some of my artwork. As we were looking at the artwork that was on display I suddenly said "Hey! That's my piece!" I was tempted to steal it...frame and all. I resisted that urge...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- The Office makes me really happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Breaking old habits is hard and I often lack self control...sometimes I get really frustrated with myself. Thankfully God doesn't give up on me...He continuously 'breaks my fall' and reminds me to keep pressing forward...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I'm enjoying 1 Peter. Currently I'm very challenged by these verses: "Dear friends, I urge you, as aliens and strangers in the world, to abstain from sinful desires, which war against your soul. Live such good lives among the pagans that, though they accuse you of doing wrong, they may see your good deeds and glorify God on the day he visits us" (2: 11-12)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I love genuine outpourings of the heart...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- "You rarely defend the things you love. You enjoy them and tell others about them and invite others to enjoy them with you" Velvet Elvis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- On Friday Ben and I went out for coffee...it was a lot of fun. I have been blessed with amazing friends...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I need to learn to be more content. When we lack contentment, we are essentially saying to God "You don't know how to provide for me". I want to learn the art of contentment...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-8328276074065965612?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/8328276074065965612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=8328276074065965612' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/8328276074065965612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/8328276074065965612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2007/02/life-according-to-maia.html' title='Life according to Maia'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zpXU4TGv0ck/Rc-UOSJ6lhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uTno1w5RDZQ/s72-c/s%27mores.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-117105473471910697</id><published>2007-02-09T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T12:58:54.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just close your sleepy little eye balls...sandman's a comin!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/906/3545/1600/744195/seal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="124" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/906/3545/320/233536/seal.jpg" width="188" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A hug to the person who can name which Disney movie my title is from!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year has probably been my worst year for 'sleeping'. Perhaps this is due to the fact that I am adjusting to the 'regular working life' or that I have a personal 'wake up' service at 5:30 most mornings. AKA: Helen from the Abbotsford school district who I STILL maintain delights in waking people from their slumber!! Here's an example. I had called in to say I was unavailable to work (b/c I was already working for Langley). HOWEVER, Helen STILL called at 5:15 that morning to say "oh, are you available tomorrow?". FOR THE LOVE OF CHEESE WHY?!?! Anyways...I'm not angry or bitter *cough* Ok, perhaps slightly bitter but I AM thankful for the work :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a point to this entry you're asking yourself? Not really. But I have a 'story' to share that kind of goes along with the 'year of the lack of sleep' theme. So the other night started out like any other night. Everyone was asleep in their beds, the house was finally quiet. At 12:00 I was awoken by the sound of crying coming from downstairs. I opened my door and saw my mum trying to find her way down the stairs (in the dark) to my brother's room who was apparently having a nightmare. I went back to bed and, thankfully, fell right back to sleep. At 2:00 am the phone rang. I felt my heart sink as I realized it was too early for Helen...I thought my Grandma had passed away. I crawled out of bed (again) and went to hear what the call was about. I could hear my dad talking in a low voice on the phone. My dad's Aunt was in the hospital and was not doing well. My Auntie Doris has always been a 'fixture' in our lives. She never married and never had any children so she often joins us for family events. She is kind of my 'wild' Aunt who is extremely outspoken and leaves everyone in fits of laughter. I like her :) When she first met my brother-in-law she said "My my, aren't you a handsome fellow" and then made some comment about snatching him up herself. (Kristian didn't quite know how to respond). I felt badly for my dad. I could hear him saying "Yes I understand. I am going through the same thing with my mother right now. I'll be out to visit tomorrow". I think my dad is a very good nephew. He calls my Aunt Doris every week and often goes out to visit her/take her out for lunch. The visit was hard for him. After we had a little 'pow pow' in my parents room, I finally went back to bed. At 3:30 am I heard scratching on the wall. Bryson (Age: 2) was, suprisingly, very awake and singing happy songs to himself. Great. Now don't get me wrong, I love happy children. But I don't love happy/awake children at 3:30 am!! After a bottle and a firm 'night night' he finally went back to sleep. At 5:45 am the phone rang. This time it was Helen...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-117105473471910697?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/117105473471910697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=117105473471910697' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/117105473471910697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/117105473471910697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2007/02/just-close-your-sleepy-little-eye.html' title='Just close your sleepy little eye balls...sandman&apos;s a comin!!'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-117038256947115818</id><published>2007-02-01T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T18:16:09.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maple Syrup, Beaver Tails and 4 South Africans</title><content type='html'>So today was one of the FUNNEST days I've had in awhile :) Mel and I drove into Vancouver to meet up with Yanni, David, Ben (David's brother who is visiting from South Africa) and Ben's buddy Neku (also visiting from South Africa) for an 'explore Vancouver' day!! We had SUCH a blast!! I felt like a tourist in my own city and the weather was absolutely GORGEOUS!! In fact, I think I heard music from the mountains....&lt;br /&gt;We started out in Gastown, then took the Seabus over to the Quay, enjoyed some lunch and then all went and got a 'dessert' to bring back to the table and share (mmm beaver tails, gelato and the 'best' McFlurry ever made according to Yanni...ha ha). We then hit up Robson (did some shopping and even went into LuLuLemon and had a 'tour' from Yanni...haha). We also sampled some 'Godiva chocolate' (good but highly overpriced) and browsed around in HMV for awhile. It was such an awesome day :) It was a great 'continuation' from last night (playing ping pong and hanging out at Sarah and Kristian's) with our crazy South African friends. It makes me SO excited for Australia (Yanni, David and Audri will be meeting up with us). I will post photo's later on. OPI!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-117038256947115818?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/117038256947115818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=117038256947115818' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/117038256947115818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/117038256947115818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2007/02/maple-syrup-beaver-tails-and-4-south.html' title='Maple Syrup, Beaver Tails and 4 South Africans'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-117019687584758836</id><published>2007-01-30T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T14:43:05.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Everything&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/rxYiWNKU4hI"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/rxYiWNKU4hI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were driving home from Chilliwack, after spending time at the hospital with my Grandma, this song came on. As I looked out the car window at God's glorious creation (the snow capped mountains, the bursting beams of sunlight) God ministered to my spirit.&lt;br /&gt;Today we are spending a day of prayer/fasting for those who are experiencing brokenness in their lives...as their 'spiritual family' we want to come along side them and pray on their behalf.&lt;br /&gt;My precious Jesus - YOU are everything. So often I seek the temporary to fulfill the longings of my heart. Only you, the eternal, can satisfy. As the possessed boy's father in Matthew cried "I do believe; help me to overcome my unbelief", we cry this too Father. Rip the apathy from our lives and help us to boldly approach Your throne.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-117019687584758836?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/117019687584758836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=117019687584758836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/117019687584758836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/117019687584758836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2007/01/everything-when-we-were-driving-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-116985461033626429</id><published>2007-01-26T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T16:03:49.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer Request</title><content type='html'>Several days ago my Grandma was admitted to the hospital. The doctors discovered that there is a very large cancerous lump on her stomach. She is currently still in the ER and is being kept alive by 'technology'. The doctors have told us that she doesn't have much time left. Tomorrow Sarah, Kristian, my mum and dad and I are going to the hospital to pray with her and, perhaps, say our 'last' goodbye. Please pray for our family during this time. Pray for my dad and his three brothers as they have a difficult decision to make. Please pray that our time together is full of joy and of peace. My Grandma is an amazing woman of faith. God is a faithful God and we trust that His timing is always best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-116985461033626429?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/116985461033626429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=116985461033626429' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116985461033626429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116985461033626429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2007/01/prayer-request.html' title='Prayer Request'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-116978084761322941</id><published>2007-01-25T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T19:14:31.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOTHING is impossible with God...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/906/3545/1600/495219/prayer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/906/3545/320/905633/prayer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bear one another's burdens, and so fulfill the law of Christ. Therefore, as we have opportunity, let us do good to all, especially to those who are of the household of faith" Galatians 6: 2, 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, as Anne and I were sharing/praying together, we both felt the urgency to join together and pray for families that are experiencing darkness/trials. I so easily forget that Satan is at work...and he has set out to destroy. He wants to keep us 'distracted' and numb to the fact that he is active in our world. We need to "be on [our] guard; stand firm in the faith; be people of courage; be strong" (1 Corinthians 16:14). We need to come expectantly before Christ and cry out "Abba, Father!". God can do immeasurably more than we could ever ask or imagine...but he desires to hear the prayers of His people. Anne and I are setting aside THIS Tuesday (January 30th) to fast/pray for restoration in the lives of the broken (specifically families). We are asking you to join with us (in whatever way you can) to intercede for those who are hurting/broken.  Let's pray in a spirit of expectance...to GOD be the glory!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-116978084761322941?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/116978084761322941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=116978084761322941' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116978084761322941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116978084761322941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2007/01/nothing-is-impossible-with-god.html' title='NOTHING is impossible with God...'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-116959202581802738</id><published>2007-01-23T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T14:40:25.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's with me?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/906/3545/1600/59011/jars%20of%20clay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/906/3545/320/126398/jars%20of%20clay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, February 24th Jars of Clay is coming to the Chandos-Pattison Theatre in Surrey!! Jars is one of those bands that I have ALWAYS wanted to see (and for some odd reason, never have). Their music (particularly their first cd) has been a source of encouragement throughout my faith. The opening bands are Burlap to Cashmere (yes, these guys are still around) and NEED TO BREATHE!! (woo hoo!!). If anyone is interested in coming with me, let me know :) Heck, I'll go alone but if you'd also enjoy seeing these bands, come along and we'll sing our hearts out!! :) Tickets are $26.50.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-116959202581802738?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/116959202581802738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=116959202581802738' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116959202581802738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116959202581802738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2007/01/whos-with-me.html' title='Who&apos;s with me?!'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-116943334306571152</id><published>2007-01-21T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T18:35:43.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>change is a brewin...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/906/3545/1600/150801/australia-signs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/906/3545/320/876309/australia-signs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new year often signifies 'change'. I feel that this upcoming year is going to be a year of change (I'm praying that is it). 2006 was a great year. I encountered a number of 'life changes' (FINALLY graduating from school and beginning teaching) as well as a number of challenges.&lt;br /&gt;I'm stoked about 2007 because (drumroll please) ANNE AND I LEAVE FOR AUSTRALIA THIS YEAR!! I was always saying to people "next year I'm leaving for Australia". But now I can say "THIS YEAR i'm leaving for Australia".  I'm started to get really excited about going. I don't have nearly enough money saved yet. We don't have a lot of the 'major details' worked out. There are still some big decisions we need to make. BUT, I'm trying not to stress it :) I think I need a 'change of pace' (there's that 'change' theme again). I need to step out of my 'bubble' and go explore this amazing world I'm in!! I'm ALSO stoked because I am going to be spending Christmas with some very dear friends IN AUSTRALIA!! Natty's aunt and uncle have a farm in Australia (Victoria) and Natty and Corrie are planning on coming out for Christmas where Anne and I will meet up with them. Also attending our 'Christmas in Australia' get together will be our awesome South African friends Audri and David who will be working as chefs in Australia the same time that Anne and I are there *how cool is that?!* Then I was talking to Audri and Dave's good friend Yanni today (ok it's not actually SPELLED like that but that's how it sounds...haha) is thinking of also coming (he's debating between Australia and Taiwan)!! *Yanni, I don't want to pressure you BUT COME!!* It's going to be awesome :) Here's to new friends, new challenges and, most importantly, CHANGE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-116943334306571152?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/116943334306571152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=116943334306571152' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116943334306571152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116943334306571152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2007/01/change-is-brewin.html' title='change is a brewin...'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-116919304906529530</id><published>2007-01-18T23:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T23:50:49.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye's are never easy...</title><content type='html'>Chloe is leaving in the morning. I feel happy for her and for her mum. I also feel sad right now...I'm going to miss her...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-116919304906529530?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/116919304906529530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=116919304906529530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116919304906529530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116919304906529530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2007/01/goodbyes-are-never-easy.html' title='Goodbye&apos;s are never easy...'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-116916255565881829</id><published>2007-01-18T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T15:26:33.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just one of those days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/906/3545/1600/2690/rabbit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 105px" height="97" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/906/3545/320/382611/rabbit.jpg" width="143" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days have had some fairly 'interesting' starts (and ends too I suppose). It all began yesterday morning...&lt;br /&gt;I had been called out to a teaching assignment in Langley. I had never been to this school and so I used my trusty friend, mapquest.com, to navigate my way (generally pretty accurate). As I was driving closer to where mapquest claimed this school would be I got a funny feeling in my stomach. Something was not right. I turned down the street that the school was supposed to be on and BAM, I was in a subdivision with a DEAD END!! Most definitely NOT correct. I always bring the school phone number with me and gave the school a call. The secretary was also 'on call' (go figure) so she tried to give me directions as best as she could. I got back into my car and backed up into a driveway so I could turn around. When I put the car in drive...nothing happened. Ok, that's not entirely true. My wheels were spinning, but my car was certainly not moving. I tried again. And again. No luck. I got out of my car and the woman (whose driveway I was in) poked her head out the window and yelled "I can't help you, I have a herniated disk!". Great. I began wandering the neighbourhood, knocking on doors to see if anyone would help me. I would hear footsteps on the other side of the door but, no one would actually answer it. Perhaps I look really freaky through the peep hole?! After several failed attempts I went back to my car. The woman poked her head out the window again and said "Hold on. I'll drive out of my garage and you can back in so that you'll have a dry patch to start off from". I thanked her profusely before before getting back into my car. A few minutes later, I was on the road again.&lt;br /&gt;Last night was Megan's 23rd birthday bash. It was a really fun night full of laughter, food, games and good times with friends. I left the party at about 11:30 and drove home so that I could catch some sleep before teaching in the morning. At 11:45 my home phone rang. "That's really odd" I thought to myself "who would call here that late?!". I picked up the phone to hear Rysu's broken voice (he was on a cell phone) explaining to me that he had two flat tires and wanted to park his car at my house and needed me to drive him home. "Sure Rysu, that works for me". I drove Rysu home, got home just after 12 and finally went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;This morning I headed out for another assignment in Langley. The school was located more in the "Aldergrove area" and the snow was falling much thicker and was actually sticking out there. As I was heading up 232, I was met by brake lights. What on earth was going on? I sat and waited for about 10 minutes trying to figure out what was happening. Finally I realized that there was a stalled semi. We all tried to move around the semi (watching out for oncoming traffic). Then, BAM. I was met with ANOTHER stalled semi!! WHAT ON EARTH?! Altogether there were 4 semi trucks with their hazards on, wheels spinning. Because a lot of people had lost momentum, their cars were swerving all over the road. It was like trying to maneuver my car through a maze!! There were stalled cars all over the place!! However, I FINALLY reached the school (after numerous skids through the snow). I signed in and checked my phone messages. The school board had called requesting that I call them back asap. "Hi Maia. I am actually going to switch you to another school this morning" (arg). It was snowing quite heavily and I did not want to face 232 again. I asked the school secretary for an alternate route and headed out into the 'winter wonderland'. As I was driving along Fraser Highway, I felt like I was experiencing deja-vu because I was constantly facing (you guessed it) more break lights!! It took me over half an hour to get to the school I had been re-assigned to. Little did I know that another adventure was awaiting me...&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at the 'new' school and signed in. "Head down the hall, go out the doors, to the left, you're in the portable" (gotta love portables). Because I had arrived late (obviously not my fault...the school started half an hour before the other school I was at AND I had to drive there) another teacher was covering for me until I got there. I walked into the door and was met with chaos. The teacher looked frantically at me and said "Thank goodness you're here! Are you used to teaching Grade 5?!". "Yes", I replied, "I have pretty much taught everything". "Good!" she looked relieved. "I am a secondary teacher and have no clue what is going on here. I don't know how to get them to listen and they're wild" *I had noticed the 'wild' part*. "Did you check her binder for her dayplan?" I asked her. "Oh, no I didn't' *Hmm, I thought*. She pointed to the desk and quickly exited the room. I had to get some 'order' in there and fast! "Ok kids, look up here. I know that today has been a bit hectic thus far but I will be your teacher today and I am going to lay some ground rules here". As I was giving instructions for the day (and trying to read the dayplan at the same time) something caught my eye. A white blurr streaked across the room. "What on earth was...." I began. "OH! That's our class rabbit!! He just runs around and does whatever he wants" called out one of the students. He was right. The rabbit DID do whatever it wanted (including it's 'business' wherever it wanted). It particularly liked sitting on my feet when I was up at the front teaching.&lt;br /&gt;During recess one of the support workers who was in the room looked at me and said "I don't know how you TOC's do it". "Well" I said "you just kinda roll with the punches and hope to come out alive at the end of the day. It's..." I was interrupted by five screaming girls chasing the classroom rabbit who was making an escape for the door...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-116916255565881829?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/116916255565881829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=116916255565881829' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116916255565881829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116916255565881829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2007/01/just-one-of-those-days.html' title='Just one of those days...'