<?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-10355880</id><updated>2012-02-07T23:53:20.949-06:00</updated><category term='Winnipeg Jets NHL'/><title type='text'>an audacious assurance</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>213</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-2558382278975468335</id><published>2008-10-30T14:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T14:34:21.742-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Gap</title><content type='html'>Hey all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I tried a new blog.. and used it twice (I think). The first was to announce my new blog, the second post was to apologize for a lack of posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I will give this one a whirl again???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-2558382278975468335?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2558382278975468335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=2558382278975468335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/2558382278975468335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/2558382278975468335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-gap.html' title='My Gap'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-8053747825306890344</id><published>2007-03-28T15:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T15:59:40.691-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Change in Priorities</title><content type='html'>It's funny how things take a total change in life, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning of January, I was still a little unsure of what was going down as far as graduation goes, what I wanted to do for the summer, and what would happen in the fall! Whatever those plans were, they're far gone now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah... priorities these days? Well, the top one is homework. Only a handful of assignments left to do... but in two weeks nonetheless... nothing like the feeling of good old pressure to get things done, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what lies in the future for Terrin?&lt;br /&gt;Well, most obviously, Terrin Hay will be no more... it'll be Terrin RAMSEY! haha!&lt;br /&gt;After school, I'll be moving home to my parent's house for the summer to spend some QT with the folks. I have some other weddings to attend to, as well as Brett's sister's University grad, so there'll be some other events interspersed with working and planning our wedding. I'm hoping to throw a little guitar hero in there somewhere too ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, graduating. Yeah.. not in that order or anything.... but Terrin will no longer be a student at Central, but rather, a student of life. I'm graduating at the end of April with my Diploma in Pastoral Ministry... go me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as pastoring goes, my official stance is "I'm looking at options".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, depending on if anything works out in "options" land, Brett and I will likely move after the honeymoon into our first house and live happily ever after... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't even think about nagging us to have kids. I will punch you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-8053747825306890344?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8053747825306890344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=8053747825306890344' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/8053747825306890344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/8053747825306890344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-change-in-priorities.html' title='My Change in Priorities'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-5848239899078881642</id><published>2007-02-17T23:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T23:03:06.081-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="350"wmode="transparent" data="http://www.godtube.com/flvplayer.swf?file=flvideo/237.flv&amp;autostart=false&amp;showfsbutton=true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.godtube.com/flvplayer.swf?file=flvideo/237.flv&amp;autostart=false&amp;showfsbutton=true" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embedsrc="http://www.godtube.com/flvplayer.swf?file=flvideo/237.flv&amp;autostart=false&amp;showfsbutton=true" loop="false" width="420" height="350" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am down with the j.c. too....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-5848239899078881642?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5848239899078881642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=5848239899078881642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/5848239899078881642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/5848239899078881642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-am-down-with-j_17.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-5682930797715431394</id><published>2007-02-17T00:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T00:58:14.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. What time is it? 12.52 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Name: Terrin Marie Hay (but that will change in about 6 months!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What are you most afraid of? everything right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What do you drive? Chevrolet Cavalier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Have you ever seen a ghost? nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Where were you born? Virden, MB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Ever been to Alaska ? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Ever been toilet paper decorating in trees? no, but i have other options on my pranking resume, so don't frett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Croutons or Bacon bits? hmm that's a toughie.... what about both...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Favorite day of the week? Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Favorite restaurant: probably beeps... or some of the small fun restaurants in brandon, or the freehouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Favorite Flower: white tulips and i'm starting to like calilillies now too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Favorite sport to watch? hockey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Favorite Drink: iced lattes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Favorite Ice cream: turtles, but i can't handle too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Disney or Warner Brothers: Warner Brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Favorite fast food restaurant? arbys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What color is your bedroom carpet? blue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. How many times you failed your driver's test? None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Who filled this out before you did? My sister, Leslee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What do you do most often when you are bored? sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Bedtime ? depends. I try and be in bed around midnight if i have a class in the morning, but if i work until midnight, then that is a different story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Tea or Coffee? Tea AND coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Ford or chevy? Volkswagen. I want one so bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What are you listening to right now? me typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What are your favorite colors? black?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. How many tattoos do you have? 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Do you have any pets? none :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Which came first the chicken or the egg? chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. What would you like to accomplish before you die? I have a list of 100 things to accomplish before i die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What is your sign ? do not enter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-5682930797715431394?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5682930797715431394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=5682930797715431394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/5682930797715431394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/5682930797715431394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2007/02/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-8843020131908545073</id><published>2007-02-15T13:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T13:57:21.936-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fiance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3ibdTYCX4/RdS7GAB79xI/AAAAAAAAAAk/REKUt1IhgMQ/s1600-h/DSC05084+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3ibdTYCX4/RdS7GAB79xI/AAAAAAAAAAk/REKUt1IhgMQ/s320/DSC05084+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031852395441420050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3ibdTYCX4/RdS7GAB79yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/QQFA9TlG7xk/s1600-h/DSC05086+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3ibdTYCX4/RdS7GAB79yI/AAAAAAAAAAs/QQFA9TlG7xk/s320/DSC05086+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031852395441420066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if one picture is worth a thousand words, then these pictures are worth two thousand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the happy day is august 11th!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-8843020131908545073?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8843020131908545073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=8843020131908545073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/8843020131908545073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/8843020131908545073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-fiance.html' title='My Fiance'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3ibdTYCX4/RdS7GAB79xI/AAAAAAAAAAk/REKUt1IhgMQ/s72-c/DSC05084+(Small).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-3213141585110386281</id><published>2007-02-07T01:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T01:52:37.028-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Mom! I'm on TV!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gl3433qj4hU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gl3433qj4hU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-3213141585110386281?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3213141585110386281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=3213141585110386281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/3213141585110386281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/3213141585110386281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2007/02/look-mom-im-on-tv.html' title='Look Mom! I&apos;m on TV!!'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-1701384675309865687</id><published>2007-01-28T22:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T22:56:01.669-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Get Paid to do WHAT?!?!?!?</title><content type='html'>so yeah, it's been a while since my last update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the biggest and most important news is that i got that job at starbucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like the sweetest job EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm saving a ton on drinks&lt;br /&gt;i learned how to make them&lt;br /&gt;i'm making money&lt;br /&gt;and now i have something to fill my time!!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, brett had his birthday yesterday! happy birthday brett!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we were in neepawa today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not much else is going on, but there's an update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Terrin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-1701384675309865687?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1701384675309865687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=1701384675309865687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/1701384675309865687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/1701384675309865687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-get-paid-to-do-what.html' title='I Get Paid to do WHAT?!?!?!?'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-7443494279924479166</id><published>2007-01-07T21:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T21:41:32.074-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Update</title><content type='html'>Well, this is going to go in list-form, since I've become very lazy in the last week....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have TOO MUCH spare time on my hands! I am going craaaazy!&lt;br /&gt;2. I had a job interview at Starbucks yesterday. I'm pretty pumped, and I hope I got the job, because I could drink my $4 coffee for FREE while they pay me $8 an hour! MWAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm on Special again this year.... looks like we'll have a good time again this year.&lt;br /&gt;4. The Guardian, though it has Kevin Costner AND Ashton Kutcher in it, was a pretty good movie.&lt;br /&gt;5. It's good to be back with Nicole again. I hope one day that we'll live really close to each other.&lt;br /&gt;6. Brett and I have had some chance for phone conversation... I really miss him though&lt;br /&gt;7. What's the deal with having like zero classes... seriously... only one day of my week has more than 3 hours of class time!&lt;br /&gt;8. How about that Canada-Russia final for the world juniors? Pretty awesome, if I do say so myself ;)&lt;br /&gt;9. I'm adjusting nicely back into saskatoon life... but not dorm life... it's hard coming back to this. I think I'm doing my best though, and I now have the option of escaping to Nic's to play scrabble :)&lt;br /&gt;10. I think I'm going to try and go to the gym sometime this week... anyone else up for it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later gaters!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-7443494279924479166?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7443494279924479166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=7443494279924479166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/7443494279924479166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/7443494279924479166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-update.html' title='My Update'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-5698816479387717891</id><published>2007-01-04T22:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T09:16:50.612-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Stolen Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;so it's true... i'm a theif. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Matthew had this originally, and it's not really a compliment to his work or anything.. I am just lacking the creative juices tonight. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, sorry matt... you're not quite good enough to steal from for creativity... but out of laziness, i'll leave the credits for you on the lawn to pick up next time you're in the vicinity.... but only because i'm too lazy to go outside and get them....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. WHAT TIME DID YOU GET UP THIS MORNING? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;exactly 9:13 am... it seems i accidentally reset my time when i meant to reset my alarm :S... so i had about 17 minutes to get ready for class&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. DIAMONDS OR PEARL? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Diamonds really are a girl's best friend. my best friend would be a princess cut solitaire with a white gold band&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. WHAT WAS THE LAST FILM YOU SAW AT the CINEMA? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A Night at the Museum! that movie was a lot of fun. it took me back to those days as a kid when you watched an adventure movie... totally a nostalgic sense of wonder!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE TV SHOW? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have several favorites, but given the facts that I have a brand new Jack Bauer tshirt to wear at the 4 hour premiere on January 14th and 15th, I'm going to have to go with the old industry standard: 24!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. WHAT DID YOU HAVE FOR BREAKFAST? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I made myself some coffee in my room between my pastoral theology classes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. WHAT IS YOUR MIDDLE NAME? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Marie, which is actually quite a common middle name!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. FAVOURITE CUISINE? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love curry. It's wonderful. I also love pasta and steak!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. WHAT FOODS DO YOU DISLIKE? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bananas, crunchy coconut, McDonald's, anything soggy, and most sandwiches.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE POTATO CHIP FLAVOUR? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Old Dutch Ketchup chips..... i LOVE to lick all the flavour off!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE CD AT THE MOMENT? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My brother bought me the new live Foo Fighters album "Skin and Bones" for Christmas. I Lurve it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. WHAT KIND OF CAR DO YOU DRIVE? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1998 Cavalier Z24... anyone want to trade for a 2000 Jetta?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. FAVOURITE SANDWICH? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't really like sandwiches. Though I do love Arby's sandwiches, and subs from Sobey's.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. WHAT CHARACTERISTIC DO YOU DESPISE? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lack of Integrity. It really grinds my gears when people lack integrity.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. FAVOURITE ITEM OF CLOTHING? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tie between my Jack Bauer tshirt and my new Beatles' sweatshirt&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. IF YOU COULD GO ANYWHERE IN THE WORLD ON VACATION, WHERE WOULD YOU GO?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's a tough one... I really want to see all of the world someday. Maybe I'll get like a job as some travelling girl or something just so I can see the world. My first destination would likely be Australia or Thailand&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. FAVOURITE BRAND OF CLOTHING? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love Joe Clothing from Superstore!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. TO WHERE WOULD YOU RETIRE? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Somewhere peaceful.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. WHAT WAS YOUR MOST MEMORABLE BIRTHDAY? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I actually always tend to have nice birthdays. No big surprises or any huge parties or anything... but fun stuff usually happens! I think my 18th was probably the most memorable though.. I went to Sonlife camp!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. FAVOURITE SPORT TO WATCH? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Definitely hockey... or any sport that Brett plays&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. GOAL YOU HAVE FOR YOURSELF? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Survive the next four months&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. WHEN IS YOUR BIRTHDAY? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;July 10th&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. WHEN IS YOUR ANNIVERSARY? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;June 15th. It'll be 3 years this year!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. ARE YOU A MORNING PERSON OR A NIGHT PERSON? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Very much NOT a morning person. You don't want to cross me in the morning!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. WHAT IS YOUR SHOE SIZE? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7.5-8... depending on the brand of those beautiful shoes!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. PETS: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;none. my brother has two cats. i found one of them under the dumpster when i was working at 7-eleven though! her name is Tim.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. ANY NEW AND EXCITING NEWS YOU'D LIKE TO SHARE WITH US? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm graduating this year! but the OTHER exciting news that I'd love to share with you hasn't come to fruition... yet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. WHAT DID YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU WERE LITTLE? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A lawyer first, then a doctor. I was so hardcore about being a doctor that I started reading this medical textbook that my mom had. I like knew everything in that book!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. HOW ARE YOU TODAY? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Meh... I have a stuffy nose, and have been bored since about 6:30.... and I don't have major plans to fend off the boredom tomorrow either... I do have an interview with Starbucks on saturday, so wish me luck!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE CANDY? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love all candy... except for whoppers... that's just nasty!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE FLOWER? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I really love tulips... white flowers really get my attention too... like calilillies..... gee.. i haven't actually received flowers for a while *HINT HINT!!!!*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. WHAT IS A DATE ON THE CALENDAR YOU ARE LOOKING FORWARD TO? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;February 10th I'll hopefully be heading home for a week of boyfriendness....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. WHERE IS THE FURTHEST YOU HAVE EVER BEEN FROM HOME? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Colorado.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;33. SMALL THINGS YOU REALLY ENJOY? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;smiles, and "I love you's" when they're whispered &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-5698816479387717891?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5698816479387717891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=5698816479387717891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/5698816479387717891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/5698816479387717891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-stolen-thoughts.html' title='My Stolen Thoughts'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-4184293313923381995</id><published>2007-01-01T13:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T13:59:22.967-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. What did you do in 2006 that you'd never done before? &lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: verdana;"&gt;hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: verdana;"&gt;-went to a black tie event&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: verdana;"&gt;-lived in a city bigger than 500,000&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: verdana;"&gt;-worked full time at a church, got to be a youth leader&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: verdana;"&gt;-took the bus in Saskatoon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Did you keep your New Year's resolutions and will you make more for next year?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I think I resolved to drink more water last year... that didn't happen. This year, i'm thinking of keeping a ledger of all my spending habits... just to see what I'm spending my hard earned cash on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Did anyone close to you give birth?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tessa had a girl, Jennie&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Taralee had a girl, Siena&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Wiley had a girl, Marissa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Breyan had a boy, Aran&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I think i'm missing someone.... all well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Did anyone close to you die?