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-116864970328268332</id><published>2007-01-12T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T16:55:03.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baggage isn't always a bad thing...;)</title><content type='html'>This is Chloe. This is Chloe in the backpack I purchased for my Australia 2007/2008 trip!! (gosh darn it, I wish I could take her!! I know I'm biased, but isn't she precious?!). On January 19th Chloe is going to leave us for good. Her mum has worked really hard to prove that she is ready to be a 'full time' mum (which is awesome). One of the most common questions that we get asked about foster care is "How do you do it? How do you say goodbye to these children that you have helped to raise? That you have seen grow?". The answer is, by God's grace. I wish I could say that it gets easier every time, but it doesn't. The thought of welcoming a new little one into the house is always a bit overwhelming. At this 'transition' time my family always asks: "Can I go through this again? Do I have the capacity to love another child this much?" and, no surprise, we go through it again and love the next child just as much. As soon as I see that cute little face in the carry on, I'm 'smitten'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you Chloe and we'll miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/906/3545/1600/536955/maiandchloe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/906/3545/320/953708/maiandchloe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/906/3545/320/983799/maiandchloe2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-116864970328268332?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/116864970328268332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=116864970328268332' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116864970328268332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116864970328268332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2007/01/baggage-isnt-always-bad-thing.html' title='Baggage isn&apos;t always a bad thing...;)'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-116846991501799467</id><published>2007-01-10T14:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T14:58:35.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;muffins&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/MNxwAU_xAMk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/MNxwAU_xAMk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;This brings great joy and much laughter to my life...hahaha. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-116846991501799467?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/116846991501799467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=116846991501799467' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116846991501799467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116846991501799467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2007/01/muffins-this-brings-great-joy-and-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-116823918742863987</id><published>2007-01-07T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T23:07:58.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The new do...</title><content type='html'>Well, here are some pictures of my new haircut. I feel kind of ridiculous posting pictures of just myself on here (but Megs told me to and said it's not dumb...heh heh). Now you can see Janny!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/906/3545/320/236191/newhairdo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                              It was REALLY hard for me not to made a silly face!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/906/3545/320/200049/newhairdo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's weird having a new hairstyle because it's forcing me to experiment with different styles. I've had the same haircut for a long time now and haven't had it this length for about 7 years. I was a perfect candidate for one of those talk shows about people who have had the same look FOREVER...so I'm saving you that letter to Oprah or Tyra *BAHA*.  Here I am sporting the bangs back, pigtails look. I think I may need to get some headbands now...haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-116823918742863987?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/116823918742863987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=116823918742863987' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116823918742863987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116823918742863987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-do.html' title='The new do...'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-116815586461812946</id><published>2007-01-06T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T13:34:34.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomocity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/906/3545/1600/992154/hotties.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="231" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/906/3545/320/281723/hotties.jpg" width="308" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Random facts from this Christmas break:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Be sure to wear long pants when riding an elephant. Their hair is very prickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Stalkers wear capes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Dave is violent. I fear him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Rats clean themselves more often than cats do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- RySu can eat a LOT of rice pudding and, as a result, won the marzipan pig!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Kris can whoop my butt at ping pong (I'm practicing...you're going down Pederson!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Keisha likes to lick rocks. And eat icicles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Megs and I invented a new word: Randomocity. Ironically, this same word was used by one of our friends that same day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Elderly men flail their arms while doing the front crawl resulting in MAJOR waves (I nearly drowned).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Nothing happens when you remove the 'do not remove' tags from pillows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Susanna has crazy/mad skills at Donkey Konga. One day, I want to be as good as her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When playing "Phase 10" skip Tyson as often as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Telephone pictionary makes people hyperactive (and talk about poop).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Saying "booo" does not count as 'trash talking' (I'm working on it Ben!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Taking leaping pictures on New Years is a must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Running errands with Megs is always a fun adventure ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Buying a 10 foot Christmas tree to bug your mum is a brilliant idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news...I got a new hair cut!! Yes, it's true...I have traded in my long locks for a 'shorter do' (it's part of Meg's and I's "New Year's dares/resolutions") *sidebar: my new hairdo is not featured in this photo*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-116815586461812946?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/116815586461812946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=116815586461812946' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116815586461812946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116815586461812946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2007/01/randomocity.html' title='Randomocity'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-116795376662072851</id><published>2007-01-04T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T15:36:06.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Damien Rice - Cannonball&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/JxAI6Yd6diI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/JxAI6Yd6diI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;My blog now contains 'multimedia'. Ooooh...fancy smancy! Now I just need to learn how to add links...haha ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-116795376662072851?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/116795376662072851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=116795376662072851' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116795376662072851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116795376662072851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2007/01/damien-rice-cannonball-my-blog-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-116795329672590358</id><published>2007-01-04T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T15:28:16.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Fix You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/uPazqQZ-mxQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/uPazqQZ-mxQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;I love this song. We listened to it this morning while driving Janny to the airport...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-116795329672590358?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/116795329672590358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=116795329672590358' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116795329672590358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116795329672590358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2007/01/fix-you-i-love-this-song.html' title=''/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-116787774528100502</id><published>2007-01-03T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T18:38:04.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/906/3545/1600/812452/Grad2006%20043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="244" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/906/3545/320/646425/Grad2006%20043.jpg" width="168" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hokey crap!! 2007 you say?! Unbelieveable!! Yes folks, it's true...it's officially 2007. Only 3 more years until the Olympics (remember, we are going to sign up to be volunteers!!). I've had a very relaxing Christmas break. This year was the quietest/oddest Christmas I've had so far. Sarah and Kris were in Oregon and both of our kids were visiting with their families for Christmas Eve/Day so it was just my mum, dad and I. We went to a really awesome Christmas Eve service at their church and I got to visit with a lot of people I grew up with which was sweet!! I love hearing what everyone is doing with their lives...it's encouraging :) We open our presents on Christmas Eve (the only way to go) and then opened stockings together on Christmas morning. On Boxing Day my mum, dad, Chloe (our 7 month baby) and I headed to Victoria. Usually it's quite busy with all of the cousins, etc etc BUT this year they were all working!! So I did lots of 'baby duty', visited with my grandparents and went for long walks by the ocean...very peaceful. I spent New Year's at the Naylors (classic) and got to see some people that I haven't seen in years!! We played lots of Donkey Konga (I love that game!!), Dutch Blitz, visited and, of course, at midnight screamed and ran around outside. Actually it was funny because at about 11:55 I said "uh guys, it's 2007 in 5 MINUTES!! Turn off the game system and turn on the TV!!". Tyson, Amy, Megs, Janny and I were the only ones that went outside and ran around...haha. We took lots of hilarious photo's (Jan, I need to get those from you) and then got locked out of the house...party poopers (heh heh). Other than that I've been visiting with people and sleeping in!! Yesterday I went down to Lynden to visit Liz and then we came back up here and went for dinner at the new Old Spaghetti Factory in Langley (soooo yummy).&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning of every year I always go back and read my journal and see where I was at/what I was doing at the same time last year. This time last year I was preparing to head into the 'full immersion' component of my PDP practicum and I was &lt;em&gt;slightly&lt;/em&gt; nervous. It's really encouraging to see God at work in my life and to stop and take the time to thank Him for his faithfulness. God has answered so many of my prayers...not always in the way I had planned, but heck, it's 10 times better!! Megs and I came up with New Year's 'resolutions' (more like dares...haha) for one another. I've never really been a person to make New Year's resolutions because I never keep them and, I figure, why purposefully disappoint yourself?! However, I do have a lot of areas of my life that are in serious need of a 'renovation'. After spending a fair bit of time reflecting on my life this break, I've realized that I'm not FULLY enjoying everything that God has for me. God can do AMAZING things through those are willing to be used and I want to be used!! I feel so ill equipped sometimes...but God welcomes the humble and He will do the 'equipping'. I always place limitations on God. I say "here you can have THIS part of my life.. But this part? Heck no!! I have my own plans!!" And why do I doubt?!  We serve the SAME God that saved Daniel in the lion's den, the SAME God that healed the blind and sick, the SAME God that used a shepherd to slay a giant, the SAME God who turned a man who was pursecuting His people into a God-fearing, jail breaking, preaching machine!! I want to experience all that God has...I don't want to 'settle' for a second rate faith. I'm tired of apathy. I'm tired of trying to do it on my own. I want to be molded, I want to place my life in the potter's hands. My prayer this year is that I will pursue hard after Christ. I feel 'overwhelmed' by all of the 'needs improvement' signs flashing in my life. I need to take it one day at a time.  God, I don't want to place limitations on You. I want to experience life to the UTMOST...to You be the glory...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-116787774528100502?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/116787774528100502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=116787774528100502' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116787774528100502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116787774528100502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR!!'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-116768307165808733</id><published>2007-01-01T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T17:38:48.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession is good for the soul....right?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/906/3545/1600/79188/embarressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px" height="219" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/906/3545/320/113281/embarressed.jpg" width="285" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's true...I have a terrible confession to make. I couldn't take the pressure anymore, I gave in. I am weak, the weakest link some might say. Here it goes...I have joined myspace *gasp* Before you judge and say that I am disloyal to blogspot, please hear my reasoning behind getting a myspace account. Janelle recently joined myspace so that, while she is in Hawaii, she can stay in touch with everyone. She refused to sign up for blogspot (which I &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; maintain is far better) and she kept 'encouraging' me to get one. I caved to peer pressure and, as of yesterday, I now have a myspace account. However, on my myspace page, I have made it CLEAR that I am a 'blogger' at heart and this is where I will continue to post my ramblings, photos, etc. If you are a myspacer too and want to add me or visit my space, my address is: &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/flipflopsanonymous"&gt;www.myspace.com/flipflopsanonymous&lt;/a&gt; (thought I'd stick with the 'flop flop' theme...my memory can only handle so much).&lt;br /&gt;I wish that was my only confession...however *hides her face in shame* I also just signed up for facebook because my South African friends use it!! Who am I kidding?! One site is enough for me!! So, I think I'll stick to blogger and sometimes check my myspace account. Good thing I love ya Janny ;) Heh heh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-116768307165808733?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/116768307165808733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=116768307165808733' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116768307165808733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116768307165808733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2007/01/confession-is-good-for-soulright.html' title='Confession is good for the soul....right?!'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-116752960616814686</id><published>2006-12-30T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T17:50:20.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventuring we go!!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Sarah, Kristian, Keisha the pup and I went adventuring in Chehalis (just past Mission). I thought I'd show some of the schnazzy photos from our little adventure as well as include some of my personal highlights :) We took Mother Superior's advice (from one of my favorite musicals: "The Sound of Music") and climbed a mountain!! Ha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Going off roading in the Pathfinder. Yeehaw!! Quite the bumpy ride :)&lt;br /&gt;- Exploring the woods and creek&lt;br /&gt;- Having to pee TWICE in the bushes. Hey, I have no shame...when you gotta go, you gotta go!!&lt;br /&gt;- *insert warm and fuzzies* Spending time with Sarah and Kris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="210" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/906/3545/320/606109/DSCN2690.jpg" width="287" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Playing with the latest Christmas 'toy' from Mum and Dad (walkie talkies) and saying things like "Roger that" and "10/4 little buddy".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="207" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/906/3545/320/649220/DSCN2693.jpg" width="295" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Building a fire in the snow and roasting hot dogs...mmm yum!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/906/3545/320/504689/DSCN2694.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Frolicking in the snow with one of my all time favorite pups, Keisha! (she blinked...haha)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/906/3545/320/223423/DSCN2718.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Attempting to share an icicle with Keisha (she loved that thing!!) She was also obsessed with licking every rock in sight!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/906/3545/320/219753/DSCN2708.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Practicing my fishing skills with my favorite, and ironically only, brother-in law ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="231" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/906/3545/320/152839/DSCN2729.jpg" width="311" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The two missing 'angels'. I'm here for you Charlie. Seriously, just call...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/906/3545/320/698489/DSCN2685.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying God's beautiful creation!! AMAZING!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-116752960616814686?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/116752960616814686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=116752960616814686' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116752960616814686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116752960616814686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2006/12/adventuring-we-go.html' title='Adventuring we go!!'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-116746555080370607</id><published>2006-12-29T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T00:00:37.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you "do"?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/906/3545/1600/781790/wacky%20hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px" height="276" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/906/3545/320/25380/wacky%20hair.jpg" width="248" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight Megs informed me that an 'update' is in order *&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sidebar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Tys, I am going to heckle you due to the fact that YOU are &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WAY&lt;/span&gt; overdue for an update...in fact, overdue is an understatement!! Update or NO SUSHI FOR YOU!!*. Ahem, ANYWAYS, I am planning on doing a "Christmas" post that will inform you about all of the happenings of my past few days. I'm sure that the anticipation will be the death of you ;) Ha ha!! So Megs, this one's for you. Here is Megs and I at Rough Acres several years ago with our 'morning hair'. Yes, I have flowers in my hair when I wake up...don't ask. JUST KIDDING (gosh, it's late and my jokes are lame...ok they are ALWAYS lame...I'm just going to post...haha) This is Megsy and I on 'wacky hair night' (a classic at most camps). Enjoy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-116746555080370607?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/116746555080370607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=116746555080370607' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116746555080370607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116746555080370607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2006/12/how-do-you-do.html' title='How do you &quot;do&quot;?'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-116700993247863537</id><published>2006-12-24T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T23:28:11.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The anticipation of Christ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/906/3545/1600/139030/christ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px" height="302" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/906/3545/320/777953/christ.jpg" width="211" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh come let us adore Him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Merry Christmas dear friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-116700993247863537?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/116700993247863537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=116700993247863537' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116700993247863537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116700993247863537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2006/12/anticipation-of-christ.html' title='The anticipation of Christ...'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-116663959142661687</id><published>2006-12-20T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T10:41:34.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emmanuel...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/906/3545/1600/916755/nativity-story-2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/906/3545/320/600651/nativity-story-2006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Megs and I went to see "The Nativity". I loved seeing the interactions between Mary and Joseph. Raw. Real. Faith that was steadfast. Despite the fact that all odds were against this tiny child of hope, He triumphed and accomplished what he came to do here on earth. I felt like I was falling in love with Jesus all over again. I left the theatre in awe and amazement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Jesus. Thank you for coming down to earth in humility so that we might know what it means to experience life. The story of your birth is truly miraculous. Glory to God in the highest! I am in awe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-116663959142661687?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/116663959142661687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=116663959142661687' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116663959142661687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116663959142661687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2006/12/emmanuel.html' title='Emmanuel...'