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.5cm; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... not that i can think of. I only went to one funeral this year, and that was because i was working at the church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. What countries did you visit?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.5cm; font-family: verdana;"&gt;none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. What would you like to have in 2007 that you lacked in 2006?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.5cm; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Patience with something that's been on my mind....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.5cm; font-family: verdana;"&gt;a macbook&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.5cm; font-family: verdana;"&gt;more time with friends and family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.5cm; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. What date from 2005 will remain etched in your memory, and why?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: verdana;"&gt;July Long weekend... had my youth out for a camping trip.. and July long is my favoritest holiday EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Learning to be a leader&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. What was your biggest failure?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I need to save more money... I just need to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. Did you suffer illness or injury?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.5cm; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Twisted my ankle a couple of times. nothing else really though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.5cm; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;11. What was the best thing you bought?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.5cm; font-family: verdana;"&gt;A laptop. It will change my life forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;12. Whose behavior merited celebration?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Mollie, who quit smoking! way to go girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;People who weren't truthful with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;14. Where did most of your money go?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.5cm; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I ate out and drank coffee WAY too much this year. Bills and other necessities were in there too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.5cm; font-family: verdana;"&gt;My Christmas gift, not having to go to school in September, seeing Brett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;16. What song will always remind you of 2006?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Anything from Billy Talent II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;17. Compared to this time last year, are you:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i. happier or sadder? Happier&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ii. thinner or fatter?&lt;/b&gt; Fatter. I've gained some weight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;iii. richer or poorer?&lt;/b&gt; meh. probably the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;18. What do you wish you'd done more of?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: verdana;"&gt;getting to know people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;19. What do you wish you'd done less of?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.5cm; font-family: verdana;"&gt;worrying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;22. Did you fall in love in 2006?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: verdana;"&gt;No, i was already in love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;23. How many one-night stands?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. I have to lie down to sleep, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;24. What was your favorite TV program?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Grey's Anatomy, Prison Break, 24 and House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;25. Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: verdana;"&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;26. What was the best book you read?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Communicating for a Change by Andy Stanley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;27. What was your greatest musical discovery?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: verdana;"&gt;don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;29. What did you want and not get?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: verdana;"&gt;ipod... sniff sniff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;30. What was your favorite film of this year?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: verdana;"&gt;hmm. i didn't see many. I finally saw my big fat greek wedding... that was a good one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;31. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brett and me stayed over the night before at my parent's house. they made me a big supper, and then me and brett hung out for the evening. I turned 22!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;32. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: verdana;"&gt;longer summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;33. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2006?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: verdana;"&gt;"dress like the kids you hang out with"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;35. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiefer and John. We're on a first name basis now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;36. What political issue stirred you the most?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: verdana;"&gt;probably Iraq&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;37. Who did/do you miss?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I miss Nicole!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;38. Who was the best new person you met?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Weston Gospel Church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;39. Quote a few song lyrics that sums up your year:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.5cm; font-family: verdana;"&gt;where is the line, where is the line, between your fashion and your mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-4184293313923381995?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4184293313923381995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=4184293313923381995' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/4184293313923381995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/4184293313923381995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2007/01/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-115669118615143356</id><published>2006-12-15T14:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T14:15:37.930-06:00</updated><title type='text'>my boredom blog</title><content type='html'>Hey guys... today is my last office day... and i have nothing to do... enjoy this lovely survey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Where were you 1 hour ago?&lt;br /&gt;the same place i am now... on the computer... being bored! there's nothing to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When is the last time you filled up your gas tank?&lt;br /&gt;filled? i have no clue... maybe like in october... i did come close to filling it two weeks ago when i went to brandon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is the most amount of money you spent in one store?&lt;br /&gt;surridges... i spent about $1500 there a few weeks ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you?&lt;br /&gt;there's a pink piece of paper on the wall with 1 john 4:9 on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When is the last time you went to the mall?&lt;br /&gt;i went on tuesday with mollie, because i was craving arby's and i needed to pick up the last part of felicia's gift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Are you wearing socks right now?&lt;br /&gt;and shoes! it's FREEZING in this church!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you have a car worth over $5,000?&lt;br /&gt;i paid more than $5000 for it... but i doubt it's worth that much anymore.. cars don't keep their value well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. When was the last time you drove out of town?&lt;br /&gt;I went to brandon on the 2nd to go to brett's christmas party! it was so much fun! i even got to dress up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Have you been to the movies in the last 5 days?&lt;br /&gt;nope... watched some grey's anatomy with felicia though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Are you popular?&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, very poopular&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What was the last thing you had to drink?&lt;br /&gt;i think it was pepsi last night. i havent had my caffeine fix yet today! (yet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What was the last thing you mailed in the mail?&lt;br /&gt;probably student loan forms... they're always wanting things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you wash your car?&lt;br /&gt;not unless i feel like going through one of those drive thru car washes... but really, it's winnipeg, and it's melting.. kind of stupid to wash your car, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Last fast food you ate.&lt;br /&gt;nachos and cheese from sev last night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Where were you last week at this time?&lt;br /&gt;here, getting ready for friday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Have you bought any clothing items in the last week?&lt;br /&gt;nope, i think i'm done buying clothes for a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What bank do you use?&lt;br /&gt;virden credit onion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you own any land?&lt;br /&gt;nope. i haven't stayed in a place long enough to own it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What do you want to be when you "grow up"?&lt;br /&gt;i don't know. all i know is that i want kids, and a house. and freedom to bake and watch dr phil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Your dream vacation?&lt;br /&gt;hmmm who knows... i think hawaii would be cool to see... somewhere exotic... i basically want to see the whole world anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Last boat ride you went on?&lt;br /&gt;summertime at Calvary temple youth camp. i went kneeboarding! i can still get up no problem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. How old are your parents?&lt;br /&gt;older... but not too old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Are you in love?&lt;br /&gt;mmmhm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you have any single friends?&lt;br /&gt;of course. i have a lot of youth as friends too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Last play you saw?&lt;br /&gt;i saw "assassins" with felicia in like august... and i saw some weird cabaret thing at brett's thinger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Have you been to New York?&lt;br /&gt;no. apparently too many people are murdered there anyway... so i'm sure it's a good thing i've never been there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What are your plans for tonight?&lt;br /&gt;well, doing the play, and that's about it. see... i'm in a play this weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Last concert you went to?&lt;br /&gt;geez i don't even know... probably franklin graham, i saw newsboys last there i believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Next trip you are going to take?&lt;br /&gt;going home on monday for christmas holidays, then back to saskatoon for semester #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Ever go to camp?&lt;br /&gt;yep, camp is fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Were you an honor roll student in school?&lt;br /&gt;not in highschool.. i missed it by like 3%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What is your current GPA?&lt;br /&gt;i dunno.... 3. something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Are you wearing any perfume or cologne?&lt;br /&gt;never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Are you hungry?&lt;br /&gt;STARVING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Do you have a tan?&lt;br /&gt;i'm as white as they come, even with a tan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. How old do you want to be when you have kids?&lt;br /&gt;old enough to be married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Do you collect anything?&lt;br /&gt;not especially. i try not to keep "stuff" with having to move so frequently. i do keep cards that my friends give me though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Is this quiz annoying?&lt;br /&gt;no. that question is though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Last time you got pulled over?&lt;br /&gt;never! but i've gotten a ticket before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Ever been arrested?&lt;br /&gt;nope. very good little girl over here! *Bats eyelashes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Been to Mexico for Spring Break?&lt;br /&gt;nope. never even been that far south!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Do you like hot sauce&lt;br /&gt;LURVE it! hot sauce, hot sauce, hot sauce!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Do you need to do laundry?&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I could use a clean load or two. but i'm doing alright for laundry, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. How many friends do you have?&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Are you someone's best friend?&lt;br /&gt;BFF!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Are you rich?&lt;br /&gt;not especially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. What are you thinking right this minute?&lt;br /&gt;going to starbucks and then walking across the parking lot to mcdonald's because i'm STARVING&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-115669118615143356?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115669118615143356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=115669118615143356' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/115669118615143356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/115669118615143356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-boredom-blog.html' title='my boredom blog'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-2656440056510643344</id><published>2006-12-07T15:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T15:41:08.586-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Christmas Wish</title><content type='html'>screw ipods and zune (though i really would love to get either!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for christmas, this is what i want:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AO7wQED2leA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AO7wQED2leA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-2656440056510643344?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2656440056510643344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=2656440056510643344' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/2656440056510643344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/2656440056510643344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-christmas-wish.html' title='My Christmas Wish'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-441391612376697328</id><published>2006-12-05T22:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T23:01:56.060-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want To Be In The Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Romans 7: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="en-NIV-28096" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For what I do is not the good I want to do; no, the evil I do not want to do—this I keep on doing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="en-NIV-28097" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now if I do what I do not want to do, it is no longer I who do it, but it is sin living in me that does it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; wish that I hadn't grown up a Christian. Not because of some horrible experience in the church, not because I had awful parents (and I didn't), not because I was teased because of my faith, or felt like an outcast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's because I wish I had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; learned how to act like a perfect Christian, even when my actions and thoughts and inclinations pointed in a different direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Paul's honesty with his struggle with sin in Romans 7. I love how Paul had the attitude to persevere, even when he didn't feel like much of a Christian. I was pumpin some old dc Talk tunes tonight, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"In the Light"&lt;/span&gt; came blasting through my sad excuse for a car stereo, and something struck me theologically. Sure, it's one thing to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;say&lt;/span&gt; that we want to be in the light, as He is in the light... but what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;steps&lt;/span&gt; are we taking towards it? Are our actions pointing to our wishes, or are we just being those &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"nice"&lt;/span&gt; Christians that we learned how to be at such a young and eager age. Yes, it's admirable to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;say&lt;/span&gt; that you want one thing, but eventually, you're going to have to be mature enough to take that step. Otherwise, you'll never grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an awesome coffee with my good friend Mollie tonight, and of the many things we talked about, she said something that alarmed me in my spirit. We were talking about life in general, and she says to me "Terrin, I don't see you struggle with anything, I don't see you questioning things in the Bible or with God, and I don't see you struggle with sin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Do I have people snowed or what? The thing is that I've learned very well how to hide my emotions and struggles, and everything else. I have things perfected to a "T"... even to the point that people I'm good friends with don't think I have any shortcomings or fears or anxieties. If I'm not leaning on my friends and using them to keep me accountable and have a support in my walk through life... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how much am I really leaning on Jesus to help me through my life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly wish I could be more like a Mollie, new in her faith, questioning everything, and wearing her heart on her sleeve, problems, sin, vulnerability and all. Things aren't always perfect... but they're dealt with, you know? So candid and raw... it's so encouraging to have that breath of fresh air in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, don't get me wrong, this is not the part of the blog where I spill my deepest darkest secret with the lot of you, but there's just a few thoughts that go running through my head... if I desire to be more like Jesus, (and I really do), what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;steps&lt;/span&gt; am I taking to be in the light, as He is in the light? What steps am I taking to be so honest with myself that I can admit that I do have struggles with sin, and shortcomings/flaws in my life, and things that I can't deal with on my own strength?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I blog about this to ask you the very same questions... Are you presenting yourself as the perfect Christian who has no problems, or are you being honest and accountable to mentors and friends you've surrounded yourself with? What steps are you taking to become more Christlike? What are you struggling with that you can get your friends to pray for you about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge Him, and He will make your paths straight"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/end rant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any prayer requests?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-441391612376697328?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/441391612376697328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=441391612376697328' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/441391612376697328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/441391612376697328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-want-to-be-in-light.html' title='I Want To Be In The Light'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-7154712408527621260</id><published>2006-11-30T16:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T18:03:34.454-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Babies!!!!</title><content type='html'>So, about a week ago I mentioned that my guitars were stolen from the church, and it was a very sad occasion for us all (except for Jennie, who said 'i told you so'...  ouch...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, I'm happy to announce that last Saturday the church's insurance came through and I was set to go shopping for some new babies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and though I know Alexis and Mister can never be replaced, I do like the idea of having new guitars to stand in the gap and form new memories in the absence of my missing ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so without any further adieu, here are my brand spankin new babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1192/1264/1600/751648/Picture%20002%20%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1192/1264/400/697079/Picture%20002%20%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the acoustic guitar is a yamaha apx 900, it has a thin body and is made of mahogany, and it has some pretty sweet electronics in it! His name is Thaddeus and he's not black, he's a mocha brown color, and he looks really cool under a bright light. And our resident Greek Geek Matthew will tell us all what "Thaddeus" means in Greek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bass is the same as alexis, but he's black now. and once you go black, you apparently never go back. His name is Clyde. Clyde has no special meaning, but it's a really beefy name, for such a hunk of a bass ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here is their warm welcome into my world of music. Now, show some love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Peace out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terrin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-7154712408527621260?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7154712408527621260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=7154712408527621260' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/7154712408527621260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/7154712408527621260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2006/11/so-about-week-ago-i-mentioned-that-my.html' title='My New Babies!!!!'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-8546772377690140052</id><published>2006-11-20T16:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T16:09:39.300-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Last Week in Point Form</title><content type='html'>So here is my week in point form:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I read a lot of the Thomas Holdcroft book for our History of Israel class. I really like it!&lt;br /&gt;-Wrote exam for Hisotry of Israel class... it was ok&lt;br /&gt;-Started the wrong assignment for History of Israel class, but managed to finish on time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The church was broken into. My two favorite guitars were stolen. Waiting on insurance.&lt;br /&gt;-We had an all nighter on Friday, didn't get to bed until 11:30am saturday morning&lt;br /&gt;-Kids exploded a blue bingo dabber ALL over the floor in the foyer&lt;br /&gt;-spent two hours steam cleaning the carpet until 11:30 am saturday morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-my two cousins have given birth. one on my mom's birthday named Marissa, and one yesterday named Aran. yay!&lt;br /&gt;-grey cup partay!