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-116634397028202764</id><published>2006-12-17T00:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T00:26:10.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just bust a move...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/906/3545/1600/381511/napoleon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="247" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/906/3545/320/977284/napoleon.jpg" width="264" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Tonight was one of the randomest/funnest nights I've had in awhile. Sometimes the best evenings of fun are totally unplanned and sponateous. I love these adventures ;)&lt;br /&gt;   Tonight was my parents infamous annual Christmas party. I love this Christmas party. I love this party because I love my parents friends. Sarah and Kris left Kris's work party early just so that they could come b/c "your parents party is my favorite Christmas party of the year!!" (Kristian).&lt;br /&gt;    It started out like any other Christmas party...the usual "New Life" gang. Most of my parents friends attend the Church that I attended until Grade 10/11 (my parents still attend this church). One of my childhood friend's mums came out to the party and she said "Oh Maia! Leslie and Cam live in Walnut Grove now! Cam (her husband) is at the Canucks game and she is baking cookies with Sarah (another girl I grew up with). You should give them a call!". So I did just that!! I haven't seen either of these girls in several years and we haven't all hung out together since about grade 9/10. AND, wonder of wonders, THEY CAME OVER!! After lots of hugging and high pitched talking (ha ha) Sarah informed me that she and Leslie were heading to a hootenany at her school. Sarah attends the Dance Barn which is a Christian dance school/outreach program located just off of 88th in Walnut Grove. Sarah and Leslie both said "Hey, you should totally come out tonite!!" and I thought what the heck, count me in!!&lt;br /&gt;       When I arrived at the Dance Barn I felt like I was at A Rocha. However, instead of being surrounded by people who are passionate about the environment, I was surrounded by an eclectic group of people who are passionate about dance and other forms of artistic expression!! Awesome!! :) After a lot of introductions and a trip to the food table (mmm) we decided it was time to brave it and go out on the dance floor!! WOO HOO!! I thought it might be 'intimidating' being with a bunch of highly trained dancers...but everyone was acting like a dork and it was amazing!! I busted out every move in the book and then some. We even did a dance circle!! The best part of the dance was that the music was live and the musicians were phenomenal! (I love 'artsy fartsy' people...heh heh). After 10:30 a lot of people began to make their ways home (some people live at the school but most commute in). This is when the real fun began ;) We had a smaller dance party and then Leslie and I grabbed jimbay's and were drumming along (killing ourselves laughing I might add). But wait, it gets better!! The COOLEST part of all is that the Dance Barn offers dance classes to the public!! I did a fair bit of dancing growing up and it's something I've always wanted to 'pick up' again. However, a lot of places that offer hip hop are sketch. THESE people know how to bust a move but in a 'tasteful' fashion ;). SO, come January 2007, we are going to take a hip hop class at the Dance Barn!! AHHH!! I'm SO excited :) I got to re-connect with some amazing girls AND we're going to dance. I felt like I was in high school because Leslie, Sarah and I's parents were all at my house and we were out partying it up. It's so great when God brings old friends back into your life...I'm anticipating lots more crazy times with Leslie and Sarah ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-116634397028202764?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/116634397028202764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=116634397028202764' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116634397028202764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116634397028202764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2006/12/just-bust-move.html' title='just bust a move...'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-116629308013563606</id><published>2006-12-16T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T10:18:00.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>has anyone seen my calculator?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/906/3545/1600/961857/computer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="266" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/906/3545/320/367337/computer.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hook me up with a pocket protector. Does anyone have Issue #52 of the Avengers? Will somebody please get me a band-aid for my glasses!! I want some new suspenders for Christmas...&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's true. I THINK I'M BECOMING A GEEK!! Ok, ok...most of you are saying "uhh Maia, you JUST discovered this!!". Let me clarify. I THINK I AM BECOMING A COMPUTER GEEK!! Last night, at the Old Spaghetti Factory, Sharelle and I spent over 15 minutes FULLY engaged in a conversation about blogging!! Now, Sharelle is much more 'in the know' of the blogging world. She also has myspace AND facebook! However, I DID learn some very helpful information from her (seeing as I am still relatively 'new' to this and don't know about all of the bells and whistles. I did a lot of "ooooh's" and "I can do THAT's!"). After about 10 minutes into our conversation we stopped, looked at each other and said "gosh, we're dorks!!". Pause. "Meh, I'm ok with that". Conversation continues. Here's to all of us communicating via cyberspace. Let the geekiness live on!! Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-116629308013563606?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/116629308013563606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=116629308013563606' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116629308013563606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116629308013563606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2006/12/has-anyone-seen-my-calculator.html' title='has anyone seen my calculator?'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-116620361354585852</id><published>2006-12-15T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T10:04:27.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A ride of Christmas cheer?! I THINK NOT!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/906/3545/1600/498673/grinch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px" height="181" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/906/3545/320/413710/grinch.jpg" width="274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was extremely excited to, once again, partake in the holiday festivities that our wonderful city has to offer. Tonight I will be driving down the colourfully lit streets of Vancouver, through the lush greens of Stanley Park and taking a ride on the joyous Christmas Train that has brought delight to boys and girls for countless years. I WAS excited...until I remembered one &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;small &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;detail. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I AM TERRIFIED OF THE STANLEY PARK TRAIN!!&lt;/span&gt; Let me explain. Several years ago I took a group of youth to ride on the Stanley Park Christmas Train. After admiring the Christmas lights, trying some "chestnuts roasted on an open fire" (highly overrated), it was finally our turn to board the holiday train. I was thoroughly enjoying my ride at this point. There were live reindeer, wooden Christmas creatures scattered throughout the trees and a beautiful lady in white who stood on stilts and gracefully waved her transparent wings. Ahh, magnificent! But then...it happened. As we were turning the corner we approached a dimly lit shed. As we passed by, I saw a dark shadow leaning next to the shed. What was this? Suddenly, I noticed that it was moving! THE SHADOW WAS ALIVE!! Slowly it drummed its long fingers. Up and down, up and down until BOOM!! It suddenly turned to face the train, opened its arms wide and flashed a terrifying smile!! IT WAS THE GRINCH!! Immediately I let out a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SHRIEK&lt;/span&gt; and buried my head in the person's shoulder who was sitting next to me (one of my youth). I was PETRIFIED!! My heart was racing. I couldn't look. I knew that I had freaked out half of the train and I could hear laughter from my fellow train passengers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why I fear the Stanley Park Christmas train. A ride that is supposed to fill you with holiday cheer and give you 'warm fuzzies' freaked the living crap out of me!! Let's just say this...I'll be watching for you Grinch. You and your long drumming fingers too!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-116620361354585852?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/116620361354585852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=116620361354585852' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116620361354585852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116620361354585852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2006/12/ride-of-christmas-cheer-i-think-not.html' title='A ride of Christmas cheer?! I THINK NOT!!'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-116602511286816079</id><published>2006-12-13T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T07:51:52.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirror, mirror...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/906/3545/1600/934948/uglysweater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/906/3545/320/669844/uglysweater.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mirror, mirror on the wall, which is the UGLIEST of them all?? Tonite Janny, Mel and I are embarking on a Value Village adventure in an attempt to find the UGLIEST Christmas sweaters mankind has EVER SEEN!! On Friday night we, along with a group of our White Rock friends, are going out in public in our hideous sweater outfits. We will be catching a ride on the Stanley Park Christmas Train followed by dinner at one of my favorite restaurants of all time...The Old Spaghetti Factory!! I'm sure I'll have some ugly photos to post after this evening of pure and utter chaos ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps - if anyone wants to come on a MEC Adventure with Mel and I (I am purchasing my backpack/therma-rest) then feel free to come along!! We are heading out around 9:30ish on Friday morning :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-116602511286816079?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/116602511286816079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=116602511286816079' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116602511286816079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116602511286816079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2006/12/mirror-mirror.html' title='Mirror, mirror...'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-116554252475154143</id><published>2006-12-07T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T18:23:26.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>slightly 'cracked'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/906/3545/1600/195192/wendels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px" height="288" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/906/3545/320/41110/wendels.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A true friend is someone who thinks you are a good egg even though he knows that you are slightly cracked" Bernard Meltzer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/906/3545/1600/319203/mygirls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/906/3545/320/86570/mygirls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/906/3545/1600/551057/thanksgiving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/906/3545/320/826384/thanksgiving.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/906/3545/1600/466129/funatthetwu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/906/3545/320/70414/funatthetwu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/906/3545/1600/740370/winterwonderland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px" height="271" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/906/3545/320/23888/winterwonderland.jpg" width="296" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/906/3545/1600/370174/owow2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" height="193" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/906/3545/320/441704/owow2.jpg" width="294" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/906/3545/1600/850018/cuddlemonkies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="187" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/906/3545/320/154253/cuddlemonkies.jpg" width="266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/906/3545/1600/633981/africannite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/906/3545/320/147572/africannite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-116554252475154143?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/116554252475154143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=116554252475154143' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116554252475154143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116554252475154143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2006/12/slightly-cracked.html' title='slightly &apos;cracked&apos;'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-116552221564587557</id><published>2006-12-07T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T12:10:15.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seymour Weekend O' Fun!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/906/3545/1600/713678/seymour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/906/3545/320/484943/seymour.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend we are taking our youth group to a very 'high class' *cough* chalet up at Seymour!! Retreats are always awesome because everyone is removed from their 'regular lives' and are rid of their usual responsibilities. In my experience, youth retreats are INSANE WEEKENDS OF CRAZY/PSYCHO FUN!! Sleeping bag races down the stairs, dance parties in the kitchen, massive pillow fights, blitz fury...ahhh, brilliant!! I thought I would post some prayer requests for the weekend so that you can be praying for us while we're up at Seymour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pray for safety as we travel up to Seymour (lots of us have good old 'student vehicles')&lt;br /&gt; - Pray for safety for those youth who will be going snowboarding/skiing on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;- Pray for Jason, Matt and myself as we are doing the 'speaking sessions' for the weekend. Please pray that God will speak through us and that we will be sensitive to what He is wanting us to share.&lt;br /&gt;- Pray for all of the sponsors as we spend time with the youth. Pray for lots of 'bonding' opportunities and openness in sharing.&lt;br /&gt;- Pray for those youth who are still seeking. Pray that they will take the time to stop and listen as God speaks to them&lt;br /&gt;- Pray also for those youth who have made a committment to Christ. Pray that they will continue to grow in their faith and be an example/encouragement to those youth that are still seeking&lt;br /&gt;- Pray for unity among our group. Please pray that everyone feels included/valued and that friendships are strengthened and new friendships are made.&lt;br /&gt;- ** Please pray that God will speak powerfully to us this weekend and that HE will be our main focus**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-116552221564587557?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/116552221564587557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=116552221564587557' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116552221564587557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116552221564587557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2006/12/seymour-weekend-o-fun.html' title='Seymour Weekend O&apos; Fun!!'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-116495167648474440</id><published>2006-11-30T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T21:50:23.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>say cheese!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/906/3545/1600/159247/fairytalecorrieandnatty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px" height="202" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/906/3545/320/315518/fairytalecorrieandnatty.jpg" width="282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just thought I'd post some photos of the past week of snow/fairytale party fun :) Enjoy!! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/906/3545/1600/712148/freakyfriday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/906/3545/320/527532/freakyfriday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/906/3545/1600/617781/snowydays2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/906/3545/320/401877/snowydays2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/906/3545/1600/203795/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/906/3545/320/27136/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/906/3545/1600/263003/snowdays.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" height="145" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/906/3545/320/869751/snowdays.jpg" width="339" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-116495167648474440?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/116495167648474440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=116495167648474440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116495167648474440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116495167648474440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2006/11/say-cheese.html' title='say cheese!!'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-116487283492755495</id><published>2006-11-29T23:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T23:55:24.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>kindred spirits</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/906/3545/1600/137986/Cheeseandcostume%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" height="177" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/906/3545/320/304113/Cheeseandcostume%20013.jpg" width="265" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/906/3545/1600/54950/fantasy%20feast%20065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" height="193" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/906/3545/320/220692/fantasy%20feast%20065.jpg" width="225" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Every time I see my dearest friend Megs I think to myself "MEGS, I LOVE YOU" (and quite often, I tell her just that...). I still remember the &lt;strong&gt;exact&lt;/strong&gt; moment when Megs and I first truly 'bonded'. I was in Grade 11, she was in Grade 10. We were at an Alpha youth retreat and for some odd reason, we were hyper active (gosh, that doesn't sound like us at all!! baha!!). I had put a bag on my head and was running around saying "AH HA!! I HAVE A BAG ON MY HEAD!!" Megs looked at me and thought "Gosh, what a dork. I think we could be good friends!!". And from then on...we have :) Megs and I have been through a lot together. Disappointments, broken hearts, tears, prayers, triumphs and laughter...oh so much laughter :) We are very different in a lot of ways but very similar in others. The great thing about our friendship is that we allow one another to be ourselves. Megs will often say "that's not me...but it's SO you". Megs has been there for all of the big 'milestones' in my life...for this, I am truly thankful :) Every time she goes away, I don't think I'll be able to survive without her. Somehow I always do...but life just seems a bit less 'colourful'...it's too quiet ;) Megan...your friendship has meant more to me than you'll ever know. God knew that I needed you in my life...He has truly enriched my life by bringing you into it and having you be such a &lt;em&gt;significant&lt;/em&gt; part of it. Here is why I love Megsy so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Megs helps me not to take myself so seriously. I can be a dork with Megs and I never feel self conscious...&lt;br /&gt;- She is always willing to be my 'shoulder to cry on'...and believe me...I've cried on it many a time ;)&lt;br /&gt;- Megs doesn't care what people think of her...she's genuine. I have learned a lot from her...&lt;br /&gt;- She is always honest with me with both the 'joys' and 'struggles' in her life&lt;br /&gt;- No matter how far apart we are, I still feel closely connected to her...&lt;br /&gt;- She laughs at random cards that say things like "eat a button" (even if that means freaking out the sales associates...)&lt;br /&gt;- One time, I was in Superstore, and I heard a very familiar laugh 2 ISLES DOWN!! I &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; your laugh...really...it brings joy to my heart :)&lt;br /&gt;- I love to see her engaged in worship...when she is simply enjoying being in the presence of God...&lt;br /&gt;- I love that she tells me to stop overanalyzing and relax ;)&lt;br /&gt;- She LOVES events that require a costume...Megs doesn't go 'half ways'...she goes ALL OUT!! (youth mall man hunts, murder mystery dinners, rough acres, birthday parties, halloween...you name it!!)&lt;br /&gt;- I love that she can't spell to save her life...hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;- Megs knows when it's time to put 'joking aside' and take the time to listen and discuss...she's got a&lt;strong&gt; lot&lt;/strong&gt; of depth to her...&lt;br /&gt;- I love that small and random things will make her day...&lt;br /&gt;- I love that I never get tired of hanging out with her and hearing what she has to say&lt;br /&gt;- She gives the best hugs&lt;br /&gt;- Whenever Megs is in the room...there is sure to be laughter and plenty of smiles :)&lt;br /&gt;- Megs possesses a lot of spiritual wisdom and discernment. I know that she doesn't make rash decisions...&lt;br /&gt;- Megs has a passion for people...if she feels God calling her to go somewhere, she goes...&lt;br /&gt;- She loves musicals (she'll make up a 'Newsies' routine and dance with me in the kitchen...haha)&lt;br /&gt;- We can just sit and read together...no talking required...&lt;br /&gt;- She is an amazingly talented woman (awesome youth leader, talented photographer, great 'people person', amazing artist...the list goes on forever...)&lt;br /&gt;- She has taught me so much about God and has helped to shape the person that I am today (and the person that I will continue to become)&lt;br /&gt;- Megs understands my random thought patterns...even when no one else does...&lt;br /&gt;- We are bound together by our faith in Christ...the strongest foundation of any relationship...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Megs. Thank you for joining me in this crazy journey of life. I love you :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-116487283492755495?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/116487283492755495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=116487283492755495' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116487283492755495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116487283492755495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2006/11/kindred-spirits.html' title='kindred spirits'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-116476312407607681</id><published>2006-11-28T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T17:29:12.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bewitched, bothered and bewildered....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/906/3545/1600/223030/snowman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px" height="178" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/906/3545/320/736268/snowman.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This snow has thrown my 'seasonal clock' for a spin. I feel like it should be Christmas!! I want to listen to Christmas music, sing carols, drink hot chocolate, eat too much food...and so, I have :) The winter season has come with a boom and, besides the bitter wind chill and the bad driving conditions, I've been loving it :) Here's what I've been up to for the past few days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Went sledding down a ravine with Corrie, Natty and Janelle. On my third 'run' down the hill, my leg got completely tangled around a tree and Corrie had to come and 'free' me...haha!