&lt;br /&gt;-Mollie and I become very interested in the concept of a 'team'&lt;br /&gt;-Brett comforts Terrin re: stolen guitars via telephone on thursday&lt;br /&gt;-Terrin sleeps for eternity, could use another eternity's sleep&lt;br /&gt;-play practise tonight. I am playing Meredith, the emo teenager!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry so short, but i have homework to tend to... it NEVER endS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-8546772377690140052?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8546772377690140052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=8546772377690140052' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/8546772377690140052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/8546772377690140052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-last-week-in-point-form.html' title='My Last Week in Point Form'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-2964321589743626393</id><published>2006-11-07T14:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T14:24:15.823-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Rant of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;font-size:78%;" &gt;I'm hungry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;font-size:78%;" &gt;How do I know that I'm hungry? A few things will tell me this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;font-size:78%;" &gt;1- I haven't eaten a proper meal today. I had some coffee from Tim's and a bagel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;font-size:78%;" &gt;2- My head hurts, I feel dizzy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;font-size:78%;" &gt;3- I don't have any energy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;font-size:78%;" &gt;4- my stomach is going crazy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;font-size:78%;" &gt;Now really, the only thing I can do to curb this hunger is to eat. I can drink coffee and have the caffeine and subside it for a while, but I'm only going to be able to ride that for a while. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;font-size:78%;" &gt;I can do something to distract myself until lunchtime, and cover up the blatantly loud noises my stomach is making, but I am still going to have a headache and feel dizzy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;font-size:78%;" &gt;Let's face it. The world has made a big deal about food. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;font-size:78%;" &gt;From birth our life schedule revolves around food:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;font-size:78%;" &gt;We have a right to food. We have a right to eat good food. We have a right to have food RIGHT NOW! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;font-size:78%;" &gt;We are taught to recognize our hunger and to fulfill it immediately. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;font-size:78%;" &gt;From childhood, we are driven by the necessity to eat food, and our desire to eat it. We know when we're hungry. We're taught how to recognize when we are hungry- we feel the effects of hunger. We're taught how to remedy that hunger by eating. We are equipped to quench that hunger by going through the McDonald's drive-thru. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;font-size:78%;" &gt;We &lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;know exactly how to pinpoint, recognize and cure our hunger precisely and accurately. There's a science to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;font-size:78%;" &gt;So the science of hunger tells us to 'fill'er up' when we feel these warning signs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;font-size:78%;" &gt;But how do we know when our souls are running on empty? What are the hunger pangs that our Spirit makes when it's hungry? What are the 'warning signs' that tell us to go and 'eat'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;font-size:78%;" &gt;I think the church has failed in teaching us to recognize this hunger. In the book of Matthew when Jesus was fasting in the desert, (you know... fasting... going without food for a &lt;i&gt;very &lt;/i&gt;long and excruciatingly hungry time) and was approached by the devil, who basically said “cmon, Jesus! You're the son of God! You can turn rocks into bread! Just go ahead and do it!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;font-size:78%;" &gt;But Jesus understood something more important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;He responded with the pithy, but punchy quote from Deuteronomy: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Man does not live on bread alone, but on every word that comes from the mouth of God. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;font-size:78%;" &gt;Jesus understood that there was a hunger that existed in him which was larger than his hunger for food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;font-size:78%;" &gt;We have that same hunger embedded in us- we are experiencing the pangs in our spirit! We cannot live on food alone, but every word that comes from the mouth of God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;font-size:78%;" &gt;But we are feeding ourselves with &lt;i&gt;garbage&lt;/i&gt;. We only recognize that we have unquenchable zest for life. We can never get enough. We can't find that God-shaped peg for the God-shaped hole, so we make quick fixes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;font-size:78%;" &gt;We patch up our hunger, distract ourselves from the noises in our spirit- oh what's some more tv, video games, time with our friends. Anything to fill up that time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;font-size:78%;" &gt;We deny the fact that we are weak and dizzy- we have no spiritual energy and find everything exhausting in life. Don't be mistaken, God set it up like this for a reason! We aren't meant to run entirely on our own steam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;font-size:78%;" &gt;We deny that our empty spirit is going crazy! We, in a North American culture are so unsatisfied with everything. We can't get enough of money, possessions, sex, drugs, rock'n'roll (pick your poison)... all because our spirits are flipping out because they're starved virtually to death!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;font-size:78%;" &gt;Do you know what this really is? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;font-size:78%;" &gt;It's Spiritual Anorexia. We are refusing to eat of what God has to offer to us! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;font-size:78%;" &gt;But I want to say this to you right now.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;font-size:78%;" &gt;PERSON, FEED THYSELF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;font-size:78%;" &gt;Do you know how I can tell that I'm getting a little hungry in my soul?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;font-size:78%;" &gt;I get depressed. I can't think of one time in my life where I was depressed and feeding my soul at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;font-size:78%;" &gt;I get judgmental. I focus on what everyone around me is doing wrong. Suddenly I'm holier than everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;font-size:78%;" &gt;I get defensive. No one dares question me!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;font-size:78%;" &gt;I get unaware of my sin. In the bad way. I think there's nothing wrong with doing things in my own strength. I think there's nothing wrong with what I do that isn't helping God out. I make compromises in my character because I think I have better judgment than God does. I am no longer in need of his grace...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;font-size:78%;" &gt;BUT.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;font-size:78%;" &gt;Once I have filled up on my word daily, prayed, worshiped God, been encouraged by my surrounding Christian community, I can make it through the day. I have fed myself. I no longer am depressed, judgmental, defensive, and unaware of how impossibly hopeless I am without my God! I am quenched. I am full. Belt undone, thanksgiving dinner “FULL”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;font-size:78%;" &gt;So eat up, kids!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;font-size:78%;" &gt;Here's my proposal to you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;font-size:78%;" &gt;I would like to start a campaign against Spiritual Anorexia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;font-size:78%;" &gt;A campaign where we say no to feeding our souls with garbage!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;font-size:78%;" &gt;A campaign where we say yes to the word of God, to worship, serving and giving!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;font-size:78%;" &gt;A campaign where we encourage one another!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;font-size:78%;" &gt;Will you join the fight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;font-size:78%;" &gt;Will you feed that hunger?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;font-size:78%;" &gt;What will you look like if you do it?&lt;/span&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/10355880-2964321589743626393?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2964321589743626393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=2964321589743626393' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/2964321589743626393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/2964321589743626393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-rant-of-week.html' title='My Rant of the Week'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-2971121533403346699</id><published>2006-11-05T07:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T07:20:15.055-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Second Week of Modules!</title><content type='html'>Hey guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this week I took "Leadership and Administration" which was a wickedly awesome class! I learned so much about myself and how I operate on a team, how to deal with other types, how to lead from my strengths. I know now that I have a ton of books and such to sift through to really apply it to my life! I'm so excited about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to see Lisa Bevere (John Bevere's wife) preach at a women's conference. Holy Cow. I so want to have what she has! If any of you have heard Trevor Meier preach about this, you know what I mean! She was just a phenomenal person, an exciting preacher, and wise... so very wise. She made me come to the realization that being called to be a pastor as a woman is by no means a lesser calling! In fact, I really feel that churches should have more female pastors... we have a different perspective and approach than men do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But enough "gurl power". I would just like to say that seeing my school friends has definitely been fun! I love these guys to death! I've been staying at Nic and Jennie's, which has been pretty sweet, although it kinda sucks without a car, and being so far away from school and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm going out to Prince Albert to drum with the Ensemble, which will rule! I just love getting to play with Pipes! Man I miss that guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm going to get going, as it's very hard to type quietly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-2971121533403346699?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2971121533403346699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=2971121533403346699' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/2971121533403346699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/2971121533403346699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-second-week-of-modules.html' title='My Second Week of Modules!'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-6266071118893559784</id><published>2006-10-21T12:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T12:08:58.998-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Franklin Graham</title><content type='html'>Hey guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I'd let you know that Franklin Graham is in town tonight and tomorrow night at the MTS center for FREE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you need a ride, give the old cell phone a call, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tree 63 and Newsboys are playing tonight&lt;br /&gt;Casting Crowns and Michael W. Smith tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to see you there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-6266071118893559784?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6266071118893559784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=6266071118893559784' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/6266071118893559784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/6266071118893559784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2006/10/franklin-graham.html' title='Franklin Graham'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-2927103981690449290</id><published>2006-10-17T18:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:57:29.559-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who was the last person you...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. You hung out with?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shawna and I hung out today at the church&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I hung out with Daylene and Carter last night&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I hung out with Lish, Glo, Tyler, Scott, Jordan and Billy on Sunday night&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Boy. I'm popular lately... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Rode in a car with?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lots by myself recently, but Felicia and Gloria after said hanging out on Sunday night&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Went to the movies with?:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jana and Nicole (NIC YOU OWE ME AN EMAIL STILL!!!!)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. You went to the mall with?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nicole&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. You talked on the phone/IMed to?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shawna called this afternoon. I think I'll call Brett Bretterson tonight. I feel like we haven't had a good chance to talk in weeks! Wait... it HAS been weeks! I miss you baby!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. Made you laugh?:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Daylene and Carter and I probably had a good laugh last night.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;W O U L D . Y O U . R A T H E R?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Pierce your nose or tongue?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;nose&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Be serious or be funny?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vewwy vewwy sewious&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Drink whole or skim milk?:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;skim- but if I had the right to choose nothing, I'd choose that...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Die in a fire or drown?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fire. I think it would go faster. It also depends on how hot the fire is too I guess...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Spend time with your parents or enemies?:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Parents. I love my parents! They're so much fun to hang out with!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A N S W E R. T R U T H F U L L Y.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Do you like anyone?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;giggles&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;D O . Y O U . P R E F E R.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Sun or moon?:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sun. I like sunshine!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Winter or Fall?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fall... but then again, it's the least of two evils.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. left or right?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Right?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. 10 acquaintances or two best friends?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Two best friends, of course. I'm not that big on the whole 'acquaintances' thing.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Sunny or rain&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sunny, again, I like sunshine! But a good thunderspanker is good too!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Vanilla ice cream or chocolate ice cream?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Meh. Not a gigantic ice cream fanatic.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A B O U T . Y O U.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. What time is it?:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6:45 pm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. First Name?:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Terrin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. What do you want to do?:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;April- Graduate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;May- come back to Winnipeg&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sometime in the next while- eat something salty or sweet&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sometime in the future- get married!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Where do you wanna live?:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Like I said.. I wanna live here in the ghetto!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. How many kids do you want?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;At least 3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Do you want to get married?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes. I have it all planned out in my head too!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. what do you like on your pizza?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots and lots and lots of pineapple!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. Can you cross your eyes?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes. I can also keep one of them still while the other one rolls around in my head!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. Do you make your bed daily?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;At school I try to to keep some sanity to my room. Here, I'm not home all that often, so there's not really any point in making my bed.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;R A N D O M.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Which shoe goes on first?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Both, if possible!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Ever thrown a shoe at someone?'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's my signature move!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Do you twirl your spaghetti or cut it?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Twirl, but i always split it in two when it's dry, and i use a spoon to curl it on.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Have you ever eaten Spam&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;no. But when I delete my spam mail, it gives me lovely recipes for spam caseroles and such&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Favorite ice cream?:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vermonty Python by Ben &amp; Jerry's (ditto fleesh... and the chocolate brownie explosion is deadly too!)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. How many kinds of cereal are in your cabinet?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Not sure. I haven't eaten cereal here since summer.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Current mood?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Full, not really wanting to leave the house.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;---- IN . THE. LAST. 48 HOURS. HAVE. YOU.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. kissed some one?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Uh huh... well, somewhere in there. I don't know exactly. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Sang?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Of course.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Been hugged:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Every morning at prayer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Felt stupid:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes. That's a given.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Missed Someone:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;That's a given too!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Danced Crazy?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Not much of a dancer over here...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. Gotten your hair cut?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;No, could use one though.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. Cried:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I think I cried on Sunday night when I saw a sad episode of Full House.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;. S T U F F .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. do you have a Dog?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;No, not much of a dog person.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. When's the last time you've been sledding?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who knows... maybe grade 10 or so?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Would you rather sleep with someone else, or alone?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Not sure. Haven't really experienced the former... I'm sure another person would come in handy on a cold night though.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Do you believe in ghosts?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Umm no.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Do you consider yourself creative?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Probably to some degree&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-2927103981690449290?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2927103981690449290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=2927103981690449290' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/2927103981690449290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/2927103981690449290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2006/10/survey-time.html' title='Survey Time!'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-5241890162909058289</id><published>2006-10-17T16:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T16:55:33.985-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Name it &amp; Claim it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1192/1264/1600/91009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1192/1264/400/91009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Jesus' name....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she will be mine&lt;br /&gt;oh yes&lt;br /&gt;she will be mine!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;(who can't resist heated leather seats????)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now... who wants to buy this, so i can buy that pretty little thing up there???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1192/1264/1600/02005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1192/1264/400/02005.jpg" alt="" 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/10355880-5241890162909058289?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5241890162909058289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=5241890162909058289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/5241890162909058289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/5241890162909058289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2006/10/name-it-claim-it.html' title='Name it &amp; Claim it'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-3004246116743793430</id><published>2006-10-16T13:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T14:01:08.079-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Are The Rumors True???</title><content type='html'>I don't know why I came up with that title all of the sudden....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES- I am graduating from CPC this year, which forfeits my competition with the delightful Matthew Erickson for Valedictorian. Congratulations, Matthew, I always knew you were smarter than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES- I am coming back to Saskatoon on October 29. I need a ride for the first few days of the module though. Either that, or I am renting a car...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES- It looks as though I am returning to Winnipeg at the end of April to Weston Gospel Church to help out with neXus youth... whether that's a paid position or not, I really don't care, really, I'd likely camp in the parking lot if I couldn't find a place to live. This church rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO- I am not engaged... (but thanks to whoever's been spreading that one around!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES- Mollie got a job!!!! Hurray for Mollie! Check out her blog at &lt;a href="http://morickson.blogspot.com"&gt;http://morickson.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES- MATT GOT A GIRLFRIEND!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES- Baxter, my 1998 Cavalier Z24 is for sale! I just sank $350 into her for new tires too! If you're interested in this sexy little number, give me a call ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES- I am writing a blog to procrastinate writing my paper for History of Missions class... even when you're away from school, old habits die hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES- The FRANKLIN GRAHAM FESTIVAL IS NEXT WEEKEND! CASTING CROWNS IS PLAYING SUNDAY NIGHT!!!! Youth- invite a nonChristian- Franklin Graham can't save Christians OR empty seats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES- Norah, I am specifically writing this line so that you will comment again on my blog. Haven't got to updating my template yet though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES- you've reached the end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE A GREEEEEEEAT DAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-3004246116743793430?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3004246116743793430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=3004246116743793430' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/3004246116743793430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/3004246116743793430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2006/10/are-rumors-true.html' title='Are The Rumors True???'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-3472255404878066490</id><published>2006-10-11T15:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T15:17:19.201-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mood For Today</title><content type='html'>Low on Motivation... High on Life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUTH:&lt;br /&gt;Bring people to the gym riot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;200+ people: winning team shaves Dennis's head&lt;br /&gt;300+ people: winning team shaves FELICIA'S head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GET AT IT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i'm going to put my money on the underdogs: go team yellow!!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-3472255404878066490?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3472255404878066490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=3472255404878066490' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/3472255404878066490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/3472255404878066490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-mood-for-today.html' title='My Mood For Today'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-6736843584189578699</id><published>2006-10-05T10:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T10:37:23.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Boredom During Class...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. Where were you 1 hour ago?&lt;br /&gt;In the car, either on the way to pick up Nicole or Ashley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When is the last time you filled up your gas tank?&lt;br /&gt;Filled, or just put some gas in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Because I filled up on Sunday, but I put 20 bucks in on Tuesday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is the most amount of money you spent in one store?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I personally have spent more than $120 at one time on clothing. Other than that I would probably say that the 200 I spent on my monitor like 3 years ago... unless you count the 900 i dropped on my laptop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you?&lt;br /&gt;Jana and Wendy are wearing pink shirts. Not sure about underwear.... i'm in class right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When is the last time you went to the mall?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm........ probably like a month ago to get a key cut for Daylene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Are you wearing socks right now?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, white ones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you have a car worth over $5,000?&lt;br /&gt;I used to. It was worth $7,000 when I bought it... it's probably only worth about 4,000 once i get it all fixed to be safetied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. When was the last time you drove out of town?&lt;br /&gt;I am actually currently out of town... or back in town... i haven't been home in virden since september, and i haven't been back here in saskatoon since last april, and i was in winnipeg last week... don't even get me started on brandon! WHICH ONE IS HOME?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Have you been to the movies in the last 5 days?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... nope. Nic and I considered a cheap movie on tuesday, but it didn't happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;10. Are you popular?&lt;br /&gt;Popluar... you're gonna be pop-u-lar, you're gonna be good at sports, find the right cohorts.. lol... wicked is such an awesome musical!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I think i'm popular among my friends. And if they disagree, my mom thinks i'm cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What was the last thing you had to drink?&lt;br /&gt;Organic coffee with a scoop of hot chocolate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What was the last thing you mailed in the mail?&lt;br /&gt;I think i mailed out a student loan paper at the beginning of September&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you wash your car?&lt;br /&gt;Every once and a while. I usually clean the inside of it before i go to school too, so my car will be clean for the year. This time around, i cleaned it the day before i left for modules...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Last fast food you ate.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..... little debbie's oatmeal cookies!!! YUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Where were you last week at this time?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm thursday last week I was probably in the photocopy room or the A/V room either photocopying music, invites to the gym riot, or else I was working on my sermon for Friday night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Have you bought any clothing items in the last week?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Yesterday nicole and I went shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What bank do you use?&lt;br /&gt;Credit Union, but I have an RBC Visa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you own any land?&lt;br /&gt;I wish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What do you want to be when you "grow up"?&lt;br /&gt;Doing something in a church. And a mommy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Your dream vacation?&lt;br /&gt;I would love to travel anywhere, really. Australia is a preference, but i would take anywhere! I've never even seen the ocean :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Last boat ride you went on?&lt;br /&gt;At CT camp in August! I went kneeboarding!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. How old are your parents?&lt;br /&gt;51 and 52&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Are you in love?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you have any single friends?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Last play you saw?&lt;br /&gt;Assassins with Felicia in June&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Have you been to New York?&lt;br /&gt;I wish!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What are your plans for tonight?&lt;br /&gt;Working on my book report for History of Missions, maybe go see a movie if I can find someone who is up for it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Last concert you went to?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm i actually can't remember :S i did go to an nhl game a month ago... i would say the last concert would have been Third Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Next trip you are going to take?&lt;br /&gt;Back to Winnipeg on Saturday, then back to Saskatoon at the end of the month!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Ever go to camp?&lt;br /&gt;You betcha! Went in august to visit Kali, then we had a retreat a couple of weeks ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Were you an honor roll student in school?&lt;br /&gt;Grade 11 in highschool, and every year so far in college&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What is your current GPA?&lt;br /&gt;I believe my report card at christmas was 82, but i haven't seen my one from april yet, as i just paid my bill off at school...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Are you wearing any perfume or cologne?&lt;br /&gt;No, i prefer to have nice smelling hair :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Are you hungry?&lt;br /&gt;I could probably go for something to eat. I had coffee, and i have some cookies in my locker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Do you have a tan?&lt;br /&gt;No, but i did get a little bit of color this summer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;38. How old do you want to be when you have kids?&lt;br /&gt;When i start, or when i finish? I wouldn't mind having kids by like 27 or 28... be married for a while before you have the kids though...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Do you collect anything?&lt;br /&gt;Not especially. I always try my darndest not to be a pack rat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Is this quiz annoying?&lt;br /&gt;No, this class however, is very annoying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Last time you got pulled over?&lt;br /&gt;Never! I did get a camera ticket in the summer though..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Ever been arrested?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Been to Mexico for Spring Break?&lt;br /&gt;No desire to really... spring break vacations are to skanky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Do you like hot sauce&lt;br /&gt;love hot sauce!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Last time you had sex?&lt;br /&gt;Never! Jennie and I were talking last night that it was so nice to never have to worry about getting std's lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Do you need to do laundry?&lt;br /&gt;Ummm, not especially. I did all my laundry before i left winnipeg. I'll have to do some when i get back though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. How many friends do you have?&lt;br /&gt;Do i have to count? I've made tons of new friends in winnipeg, plus i have my college friends, then my brandon friends, and those from oak lake and virden. I don't want to count!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Are you someone's best friend?&lt;br /&gt;yep!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Are you rich?&lt;br /&gt;I get by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. What are you thinking right this minute?&lt;br /&gt;Zambia, my book report, and a topic for my paper in this class... i'm thinking Zinzendorf....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-6736843584189578699?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6736843584189578699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=6736843584189578699' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/6736843584189578699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/6736843584189578699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-boredom-during-class.html' title='My Boredom During Class...'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-7632624927399414061</id><published>2006-09-27T11:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T11:38:51.578-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God IS following me!</title><content type='html'>I was reading Nic's post, but I've noticed that God's been following me in a bit of a different way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see,  I  try to make it to church here on weekday mornings for the 6am prayer that they have. When I'm stressed, people can tell, because I am noticably absent from prayer, desperately trying to catch up on sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the flawed logic with that is that I am relying more on my sleep than I am on God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 3:5-6 says "trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge him and he will make your paths straight"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm going to trust that if I depend on God and am a responsible steward of my bedtime, he will make my paths straight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So God, I'm surrendering my sleep to you! I will dilligently try to do my best to be in bed at a good hour, but I am depending on you to be my strength when things are getting stressful!&lt;br /&gt;Amen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-7632624927399414061?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7632624927399414061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=7632624927399414061' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/7632624927399414061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/7632624927399414061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2006/09/god-is-following-me.html' title='God IS following me!'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-9117589949140541784</id><published>2006-09-24T13:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T13:12:54.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Youth Retreat at Red Rock</title><content type='html'>Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just spent a couple of days with the youth and young adults from my church at Calvary Temple youth camp....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just... wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dennis and I have been saying for  weeks now that big things are about to happen this year with the youth. It was just awesome. We had pastor Alan come out for a bit, and he preached on Friday night about being a friend of God. Then he talked a bit about what happens when we say no to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was superblessed with the rowdiest girls at the entire camp (I was sort of half camp staff/half counsellor, so they stuck me in a cabin for Friday night... I smartened up Saturday night and slept in the very warm and cozy staff cabin!). Mollie and I had our hands full till about 4 am with girls (such as Ainsley) saying "Terrin, Mollie, I have to go to the bathroom! There's bears outside! I'm afraid!" and our reply "go in twos and split up, the bear will only catch one of you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning I preached on Nehemiah and compassion, preparedness and servanthood. It was good. The evening was the main event though. Dennis preached on "Destiny", then after that, we had a WICKED time at the altar (I got to minister on my guitar) and we just had a Holy Ghost time right there at the altar, and a lot of our kids got filled with the Holy Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did worship for all the chapel times, it was fun. I have just come to realize that I really haven't lead worship all that much in my life, I'm usually the girl on another instrument. But lately, I've just sort of been drawn to doing it. So it was so much fun to do it acoustic and unplugged this weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I would share more, but i'm POOPED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving for saskatoon on next Sunday and Calvary is coming with. So I guess I'll see you all later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until Mollie admits that I'm the gangster-est of all white bread gangsters,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terrin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-9117589949140541784?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9117589949140541784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=9117589949140541784' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/9117589949140541784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/9117589949140541784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2006/09/youth-retreat-at-red-rock.html' title='Youth Retreat at Red Rock'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-3650117197874260580</id><published>2006-09-18T16:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T16:51:38.828-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winnipeg Jets NHL'/><title type='text'>My Weekend!</title><content type='html'>So, about 3 months ago, while bored at work one day, Felicia and I decided to make our "100 things to do before I die" list. Now, there are some questionable endeavors on the list, but yesterday, get this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally destroyed #81!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was #81, you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, of course,  I  have  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; wanted to see an NHL game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I heard the Oilers and the Coyotes were playing exhibition at the MTS center, I  immediately went to ticketmaster.ca and ordered up some tickets!  It was awesome! Of course, my guest of honor for ticket number 2 was the endearing Brett Ramsey, who was happy to accompany me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are as a darlin couple at the game:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1192/1264/1600/youth%20004%20%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1192/1264/320/youth%20004%20%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brett is always so serious about hockey though. When the game's on, you shouldn't say much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's Brett telling me to put the camera down and watch the game:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1192/1264/1600/youth%20027%20%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1192/1264/320/youth%20027%20%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...so serious about his hockey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an extra perk of the night as well:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1192/1264/1600/arrowyouth%20036%20%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1192/1264/320/arrowyouth%20036%20%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT my friends, is Wayne Gretzky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't believe me???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out a better pic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1192/1264/1600/wayneimage10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1192/1264/320/wayneimage10.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's pretty awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the Oilers won 5-0!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is another pic....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1192/1264/1600/youth%20026%20%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1192/1264/320/youth%20026%20%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people are very obsessed with the Jets coming back to Winnipeg.... throughout the night, people were yelling 'go jets, go!' and 'bring back the jets!!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea whether it will happen or not... i guess we'll see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later dudes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(see you cpc people in a couple of weeks!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-3650117197874260580?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3650117197874260580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=3650117197874260580' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/3650117197874260580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/3650117197874260580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-weekend.html' title='My Weekend!'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-6554686903433050601</id><published>2006-09-13T12:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T12:19:01.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Friend Kalandra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1192/1264/1600/church%20045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1192/1264/320/church%20045.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my dear friend Kali left this morning for Australia, and I have one thing to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUCKY!!!!!!!!!!!! (in napoleon voice, of course!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had a very tearful goodbye this morning with a  whole group of people,  but i think now that the saddness of her being gone is over, we can switch over into jealousy mode, because when her flight lands in like 2 days,  she'll have nothing but fun in the sun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss you sweetie, see you in six months!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-6554686903433050601?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6554686903433050601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=6554686903433050601' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/6554686903433050601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/6554686903433050601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-friend-kalandra.html' title='My Friend Kalandra'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-7667906996257461974</id><published>2006-09-06T15:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T15:07:21.114-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My, My, Hey, Hey</title><content type='html'>Well, back from holidays, it seems!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COULD THIS WEEK GET ANY BUSIER!!! ACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's tres excitement! This beats going back to school any day!  Though I do miss my dear friends very dearly.  You all know who you are! and if you're looking for an internship in January, talk to me, because my intern church would love to have more interns (aren't you glad I've paved the way for you??????)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... not a lot to say, just a lot to get finished&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH i quit biting my nails... yay for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-7667906996257461974?