&lt;br /&gt;- Drank mass amounts of tea and hot chocolate&lt;br /&gt;- Did plenty of 'snow tackling'...heh heh&lt;br /&gt;- Watched "A Muppet's Christmas Carol" (love it!) and laughed a lot!!&lt;br /&gt;- Made a delicious omlette breakfast with the house o' girls up the road (soooo yummy)&lt;br /&gt;- Took some fun snow pictures&lt;br /&gt;- Got insanely hyper with Megs&lt;br /&gt;- Walked in the "ghost town" (aka. Fort Langley) with Janny and Megs and stopped for some delicious soup at Wendel's for dinner&lt;br /&gt;- Randomly ended up hanging out with Chris King who I haven't seen in MONTHS!! It was great to see you Chris :)&lt;br /&gt;- Got completely freaked out in some scary basement in the Fort (thanks Chris...)&lt;br /&gt;- Watched my fairy tale/fantasy party video with Janny and Liz!!&lt;br /&gt;- Frolicked home in the snow with Liz at 11:30 at nite. Good conversation time :)&lt;br /&gt;- Walked up to Starbucks and met up with some friends&lt;br /&gt;- Laughed hysterically because I kept slipping all over the place on the ice when I was walking (thanks for 'lending me your arm' Natty! )&lt;br /&gt;- Made my friends a lunch consisting of asparagas and homemade sweet potato fries (very tasty). The 'downside' of this one was that I ended up giving my thumb a fatty burn from the oven..arg!! Thank you aloe vera gel!!&lt;br /&gt;- Had a wonderful chat with my dear friend Holly in Oregon&lt;br /&gt;- Slept in until 9:00 for two mornings in a row!! Unbelievable!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-116476312407607681?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/116476312407607681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=116476312407607681' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116476312407607681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116476312407607681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2006/11/bewitched-bothered-and-bewildered.html' title='bewitched, bothered and bewildered....'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-116453186725391461</id><published>2006-11-26T00:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T01:04:27.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure Magic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/906/3545/1600/606122/lantern.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="122" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/906/3545/320/632113/lantern.jpg" width="169" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My party was magical. I couldn't have asked for a better atmosphere or for better friends :) I'll be sure to post some pic's as soon as I can (visit Sarah or Megs' blog as well). I also have a &lt;strong&gt;sweet&lt;/strong&gt; video with some priceless footage...heh heh!! A special thank you to Megs, Mel and Ryan for slaving away beforehand to get the church looking like an enchanted forest and castle. Thank you also to everyone else for the amazing food and for helping to clean up so quickly!! I had a fantastic&lt;br /&gt;                                             time...*sigh*...till the next theme party!! I love you guys!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-116453186725391461?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/116453186725391461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=116453186725391461' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116453186725391461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116453186725391461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2006/11/pure-magic.html' title='Pure Magic'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-116435181029229473</id><published>2006-11-23T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T23:03:30.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honourary Mentions...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/906/3545/1600/173916/Cheeseandcostume%20024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px" height="202" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/906/3545/320/130381/Cheeseandcostume%20024.jpg" width="269" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/906/3545/1600/676966/Cheeseandcostume%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 187px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px" height="266" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/906/3545/320/789467/Cheeseandcostume%20001.jpg" width="196" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I would like to take this opportunity to thank both Janny and Joanie for the 'Fall 2006 Vent Fest' that occured yesterday. Sometimes you've just got to get stuff off of your chest. I'm so blessed to have friends who take the time to listen and who will laugh/vent alongside you about the craziness of life. I sometimes have a difficult time 'venting' (yes, I'm working on it Janny...haha) BUT yesterday it came quite naturally ;) Joanie: consider this verbal affirmation! Har har ;) I LOVE YA BOTH!! Can't wait for our next &lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                          'Vent Fest'...coming Fall 2010 ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-116435181029229473?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/116435181029229473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=116435181029229473' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116435181029229473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116435181029229473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2006/11/honourary-mentions.html' title='Honourary Mentions...'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-116432932383206428</id><published>2006-11-23T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T17:02:49.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to the dentist: A Star Wars Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/906/3545/1600/718523/yoda.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" height="162" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/906/3545/320/371167/yoda.png" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to the conclusion that, if you are in need of a "Star Wars" fix, the dentist is where it's at. While reclining in the chair today, I thought to myself, this is what it must be like to be in a galaxy far far away!! I felt like I was being taken for a spin in the Millennium Falcon. I had on my 'protective eyewear' (aka. sunglasses), my seat was in the full 'downright' position (and then returned to the full upright position after the final decent), the light above my head looked like a perfect 'controller' and then there were the sounds!! Don't even get me started on the sounds!! I heard buzzing, humming, whirling and the tool being used for my filing announced, in a very robotic voice, that it had "10 more seconds" remaining. I was expecting Yoda to hobble by, hand me a light saber and ask "are you ready for training young jedi?". It was cool. The only things missing were my princess leia style hair buns and the ever handsome Luke Skywalker and Hans Solo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-116432932383206428?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/116432932383206428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=116432932383206428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116432932383206428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116432932383206428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2006/11/going-to-dentist-star-wars-experience.html' title='Going to the dentist: A Star Wars Experience'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-116381167494072792</id><published>2006-11-17T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T17:01:14.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it started out like any other day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/1600/cupcake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" height="199" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/320/cupcake.jpg" width="202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes, it's true. I am officially 23. Not 22 and a half, not 22 and three quarters. Just plain 23 (and one day). I wanted to thank all of my friends for making my day so awesome and for making me feel so loved *aww*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Birthday greetings actually began the night before. I recieved a very silly phone call from Anne and her boss Mr. Knor (love ya Knors!!) in Ontario. Anne called at 12 am Ontario time and was the first to wish me 'happy birthday' on the actual day of my birthday (November 16th). That was just the beginning...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I woke up yesterday morning I had numerous phone messages, text messages and e-mails. Lots of variations of "happy birthday" were sung and there was plenty of laughter (loved it). Birthdays are kind of strange...you know that the day is 'different' but no one else around you knows it. It's like when you've forgotten to put on deoderant in the morning, but you're the only one that knows! (hopefully bad body odor doesn't give you away in that case...sick!!). Anyways, I didn't tell the class I was teaching that it was my birthday. But then, at the end of the day, several of my students hung around and we were talking and one girl was like "it's my birthday on Monday!!". So I said "oh, guess what?? It's my birthday today too!". *Side bar: Last nite at dinner, Jeremiah said that I couldn't be a teacher. When Kristian asked him why not, Jeremiah said "well, you have to be at least 25 to be a teacher!!". My eight year old brother is mocking me already!!* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After school I went for a run, relaxed and then Sarah and Kristian came over for supper. I got a phone call from my good friend Al in Edmonton during supper (have to return that call!!) which was very thoughtful :) My mum made a delicious dinner (butter chicken...mmm) and my FAVORITE cake for dessert: CARROT CAKE WITH CREAM CHEESE ICING!! Also during dinner, Anna and Liz stopped by with a yummy chocolate cake (with candles) to sing happy birthday. Thanks guys!! After dinner we had presents and then I popped over to Corrie and Natty's house for a visit. Corrie had made me cupcakes (gluten free of course) and they got me a sweet purse and tank top. Seriously, WAY too thoughtful!! I finally returned home and tucked myself into bed. But did the fun stop there?! NO!! At 11:15 I heard a weird sound...someone was throwing stuff at my window!! I looked outside and saw a car (keep in mind, I didn't have my contacts in or glasses on) and I thought "oh my gosh, someone is trying to get into my window!!". However, when I looked out again I saw Megs and Janelle (and a funny caterpillar balloon) waiting to wish me a happy day. We laughed lots and, I'm sure, woke up the entire neighbourhood!! I love you guys!! Seriously, so funny (by the way, loved the phone message Megsy...hahaha!!).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyways, thank you everyone!! I felt so special/loved :) I can't wait to see you all at my birthday party next Saturday nite!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-116381167494072792?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/116381167494072792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=116381167494072792' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116381167494072792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116381167494072792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2006/11/it-started-out-like-any-other-day.html' title='it started out like any other day...'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-116355892398475146</id><published>2006-11-14T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:58:59.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cabbages and kings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/1600/unicorn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px" height="216" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/320/unicorn.jpg" width="210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When asked the question "So, what do you &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; want for your birthday?" my usual response is "a unicorn of course". In a previous blog entry I mentioned my long-time fascination with fairies. However, my fascination goes far beyond fairies to other mystical creatures including centaurs, unicorns, gnomes and dragons. I simply love the world of fantasy. One of my friends once said "Maia, you should have been born in Narnia!!" *sigh, if only*. However, before going any further, I must confess that I am not as die hard a fan of the 'fantastical' as some. I don't own t-shirts, posters, jewelry, video games, figurines or a collection of books/movies (ok, I have a few 'fairy/medieval-style' art pieces). I &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; love movies such as "Labyrinth", "The Never Ending Story" and "The Lord of the Rings" and one day I want to have Edna make me a long/flowing cape to match my medieval gown. I mean, c'mon, capes are cool!!&lt;br /&gt;When I was a little girl I used to say, "When I die, I want to be taken up to heaven on a white unicorn with wings". I don't think that dream has ever died. I wonder if there will be, what we would call, "mystical creatures" in heaven. If you read the book of Revelation, there are some pretty crazy 'creatures' mentioned!!&lt;br /&gt;I guess you can understand why my medieval/fantasty style birthday party is really a dream come true. So, if you were to ask me what I REALLY want for my birthday...my wish will soon be granted :) So many people that I love, all in one room, dressed up in fairy tale inspired costumes, enjoying a medieval style feast and laughing till it hurts :) I mean, a Unicorn WOULD be pretty sweet, I'm not going to lie...but I think I'll settle for some good friends dressed up in costumes who are enjoying some DDR and attempting to joust on a tricycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="161" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/320/arthur.jpg" width="218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-116355892398475146?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/116355892398475146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=116355892398475146' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116355892398475146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116355892398475146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2006/11/cabbages-and-kings.html' title='cabbages and kings'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-116345840438516678</id><published>2006-11-13T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:53:24.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rock Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/1600/rock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" height="158" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/320/rock.jpg" width="229" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last night I attended a 'worship service', called the Rock Garden, for young adults. The Rock Garden actually meets at the church that I grew up in (New Life Community Church in Burnaby). My parents are still heavily involved in this church and, every Christmas Eve, I visit the church so that my family can be together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rock Garden is a truly amazing outreach ministry because it attracts people from the local community.  There are people from all different spots in their 'spiritual journey'...some are committed followers, others are simply searching. I'm used to attending worship nights with the youth group I work with, or joining together with my congregation to worship on Sunday mornings...but I haven't really been to very many 'young adult' worship evenings. I'll admit, sometimes when I hear the word 'young adult event' I think "Oh great, here's another opportunity for people to try to hook up - ie. 'meat market'" (haha). But this evening was purely centered on Christ. The band was awesome. The speaker (Regent Professor Rick Watts) was awesome. The fellowship time afterwards was awesome. It was really neat too because I got to re-connect with a lot of the people I grew up with who still attend the church. Anyways, in a nutshell: I was blessed by the evening :) If anyone ever wants to come along, it happens every second Sunday night at 6:30 pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-116345840438516678?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/116345840438516678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=116345840438516678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116345840438516678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116345840438516678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2006/11/rock-garden.html' title='The Rock Garden'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-116315260418249082</id><published>2006-11-10T01:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T02:00:36.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling a little "lightheaded"...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/1600/clueless.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/320/clueless.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was one of those days where I felt that I should have been cast for the &lt;strong&gt;lead role&lt;/strong&gt; in the movie "Clueless".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know that I can, on occasion, say 'dumb blonde' comments (in fact, if you would like a re-telling of all of my blonde moments, just ask Ben Naylor. Or any of my friends for that matter. These moments of 'blondness' have fondly been called "Maia Facts")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first 'blonde moment' happened while talking to my buddy Tys on msn. His display name says "Needs? Ya, I got needs, big needs. Nothing that 300lbs of pure torque can't take care of though!!" When I saw his name I responded with "I'd consume 300lbs of torque!!". He laughed and said "Do you know what that's from?!". Turns out that a torque is a car part, not to be confused with the dessert commonly referred to as a TORTE. Easy mistake right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second incident occurred at 11:30 pm when I drove into my driveway. After parking my car I realized that my key wouldn't come out of the ignition. Odd, I thought to myself, but it's happened before. I tried again. And again. Still nothing. This was most peculiar. It was stuck. I didn't know what to do and, because my keys were in my ignition, I knew I couldn't get into the house (someone later pointed out that, had I detached my key FROM my keychain, I could have gotten into the house...point taken). So, I called my dad on my cell (woke the poor guy up) and, he came out in his robe looking rather deshevelled (no Megsy, not de-shelved...haha). After about 5 minutes of attempting to pull the key out of the ignition as well as a trip inside to get a flashlight, he looked down at my gear shifter. Still in DRIVE *idiot*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third incident happened at around 12:00 am (only half an hour later) in the prayer room. While pouring my heart out to God in the form of text written on an image, I wrote: "Father, replace love with hatred". After re-reading it, I suddenly realized "hey, that's not right!!" and burst into laughter *thus ending the quiet in the prayer room*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose we all have our 'days'...mine just seem to be more frequent this week...*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-116315260418249082?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/116315260418249082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=116315260418249082' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116315260418249082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116315260418249082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2006/11/feeling-little-lightheaded.html' title='feeling a little &quot;lightheaded&quot;...'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-116271052276026705</id><published>2006-11-04T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T23:08:42.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>life's little lessons</title><content type='html'>Consuming mass amounts of bread. Singing songs of good tidings. Laughter. Having to be rolled back to your car because walking is nearly impossible. Spumoni ice cream. Free mints. What does all of this mean?! I just enjoyed a delightful evening at THE OLD SPAGHETTI FACTORY in Gastown!! *sidebar: the Old Spaghetti Factory in Walnut Grove is opening up soon!! WOO HOO!!* Tonite we celebrated our dear friend's Rachel's 24th Birthday. After taking several wrong turns and nearly hitting a pedestrian, my insane car full of girls finally managed to find its way down to one of my favorite areas in Vancouver (how is it an adventure if you don't get lost at one point during your travels?!) Gastown is a truly unique place...I love the 'cobblestone' roads, the lamp posts and the steam clock that always manages to freak the crap out of me. I will provide pictures of our fantabulous evening later on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great evening of laughter, friendship and overindulgence (classic). However, although that part of the evening was terrific...I would have to say that the true 'highlight' of my evening was my interaction with the disabled man outside of the restaurant who was asking if we had any spare change, the lesson he taught me, and the conversation that ensued afterwards with my friend Liz. A lot of people have said that it's pointless to give money to people who are homeless. "They'll just use it for drugs" "What a waste" are all phrases that I've heard before. I totally agree that taking someone out for a meal and building a relationship is, in the long run, much more meaningful/'effective'. However, sometimes there isn't time for that. Who are we to judge how someone uses the money that they have been given? Jesus recognized that people have important spiritual AND physical needs. If someone asks for a loaf of bread. Give it to them. If they need some clothes. Offer something of yours. Jesus spent a great deal of time in, what we would call, 'relational ministry' with his disciples. However, when he performed many of his miracles, he saw an immediate need and offered healing (both to the body and the spirit). So, when someone asks me for money and I'm 'on the run', I give them some money (or, in Liz's case she gave her 'doggy bag') and say "Lord, I am entrusting them with this money. Please help them to use it wisely". However, ultimately Jesus looks at &lt;em&gt;the state of our heart&lt;/em&gt; for why we are giving and the rest is up to Him and the reciever of the 'gift'. Now, some people may argue that this is a bit of a 'sketch philosphy'. "So, are you saying that I should just blindly give my money away to any organization/person who asks for it and not be a good steward?!". Absolutely not. BUT, when someone has to humble themselves enough to come and ask for money and beg for food I say "See the immediate need, and provide". I hope this blog isn't interpreted as me saying 'we are holier than thou' (haha) but rather I was reminded that, when someone asks, we need to look them in the eye and to provide in whatever way we can (may be spare change, may be a kind response). There are times where I've caught myself avoiding eye contact and ignoring the question "got any spare change?" by quickly walking by. Christ reminded me that HE has created each person on this earth and that, whatever I do/say to someone I am doing/saying to Him.  I can so easily become consumed with my own selfish thoughts *sigh*. This man was SO thankful to recieve some money and was eager to take Liz's 'doggy bag'. How much more vulnerable can you be?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Father. I ask that you will be with this man tonight. Please provide for his physical needs. Give him food, shelter and warm clothing. Father, also provide for the needs of his heart. May he see glimpses of You in the people He interacts with. May people show him kindness and not pity. Please place someone in his life to be a solid friend. Someone who will care about him and be 'You' in physical form. Thank you for his genuine thankfulness. Bless him tonight Jesus and keep him safe. All this I ask in your precious name. Amen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-116271052276026705?