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7667906996257461974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=7667906996257461974' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/7667906996257461974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/7667906996257461974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-my-hey-hey.html' title='My, My, Hey, Hey'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-8795441787160090792</id><published>2006-08-29T11:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T11:17:06.325-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Week Off</title><content type='html'>Hey dudes and dudettes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unlike most of my college friends, this next week will be a week of relaxation! yes, it's true, i won't be at cpc this fall, except for the modular classes! instead, i'll be continuing my wonderful internship here at WGC. things are just cra-zazy around here. we're twinning our services in two weeks, we just had a youth staff meeting, and school starts for our kidlets next week! AHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i get a nice week of holidays to forget about my troubles. I'm going to Brett's tonight to watch some Rockstar: Supernova, where I'll be cheering my heart out for Ryan and Magni. Good times, i swear! Then I'm headed to my sister's house on thursday/friday to see the kiddies and of course, the main event, my sister. Who knows, maybe I'll see matt and the gang too if i'm lucky! Then the weekend i'm sure will be exciting, and i'll probably head to the dwelling place on sunday to see my old church friends whom i haven't seen since may. then, back to winnipeg for tuesday evening's PREMEIRE OF HOUSE!!!!!! (we're having a house party... get it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. things have been a little stressful around here. i was a little down on sunday, and my dearest mommy away from home called me on monday just to let me know that she loves me and that she was thinking about me and praying for me! how encouraging! i also spent an awesome night in worship again at the link yesterday, which was just so nice to be able to worship without having to worry about my responsibility. i could come and go as i pleased, and i was just refreshed by the word and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway..... not a whole lot else to say. have fun at school, suckers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and matt, sheldon and brett, you still owe me a survey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-8795441787160090792?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8795441787160090792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=8795441787160090792' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/8795441787160090792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/8795441787160090792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-week-off.html' title='My Week Off'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-3721337155979122291</id><published>2006-08-20T19:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T19:45:48.415-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Things that scare me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The Future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 People who make me laugh:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dueck Boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(there's more of you out there, those were just the three i came up with)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Things I Love:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drums&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Things I Hate:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church Politics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who don't try when they ought to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fighting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Things I don't Understand:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calculus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who live two lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why my keyboard won't capitalize anymore.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Things on my Floor:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoes (hey the caps work now!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7-eleven bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Things I'm doing right now:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing this post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relaxing after a successful day of worship practise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to Brett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Things I want to do before I die:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to an NHL Game (check, on september 17)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see another country&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Things I can do:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play Drums&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argue for no apparent reasons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Ways to describe my personality:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rational/irrational&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mellow/crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smart/blonde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Things I Think you should listen to:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is nothing like" by united&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your gut feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Things I Don't think you should listen to:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temptation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Wallet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Society&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Favorite Foods:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sloppy Joes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perogies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Beverages I drink regularly:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double-double&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemonade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Shows I watch:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 People you want to tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Matt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheldon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brett&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-3721337155979122291?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3721337155979122291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=3721337155979122291' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/3721337155979122291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/3721337155979122291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2006/08/3-things-that-scare-me-future-failure.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-115558479500216759</id><published>2006-08-14T14:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T14:46:35.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing My Old Friends</title><content type='html'>*Disclaimer: this is an emo post*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;summer is almost over.&lt;br /&gt;My internship is almost half over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Sobey's before I came to the church today for spinach dip, and it reminded me of Nicole.&lt;br /&gt;I received an email from my dear friend Jana today, and it caused me to miss her.&lt;br /&gt;I saw Rebecca last week at a wedding, and the very short time that we had to have a deep conversation made me realize that I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;Brett was in for a few days this week, and hanging out with him makes me miss him more when he's not here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Andew Plett as well (aka, uncle clarence), and he commented that i looked more grown up. little may he realize, but it almost made me a little sad. I miss those times where rebecca and i got away with pranking his house because we were the 'rowdy youth'. i miss staying up until four in the morning and having to be at work in a couple of hours....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but growing up does have its advantages. i don't really feel like listing them right now though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I went to the Willow Creek Summit this week, and it caused me to ask myself questions...&lt;br /&gt;like why i want to be in ministry... do i really believe that there is no higher calling? do i believe that Jesus can use me to minister to the world around me? do i really believe that there is a difference between hoping for revival and inviting my neighbor to church?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what would be the difference between living an ok life and the one God has called me to?&lt;br /&gt;would it be so bad to have an average existence? would the white picket fence ever be satisfying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah... don't worry, this isn't a meltdown. i know that God has called me, I know exactly what I am doing. But sometimes i just have to pinch myself to make sure it's all real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-115558479500216759?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115558479500216759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=115558479500216759' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/115558479500216759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/115558479500216759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2006/08/missing-my-old-friends.html' title='Missing My Old Friends'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-115444804372152302</id><published>2006-08-01T10:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T11:00:43.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weekend</title><content type='html'>well, brett, you can come out of hiding.... my sister has gone back to weyburn :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had a blast shopping, but now my feet are killing me after 3 solid days of shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we hit osborne, the forks and polo park hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, my car was broken into... just the change and an old wallet in my console were missing though, so i'm thankful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... not much else. vbs is finally finished, prase the lord! we had a great time with the kids though! vbs is a big thing to pull off though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm at work, so i best be doing that instead of this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-115444804372152302?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115444804372152302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=115444804372152302' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/115444804372152302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/115444804372152302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-weekend.html' title='My Weekend'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-115411446984599790</id><published>2006-07-28T14:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T14:21:48.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My News....</title><content type='html'>MY SISTER IS COMING TO VISIT ME THIS WEEKEND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-115411446984599790?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115411446984599790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=115411446984599790' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/115411446984599790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/115411446984599790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-news.html' title='My News....'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-115395183233307652</id><published>2006-07-26T17:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T17:10:32.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My VBS-tastic Week</title><content type='html'>Howdy folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is officially day two of bonfire day camp, a VBS that the church is putting on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in charge of singing time, and I also help out in the acting department for story time.&lt;br /&gt;Last night is going to be very hard to top. I dressed up as the innkeeper in the birth story! The scene is that these kids wake me up in the middle of the night, so I got to play a crotchety old man! I used House as my inspiration, and walked with a cane, shaking it in kids faces (no vicodin addiction though....). It was great fun! Gloria also did an amazing job telling the story of Jesus' birth and using the point that Jesus is the Light of the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is Zacchaeus, and I hope it will be just as good! Gloria and I are dressing up in one of those things where my feet are made from my hands, and my hands are Gloria's hands... I don't know... I'm sure you all remember gags like that from VBS's or Sunday Schools....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have some lines to memorize and a trailor to trash... and by trailor... i mean my office, and by trash, I mean clean... because it's been filled with messy messy things in order to prep for this VBS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-115395183233307652?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115395183233307652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=115395183233307652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/115395183233307652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/115395183233307652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-vbs-tastic-week.html' title='My VBS-tastic Week'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-115377074795539348</id><published>2006-07-24T14:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T17:55:43.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Favorite Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/1124151866.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/400/1124151866.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, if you haven't seen this show... WATCH IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6fdL1VnMjsY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6fdL1VnMjsY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who couldn't fall in love with an abrasive vicodin addict????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-115377074795539348?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115377074795539348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=115377074795539348' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/115377074795539348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/115377074795539348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-new-favorite-show.html' title='My New Favorite Show'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-115325616001356204</id><published>2006-07-18T15:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T15:56:00.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My 12th week</title><content type='html'>Hey guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week is officially weeks 12 of my internship here at Weston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 11 was a very, very, very busy one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was my birthday, so I spent the day at home hanging with the family, which was very nice. I missed my sister and her family by like a day, which is kind of a bummer, since I haven't seen her since probably the week after Easter. The kids have forgotten who uncle Brett is! Hopefully I'll see them before the end of summer. Who knows, maybe I'll take a week so I can go and visit them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I spent some very long and labourous days getting ready for our garage sale fundraiser...&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure I inhaled about 9 pounds of dust. But... 60 hours of work later, we made over $2000 to fund some of our youth ministry, so I would say it was well worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, we had a quiet night at youth and watched 8 Below. I was so emotionally and physically drained that I gushed tears at the end. The only person who had enough stones to say anything about it though was Gloria, so I didn't mind it all that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... OH! congrats to Andrew and Starla. I must say, I was quite jealous when I heard the news!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, you still have to admit, no one is cuter than this couple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/church%20picnic%20and%20jesses%20grad%20033%20%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/400/church%20picnic%20and%20jesses%20grad%20033%20%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(awwwwwwwwww!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough self-glorification!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week Felicia and I are putting on a VBS here at the church. Week after that is Go-Carts night on Friday, and a Third Day concert the following monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else... I dunno&lt;br /&gt;Today has been fairly lax, as I am recovering from last week still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-115325616001356204?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115325616001356204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=115325616001356204' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/115325616001356204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/115325616001356204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-12th-week.html' title='My 12th week'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-115266917866276706</id><published>2006-07-11T20:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T20:52:58.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>Well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fortunately didn't have to endure the  birthday bumps this  year... and boy am I glad! That would have been a long ride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids, just yesterday, I turned 22.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. 22. I know, it's incredibly old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say the best present I got was the company of my main man, and my family... plus, the ultimately cool book by postsecret from Brett! GO POSTSECRET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the wonderful phonecalls from Nicole and Mollie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for my birthday porkchops!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, is that enough of an update for you???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-115266917866276706?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115266917866276706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=115266917866276706' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/115266917866276706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/115266917866276706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-happy-birthday.html' title='My Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-115198179980221556</id><published>2006-07-03T21:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T21:56:39.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Album of the Summer</title><content type='html'>Please,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go out and buy Billy Talent II.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a bum copy from my brother last week, and went and bought my very own copy today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-115198179980221556?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115198179980221556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=115198179980221556' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/115198179980221556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/115198179980221556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-album-of-summer.html' title='My Album of the Summer'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-115144634716478613</id><published>2006-06-27T17:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T17:12:27.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>myspace stuff...</title><content type='html'>hey, my myspace is http://www.myspace.com/nexus_space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a survey i did for my  myspace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HERE IS A SURVEY ABOUT YOUR TOP 8 ON YOUR FRIEND'S LIST. FILL IT OUT AND REPOST AS "100 QUESTIONS ABOUT MY TOP 8."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 1: Brett&lt;br /&gt;Number 2: Felicia&lt;br /&gt;Number 3: Tessa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Number 4: Jeremy&lt;br /&gt;Number 5: Matt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Number 6: Sheldon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Number 7: Brodie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Number 8: Joe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Number 8: Joe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. HOW LONG HAVE YOU KNOWN 8? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;met him my first year of Bible College.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. WHAT DO YOU ENJOY DOING MOST WITH 8?&lt;br /&gt;definitely stars with him and nic and jord... special was pretty wicked too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. HAVE YOU EVER DATED 8?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. HAVE YOU EVER KISSED 8?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5. NAME ONE MEMORY YOU HAVE WITH 8.&lt;br /&gt;going to cypress hills when we went to maple creek for special. We saw a moose!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. WHAT IS 8's MIDDLE NAME?&lt;br /&gt;andrew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. WHERE DOES 8 LIVE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in the maples&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8. WOULD YOU TAKE A ROAD TRIP WITH 8?&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. DOES 8 DATE ANYONE ELSE ON YOUR TOP 12?&lt;br /&gt;not really sure. Joe's a pretty quiet guy when it comes to stuff like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10. WHAT DO YOU LIKE BEST ABOUT 8?&lt;br /&gt;always fun to talk to, gets excited about stuff all the time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;NUMBER 7: Brodie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. HOW DID YOU MEET 7?&lt;br /&gt;well, technically, he would have met me first, since i don't remember our first meeting. You see, brodie is my brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;12. HAVE YOU EVER HAD SEX WITH 7?&lt;br /&gt;uhh no... that would be very wrong, and illegal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;13. NAME ONE INTERESTING THING ABOUT 7.&lt;br /&gt;brodie would be dr house if he became a doctor. He is the house of computer stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;14. WOULD YOU DO ANYTHING FOR 7?&lt;br /&gt;yeah. He's my brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;15. NAME SOMETHING 7 IS GOOD AT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Excellent guitar player, can tell you the truth if someone is bs-ing you, fun to hang with, fun to jam with, would give his left shoe to you if you were shoeless in a doggy park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. ARE YOU OLDER OR YOUNGER THAN 7?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;younger, by four years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. HAVE YOU EVER HUGGED 7?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i would imagine so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. EVER DONE ANYTHING ILLEGAL WITH 7?&lt;br /&gt;maybe speeding, or burning hazardous material&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE MEMORY WITH 7?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hmmm probably playing shows or jamming in the studio together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. WHAT DO YOU LIKE BEST ABOUT 7?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he is persistant in his beliefs, and doesn't waiver for anyone's convenience if what they're doing is wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUMBER 6: sheldon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. WHERE DOES 6 LIVE?&lt;br /&gt;Neepawa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. DO YOU HAVE ANY REGRETS WITH 6?&lt;br /&gt;not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. DO YOU KNOW 6'S MIDDLE NAME?&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go with sheldon 'clarke kent' farough, because i forget his real middle name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;24. ARE YOU RELATED TO 6?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;25. HOW LONG HAVE YOU KNOWN 6? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2 years of bible college!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. ARE YOU IN 6's TOP 8?&lt;br /&gt;no, but i'm top 12!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;27. EVER LAUGHED WITH 6?&lt;br /&gt;yeah... sheldon and laughing belong in the same sentence, as long as “at” isn't in that sentence as well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;28. WOULD 6 BE THERE FOR YOU?&lt;br /&gt;we don't hang all the time but i think he would be if i needed his kidney or something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. WOULD YOU BE THERE FOR 6?&lt;br /&gt;i'd give him my kidney, a lung and a peice of my liver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. WHAT DO YOU LIKE MOST ABOUT 6?&lt;br /&gt;sheldon is a superhero to the max.