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/116271052276026705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=116271052276026705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116271052276026705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116271052276026705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2006/11/lifes-little-lessons.html' title='life&apos;s little lessons'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-116251066958946528</id><published>2006-11-02T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T15:40:40.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>something in that name...</title><content type='html'>Last night several of my friends and I went to see one of my favorite plays: &lt;em&gt;The importance of being Earnest. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/1600/earnest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" height="190" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/320/earnest.jpg" width="209" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oscar Wilde's wit and hilarious turn of events are sure to leave any audience laughing and saying 'dang, that's a good line! I'll have to use that sometime!! One guy in the audience seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the play. He was fully laughing out loud without holding back. He is my new hero :) To be honest, I don't think I've ever met a man named Earnest. However, I worry that, if I ever did, I would begin reciting lines from this play to him and would, most likely, freak him right out!! If you have a chance, go see the play (it is being put on by the TWU drama department). My friends and I all agreed: Algernon had a brutal English accent (no offence buddy) but Jack/Earnest was amazing...a natural!! Even Ryan called him dreamy!! Here are a few of my favorite lines from the play:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't think I would care to catch a sensible man. I shouldn't know what to talk to him about!" Cecily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well I can't eat my muffins in an agitated manner. The butter would probably get on my cuffs. One should always eat muffins quite calmly. It is the only way to eat them". Algernon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-116251066958946528?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/116251066958946528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=116251066958946528' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116251066958946528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116251066958946528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2006/11/something-in-that-name.html' title='something in that name...'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-116234779940728698</id><published>2006-10-31T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T18:23:19.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/1600/lament.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="292" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/320/lament.jpg" width="147" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Answer me when I call to you&lt;/em&gt;, O my righteous God. Give me relief from my distress; &lt;em&gt;be merciful to me and hear my prayer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;How long, O men, will you turn my glory into shame? How long will you love delusions and seek false gods? &lt;em&gt;Know that the Lord has set apart the godly for himself; the Lord will hear when I call to him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In your &lt;strong&gt;anger&lt;/strong&gt;, do not sin&lt;/em&gt;; when you are in your beds, search your heart and be silent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Offer sacrifices and trust in the Lord. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Many are asking, "Who can show us any good?". Let the light of your face shine upon us, O Lord. &lt;em&gt;You have filled my heart with &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;greater joy&lt;/span&gt; than when their grain and new wine abound. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will lie down and sleep in peace, for &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; O Lord, make me dwell in safety&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;                                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-116234779940728698?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/116234779940728698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=116234779940728698' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116234779940728698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116234779940728698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2006/10/psalm-4.html' title='Psalm 4'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-116222923912787563</id><published>2006-10-30T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T09:27:19.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my favorite halloween pumpkin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/1600/Cheeseandcostume%20019.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="217" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/320/Cheeseandcostume%20019.2.jpg" width="299" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-116222923912787563?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/116222923912787563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=116222923912787563' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116222923912787563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116222923912787563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-favorite-halloween-pumpkin.html' title='my favorite halloween pumpkin'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-116218511957377077</id><published>2006-10-29T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:14:29.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Est-que je peu aller au toilette sil vous plait?</title><content type='html'>After spending eight years of learning French in school, that is the only phrase that has stuck with me. Where is the bathroom? Although, if you know me, you know the importance of this question (ha ha). Oh fond memories of French 12. By the way Mike, you &lt;strong&gt;STILL&lt;/strong&gt; can't do a french accent ;) Anyways, why the French? Well, on Saturday nite Erin planned a fancy smancy evening consisting of wine and cheese. Let's be honest...we're not a 'fancy' group of people...but gosh darn we can have fun!! I thought I'd post some pictures of this fun soiree as well as some pictures of the costume/pumpkin carving party I went to on Friday night at Shaun's. Enjoy!! Or as the French say, bon appetite!! (in the non food sense...). &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/1600/Cheeseandcostume%20023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px" height="209" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/320/Cheeseandcostume%20023.jpg" width="239" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/1600/Cheeseandcostume%20026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 3px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 7px" height="176" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/320/Cheeseandcostume%20026.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/1600/Cheeseandcostume%20036.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="176" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/320/Cheeseandcostume%20036.0.jpg" width="254" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/1600/Cheeseandcostume%20020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px" height="282" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/320/Cheeseandcostume%20020.jpg" width="195" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/1600/Cheeseandcostume%20025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" height="208" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/320/Cheeseandcostume%20025.jpg" width="257" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/1600/Cheeseandcostume%20027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px" height="187" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/320/Cheeseandcostume%20027.jpg" width="254" border="0" /&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;Costume/pumpkin carving party (gosh darn it...I keep spelling punkin!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/1600/Cheeseandcostume%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px" height="201" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/320/Cheeseandcostume%20009.jpg" width="255" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/1600/Cheeseandcostume%20003.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px" height="203" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/320/Cheeseandcostume%20003.0.jpg" width="236" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/1600/Cheeseandcostume%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px" height="180" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/320/Cheeseandcostume%20013.jpg" width="263" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/1600/Cheeseandcostume%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 161px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px" height="196" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/320/Cheeseandcostume%20007.jpg" width="207" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-116218511957377077?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/116218511957377077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=116218511957377077' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116218511957377077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116218511957377077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2006/10/est-que-je-peu-aller-au-toilette-sil.html' title='Est-que je peu aller au toilette sil vous plait?'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-116181683131804962</id><published>2006-10-25T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T21:31:51.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the hills are alive...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/1600/nun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="168" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/320/nun.jpg" width="235" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I saw something that brought great joy to my heart. Well, to be frank, it more shocked me initially which then led to fits of giggling and much joy. While at the Fort gas station today, I saw a nun (fully decked out in a traditional style habit) filling up her MINI VAN with gas!! I've met several nuns/monks in my time, but I have never seen any wearing the traditional clothing!! (inside joke: benny anyone?!). I don't know why, but I have always been fascinated with nuns. I even dressed up like one for Halloween one year (it was pretty sweet). Ohh, that reminds me...anyone still up for a Sound of Music movie night/sing along?! The Fort is alive with the sound of nuns!! YIPEE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-116181683131804962?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/116181683131804962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=116181683131804962' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116181683131804962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116181683131804962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2006/10/hills-are-alive.html' title='the hills are alive...'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-116173888936099960</id><published>2006-10-24T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T22:13:47.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what can I find in the tickle trunk today?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/1600/costume.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/320/costume.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like dressing up. Plain and simple. It's just so much fun to put together a costume in an attempt to become someone (or something) else. I think it's kind of a 'pre-requisite' for being a youth leader and/or fitting it with my psycho group of friends (haha). We've had murder mystery dinners, mall man hunts, 80's parties, opening skits at camps, you name it!! We go all out. On Friday nite I am going to a Halloween costume party at Shaun's house. I am STOKED to wear my pirate costume. No run of the mill, bought it in a bag, costume for me. HECK NO!! AND, on Saturday November 25th, I will be having a fairy tale (fantasy) costume party at the church. Be prepared for some wacky games and an incredible medieval-style feast. In a nutshell: THANKSGIVING ALL OVER AGAIN!! That's all I really have to say. I just like dressing up. A lot. No but seriously...hahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-116173888936099960?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/116173888936099960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=116173888936099960' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116173888936099960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116173888936099960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-can-i-find-in-tickle-trunk-today.html' title='what can I find in the tickle trunk today?!'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-116113213617408915</id><published>2006-10-17T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T17:42:16.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take two...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/1600/J%20&amp;%20J%20Parties%20027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px" height="215" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/320/J%20%26%20J%20Parties%20027.jpg" width="265" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/1600/J%20&amp;%20J%20Parties%20009.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" height="222" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/320/J%20%26%20J%20Parties%20009.1.jpg" width="197" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some odd reason, I wasn't able to upload very many pictures for my previous blog entry. Here are some additional photo's. Enjoy!! *side-bar: scroll down to the previous entry to read more about our October luau* &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/1600/J%20&amp;%20J%20Parties%20012.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px" height="233" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/320/J%20%26%20J%20Parties%20012.1.jpg" width="239" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/1600/J%20&amp;%20J%20Parties%20024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px" height="212" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/320/J%20%26%20J%20Parties%20024.jpg" width="236" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/1600/J%20&amp;%20J%20Parties%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="208" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/320/J%20%26%20J%20Parties%20015.jpg" width="274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/1600/J%20&amp;%20J%20Parties%20020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px" height="175" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/320/J%20%26%20J%20Parties%20020.jpg" width="253" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/1600/J%20&amp;%20J%20Parties%20022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px" height="252" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/320/J%20%26%20J%20Parties%20022.jpg" width="205" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/1600/J%20&amp;%20J%20Parties%20028.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px" height="206" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/320/J%20%26%20J%20Parties%20028.0.jpg" width="278" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/1600/J%20&amp;%20J%20Parties%20021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="280" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/320/J%20%26%20J%20Parties%20021.jpg" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-116113213617408915?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/116113213617408915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=116113213617408915' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116113213617408915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116113213617408915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2006/10/take-two.html' title='Take two...'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-116113127182893612</id><published>2006-10-17T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T22:06:24.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A night to remember...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/1600/J%20&amp;%20J%20Parties%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px" height="291" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/320/J%20%26%20J%20Parties%20007.jpg" width="191" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here it is...the blog entry you've all been waiting for *drum roll please* (ok, ok, it's just been a few days BUT, I &lt;strong&gt;know&lt;/strong&gt; that the anticipation has been KILLING YOU!!!!). &lt;em&gt;OCTOBER HAWAIIAN LUAU 2006!! &lt;/em&gt;This last Saturday nite, a bunch of my crazy friends and I celebrated Janelle's 20th birthday, Hawaiian style. Janelle LOVES traveling. She loves the beach. AND she is going to Hawaii in January for photography school (how fitting). SO, I thought, what better way to celebrate her birthday than to throw her a luau!! Now, let's be honest here. This wasn't a "throw on a lei and do the limbo" style party...this party was hardcore. As someone (who knows who?!) once said: GO BIG OR GO HOME!! (or, as I prefer, go home big!!). With lots of borrowed supplies and some willing hands, we threw Janelle a luau she won't forget (that is, until she goes to Hawaii and has a REAL luau with a roast pig and some fire dancers and where the beach and sunset are the backdrop...*ha ha*).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few hours of set-up (and a slight tea light fiasco...dang the fast burning tealights!!) our birthday girl finally arrived!! The look on her face said it all: she loved it :) All of the preparation was definitely worth it ;) I thought I would include some photo's from the evening and share some of my personal highlights. However, before I do, I just want to take this opportunity to thank everyone again for all of their help *I feel like I'm about to deliver an Oscar speech, haha* Thank you for lending supplies, bringing amazingly good food, delivering supplies, letting us use your home, bringing the entertainment to us *&lt;em&gt;cough: Ryan&lt;/em&gt;*, etc etc. A MILLION TIMES THANKS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/1600/J%20&amp;%20J%20Parties%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px" height="194" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/320/J%20%26%20J%20Parties%20008.jpg" width="245" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my personal highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Attempting to salvage a buzillion tealights that were crapping out on me before the party began!!&lt;br /&gt;- Seeing Janelle's face when she saw the backyard decorated hawaiian-style&lt;br /&gt;- The lovely 'hawaiian' music (compliments of Corrie). We all know our favorite track: TINY BUBBLES!! *yuck, whoever wrote that song should be forced to sit in a small room with tiny bubbles FOREVER!!!!*&lt;br /&gt;- The 'pigs in a blanket' (aka. chicken weiners in a blanket) made by Anna. Thanks for bringing the 'pork' to the Luau!! ;)&lt;br /&gt;- Sarah Cherry's delicious chicken with pinapple salsa *loved it*&lt;br /&gt;- After a few hours of sitting out in the cold, everyone decided to warm up (fully clothed) in the sauna. Let's just say this: IT WAS HOT!! We fit a lot of people into a very small space..hahah.&lt;br /&gt;- Erin and I running into the sauna with red jub-jubs stuck all over our faces yelling "AHHHH, GET OUT OF THE SAUNA!!"&lt;br /&gt;- Playing guesstures *enough said* BAHA...ok, there are a few highlights from that...&lt;br /&gt;1. Ryan suddenly taking off his shirt. After the shrieking, the 'ahhh, look away's' and Kristians comment: "YA!! KEEP IT OFF!!" we learned that he had gotten the word stripper.&lt;br /&gt;2. After trying for several minutes to act out some sort of instrument that resembled a trumpet/sax/clarinet Candace, exasperated, said "guys, it's a FIDDLE!!". There was a pause and an outburst of laughter. *uhh Candace, a fiddle is played like a violin, not a clarinet*&lt;br /&gt;- Megan's 10:30 arrive and surprise: A PALM TREE SHAPED PINATA!! *heh heh*&lt;br /&gt;- Ryan attempting to salvage the floating candles on the pool. 'A' for effort!!&lt;br /&gt;- Taking 'fake laughing' photos with Natty (which, as we all know, leads to genuine laughter *sheer brilliance*)&lt;br /&gt;- *insert cheesiness* Spending an absolutely wonderful evening full of laughter with some of my most favorite people in the whole world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-116113127182893612?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/116113127182893612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=116113127182893612' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116113127182893612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116113127182893612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2006/10/night-to-remember.html' title='A night to remember...'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-116096078197960662</id><published>2006-10-15T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T18:09:14.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>coming soon...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/1600/pig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" height="168" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/320/pig.jpg" width="215" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for an entertaining entry detailing an October Hawaiian luau *intrigued??* The luau took place this past Saturday evening in celebration of Janelle's 20th birthday. Sadly, we did not have the traditional roast pig; however, we did have 'piggies in a blanket' (compliments of Anna). Although, I think the hotdogs that were used were made of chicken...hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming late October 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-116096078197960662?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/116096078197960662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=116096078197960662' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116096078197960662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116096078197960662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2006/10/coming-soon.html' title='coming soon...'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-116071989863228111</id><published>2006-10-12T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T23:17:22.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>remembering to exhale...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/1600/exhale.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px" height="169" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/320/exhale.1.jpg" width="237" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is strange. Cool, but strange. Today I had a really great conversation with a friend of mine. This conversation was long overdue. It felt so freeing to talk about our pasts, to share about our lives at this point, what we've learned, how the difficult circumstances in our lives have changed us for the better. It's funny how, at the time, the challenges you are facing seem to overpower your every thought...they consume you. Then an odd thing happens. As time progresses and you gain perspective and acquire new experiences the memories begin to grow more faint. You find yourself asking the question: "Did that ever really happen??" I feel like a 'burden' (of sorts) has been lifted off of my chest. The words that I've always wanted to say have been said. God doesn't always answer our prayers in the way we have asked/anticipated. His sense of timing is often vastly different from our own. However, one thing is for certain: His timing is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess what I really want to say is this...thank you friend. Thank you for forgiving me. Thank you for looking past the broken pieces and, instead, choosing to see a work of art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*artwork by Erica Grimm-Vance&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-116071989863228111?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/116071989863228111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=116071989863228111' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116071989863228111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116071989863228111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2006/10/remembering-to-exhale.html' title='remembering to exhale...'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-116045743618712672</id><published>2006-10-09T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T06:39:23.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tis the season...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/1600/friends.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px" height="208" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/320/friends.0.jpg" width="288" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really love holidays. Not just because it signifies a day off and, generally, some good grub, but because holidays bring people together. Tonite, after my own family Thanksgiving dinner, I went over to the Naylor house (always a ton o' fun). The Naylor's had 30 people over for Thanksgiving dinner!! *HOKEY CRAP* They welcome in the 'abandoned' (aka. those without families for Thanksgiving) and the usual family friends. When I walked in the door I was greeted with many 'HEY'S!!' and 'Good to see you!!'. When asked where I was for the eating portion of the evening (mmm, food) I said that I had been eating with my family. One of my friend's mum's replied 'But we're your family too!!'. *insert warm and fuzzy feelings*. After a smile and a 'yes, you're quite right', I proceeded to tell them about my incident on the way over. At the Fort gas station, this creepy guy (in a kidnapper-style van) pulled up beside me and waited for me to come back from paying inside. He then stepped out from behind the van and said, in his creepy voice, 'hey there, I really like your hair'. Frightened and eyeing the kidnapper van I nervously said 'thank you' and walked quickly towards my trusty Saturn. After I told the 'grown ups' my story, RySu's mum laughed and said to her husband 'honey, I never saw you sneak out!'. An uproar of laughter filled the room. After I tried to 'patch things up' (aka. dig myself deeper in the hole) by saying that Mr. Suzuki was not at all creepy I went down to where the 'kids' were hanging out and playing games. We laughed, we cried (oh wait, that was due to Ben's Dutch Blitz fits of rage), we randomly all began singing a Frank Sinatra classic, we ate more pie than we should have. It was brilliant. These are the memories that I will forever cherish. AND, the most miraculous thing of all, Mama Maria (aka. Maria Cherry) didn't hurt &lt;em&gt;anyone&lt;/em&gt; this Thanksgiving!! HAHA!! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-116045743618712672?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/116045743618712672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=116045743618712672' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116045743618712672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116045743618712672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2006/10/tis-season.html' title='tis the season...'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-116018574245865441</id><published>2006-10-06T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T18:49:02.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LLLLLLLLLAAAAMPY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/1600/lampy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/320/lampy.jpg" width="208" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog goes out to all of you who have forever had your lives changed by one very special little piece of floor lighting: LAMPY!! Lampy - you have brought so much laughter and 'light' into my life. Remember, don't listen to Awful Alvin. I know that he has some wicked dance moves, but he sends out his fleet of angry eyebrows and then forgets you on rooftoops!! Think about it Lampy. I love you little guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-116018574245865441?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/116018574245865441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=116018574245865441' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116018574245865441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116018574245865441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2006/10/lllllllllaaaampy.html' title='LLLLLLLLLAAAAMPY!!'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-116018515963348313</id><published>2006-10-06T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T18:39:19.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hi ho, hi ho...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/1600/cornmaze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px" height="218" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/320/cornmaze.jpg" width="259" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's off to the CORN MAZE we go. Gosh darnit, I haven't been to the Corn Maze in years!! However, my memories of the Corn Maze are vivid. Running in circles for hours. Countless dead ends. Deciding to hide in the corn and freak people by shaking the corn stalks while they walk by and doing a childish/nightmarish giggle (children of the corn?!). While looking for a picture to place on this blog, I googled 'children of the corn'. I don't think I will ever sleep again. No, but seriously. FREAKY!! How the heck am I going to go into the Corn Maze now?! And if Ben's there, I KNOW that he will seek me out and snarl in my ear and I, in my true Maia fashion, will shriek (despite the voice inside my head that says 'it's only Ben') and run away. Ben will then proceed to follow me throughout the Corn Maze, snarling and leaping out from behind a dense cluster of corn stalks. And then we will definitely freak out the small children at the Corn Maze *sigh*. Ah well, some things never change. ANYWAYS, after looking at the children of the corn pictures *shudder* I decided to stick with my friend who I refer to as Cornelious the Corn. He looks like a joyful fellow eh? Welcoming and eager for you to begin your quest through the corn. However, one thing continues to baffle me. I don't recall corn ever having arms or legs...hmmm, interesting...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-116018515963348313?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/116018515963348313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=116018515963348313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116018515963348313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116018515963348313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2006/10/hi-ho-hi-ho.html' title='hi ho, hi ho...'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-116002609975717154</id><published>2006-10-04T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T22:34:39.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a heart of thankfulness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/1600/thankful.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px" height="203" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/320/thankful.jpg" width="283" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now Kayla and I are going through 'Addicted to God' by Jim Burns for our one-on-one discipleship. The whole first week focuses on attitude which I often find to be both convicting and humbling at the same time. How we choose to view our lives, the circumstances we find ourselves in, the hardships and the joys are all a matter of perspective. It is a CHOICE. I remember once hearing a sermon analogy that, at first seemed like just another cheezy illustration, but later really struck a chord in my heart. Instead of being frustrated that there is housework to do, be &lt;em&gt;thankful&lt;/em&gt; that you have a home. Instead of grumbling at the price of gas, be &lt;em&gt;thankful&lt;/em&gt; that you have a car to drive. Easy right? Wrong! Sometimes it requires a shift in attitude to truly appreciate the countless ways that God blesses our lives. In one of the daily devotionals in Burns' book, he tells the story of two elderly men who are both confined to their hospital beds (no noise, no distractions). In order to drain the fluid from his lungs, one of the men has to have his bed elevated for an hour each day. Every day the men look forward to this time because, when the man is elevated, he is able to look out the window and tell the other man everything that is happening in the park across the way. Children playing in the pond, couples in love, a dog chasing a stick. He is a 'window' to the outside world. One day, the man who is unable to move at all begins to let bitterness seep into his heart. Why can't HE look out the window? Why should the man next to the window have all of the pleasure of seeing what was going on? One evening, the man next to the window suddenly woke up, coughing and choking. The other man sat silently without moving. The coughing racked the darkness. On and on. But the man lying in his bed continued to stare at the ceiling. The next morning the nurse came into the room and found the 'man with the view' dead. The other man asked if he could be placed in the bed next to the window. The minute the nurses left the room he propped himself up on one elbow and strained as he looked out the window. It faced a blank wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll admit...I got a bit teary-eyed when I read this story. I was humbled by the man who, day after day, came up with stories to brighten the day. He made a choice to see past the blank wall. I was also saddened for the man who allowed bitterness to reign instead of to have an attitude of thankfulness. The consequences of his actions far outweighed what lay beyond the windowsill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story led me to reflect on what I am truly thankful for in life. To look for areas that I have been blessed. I often need to 'shift my perspective'. I made a list in my journal and I will share some of the ways that I have been so richly blessed in my life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I am thankful for the grace and salvation (which I definitely don't deserve) that I have recieved from my Saviour and best friend.&lt;br /&gt;- I am thankful for my parents who both pursue after God with their lives and are an amazing example of a married couple who love and serve one another.&lt;br /&gt;- I am thankful for my sister and for Kristian. I have been blown away by the way that God has transformed both of their lives and for the amazing marriage He has blessed them with.&lt;br /&gt;- I am thankful that I recieved a free university education&lt;br /&gt;- I am thankful that our youth prayed such genuine prayers last night at youth&lt;br /&gt;- I am thankful for my TOCing job that allows me to interact with cool kids all day&lt;br /&gt;- I am thankful for my TRULY amazing friends who have brought laughter and craziness into my life and who walk alongside me during both my my trials and joys&lt;br /&gt;- I am thankful for my vehicle (despite the automatic seatbelts and the leaky trunk ;))&lt;br /&gt;- I am thankful for the foster children that have been placed in our home. I am thankful that every time one has to leave us, God increases my heart and I have love in abundance to give again.&lt;br /&gt;- I am thankful for the hardships that I have had to face. They have brought me to my knees in prayer and have taught me what it means to persevere.&lt;br /&gt;- I am thankful that I have the opportunity to save for going to Australia with Anne-Marie.&lt;br /&gt;- I am thankful for my good health&lt;br /&gt;- I am thankful for my church community that desires to grow in relationship with God and isn't willing to settle for ordinary things.&lt;br /&gt;- I am thankful that Janelle got into her photography school in Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;- I am thankful that God never gives up on people and that His hand is always there to grab if we acknowledge our need for Him&lt;br /&gt;- I am thankful that I am not in control of my life and that God sees the 'big picture'.&lt;br /&gt;- I am thankful that I am learning more about prayer&lt;br /&gt;- I am thankful that I got to go swimming tonite with Mel and Janny and that we had a water fight in the changeroom...haha!!&lt;br /&gt;- I am thankful for Laura and Conor's faith&lt;br /&gt;- I am thankful for the college and career group that is forming in our church&lt;br /&gt;- I am thankful for Corrie and Natty's new home&lt;br /&gt;- I am thankful that I have the opportunity to be a part of God's work in the lives of the youth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Jesus. A million times THANKS!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-116002609975717154?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/116002609975717154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=116002609975717154' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116002609975717154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/116002609975717154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2006/10/heart-of-thankfulness.html' title='a heart of thankfulness'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-115985910663217261</id><published>2006-10-03T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T00:05:06.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life in a nutshell...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/1600/rollercoaster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="192" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/320/rollercoaster.jpg" width="269" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-115985910663217261?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/115985910663217261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=115985910663217261' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/115985910663217261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/115985910663217261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2006/10/life-in-nutshell.html' title='life in a nutshell...'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-115951577299225964</id><published>2006-09-29T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T00:42:53.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>into the great unknown...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/1600/roadtrip.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/320/roadtrip.png" width="164" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend the sponsors are heading out for a 'sponsors retreat' (Friday afternoon - Saturday afternoon). We've been told that there will be prayer, goal setting, opportunities to 'bond', a few good meals. However, one significant question still remains. &lt;strong&gt;Where in the heck are we going&lt;/strong&gt;?! All I know is that this 'cabin' (if it really IS in fact a cabin) is 4 hours away and we have to take a small boat at some point to get there!! A SMALL BOAT!! Where is Jason taking us?! Past the point of no return?! Is he a trustworthy character?! Quite frankly...I don't know...I am blindly trusting him and going where no fort langley sponsor has gone before *dun dun dun* (that's for you Megs). &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/1600/gong%20show.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="272" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/320/gong%20show.jpg" width="164" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Only one thing is certain...it'll be a GONG SHOW!! Hahah, I LOVE how there is a 'gong show' book...are my friends featured in EVERY chapter?! I sure as heck hope so!! I really should buy a gong and use it *insert sigh* one day, one day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-115951577299225964?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/115951577299225964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=115951577299225964' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/115951577299225964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/115951577299225964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2006/09/into-great-unknown.html' title='into the great unknown...'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-115904797151575931</id><published>2006-09-23T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T00:26:31.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>once upon a time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/1600/Calgary%20059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px" height="230" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/320/Calgary%20059.jpg" width="270" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/1600/fairy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" height="263" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/320/fairy2.jpg" width="192" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ever since I was a little girl I have loved fairy tales. My Granny used to tell me stories about fairies and read me books about their adventures. I would sit and listen for hours, hanging on her every word. I once asked her 'Are fairies real Granny?'. She looked surprised and said 'Of course!' (as though there should even be the slightest bit of doubt in my mind). My imagination would run wild. I created poems, stories and illustrations about a world full of knights, unicorns, enchanted forests, epic battles, princesses and fairies. I even took a class on Medievel history at TWU and wrote a paper about Sir Lancelot!! I think what has kept me fascinated with fairy tales is the battle between good and evil (probably why I love the Lord of the Rings so much). Although the battle for what is right is difficult, good &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; triumphs in the end. I guess, in many ways, I feel that there is a strong connection between fairy tales and our own spiritual journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still dream of being a medieval princess with a long flowing cape. However, I wouldn't want to be one of those princesses who sits up in the tower, daydreaming about bunnies and knights on white horses (although, in a perfect world, that would be nice...haha). I would want to be a skilled swordswoman/archer who comes to the rescue of those in need!! I would ride &lt;em&gt;alongside&lt;/em&gt; 'prince charming' and we would take the world by storm!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the point of this blog entry?! (most people know that I love the world of 'fantasy' / medieval times). Well dear friends, I'm glad you asked. November 16th marks the celebration of my 23rd birthday. When I was thinking about what I wanted to do for my birthday this year, one of my friends asked me 'what would you REALLY like to do?'. I thought long and hard and this is what I concluded: I love costume parties. I love fairy tales. Naturally, I made a connection. A FAIRY TALE PARTY!! I know that November is still a long way off...but I wanted to give people time to think about which fairy tale character they would like to be. Now guys, I know you may be thinking 'this is dumb girly stuff'. HECK NO!! You can be any fictional character (good or evil) that you want to be. If you do want to be a disney prince though, be my guest (spare us the tights though...*awkward*). I am thinking of having my party on November 25th (a Saturday) and part of it will be in the 'enchanted forest' (aka. Megs' backyard) so dress warmly. I am SUPER excited about my party and I want tons of people to come!! Just one condition: you HAVE to dress up!! No excuses!! I know most of you guys like to dress up though (*cough* MEGS), so it shouldn't be a problem (well, except Jess..haha). Start thinking!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/1600/disneyprince.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" height="163" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/320/disneyprince.jpg" width="253" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-115904797151575931?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/115904797151575931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=115904797151575931' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/115904797151575931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/115904797151575931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2006/09/once-upon-time.html' title='once upon a time...'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-115893845536998048</id><published>2006-09-22T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T08:20:55.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lions and tigers and...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/1600/africa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/320/africa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so there are no bears in Africa...and I don't think tigers for that matter...haha. That aside...last night I came home and my parents were jumping around with excitement. They are going to &lt;strong&gt;Africa&lt;/strong&gt; in April!! My dad is on the board of A Rocha Canada (a Christian conservation organization) and he was chosen to go to a conference in Kenya!! So, my mum is going to go along with him :) First they are going to stop by and visit the A Rocha center in England and then will make their way over to Kenya. I am really excited for them!! So now they have to go through the 'preparation' (passports, shots, etc) to get ready to go. They are hoping to go on a safari...haha...the thought of my parents on a safari makes me chuckle...*gong*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-115893845536998048?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/115893845536998048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=115893845536998048' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/115893845536998048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/115893845536998048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2006/09/lions-and-tigers-and.html' title='lions and tigers and...'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-115885624647891464</id><published>2006-09-21T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T08:13:27.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>praying for a miracle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/1600/amazing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="277" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/320/amazing.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday afternoon I had the priviledge of visiting my newly married friends, Laura and Conor, in Lynden. Laura and Conor are a truly amazing couple. Throughout both their courtship and engagement they have overcome several significant obstacles. However, a far greater obstacle has crossed their path. After only 5 weeks of being married, Conor was diagnosed with brain cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Laura through the education program at TWU. She is a remarkable person...always smiling and extremely determined. I met Conor through Laura. He is a youth pastor with a heart to share the gospel of Christ. He constantly displays the joy of the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was both blessed and humbled by my visit with them yesterday. Although so many 'unknowns' still loom ahead, it is apparent that both Laura and Conor have unwavering confidence that God is walking beside them. Right before Conor entered surgery, the surgeon was telling him about how he used to go to church and Conor told me 'hey, i thought, this is as good a time as any to invite him out to my church'. So he did. Right after Conor got out of surgery he was cracking jokes and making his visitors laugh. Not once has Conor said "Why did God do this to me?". There is a peace about him. A peace that only God can bring. Today Conor is returning to his high school to preach about God's faithfulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While visiting with them, it was amazing to see the way that God has knit them so tightly together. There are still so many questions. So much uncertainty. We laughed together, cried together. Conor and Laura both said "we are praying for a miracle". Whatever the outcome, they know that God will use this for good. My &lt;strong&gt;hope&lt;/strong&gt; in writing this blog, is that people will continue to pray for a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;miracle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Laura and Conor said that they have been blown away by the support they have recieved from the body of Christ. People who don't even know them are sending them cards and e-mails, telling them that they are in their prayers. PLEASE join with us and pray. Pray for strength. Pray for Conor as he is going to go for another surgery (hopefully to remove up to 95% of the tumor). He has already had one surgery (and has a pretty sweet scar to prove it). They have already seen God perform miracles in their medical bills and in the work of the physicians. Please also pray for Laura. She is a Canadian living in the States and has a lot of paperwork to go through. Pray that she will continue to be encouraged and cling to Truth. The verse that has become Laura and Conor's prayer comes from Psalm 91: "Because he loves me," says the Lord, "I will rescue him; I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name. He will call upon me, and I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble, I will deliever him and honour him. &lt;strong&gt;With LONG LIFE &lt;/strong&gt;will I satisfy him and show him my salvation". Thank you Laura and Conor. You have blessed my life, encouraged my faith and caused me to fall to my knees in prayer. I love you guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-115885624647891464?