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUMBER 5: Matt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. HOW WELL DO YOU KNOW 5?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pretty good... i dunno...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU SAW 5?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;grad... sniff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. HAVE YOU EVER KISSED 5?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sorry matt... you are equally unattractive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. WHAT DO YOU DO WHEN YOU'RE WITH 5?&lt;br /&gt;go watch movies, make fun of josh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. HOW DID YOU MEET 5?&lt;br /&gt;college!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;36. EVER TOLD 5 A SECRET?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing overly significant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;37. HAVE YOU EVER DATED 5?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE MEMORY WITH 5?&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... probably the cafeteria, and laughing when i called dwayne a jackass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. WOULD YOU DO ANYTHING FOR 5?&lt;br /&gt;i would do anything for matt, but i won't do &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. WHAT DO YOU LIKE BEST ABOUT 5?&lt;br /&gt;he's freakin hilarious. Seriously, i bet you $20 that you can't be in a room with matt for like 20 minutes and not laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Number 4: Jeremy&lt;br /&gt;1. HOW LONG HAVE YOU KNOWN 4?&lt;br /&gt;not really sure how long... maybe like 3 years or so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. WHAT DO YOU ENJOY DOING MOST WITH 4?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i dunno... i usually just see him at church and read his blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. HAVE YOU EVER DATED 4?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. HAVE YOU EVER KISSED 4?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5. NAME ONE MEMORY YOU HAVE WITH 4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;him taking off his clothes to preach a sermon point about somethingorother. AWKWARD...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. WHAT IS 4's MIDDLE NAME?&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy “godzilla” Sawatzky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. WHERE DOES 4 LIVE? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In brandon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. WOULD YOU TAKE A ROAD TRIP WITH 4?&lt;br /&gt;i dunno... if we did, there'd likely be a lot of awkward silence, and a lot of music that i didn't like...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. DOES 4 DATE ANYONE ELSE ON YOUR TOP 8?&lt;br /&gt;no, he's dating jaelyn, a beautiful girl who is also from brandon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. WHAT DO YOU LIKE BEST ABOUT 4?&lt;br /&gt;he is the king of analogies. Seriously, his analogies are like a river that floweth into a fountain... okay, i'm not as good at analogies as jeremy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUMBER 3: Tessa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. HOW DID YOU MEET 3?&lt;br /&gt;grade 10 precal. I thought she was dating travis burke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. HAVE YOU EVER HAD SEX WITH 3?&lt;br /&gt;uhh that would be awkward... we're both girls, you see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;13. NAME ONE INTERESTING THING ABOUT 3.&lt;br /&gt;she has a little girl named jenny, and she lives in brandon on the east side! I don't get to see her much though. I do get a lot of baby pictures of her adorable little girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;14. WOULD YOU DO ANYTHING FOR 3?&lt;br /&gt;yes, and i would do &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt; for tessa... whatever it is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. NAME SOMETHING 3 IS GOOD AT?&lt;br /&gt;She's a good singer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. ARE YOU OLDER OR YOUNGER THAN 3?&lt;br /&gt;i'm younger, but not by a whole lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. HAVE YOU EVER HUGGED 3?&lt;br /&gt;all the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. EVER DONE ANYTHING ILLEGAL WITH 3?&lt;br /&gt;i've seen her do illegal things... but was never involved in them! Unless you count fixing her dad's car after she ditched it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE MEMORY WITH 3?&lt;br /&gt;too many to name, but i do remember right after we met, i went to a party at her house, and she spanked me with a spatula while she was making quesidillas.... it was an odd evening!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;20. WHAT DO YOU LIKE BEST ABOUT 3?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she's always a good person to talk to if i'm having a rough time with things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUMBER 2: FELICIA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;21. WHERE DOES 2 LIVE?&lt;br /&gt;About 4 feet away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. DO YOU HAVE ANY REGRETS WITH 2?&lt;br /&gt;yeah, that one time, at band camp....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;23. DO YOU KNOW 2'S MIDDLE NAME?&lt;br /&gt;This is one i know!!!! but i don't think i should tell you. I'll cherish this memory for myself... ok, it's kathleen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. ARE YOU RELATED TO 2?&lt;br /&gt;no, but we may as well be. She's part of my number 2 family!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. HOW LONG HAVE YOU KNOWN 2? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;since junior high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. ARE YOU IN 2's TOP 8?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm number one!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! Sucker!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. EVER LAUGHED WITH 2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm laughing at her right now... she's trying to assalt me with a spoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. WOULD 2 BE THERE FOR YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Like the friends theme song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. WOULD YOU BE THERE FOR 2?&lt;br /&gt;oh heck, i feel generous today... sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. WHAT DO YOU LIKE MOST ABOUT 2?&lt;br /&gt;we have an unspoken bond....... we get each other's inside jokes, and can usually finish each other's sentences! We say things at the same time too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUMBER 1: BWETT BWETTERSON (the president.... of my HEART!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. HOW WELL DO YOU KNOW 1?&lt;br /&gt;i hope pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU SAW 1?&lt;br /&gt;sunday! He came in to the church picnic! He's pretty good at ultimate, i must say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. HAVE YOU EVER KISSED 1?&lt;br /&gt;..............................in the bushes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. WHAT DO YOU DO WHEN YOU'RE WITH 1?&lt;br /&gt;...... in the bushes? We usually hang out, watch tv, go rollerblading, talk, do anything... really. We don't see each other all the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. HOW DID YOU MEET 1?&lt;br /&gt;well, we were neighbors for a while, and i think we met once at the gathering, and we both go to the same church and went to VCF... so pick one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. EVER TOLD 1 A SECRET?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He knows all my secrets... except the ones i keep about him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. HAVE YOU EVER DATED 1?&lt;br /&gt;yes! We're dating right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE MEMORY WITH 1?&lt;br /&gt;oh dear... so many... our first date, our previous date, and all the time in between&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. WOULD YOU DO ANYTHING FOR 1?&lt;br /&gt;yeah pretty much. I have that damn meatloaf song stuck in my head now!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. WHAT DO YOU LIKE BEST ABOUT 1?&lt;br /&gt;he's really genuine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. ARE YOU NUMBER 1 ON 1'S TOP 8?&lt;br /&gt;yessir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;76. HAVE YOU EVER FOUGHT WITH 1?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;are you serious? That's what we do best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;77. WHY IS 1 THE TOP PERSON ON YOUR TOP 8?&lt;br /&gt;be that as is may......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. WOULD YOU DO ANYTHING FOR 1?&lt;br /&gt;this is  a repeat.... i think you're testing me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. DO YOU LOVE 1?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no....... YES!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;80. WHAT DO YOU LIKE BEST ABOUT 1?&lt;br /&gt;see, you're testing me again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN YOUR TOP 8:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. WHICH ONE DID YOU SEE LAST?&lt;br /&gt;Felicia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. WHICH ONE WILL YOU SEE NEXT?&lt;br /&gt;Felicia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;83. WHICH ONE DID YOU LAST TALK TO ON THE PHONE?&lt;br /&gt;Felicia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. WHICH ONE DID YOU LAST COMMENT?&lt;br /&gt;....... i dunno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. WHICH ONE DID YOU LAST TEXT?&lt;br /&gt;Brodie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;86. WHICH ONE DID YOU LAST EMAIL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Brett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. WHICH ONE IS THE EASIEST TO TALK TO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="fr-CA"&gt;Tessa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;88. WHICH ONE DO YOU TRUST THE MOST?&lt;br /&gt;Brodie, because blood is thicker than water! Ooooh knee slapper!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;KNOWS YOU BEST?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmm hard to say... probably brett, felicia, tess and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; MOST IN COMMON WITH?&lt;br /&gt;Not really sure.... i'm a different individual you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH ONE DO YOU MISS RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;Bwett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. WHICH ONE HAVE YOU SPENT THE MOST TIME WITH?&lt;br /&gt;Probably a tie between felicia and tessa bcause i live with felicia, and tessa and i used to work full time together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. WHICH ONE LISTENS THE BEST?&lt;br /&gt;Brett, he should be a certified listener&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. WHICH ONE HAS BEEN THERE FOR YOU THE MOST?&lt;br /&gt;Tessa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. WHICH ONE IS THE FUNNIEST?&lt;br /&gt;Matt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. WHICH ONE LAUGHS THE MOST?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="fr-CA"&gt;Sheldon... at SCOTT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="fr-CA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;99. WHICH ONE WOULD YOU CRY WITH?&lt;br /&gt;Felicia, Brett&lt;span lang="fr-CA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. &lt;/span&gt;WHICH ONE WILL REPOST THIS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Who gives a rip????? KELLY RIPPA!!!!!&lt;/span&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/10355880-115144634716478613?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115144634716478613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=115144634716478613' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/115144634716478613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/115144634716478613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2006/06/myspace-stuff.html' title='myspace stuff...'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-115143098180076750</id><published>2006-06-27T12:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T12:56:21.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Kind Curry</title><content type='html'>Hey all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;summer is so close, i can taste it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love summer so much!  my two favorite holidays are in the summertime!&lt;br /&gt;1. my birthday&lt;br /&gt;2. canada day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this past week has been pretty good, i must say! i've now been in winnipeg for 8 weeks. hard to imagine that all that time has gone by already! i'm 1/4 of the way through my internship!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night was my last night of having to babysit for addictions class! don't get me wrong, i enjoyed it a lot, and the kids were always a riot, but it was just another thing i had to do for the week! all the kids marina and i babysat are coming to vbs though, and they were all at the church picnic on sunday, so it's all good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was our bonfire night, were the kids burned all of their books. we had a good time playing at assiniboine park... iwas really tempted to go watch the cricket that was going on, but i refrained to build a bonfire, watch ultimate, and play touch the tree as well as red rover! i love doin stuff like that. especialy since i can now dress like youth again! huzzah for jeans and value village tshirts!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't do much on saturday, but we had A WICKED hail storm come up out of nowhere. it was INSANITY. the streets were flooded!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday was the church picnic and sunday school graduation! it was so much fun! brett came for the day, and i got sunstroke. never again will i skip putting on sunscreen! I was deathly ill yesterday while trying to recover from it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but to be nice, Shawna bought me a bottle of curry to cook with... i could have cried! me likey curry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is tuesday, the least eventful day on my schedule. so i'm filling it by going out for coffee with some youth! woo hoo! felicia and i also got our hands on the board room to make it into our office/drop in room for the summer, since sunday school ended last week! so we have some decorating to do! and couch buying to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this friday is watergames, and then on saturday and sunday is the grad camping trip. although the camping part may be tricky, since we can't camp at oak lake, because they cancelled our reservation because i wasn't willing to camp the whole weekend.... hey brothers... woudl you mind us setting up a campsite in your yard? PRETTY PLEASE???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, enough whining. i am going for coffee with my buddy mollie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-115143098180076750?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115143098180076750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=115143098180076750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/115143098180076750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/115143098180076750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-kind-curry.html' title='My Kind Curry'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-115091812931784307</id><published>2006-06-21T13:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T14:28:49.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My 100 things about me post</title><content type='html'>100 Things about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I pick my nose without shame&lt;br /&gt;2. I am interning at Weston Gospel Church in Winnipeg, and I must say, I'm falling in love with the place...&lt;br /&gt;3. I love learning how to play new instruments, but I usually hit a wall of boredom and frustration, and try to master a new one&lt;br /&gt;4. I probably listen to music less than 1% of my day.&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm probably physically active less than 1% of my day, but that's changing now that I rollerblade more&lt;br /&gt;6. I love cooking anything. I would rather cook than do dishes.&lt;br /&gt;7. I love doing my laundry.&lt;br /&gt;8. I love worshipping God. I'd say it's probably the healthiest part of my relationship with God. I'm growing a lot in prayer and reading too.&lt;br /&gt;9. I am not so much a big fan of large group friendships, I usually only have a couple of really close friends at a time&lt;br /&gt;10. Before Brett and I started dating, my best friend Rebecca referred to me as a 'crush whore'&lt;br /&gt;11. I make friends easier with guys than I do girls. Luckily, I have a very understanding boyfriend who doesn't get easily jealous.&lt;br /&gt;12. I am not a vegetarian by any means&lt;br /&gt;13. I am bothered by people who are fake or have large egos.&lt;br /&gt;14. I am really close to my family, but don't talk to them all that often lately.&lt;br /&gt;15. The only reason I started playing bass is because my brothers are all bigger than me&lt;br /&gt;16. The only reason I started playing drums is because playing bass in the studio all by myself was really boring.&lt;br /&gt;17. I hate being late for ANYTHING. In fact, if you're responsible for making me less than five minutes early for something, I will probably be very angry with you.&lt;br /&gt;18. I am realizing more and more how annoying and selfish I must have been as a teenager.&lt;br /&gt;19. I am still annoying and selfish sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;20. I usually prefer to spend time alone than with people, unless I can hang with someone one on one&lt;br /&gt;21. I am very apathetic regarding my 4th year of Bible College&lt;br /&gt;22. Brett tells me that I ask too many questions&lt;br /&gt;23. I usually have a moment of weakness about every 6 months where I question what I am doing with my life and start making plans for an escape route. But God always wins out I discovered about a year ago!&lt;br /&gt;24. My desire for doing ministry outweighs any of my other desires in life right now&lt;br /&gt;25. I fortunately have a very understanding and patient boyfriend, who keeps me sane in tough spots like this!&lt;br /&gt;26. I have two nieces and two nephews, and one more on the way!&lt;br /&gt;27. After Jorgia was born, I felt guilty because I didn't get to spend as much time with her as I did with Taelin, and it made me sad&lt;br /&gt;28. I believe tattoos are cool for no logical reasoning&lt;br /&gt;29. I like to think I am very practical&lt;br /&gt;30. I am always looking for a new and perfect pair of shoes, whether I can afford it or not&lt;br /&gt;31. I hate decorating.&lt;br /&gt;32. I am not color coordinated&lt;br /&gt;33. Fear is usually what holds me back from doing something&lt;br /&gt;34. I have three brothers, and I can't for the life of me figure out why all three of them are not married yet. They're awesome guys who love to give and serve!&lt;br /&gt;35. I love my sister! I wish we lived a little closer!&lt;br /&gt;36. I am fairly sure that my sister will be an indespensible resource when I get married and have kids&lt;br /&gt;37. My parents are weird. Seriously, meeting them will explain all of my oddities&lt;br /&gt;38. I want to travel the world&lt;br /&gt;39. I'm not big into mushy romantics, but in moments of weakness, I bawl my eyes out if I see it in the movies or on TV (when I watched lost, I BAWLED during Jack's wedding)&lt;br /&gt;40. I have no interest in becoming a rockstar&lt;br /&gt;41. I only get frustrated when I try to write a song&lt;br /&gt;42. I miss my college friends, especially Matt, Nicole and Jana&lt;br /&gt;43. I thought I would hate living in Winnipeg, but it turns out to not be so bad&lt;br /&gt;44. I am a jeans and tshirt kind of girl. I tried to cover it up, but I'm now starting to embrace it&lt;br /&gt;45. I am glad I'm working with youth, because it gives me an excuse to dress like them!&lt;br /&gt;46. I wish I had stuck to piano instead of quitting when I was 15&lt;br /&gt;47. I am incredibly lazy at doing things if I don't believe in them&lt;br /&gt;48. I probably would have ended up a failure if I didn't turn to Jesus when I was 16&lt;br /&gt;49. I get lonely really easily, but have never told a soul when I was lonely&lt;br /&gt;50. I despise people who poke me&lt;br /&gt;51. I will be 22 this year, but I always consider myself older than I actually am.&lt;br /&gt;52. I will avoid anything that causes trauma or pain in my life.&lt;br /&gt;53. I need encouragement in my life&lt;br /&gt;54. I don't miss going to high school even a little&lt;br /&gt;55. When I was in grade 4, even the geeks teased me and called me 'scarecrow' because of my curly and frizzy hair. Thinking about it over 10 years later still hurts my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;56. In high school, I lost some of my best friends because they said hurtful things about other friends I had, and I don't regret it for a second.&lt;br /&gt;57. You can usually tell if I'm having a bad day&lt;br /&gt;58. I've never been past Winnipeg going east&lt;br /&gt;59. Concerts are fun, but I wear earplugs to them!&lt;br /&gt;60. I only have about 15% of my hearing left in my left ear because of surgery I went through when I was 14&lt;br /&gt;61. Not such a big fan of chocolate... I mean... I like it, but what's the big deal?&lt;br /&gt;62. I think God protected me during the times when I hung out with not-so-good people. Even though they did drugs and smoked and drank, I never gained the desire to copy them.&lt;br /&gt;63. I'm not a big fan of my extended family, but I feel called to be a witness to them. Oh the irony... God is so funny&lt;br /&gt;64. I could care less about my family history.&lt;br /&gt;65. I try to be organized, but I usually get really busy and let it go&lt;br /&gt;66. I am pretty traditional in my opinions about family roles. When the kids start comin, I'll be staying home to raise them!&lt;br /&gt;67. I think my love language is physical touch and words of affirmation&lt;br /&gt;68. A lot of that love language book was pure quackery&lt;br /&gt;69. I was a tomboy when I was young, and I still rarely wear makeup or a skirt to this day!&lt;br /&gt;70. I was raised in the Pentecostal Church- but I didn't really get to know Jesus until a few years ago&lt;br /&gt;71. I can sometimes be abrasive and sarcastic with people who are being stupid about their lives&lt;br /&gt;72. Calan and I are the same age for 18 days starting tomorrow. I used to hate it, but now it seems kind of special! Happy 21st Birthday, Cal!&lt;br /&gt;73. I am convinced that I am going to have a large family&lt;br /&gt;74. I loved my english literature class more than anything else I took at Bible College last year&lt;br /&gt;75. I'm not a fan of small talk, and I am obviously terrible at it&lt;br /&gt;76. Rain is the coolest thing ever&lt;br /&gt;77. The best things in life aren't things.&lt;br /&gt;78. My sister and I could probably spend a full week in the mall sans children and have a blast together. We'd probably stop by the Value Village on the way home after that week&lt;br /&gt;79. I am addicted to Coffee.&lt;br /&gt;80. I think that paying more than $30 for jeans is a ripoff&lt;br /&gt;81.  I don't prioritize fixing my car ever.&lt;br /&gt;82. I miss living in Brandon, mostly because of my church and Brett&lt;br /&gt;83. If I could change one thing in my life, it would be to open my mouth when the Holy Spirit told me to tell someone about Jesus&lt;br /&gt;84. I often feel like I'm not good with kids, but they seem to like me. I must be doing something right.&lt;br /&gt;85. I have naturally curly hair.&lt;br /&gt;86. Nothing gives me a greater feeling than to look out from the stage and see people worshipping in abandonment&lt;br /&gt;87. When I meet new musicians, I size them up to see if I am as good as them or not&lt;br /&gt;88. I have started saying "I get to go to work" instead of "I have to go" because I love what I am doing right now&lt;br /&gt;89. I play hockey and golf as a lefty, but I am right handed&lt;br /&gt;90. I have only had 2 boyfriends in my life. The first one was a little weird and creepy, and I don't think I will be getting rid of the second one anytime soon&lt;br /&gt;91. When I was in grade 7, I had the world's biggest crush on Todd Armstrong. It brings shame just to think about it these days.&lt;br /&gt;92. I think I have a lot of vision&lt;br /&gt;93. My brother Tyler was a pastor for a while, and my biggest fear in ministry is finding out that it's not for me, because it wasn't for him.