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/115885624647891464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=115885624647891464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/115885624647891464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/115885624647891464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2006/09/praying-for-miracle.html' title='praying for a miracle'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-115873296229105975</id><published>2006-09-19T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T23:16:02.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>drumroll please...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/1600/us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" height="293" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/320/us.jpg" width="264" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the winner of the sweetest golden pre-season canucks ticket that is only 20 rows from the ice at center line is...MEGS!! CONGRATULATIONS!! Your name was chosen from the 'hat of names'. I hope that you aren't working you crazy work-a-holic!! I don't think you've ever been to a game before (which is so sweet...you HAVE to experience a live hockey game) and you have been SO insanely busy lately and are workin your butt off...you deserve it dear friend. And, yes, we will be the &lt;strong&gt;biggest&lt;/strong&gt; gong show that GM Place has ever seen!! Can't wait ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to all those who participated in the draw. I seriously have &lt;em&gt;amazing&lt;/em&gt; friends and I would have been honoured to take any one of you. Gosh darn it, I wish I could take you all!! Keep your stick on the ice...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-115873296229105975?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/115873296229105975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=115873296229105975' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/115873296229105975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/115873296229105975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2006/09/drumroll-please.html' title='drumroll please...'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-115870598147993924</id><published>2006-09-19T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T17:30:39.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>brace yourself...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/1600/football3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="260" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/320/football3.jpg" width="258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's true. I went where I have never gone before. I, Maia, substituted Grade 9 and 10 &lt;em&gt;guys&lt;/em&gt; P.E. classes. And, you'd better sit down, I taught football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I received my early morning phone call it seemed like any other normal tocing job. However, as I drove closer to the school I realized, 'hey, this is a highschool!'. Although I do a lot of work with teens, I have never been a toc (substitute) in a highschool before. I am 'certified' to teach at the elementary level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to confess...I loved it!! Sure I had no idea what the heck I was doing. I appreciate football. I go and support the BC Lions. But teaching it?! Heck no!! I found myself digging up phrases such as 'everyone huddle', 'who is your QB?', 'try a buttonhook', 'how many downs?' and 'RUN LIKE YOU'VE NEVER RUN BEFORE!!'. If I had to summarize the Grade 9 guys class in one word it would be: hyper-active. The Grade 10's in a nutshell: hilarious. Those guys were so funny! While cheering on the sidelines I found myself laughing more than coaching. I had one enthusiatic guy lead the 'stretching time'...oh my gosh. Gong show if I ever saw one!! They all had a great sense of humour and seemed to be thoroughly enjoying themselves. Anyways, I can now say I've subbed at the high school level and gosh darnit, I had fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-115870598147993924?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/115870598147993924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=115870598147993924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/115870598147993924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/115870598147993924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2006/09/brace-yourself.html' title='brace yourself...'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-115862241862993854</id><published>2006-09-18T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T07:13:53.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday to you!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/1600/maiaandanne.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 187px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px" height="289" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/320/maiaandanne.jpg" width="169" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Today marks the 28th birthday of my dear friend Anne (who lives in Brantford, Ontario...home of Wayne Gretzky...*woot woot*). I just wanted to wish you a very happy birthday friend and tell you that I love and miss you like crazy!! Even though you won't let me hug Oz (HI OZ!!) I just wanted to say that you have changed my life forever!! Thank you for everything...but most importantly, thank you for always pointing me towards Christ and being a living example of His love and grace in my life. My life would be shades of black and white without you...thanks for bringing the colour!! Can't wait to take Australia by storm...LOOK OUT, HERE WE COME!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/1600/maiaandanne2.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="180" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/320/maiaandanne2.jpg" width="272" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-115862241862993854?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/115862241862993854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=115862241862993854' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/115862241862993854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/115862241862993854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-birthday-to-you.html' title='happy birthday to you!!'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-115827891090769055</id><published>2006-09-14T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T17:11:57.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pre-season ticket contest...how badly do you want it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/1600/canucks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="177" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/320/canucks.jpg" width="253" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok guys....I have freakin exciting news...wait for it, wait for it...I have &lt;strong&gt;two &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;free&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;PRE-SEASON CANUCK TICKETS&lt;/strong&gt; for Sunday, September 24, 2006. These tickets are golden. 20 rows from the ice, right at center line. Here's the thing..WHO DO I BRING?! If you really want to go to this game, this part is for you. You can either: 1.) let me know that you want to go and i'll enter you into my 'draw' OR 2.) if you have a stinkin amazing reason for why YOU should get to go, submit your reasons to me and you may get a 'one up'. If you can convince me why YOU are the 'chosen one'...you're in!! IT'S GO TIME!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-115827891090769055?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/115827891090769055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=115827891090769055' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/115827891090769055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/115827891090769055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2006/09/pre-season-ticket-contesthow-badly-do.html' title='pre-season ticket contest...how badly do you want it?'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-115820656382039147</id><published>2006-09-13T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T21:02:43.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a prayer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/1600/hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" height="249" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/320/hands.jpg" width="173" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O God, I have &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;tasted Thy goodness&lt;/span&gt;, and it has both &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;satisfied&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; me and &lt;em&gt;made me thirsty for more&lt;/em&gt;. I am &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;painfully&lt;/span&gt; conscious of my need of further grace. I am &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ashamed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of my lack of desire. O God, the Triune God, &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to want Thee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;; I long to be filled with longing; I &lt;em&gt;thirst&lt;/em&gt; to be made more thirsty still. &lt;strong&gt;Show me Thy glory&lt;/strong&gt;, I pray Thee, that so I may know Thee indeed. Begin in mercy a &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;new work&lt;/span&gt; of love within me. Say to my soul, "&lt;strong&gt;Rise up&lt;/strong&gt;, my love, my fair one, and come away." Then give me &lt;em&gt;grace&lt;/em&gt; to follow Thee up from this misty lowland &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;where I have wandered so long&lt;/span&gt;. In Jesus' Name, Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.W. Tozer "The Pursuit of God"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-115820656382039147?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/115820656382039147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=115820656382039147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/115820656382039147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/115820656382039147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2006/09/prayer.html' title='a prayer...'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-115812455489314202</id><published>2006-09-12T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T22:15:55.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my home away from home...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/1600/victoria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="183" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/320/victoria.jpg" width="251" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend Sarah, Kristian and I are going to get on a ferry boat and sail across the big blue ocean to my 'home away from home'. Where is this 'home away from home' I speak of?? INDIA!! Baha, just kidding...VICTORIA!! I love Victoria. I love walking along the ocean. I love the harbour. I love seeing the Parliament buildings lit up at night. I love the Wax Museum. I love the horse drawn carriages. I love my Granny's delicious breakfasts. I love my Grandpa's crazy stories. The whole experience is wonderful :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ocean is a spiritually significant place for me. I feel God's presence there. It causes me to reflect. To be still. Maybe it's because, when I'm standing by the ocean, I feel so small and God seems so big. Or perhaps it's because I'm left breathless in awe and amazement at the work of the Creator. It's amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, this weekend we will make our voyage to BC's spectacular capital city :) I'm really looking forward to having lots of 'Granny/Grandpa' time and spending some quality time with my sis and bro-in-law. Super awesome...Kris got some 'vacation time' (much needed) and so he and Sarah are going to stay on the Island a bit longer and explore. SO if anyone wants to pick me up at the ferry terminal on Sunday (around 3/4ish) LET ME KNOW!! Hahaha. I'll buy you a cheezy 'BC ferry' souvenir from the store as payment...now if that isn't incentive, I don't know what is!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-115812455489314202?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/115812455489314202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=115812455489314202' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/115812455489314202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/115812455489314202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-home-away-from-home.html' title='my home away from home...'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-115801358398465699</id><published>2006-09-11T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T21:56:59.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fact or fiction: all good things must come to an end</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/1600/summertime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="261" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/320/summertime.jpg" width="248" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it's over. with one 5:30 am phone call my summer has come to an end. several observations from my early morning awakening: 1. the calling lady (helen) is very perky at 5:30 in the morning...perhaps she delights in waking others from their slumber 2. it's darker in the mornings now...I had to say 'oh, hold on...i need to turn my light on to write this down". 3. i was lying awake before she even called. i was hungry...haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 'funny' thing is that, although this was my first day back, it ended up being a shorter day. just after lunch time i started feeling really sick. i am rarely sick...but this summer i had a cold and the flu!! a record for a year, let alone in one month!! so, i tried really hard to make it till the end of the day, but, as i was holding onto the side of the wall as i walked down the hall and feeling like my head was on fire, i decided 'k, you need to go home'. i walked into the office and the secretary (who was amazing) and the principal looked at me and said 'go home maia'. i made it until 2 o'clock :( for those of you who know me, i never really skipped classes, never handed anything in late. bottom line: i like to finish what i started. however, this time, i agreed with the principal and the secretary. thankfully i was working in esl today doing paperwork, filing and photocopying *woot woot* so i didn't have a class of kiddos. i can hear them now 'ms. goshulak, your face looks all funny'. back to my summertime blues...i guess that 'all good things must come to an end'. but i more prefer to think of it as one chapter closing and another opening. or, plain and simple, summer's over, fall is here, welcome to reality...haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-115801358398465699?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/115801358398465699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=115801358398465699' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/115801358398465699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/115801358398465699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2006/09/fact-or-fiction-all-good-things-must.html' title='fact or fiction: all good things must come to an end'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-115795207109116717</id><published>2006-09-10T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T22:21:11.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a cup of tea and a good conversation...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/1600/tele.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px" height="153" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/320/tele.jpg" width="226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love good conversations. Tonite I got to talk to my friend Ryan Schmidt who is leaving, once again, to travel abroad. For those of you who know Ryan, he has an amazing gift with words. Everything he says sounds so poetic...but he is also extremely down to earth and real about who he is. So, that's all...it was just a pleasant surprise to get to chat with him tonite :) Have a great trip Ryan...see you in December!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-115795207109116717?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/115795207109116717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=115795207109116717' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/115795207109116717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/115795207109116717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2006/09/cup-of-tea-and-good-conversation.html' title='a cup of tea and a good conversation...'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-115794506504360904</id><published>2006-09-10T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T15:03:04.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the journey of trust...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/1600/path.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px" height="186" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/320/path.jpg" width="206" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TRUST: &lt;/strong&gt;1. reliance on the integrity, strength, ability, etc., of a person or thing; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;confidence.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 2. &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;confident expectation of something, &lt;em&gt;hope. &lt;/em&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the obligation or responsibility imposed on a person in whom confidence or authority is placed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Right now I feel that God is teaching me about what it &lt;em&gt;means to trust Him&lt;/em&gt;. I'll be completely up front...it's &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;tough&lt;/span&gt;. Trusting God means letting go of all of your desires, insecurities, questions and instead making a &lt;strong&gt;choice &lt;/strong&gt;to cast those apon Him and relinquish the need to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;control&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;When I first decided to look up what trust meant (according to the dictionary) I felt like a Pastor preparing a sermon. What does the word &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; mean?? Let's examine this word in its entirety and see how it applies to our lives. (&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;you must understand that, as I am typing these 'pastoral things', I am hearing them in a &lt;strong&gt;funny&lt;/strong&gt; pastor voice in my head&lt;/span&gt;). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;However, I was very 'surprised' to discover the numerous definitions of the word itself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first definition implies that the thing, or &lt;em&gt;person&lt;/em&gt;, in whom we decide to place our trust is just as important as the choice to trust itself. Do I have confidence in the person in whom I am placing my trust? Are they &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;capable?&lt;/span&gt; Do they possess wisdom? Integrity? Do they care about what happens to me? &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In thinking about the attributes of a trustworthy person with regards to God, my undeniable answer is 'of course'. But is it?! If I am to be completely honest with myself, the part of me that feels 'unwilling' to entirely place my life in God's hands leads me to wonder if I &lt;strong&gt;really do&lt;/strong&gt; believe that God is a God who can be trusted. My heart feels like it is caught in a&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tug-o-war. &lt;/strong&gt;God has been faithful to me in my life. He continues to amaze me with the ways in which He proves to be a God of love and of mercy both in Scripture and in the lives around me. Yet, why do I struggle to trust Him? &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I should clarify what my muddled mind is thinking...(forgive me, I process things out loud). Perhaps it's not so much that I don't trust the &lt;em&gt;character of God&lt;/em&gt;...it's more that by surrending to Him, a piece of me must 'die'. I guess that's what God meant when he talked about 'dying to self'&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;It is not an easy thing to do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This first definition has given me much to think about...God, I really &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; want to learn what it means to trust you...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The second definition describes &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;trust&lt;/span&gt; in terms &lt;em&gt;of HOPE&lt;/em&gt;. In my life, this has meant trusting that God does in fact have a &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;purpose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; for my life here on earth. But this definition describes trust as a CONFIDENT expectation of something. I want to possess that confidence. That confidence that says "I am 110% convinced that God DOES have purpose for my life and that His plans are more than I could ever possibly &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dream or imagine&lt;/span&gt;". Don't get me wrong: I believe that God has a purpose for everyone's life. The 'irony' of it is that sometimes I have a difficult time accepting that truth for MYSELF. Not because I believe that God is 'out to get me'...but because I myself place a 'limit' on God when, in reality, He is saying, "MAIA, LET ME USE YOU!! I will make your &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;imagination take flight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! Trust me!!". It is I who is hindering this 'confident trust', not Him. However, I am learning what that means...please be patient with me God&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The final definition refers to the responsibility of the person with whom the trust &lt;strong&gt;has been placed&lt;/strong&gt;. God doesn't 'owe' me anything...I have already been given &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt; than I deserve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. But I DO know this...He doesn't 'leave us hanging'. &lt;strong&gt;Because God is a loving Father who knows the number of hairs on our head and who sees each bird that falls, He will &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; leave us in the lurch. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I can relate to a line in that song titled "Breathe" when the girl sings: "&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I feel like i'm naked in front of a crowd, 'cause these words are my &lt;em&gt;diary &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;screaming out loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, and I know that you'll use them however you want to&lt;/span&gt;". People can interpret my 'inner thoughts' however they want to...hahah. I've always been a person to vocalize my thoughts/struggles and, as previously mentioned, gosh darn it, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I process out loud&lt;/span&gt;!! However, my prayer is this: that I will continue on my journey of trust and, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;through this journey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, will draw closer to the &lt;strong&gt;One I love...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-115794506504360904?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/115794506504360904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=115794506504360904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/115794506504360904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/115794506504360904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2006/09/journey-of-trust.html' title='the journey of trust...'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-115776502418046253</id><published>2006-09-08T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T20:05:02.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my wish has come true...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/1600/lazy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 114px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px" height="175" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/320/lazy.jpg" width="127" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wish for the end of the summer was this: that summer would last FOREVER!! And wonder of wonders, miracle of miracles my dream has come true!! Apparently TOCing (subbing) is slow in September...go figure. So, although my bank account is suffering, my fun-o meter is HIGH!! It's been awesome to just chill, spend time with friends, go for lots of walks and get stuff done. Here's an idea of what I've been up to this past week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- went swimming in Liz and Anna's cold, but fun, pool!&lt;br /&gt;- bought 'Eyes Open' by Snow Patrol&lt;br /&gt;- found out that my foster brother Jeremiah got chosen to go to Disneyland&lt;br /&gt;by the 'make a wish foundation'!! thank you so much make a wish!!&lt;br /&gt;- randomly ending up selling plants and posters for Global Missions at TWU (and I don't even work at TWU or go there...hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;- praise chapel outdoors!!&lt;br /&gt;- had many good and thought provoking conversations with friends&lt;br /&gt;- spent some quality time with my kiddies (Chloe and Jeremiah)&lt;br /&gt;- went to White Rock with Megs and Janny&lt;br /&gt;- drove down to East Hastings to visit my friend Chris's apartment&lt;br /&gt;- organized my photos (finally) in my spiffy new photo album&lt;br /&gt;- talked to my good friend Holly (who lives in Oregon)&lt;br /&gt;- baked apple pie's at Melissa's house (from scratch!!)&lt;br /&gt;- played tennis with Megs, Janny, Ryan and Ben&lt;br /&gt;- painted my parents garage door with Sarah and Kris&lt;br /&gt;- planned my '35 and single' wedding with Tyson&lt;br /&gt;- had lunch at Wendel's with Corrie and Natty&lt;br /&gt;- watched the construction that is going on at our church and 'ooohed' and&lt;br /&gt;ahhhed' in amazement&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-115776502418046253?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/115776502418046253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=115776502418046253' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/115776502418046253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/115776502418046253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-wish-has-come-true.html' title='my wish has come true...'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-115769149065635212</id><published>2006-09-07T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T22:00:47.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tyson's Harem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/1600/hullo!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 98px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px" height="265" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/320/hullo%21.jpg" width="136" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/1600/CostaRica_Guatemala_Trip%202331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px" height="189" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/320/CostaRica_Guatemala_Trip%202331.jpg" width="241" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intrigued, aren't you? During one of Tyson and I's daily chats, we discussed the fact that Tyson would in fact enjoy to have a harem. Naturally, I laughed and replied 'but Tyson, you already have one'. When Tys went to check out the church (that he is now going to be the youth pastor at) in Surrey, Megs, Janny and I accompanied him as his 'support team'. There was Tyson with three (if I do say so myself) gorgeous girls surrounding him. Hello harem!! However, there is one small 'catch'. You see, Tyson is my 'back up 35'. AKA: if Tyson and I are both single by the time we're 35, we're going to marry each other. We're both insane. We both love being involved in ministry. We both like to eat our own poop. It works out well. So, today after our 'harem conversation', I said 'Well, it doesn't really matter if you have a harem anyways, I'm still going to triumph at 35!!'. This led to a wedding planning session which actually worked out quite nicely. We agreed on almost every aspect of our wedding. Here's what we have so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Honeymoon&lt;/strong&gt;: We would both love to go to New York. However, we are currently thinking of&lt;br /&gt;beginning our honeymoon in Disneyland, and then heading down to Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;After all, Disneyland IS the happiest place on earth. Then we can go and relax&lt;br /&gt;in Mexico and adopt a million stray dogs!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Wedding atire: &lt;/strong&gt;Tyson and I both prefer the 'casual' look. We are thinking of having&lt;br /&gt;more of the 'surfer' feel. Guys in nice shirts, pants and (of course) flip flops.&lt;br /&gt;Girls in shorter dresses with flip flops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Wedding location&lt;/strong&gt;: Definitely outdoors! I would love to get married on the beach (what do&lt;br /&gt;you think Tys?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Music&lt;/strong&gt;: Music is very important to both of us. We want to have live music that is performed&lt;br /&gt;by our friends. Tyson suggested that Mark Lott could play...I complied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Wedding cake&lt;/strong&gt;: Patty (from Patty Cakes) was our obvious first choice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Pastor&lt;/strong&gt;: Tyson and I both want someone who will be humourous but who also takes the vows&lt;br /&gt;of marriage very seriously. We are debating between Matt Castle and Bill Hamilton.&lt;br /&gt;That is a gong show waiting to happen...hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Rehearsal dinner: &lt;/strong&gt;This one is up for debate. We would both love to have a leau (very&lt;br /&gt;casual, a chance to spend time with friends/family). I am more into&lt;br /&gt;having a BBQ/Potluck at a park or someone's yard. Tyson is more keen&lt;br /&gt;on having it at a restaurant. Any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's where as planning stands as of late. We have yet to discuss colour schemes, photography, or post wedding plans (you know, the 'minor' details...ha ha). We hope that, should the need to marry each other arise, you will be a part of our fun filled day!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-115769149065635212?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/115769149065635212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=115769149065635212' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/115769149065635212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/115769149065635212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2006/09/tysons-harem.html' title='Tyson&apos;s Harem...'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-115760458240980322</id><published>2006-09-06T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T21:49:44.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a tribute to my fam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/1600/thegirls.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" height="210" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/320/thegirls.0.jpg" width="311" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/1600/myfamily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px" height="186" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/320/myfamily.jpg" width="235" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/1600/dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px" height="238" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/320/dad.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've written a blog about my bro-in-law Kris, I thought I'd upload a few pic's of the rest of the family clan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things that I appreciate about my family is the diversity that is represented within it. My mum and her three sisters (none of whom are biologically related) were adopted by my grandparents. There are several different cultural heritages represented among my mum and her sisters. This love of 'diversity' and a desire to take in children who were in need of a loving home was one of my mum's many 'inspirations' for becoming a foster parent. I'm sure that our own family must look rather strange to people who don't know us. I really love the fact that my parents are foster parents and that I have had the priviledge of loving these children who God has placed in our lives. Sometimes it's tough (I won't lie) and living with children 24/7 can be 'tiring'...but the joys &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;far&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; outweigh the moments of frustration. And who knows, maybe one day I'll be a foster parent too ;) I love you guys!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-115760458240980322?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/115760458240980322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=115760458240980322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/115760458240980322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/115760458240980322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2006/09/tribute-to-my-fam.html' title='a tribute to my fam'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-115760372616867261</id><published>2006-09-06T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T16:42:25.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this one's for you bro...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/1600/kris2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" height="197" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/320/kris2.jpg" width="292" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/1600/kris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" height="243" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/320/kris.jpg" width="232" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonite, as my sister, bro-in-law and I were painting the garage door (a late birthday gift for my dad Ted), Kristian pressed me with a question: "So Maia, why don't you have any photo's of your family on your blog?? Huh?". So Kristian, despite the fact that you painted more on me than the garage, that you knocked over the box of stamps in the hallway AND that I now have to go and re-do everything that you painted today, this one's for you ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be honest here...God blessed me with an amazing brother-in-law. But I think the 'coolest' thing about Kris and I's "story" is that our friendship wasn't immediate. Kris and I are very different people. He likes the business scene. I'm a free spirit. He likes to fish. I hate fish. He likes to hunt. I could never shoot an animal. He is obsessed with beef jerky. I think it smells like a cat treat. However, we also have a lot of things in common. We both love God. We both love my sister. We both like to be goofs. We both like to talk smack to each other. Throughout my time of getting to know Kristian, God has done amazing things in our friendship. Kristian is one of the guys in my life that I really respect. He has a passion for God. He desires to be a man of integrity in a tough business world. He protects my sister and honours her everyday. He loves my family. He looks out for me and is my 'overprotective big brother'. So, after all is said and done, I love ya bro! I remember thinking the day that you got married to Sarah, "Wow, this guy is &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; going to be a part of my life forever. He'll be there for all of our family birthdays, there to greet me at the airport when I come home from one of my many adventures, there if I ever get married, there to poke fun at, cry with, pray with." And you know what? That makes me really really happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-115760372616867261?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/115760372616867261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=115760372616867261' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/115760372616867261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/115760372616867261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2006/09/this-ones-for-you-bro.html' title='this one&apos;s for you bro...'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-115750187433241056</id><published>2006-09-05T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T09:16:28.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I MISS SCHOOL!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/1600/school.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/320/school.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know, it's sick. Really really sick. You spend 5 years in University wishing that you were graduated and moving on with life, and then you graduate and it's like 'I MISS SCHOOL!!'. What has brought this insanity on you ask? *sigh*. Well, today I went and helped Megs register at CBC. And gosh darn it, I want to go to Bible College!! Everyone at CBC was so nice and just looked cool!! PLUS, they had free mints at every station for registration!! (I took one at every station...hey, I like mints!!). HOW COOL IS THAT?! I also randomly ran into three people I know (as the 'lovely' Disneyland ride says, "it's a small world after all"). One of the people that I ran into was my childhood friend Matt that I haven't seen in 7 years!! Maybe one day I'll return to school and take a few courses...OR I'll be really ambitious and do my Masters!! One step at a time...&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow signifies the first day that I am available for being a substitute so I guess I'll have my fair share of 'school' in no time flat. Perhaps that will curb my craving for school for awhile ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-115750187433241056?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/115750187433241056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=115750187433241056' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/115750187433241056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/115750187433241056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-miss-school.html' title='I MISS SCHOOL!!'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-115744255402858857</id><published>2006-09-05T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T09:15:52.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>summertime, summertime, summertime, summertime...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/1600/random!%20013.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/200/random%21%20013.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This past summer has been a whirlwind of adventure!! I have loved having a summer 'off' from working and instead being able to enjoy traveling and hanging out with people :) I just thought that I would reflect on some of the highlights and post a few photos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/1600/Grad2006%20155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="162" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/200/Grad2006%20155.jpg" width="118" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/1600/central%20park.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="112" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/200/central%20park.jpg" width="163" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="200" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/200/crazy.jpg" width="423" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/1600/cuties.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" height="211" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/320/cuties.jpg" width="198" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" height="174" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/320/atv.jpg" width="262" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- driving with Jess to the Calgary Stampede and nearly being killed by a crazy hail storm!! I think my life passed before my eyes...it was a gong show, but a fun gong show ;) &lt;p&gt;- seeing the dinosaur fossils at the Drumheller Museum (and getting to visit with Al)&lt;br /&gt;- going camping with Mel, Janny and Megs and nearly dying AGAIN from the cold waters of Chilliwack Lake (the cold also had a negative effect causing Megs and I to have to go pee three times during the nite!!)&lt;br /&gt;- getting to go and serve up at Rough Acres&lt;br /&gt;- singing and dancing to 'newsies' while doing the dishes in the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;- having one of the cooks come up to us and say 'ok, i totally just farted' (BAHA!!)&lt;br /&gt;- celebrating Mel's tu-tu birthday on the dock (and eating WAY too much cake...)&lt;br /&gt;- doing our annual 'cultus lake waterslide' trip with the youth (classic)&lt;br /&gt;- going to Bard on the Beach (it is going to become an annual summer event)&lt;br /&gt;- visiting Anne in Toronto and having amazing chats and prayer times&lt;br /&gt;- driving down to New York&lt;br /&gt;- Kissing Hans Christian Anderson&lt;br /&gt;- Seeing 'The Phantom of the Opera' on Broadway&lt;br /&gt;- Going ATVing and boating on the Maskoka Lakes &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Having my amazing/gong show friends pick me up at the Airport with balloons, signs and hawaiian leis (when Megs was asked 'how long has your friend been gone??' she laughed and replied 'only 2 weeks')&lt;br /&gt;- Playing sorry and wearing animal masks&lt;br /&gt;- going to Lynden, WA to visit Liz (and consuming a pound of fudge...)&lt;br /&gt;- lots of good 'chill time' with my friends !! :) YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE!!&lt;br /&gt;- learning what it means to truly trust God (still learning...) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-115744255402858857?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/115744255402858857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=115744255402858857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/115744255402858857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/115744255402858857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2006/09/summertime-summertime-summertime.html' title='summertime, summertime, summertime, summertime...'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-115744039902789752</id><published>2006-09-05T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T09:45:41.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what my heart truly pines for...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/1600/househippo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="205" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/320/househippo.jpg" width="234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok, I confess that I really just wanted to use the word &lt;em&gt;pine...&lt;/em&gt;however, when I was watching T.V. today (a rare occurance) I was randomly reminded of something that I have always really wanted. Several years back, while I was sitting in front of the tube, a commercial that would change my life forever suddenly appeared on the screen. There, in all of its tiny glory stood a house hippo. The male British voice on the T.V. was telling the viewer of all of the conveniences that a house hippo could provide:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;British dude: "A house hippo could fit into the small of your pocket...imagine, a house hippo sleeping in your sock drawer".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sold. I wanted a house hippo and I wanted one BAD!! Unfortunately, I have never been able to find a house hippo. I mean look at it!! It's adorable!! And it's even freakin the cat out (who needs a watch dog?!). If anyone knows the whereabouts of these infamous creatures known as 'house hippos', please let me know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-115744039902789752?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/115744039902789752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=115744039902789752' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/115744039902789752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/115744039902789752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-my-heart-truly-pines-for.html' title='what my heart truly pines for...'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-115740808674338072</id><published>2006-09-04T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T15:14:46.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fat burger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/1600/fatburger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="208" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/906/3545/320/fatburger.jpg" width="284" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megs and I enjoying a baby burger at Fat Burger (and no, this burger is not made out of babies ya sicko!!). This picture was taken a long time ago...hahaha. But I like it :) Tys, we are going to Fat Burger when you come home!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-115740808674338072?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/115740808674338072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=115740808674338072' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/115740808674338072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/115740808674338072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2006/09/fat-burger.html' title='fat burger'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-115735692381152838</id><published>2006-09-04T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T09:28:17.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hopeless...</title><content type='html'>so I JUST got my blog and already i'm like 'ok, how do i do this?', 'what does this mean?'. thankfully tyco is going to give me a lesson in 'blogging'. i sounds like an art form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for some reason, i don't feel like using capital letters at the beginning of my sentences. i'm a rebel. maybe i'll put capital letters at the enD. that would throw people for a loop eH?. mwahahahA. my five years of teacher training have gone for a ride down the porcelain canaL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it's late. *sigh*. but tomorrow is a holiday!!. it's kind of ironic that this 'holiday' is called labour day. it's a day of 'resting' (generally) yet the name implies toiling. maybe it's just too late for me. or maybe i'm just lame and dense. hahah. it's a toss up ;). g'nite!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-115735692381152838?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/115735692381152838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=115735692381152838' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/115735692381152838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/115735692381152838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2006/09/hopeless.html' title='hopeless...'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33828146.post-115735523662348922</id><published>2006-09-04T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T00:33:56.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blogger</title><content type='html'>Well, I am officially a 'blogger'. Is that even the right term?! A 'blogger'?? I'm sure that some blog nerd will correct me if i'm wrong ;) Anyways, hopefully I'll update my blog and keep you entertained (be that laughter, tears, moments of reflection or pure mockery). Remember, if you are invisible, you CAN walk through walls!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33828146-115735523662348922?l=flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/feeds/115735523662348922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33828146&amp;postID=115735523662348922' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/115735523662348922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33828146/posts/default/115735523662348922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flipflopsanonymous.blogspot.com/2006/09/blogger.html' title='blogger'/><author><name>Flip Flops Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04981941241864303653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