&lt;br /&gt;94. I look up to each of my siblings and wish I had the gifts that they have&lt;br /&gt;95. If I am busy, I don't notice that I am hungry, and won't sleep unless I absolutely have to&lt;br /&gt;96. I try so hard not to say hurtful things to people because of what people have said to me in the past&lt;br /&gt;97. I got a speeding ticket earlier this month and felt terrible about it&lt;br /&gt;98. I wish I could see my nonChristian friends come to know God, but it's an extremely scary thought. What's even scarier is that most of them don't believe what will happen when they die.&lt;br /&gt;99. I don't like goodbyes, and bawled every time I had to leave Brett and go back to school for the first semester of my first year. I still cry sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;100. Grace flows down and covers me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-115091812931784307?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115091812931784307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=115091812931784307' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/115091812931784307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/115091812931784307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-100-things-about-me-post.html' title='My 100 things about me post'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-115049228953038092</id><published>2006-06-16T16:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T16:11:29.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my mini update</title><content type='html'>hey guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been superbusy around here, so here's the reader's digest version!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, brett and i celebrated 2 years together! woo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy 20th birthday to my best gal nicole! hopefully you're enjoying saskatoon and jordan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JULY FIRST! becca and i are throwing our annual bash at oak lake! if you're in teh area, come on down to the lake at 3pm for food and fun! (bring your own meat, and either chips or a drink to share with the rest of the crew!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my guitars back yesterday!!! WEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, youth starts in a couple of hours, so i need to get home and eat me some dinner!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-115049228953038092?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115049228953038092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=115049228953038092' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/115049228953038092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/115049228953038092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-mini-update.html' title='my mini update'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-114973367469895307</id><published>2006-06-07T21:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T21:27:54.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Tec Voc!</title><content type='html'>Here is Kali's dance troup that danced at WSD's "take note". they were awesome!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QxLfhibxoGg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QxLfhibxoGg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-114973367469895307?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114973367469895307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=114973367469895307' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/114973367469895307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/114973367469895307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2006/06/go-tec-voc.html' title='Go Tec Voc!'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-114952943245817043</id><published>2006-06-05T12:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T16:25:26.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Winnipeg!!!</title><content type='html'>I forgot to tell you guys that we did a "love winnipeg" walk! we picked up over 50 bags of trash in our neighborhood! here's some pictures from the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/love%20winnipeg%20051%20%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/320/love%20winnipeg%20051%20%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;half of our fearless leader team, shane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/love%20winnipeg%20071%20%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/320/love%20winnipeg%20071%20%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(new haircut, new attitude!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/love%20winnipeg%20072%20%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/320/love%20winnipeg%20072%20%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/love%20winnipeg%20055%20%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/320/love%20winnipeg%20055%20%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denny and Janet enjoying an ice cream cone afterwards (Awwwww!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/love%20winnipeg%20069%20%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/320/love%20winnipeg%20069%20%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/love%20winnipeg%20046%20%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/320/love%20winnipeg%20046%20%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dennis with his cream slush... or whatever it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/love%20winnipeg%20040%20%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/320/love%20winnipeg%20040%20%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is that Georel? I don't rememember... but he's hard at work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/love%20winnipeg%20041%20%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/320/love%20winnipeg%20041%20%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ... get back to work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/love%20winnipeg%20043%20%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/320/love%20winnipeg%20043%20%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess there really aren't words to describe this one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/love%20winnipeg%20052%20%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/320/love%20winnipeg%20052%20%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other half of our fearless leader team.. PAM! she looks very happy with her ice cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/love%20winnipeg%20038%20%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/320/love%20winnipeg%20038%20%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/love%20winnipeg%20031%20%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/320/love%20winnipeg%20031%20%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope... THIS is Georel... i don't know who i was photographing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/love%20winnipeg%20037%20%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/320/love%20winnipeg%20037%20%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more awwww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/love%20winnipeg%20039%20%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/320/love%20winnipeg%20039%20%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alyssa (aka JIMBOB) was a big help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/love%20winnipeg%20022%20%28Small%29.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/320/love%20winnipeg%20022%20%28Small%29.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/love%20winnipeg%20026%20%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/320/love%20winnipeg%20026%20%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bet you're wondering if i actually did some work... (the answer is yes!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/love%20winnipeg%20025%20%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/320/love%20winnipeg%20025%20%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimbob and DJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/love%20winnipeg%20024%20%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/320/love%20winnipeg%20024%20%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/love%20winnipeg%20023%20%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/320/love%20winnipeg%20023%20%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilyn enjoying the airconditioning while she drives around and gives us water... it was probably 27 degrees or something....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/love%20winnipeg%20018%20%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/320/love%20winnipeg%20018%20%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back at it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/love%20winnipeg%20020%20%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/320/love%20winnipeg%20020%20%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rex in his lovely hawaiin shorts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/love%20winnipeg%20019%20%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/320/love%20winnipeg%20019%20%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/love%20winnipeg%20021%20%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/320/love%20winnipeg%20021%20%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/love%20winnipeg%20016%20%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/320/love%20winnipeg%20016%20%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/love%20winnipeg%20013%20%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/320/love%20winnipeg%20013%20%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/love%20winnipeg%20014%20%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/320/love%20winnipeg%20014%20%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" 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/10355880-114952943245817043?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114952943245817043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=114952943245817043' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/114952943245817043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/114952943245817043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2006/06/love-winnipeg.html' title='Love Winnipeg!!!'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-114952514389964249</id><published>2006-06-05T11:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T12:16:01.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Internship: Week Five</title><content type='html'>New haircut, new attitude! Gloria cut my hair yesterday, and it looks phenominal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, another busy week at Weston has gone by. Lots going on, I tell you! I'm very excited that Felicia is starting on for 8 weeks of the summer to help do VBS planning and youth! We're going to have so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, VBS starts July 25, it's going to be a blast! Our theme this year is 'make a joyful noise', and we're going to do it outside with campfires, tents, marshmallows! So much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youth on Friday night consisted of an attempt at bladderball that failed because of wind conditions, but then a nice round of 'flamingo football', where the guys had to play the whole time while holding one leg. The girls did prety good, but we had a lot of trouble tackling the guys, especially those who opted not to wear shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I babysat for addictions class again on thursday, and we had six kids come. We played a bunch of games in the gym, and made tambourines out of paper plates. They're pretty well-behaved kids, so it was a good week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a pretty standard week, I suppose. There's always lots to do, and it seems like you'll never finish, but you usually do, like an hour before you need to do it lol. The youth are so much fun to hang out with though. I'm quite enjoying that part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a personal note, Brett flew home from Calgary yesterday! So I saw him for a couple of hours after a confusing pick-up from the airport. I took him back to the church and he met a couple of people there, then we drove around for a bit, and we went back to the Perron's to hang with the girls, Rex and Vanessa. We had fun discussing sign language as well as Asizn cuisine lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah... another week gone! It doesn't even feel like it, because time is flying here! Today is my day off, and I think I might give mr Joe Kendrick a call to see if he wants to hit a stars or somethin. This week the Perron's are takin off to Calgary for the weekend, so I get to fend for myself ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... have a nice week, all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-114952514389964249?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114952514389964249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=114952514389964249' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/114952514389964249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/114952514389964249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-internship-week-five_05.html' title='My Internship: Week Five'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-114910224234039011</id><published>2006-05-31T13:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T14:04:50.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Internship: Week four (and a half)</title><content type='html'>Let's see.. in the past week I have....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eaten a grasshopper&lt;br /&gt;gone to the forks twice&lt;br /&gt;seen a musical (assassins was awesome!)&lt;br /&gt;preached&lt;br /&gt;driven pretty much everywhere imaginable in the city&lt;br /&gt;had a lot of coffee&lt;br /&gt;played bass....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the God side of things, it has been really good. I've been going through the call to die book, and i must say, I think a lot differently about my relationship with God and how it affects my life and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed that I've always sort of felt like God has been some sort of ATM machine, or some sort of "give me stuff" machine. I can turn him off when I don't need him, plug him in when I start getting poor, or need something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW. I'm so immature and selfish sometimes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has been speaking, and I'm rather liking it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is anyone else struggling with what to do after intership too? I mean... the internship program changes, I'm already doing things, should I stay or should I go... maybe just show up for my 4th year and to modules and intern all year long....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blech... too many decisions!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-114910224234039011?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114910224234039011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=114910224234039011' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/114910224234039011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/114910224234039011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-internship-week-four-and-half.html' title='My Internship: Week four (and a half)'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-114861273757232986</id><published>2006-05-25T22:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T22:05:37.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pedestrians....</title><content type='html'>Please.... don't jump out in front of my car. When it's almost 10:00 at night here, it's almost impossible to see you, especially if you are wearing dark clothing. This goes for your kids who are riding around on bikes with improper footwear, no helmets, and no sense that the car, if it cannot see you, will proceed, and is in fact much bigger than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to hit pedestrians!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-114861273757232986?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114861273757232986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=114861273757232986' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/114861273757232986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/114861273757232986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2006/05/pedestrians.html' title='Pedestrians....'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-114835003774320096</id><published>2006-05-22T20:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T21:07:17.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Internship: Week Three</title><content type='html'>Well, I went to post some pictures about 4 different times tonight, and I guess blogger just doesn't want me to share my world with you in pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a pretty good week. The first couple of days were spent recuperating from YC Manitoba, which was really awesome. Nasser had some good words, the workshops were amazing, Michael Larson led some powerful times of worship, and I saw Barlow Girl and Audio Adrenaline! The most important thing is that I got to have such a good time with some of the youth! They were really impacted by the weekend, and I'm so excited for what they'll grow into when they get going in the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday marked my first rollerblade outing of the season, and it was very fun. Kalandra took the role of my rollerblading buddy, and she showed me some of the sights of Weston and the Brooklands. They're quite the neighborhoods! It's actually not all that bad living in the ghetto... it's much more hardcore ghetto than where Joe and Sarah live... you know... they live in teh upscale ghetto. But my place is whay ghetto-er than theirs lol. Anyway, I don't mind the place at all, I must say. We also spent the evening at the Forks with our friend Molly and took a bunch of pictures and ate a lot of candy. i would have posted them... but blogger is being a jerk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an interesting turn of events on Thursday when I left the church and rolled over a bit on my ankle. I didn't think it was too terrible at first, so I tried to 'walk it off' on the way to my car, and found out that driving a standard with that ankle isn't all it's cracked up to be! I was in quite a fair bit of pain I say! But, I wrapped it, iced it, and by Saturday, I was back to healthy me in no time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday marked my first sermon at Weston Gospel Church, where I preached to the youth about Spiritual Procrastination. I think it went well. I almost had a moment right before I preached where I was like "I should have put WAY more time into this", and then I just prayed for it, and God used what I had and multiplied it! Some of those kids were trippin out! Fridays, I'm finding out, are probably going to be the toughest day for me, because I'm up for prayer at 6, and then youth usually goes till 12 or 1. I try to even things out by going back to bed for a couple of hours after 7am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, Brett came in to visit, and I must say, it was very nice to see him! Kind of strange in a new environment here though! It was kind of cool outside, and I was a little leary of doing anything too physical because of the ankle thing... so we went and meandered around the mall for a bit, and hung around the house, and we played taxi for the girls who all worked, because Dennis was trying to fix something that went wrong with their car. So, sorry we didn't do anything too overly exciting! I promise, next time, we'll do some fun and exciting things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. that's about enough of the goings on... (besides the fact that we went to the Dueck's last night for fireworks and homemade cinnamon buns till 2 in the morning!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been slacking a bit in my call to die this week, but I've started tightening the reigns. Day 14 and 20 have really hit me hard! There are some hard questions in there that would be so easy to avoid... and I have been doing that a little bit, but I've really been trying to clamp down on it, and get to the bottom of things. It's quite a challenging book for those of you who aren't doing it. I highly recommend going to David Nasser's website and picking up a copy for yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is of course going to be busy, with a mystery night coming up at youth! I, of course, know what the mystery is, and I hope we can pull it off! It seems like such a daunting task to get finished, but if it's done right, we're going to have so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's already 9, and I promised myself I would be in bed by 10:30. So I should go do some reading and get into my jammies in a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next week.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-114835003774320096?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114835003774320096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=114835003774320096' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/114835003774320096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/114835003774320096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-internship-week-three.html' title='My Internship: Week Three'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-114758125940186971</id><published>2006-05-13T23:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T23:34:19.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Internship: Week 2 (under construction)</title><content type='html'>Hey all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently in the middle of YC manitoba, so this week's blog about my internship is on hold for right now. David Nasser, Michael Larson and the gang are amazing, I'm having a blast with my youth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates and photos to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mwah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-114758125940186971?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114758125940186971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=114758125940186971' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/114758125940186971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/114758125940186971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-internship-week-2-under.html' title='My Internship: Week 2 (under construction)'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-114706249663383871</id><published>2006-05-07T23:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T23:28:16.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Internship: Week One</title><content type='html'>HOLY CRAP!&lt;br /&gt;I'm officially an intern!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGGGGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been pretty awesome so far!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go over some of the details of my life now, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am living with an amazingly wonderful family: the Perrons! I've known them for probably the last 10 years or so, they used to live in Virden! I have a cozy little room in the frigid basement (sure to come in handy once it finally warms up around here), and they're an insanely wonderful and talented and loving family. It's basically a second home here! I got to go the Park Theatre this week too to see Felicia sing in a cabaret thing, they sang lots of catchy numbers from musicals like Assassins and Westside Story! I have the ballad of Czolgosyz stuck in my head all day long now! But yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are the busiest freaking family I've ever met too! They are all doing things, they all have jobs in the city, and only one car! Not to mention church functions as well as afterschool activities! AHHH! Good thing they just acquired a second vehicle to enlist some help (my car).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The church I am interning at is called Weston Gospel Church. It's super good. The have an awesome vision statement, and feel commissioned to know God and make God known, with lots of focus on evangelism and reaching out to northwest Winnipeg. Pastor Alan is a really good guy too. I went to a class on Saturday about finding your gifts and using them in ministry, and it was just awesome. Not to mention a solid message this Sunday morning! I still have yet to meet with him, but we'll get that taken care of this week, he told me to keep doing what I'm doing and get focused on being settled in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Tuesday to Friday, I get to go to the church every morning at 6:00 in the A.M. to pray. I thought at first that it would be total and complete DEATH, but it's really good. I don't recall the last time I spent four consecutive days praying for almost an hour! It's been so good too, I've been journaling my prayers, and things are already happening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The youth are reallygood here too! I'll be working with the band a lot, and they're already pretty tight, just some tweaking and outside advice to keep them growing in skill, and teaching them what it means to worship! I'm so excited! I get to teach Kali a drum lesson sometime tomorrow too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids in the youth group are great too! I'm slowly getting to know their names! We had a great time on Friday night playing AMAZON WOMAN (THE youth game of all youth games!), and hearing a good message and just enjoying a good time in worship. Today, Courtney Bowflex was out from CPC and did a speel over lunch for CPC. I hope some of the grade 12's make the decision to go to Bible college in the fall. It's so important to get to know your word! (DAY 7: David Nasser... more on the book on the call to die blog!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the ZOO yesterday!!!! IT WAS AWESOME! I WANT A MARMOSET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else... not sure.... it's just been super busy and a lot of early early mornings... oh. I went to costco for the first time... i like samples!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm pooped, and it's 11:30. Tomorrow is my day off. i'm going to long and mcquade to get some drum rings, and price out equipment. then i must teach a drum lesson. then i must call up joe and jordan to see if they would be up for some stars!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, NIC!!!!!!!!!!! I went to the stars at Polo Park on Friday, and I only got charged 2.87 in manitoba dollars for a grande earl grey misto! WOOT!!!!! (I'm goingt o be going to that stars from now on!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, peace out. I'll be blogging and commenting on the nasser blog a little more than this one, so feel free to check that one out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's up this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-general conference help&lt;br /&gt;-yc manitoba with david nasser!&lt;br /&gt;-prayer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-114706249663383871?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114706249663383871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=114706249663383871' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/114706249663383871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/114706249663383871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-internship-week-one.html' title='My Internship: Week One'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-114625224641806853</id><published>2006-04-28T14:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T14:24:06.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Week of Holidays is Almost Up</title><content type='html'>Wow. What a "holiday"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a busy week methinks. Don't get me wrong, I've slept in just aobut every day, and spared enough time to watch my Dr. Phil just about everyday, but it just feels like this week has flown by, and now it' s time to ge my car packed up and ready to go to Winnipeg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was spent driving into Winnipeg with Nicole. She had some orientation stuff for her job in The Pas to go to, and I had a meeting with the pastor at the church I'll be at until January. It was probably the most memorable 'interview' I've ever been to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first, I am usually so nervous for interviews that I can barely talk. It's just such an intimidating experience that I have trouble even finding my own words. I usually take hours and hours obsessing over what I'm going to wear and what I will say, and figuring out which questions they will ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not this time! It was a good'un. We actually had most of the interview in the Emergency Room at Health Sciences Center! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Of all places to have an interview!&lt;/span&gt; It actually turns out that Fishey's mom was in a minor car accident and had been waiting upwards of 5 hours to see a doctor in emerg, so we went to go see how she was doing, and we talked about the summer there.  I had a good chance to ask questions, and to hear a little bit of what is going to happen for the summer there. I can't wait until it gets started!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday I spent the whole bloody day cleaning upstairs and in my new room down on the main floor. I went through all of my storage stuff and organized it so that it was alone in the small room upstairs, ready to go to the basement once it's cleared out and ready to go. I also did another billion loads of laundry... laundry never seems to end I tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday I was a little bored, but I took my grandma out to run an errand, and then I mowed her grass... in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shorts!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; The only pair I own, actually... which brings us to Thursday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and I went shopping!!!! I only have one pair of shorts that I got from the free box at school... so mom and I went on an extravaganza where she spoiled me with Warehouse One shorts and tshirts. I have such nice parents! I forgot to take my guitars in to Surridges though. GRR!!!! I totally forgot to do that! My acoustic &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;needs&lt;/span&gt; a setup so bad, and my acoustic bass needs to get something fixed on it. AGH! I can't believe I forgot to take them in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All well... I guess I can go a while without getting them fixed.... I want to get my acoustic bass sold anyway! (any takers????)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still trying to sell my desktop computer. I know of someone who may be interested in the tower... so if that sells, I have a wireless keyboard and mouse set, along with a 17" monitor, and a great altec lansing speaker/subwoofer set for sale....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been in love with the Stanley Cup Playoffs &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all &lt;/span&gt;week. I've seen at least one game every night! I must say that Ottawa is still a big favorite of mine... I watched a bit of the Montreal game on Monday and saw the whole thing on Wednesday. Jeremy, my prayers are with you and Sakku Koivu. Go Sens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday is Pastor Mike's last day... I think that's going to be tough. But at least I'll get to see everyone one last time before I take off as well. I am definitely going to miss going to the Dwelling Place for the next 8 months! All well... I'm sure January will be here a lot faster than I anticipate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. try to make this the last paragraph! I have no idea exactly what's going to be panning out over the summer! All I know is that it's very exciting! So keep me in your prayers, because I'm basically scared out of my wits, because I have no idea what to expect! I can't wait to get to the Perron's though. I know I will have a total blast with them folks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LATER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-114625224641806853?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114625224641806853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=114625224641806853' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/114625224641806853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/114625224641806853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-week-of-holidays-is-almost-up.html' title='My Week of Holidays is Almost Up'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-114601879074678607</id><published>2006-04-25T21:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T21:36:42.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Grad Photos!!!</title><content type='html'>Huzzah for pictures!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel free to steal these, they're all yours folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/grad%20041%20%28Small%29.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/320/grad%20041%20%28Small%29.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/grad%20040%20%28Small%29.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/320/grad%20040%20%28Small%29.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/grad%20042%20%28Small%29.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/320/grad%20042%20%28Small%29.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/grad%20039%20%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/320/grad%20039%20%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/grad%20038%20%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/320/grad%20038%20%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/grad%20037%20%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/320/grad%20037%20%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/grad%20036%20%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/grad%20013%20%28Small%29.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/320/grad%20013%20%28Small%29.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/grad%20010%20%28Small%29.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/320/grad%20010%20%28Small%29.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/grad%20009%20%28Small%29.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/320/grad%20009%20%28Small%29.0.jpg" alt="" 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/10355880-114601879074678607?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114601879074678607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=114601879074678607' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/114601879074678607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/114601879074678607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-grad-photos.html' title='My Grad Photos!!!'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-114533353615819955</id><published>2006-04-17T23:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T23:12:16.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For Becca</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/drive%20back%20easter%20weekend%20028%20%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/320/drive%20back%20easter%20weekend%20028%20%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i took this on the way back to saskatoon on sunday eve...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN IS THAT DARN THING GONNA SET?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-114533353615819955?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114533353615819955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=114533353615819955' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/114533353615819955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/114533353615819955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/for-becca.html' title='For Becca'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-114529506121005183</id><published>2006-04-17T12:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T12:31:01.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Distaste for Deodorant and Towels</title><content type='html'>I seem to dislike deodorant and towels. I forgot to pack them both. That makes for an interesting morning combination, I tell you! You see, you could probably forget any other two items, and be fine, but deodorant and a towel seems to be the only two non-negotiables in my world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's look at other things I could have left at home:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one pair of underwear-  doesn't make a big deal,  since  I packed another 6. I can wash those!&lt;br /&gt;toothbrush- I have on of those here already&lt;br /&gt;contact solution- I have glasses (though I do have a good story about contacts that I'll tell at the end of the post)&lt;br /&gt;toothpaste-  steal someone else's from teh bathroom&lt;br /&gt;makeup- don't wear it everyday anyway&lt;br /&gt;face wash-  we  have soap in dispensers here if worse came to worst&lt;br /&gt;moisturizer- may be important, but not as big a necessity&lt;br /&gt;comb- have a crazy hair day!&lt;br /&gt;shampoo/conditioner- meh. i rarely wash my hair anyway... i have elastic bands here anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't think of anything else.&lt;br /&gt;this was the worst morning ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a funnier note, i have a good story to tell you about the other night at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see, i spent the afternoon and a good part of the evening with my lovely brett, and he dropped me off at about 11 pm manitoba time. so i chatted with mom and dad for a few minutes and they tell me that my sister and her hubby are at my brothers' house, so i proceed to hang out with them until about 1 am. i then settle in my bedroom at mom and dad's and get my new laptop up and running so i can watch an episode of 24. I set my contact case on the edge of the laptop for after i go to the bathroom and get into my jammies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stand up, and the case goes flying onto the floor. where's the one place it lands? the register... the uncovered register.... no big deal, i go out to my car and get my solution, and grab one of my many cases from the bathroom. i notice that it's already about 1:30, and if i want a good sleep AND an episode of 24, i need to hussle. so i squirt some solution into my case and rip out my lenses and head to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, about halfway home, i relieved an itch on the corner of my eye, only to find this horrid yellowish goop in BOTH my eyes. yep, they're infected. I didn't take the extra 4 seconds that it takes to clean out my lense case with hot water. so now my eyes are permapink. they look awful, and they're very itchy. and i left my eyedrops at home. eyedrops are not cheap either, so i'm probably just going to suffer in my glasses all week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate my life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-114529506121005183?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114529506121005183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=114529506121005183' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/114529506121005183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/114529506121005183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-distaste-for-deodorant-and-towels.html' title='My Distaste for Deodorant and Towels'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-114486974318561222</id><published>2006-04-12T14:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T14:22:23.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Cute Niecies and Nephew!</title><content type='html'>Well, it's been a week since I posted, and I figured that instead of my sister giving me the second degree for neglecting my blogging duties, I would post some pictures (you know... the cop out post!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have to say the number one news article for this week is that I am getting a new niece or nephew in November! My cousin Breyan just found out she is expecting! She already has a little boy named Jace who just turned 2 this week! He's a little cutie! Unfortunately, I don't have any recent pictures of him, so you're just going to have to imaging one of the cutest little boys you've ever seen, and then imagine him about 3 times cuter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my sister came to visit this weekend with the family in tow, and we had a couple of photo ops, so here are some of the pics!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/marchapril%20072%20%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/320/marchapril%20072%20%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/marchapril%20064%20%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/320/marchapril%20064%20%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/marchapril%20051%20%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/320/marchapril%20051%20%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/marchapril%20054%20%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/320/marchapril%20054%20%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/marchapril%20065%20%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/320/marchapril%20065%20%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/marchapril%20070%20%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/320/marchapril%20070%20%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" 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/10355880-114486974318561222?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114486974318561222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=114486974318561222' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/114486974318561222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/114486974318561222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-cute-niecies-and-nephew.html' title='My Cute Niecies and Nephew!'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-114411892945332766</id><published>2006-04-03T21:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T21:48:49.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Assignments Are Done!!!!</title><content type='html'>Well guys, it's the last week of classes!&lt;br /&gt;Assignments are finished with, and now I only have to face final exams until that sweet release.... SUMMER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But enough of all that. Three weeks will  come faster than I'm sure I've estimated they will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had to do our Bible study things for Principles of Teaching class, and I must say, I got a lot out of the presentations that Matt and I gave. I kind of wish some of the classes were more geared to presenting stuff to our classmates, instead of just writing essays. It's good to have discussions and look at the Bible and stuff. Matt did a really cool study on 'innerancy of Scripture, which is what I did my sys theo essay on coincidentally, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did my presentation study on raising children, based on the shemah in Deuteronomy 6:4-9. It talks about getting the Word into your heart, and then getting it into your kids'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becca and I were talking a few weeks ago about giving children bad names, and although it doesn't directly relate to what I talked about today, we both agree that you should have to get some sort of license to have children. It makes sense to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to drive, you take a bunch of tests and then a road test to be able to drive. If you want to get married, you spend time dating someone and then you go through marriage counselling, and get all sorts of advice before signing a license. But with children, it's different. Any average Joe out there can have kids (though, Joe Kendrick, I'm not saying this directly to you... you're more than average lol), and do whatever they wish with them, which is very hit and miss. So many kids out there are scarred by their parents' lack of preparation to have kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it take to raise Godly children? How do you introduce Jesus to them? How do you discipline them? What is the correct philosophy to raise them? Is there a 'right' way and a 'wrong' way? (no rootbeer in a bottle, right Sheldon?) What kind of affect do we want to have on our children? What do we want them to grow up to be? How do we want them to influence the world? So many questions go unanswered. I think that churches should teach classes on raising children... or something. Or pregnancy counselling... I just don't understand why a church would prepare a couple for marriage, but not parenthood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm not saying that I'm baby crazy, or any kind of crazy... (though I may or may not be)...&lt;br /&gt;But shouldn't we think more about this kind of stuff? Girls spend eternities planning their weddings and how their marriages will be (though sometimes we girls get carried away with 'happily ever after' weddings, and don't consider the after-the-wedding part). We spend tonnes of time mulling over our education, pouring money into educating ourselves so that we can get good careers.... They say that it takes as much energy as another full-time job just to be a stay at home mom... shouldn't we have some sort of training in that, too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, please comment, as I'm interested in what everyone else's thoughts on the subject are....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have concluded a few things in all this mess though:&lt;br /&gt;1. I will definitely be preparing myself for how I want to raise kids- Big time.&lt;br /&gt;2. The Bible is full of nuggets of advice... perhaps I should look into how God wants me to raise my future (and far into the future, at that) kids&lt;br /&gt;3. Raising kids isn't just a 'take problems as they come' type of thing- you need to have a mission and goals for your kids and yourself as a parent!&lt;br /&gt;4. There is no such thing as a 'perfect parent'. Every person comes into adulthood with some degree of baggage. The goal is to raise Godly kids! Not perfect ones (guidepost magazine poster children need not apply [i think only rebecca is going to get this])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for my final thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I would love to say that even though my parents weren't perfect, I love them greatly, and marvel at how they managed to raise 5 (plus some other people's kids) children to be so independant and Christ-like. I only hope to be as good as them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Leslee and Lynton, I have a lot of respect for how you are raising your children in the church. Keep up the good work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I am glad I don't have any kids yet. THERE IS NO BABY FEVER OR BIOLOGICAL CLOCK TICKING HERE!!!!!! (really... this has only been on my mind because I had to do my final assignment on it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. To all my friends who are new parents: my prayers are with you (and not in the scary way... just in the supportive way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-114411892945332766?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114411892945332766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=114411892945332766' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/114411892945332766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/114411892945332766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-assignments-are-done.html' title='My Assignments Are Done!!!!'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-114322896568545375</id><published>2006-03-24T13:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T13:36:05.723-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Year-End Countdown, and Other Enterprises</title><content type='html'>This is going to be in point form, since I have been doing things in lists lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. There is less than a month left until this year's grad! April 22 is the big day, and I believe that exams are done on the 20th or something. There are two weeks of classes left, 2 assignments left, and 5 exams left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Special Ensemble is done for the year. It was so much fun, but a lot things to keep up with! Brandond kicked so hardcore! The music was good, Stiller was preachin like a madman... and Blaine Eagle is basically a big kid stuck in some parental body. He should have come with us on all of our trips. Oh, and the times at Becca's place. I don't even know if I can describe how much fun we had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm very likely going to The Pas with Nicole next weekend. How fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I am so sick of classes. I want to be done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I think freaked-out would be the wrong word to use, so I think I'll say that I'm very apprehensive about this summer in Winnipeg. It's going to be different, but I know I'm going to learn so much, and for that, I'm SO excited! How are things like Brett, schoolwork, money and such going to work out during the summer? On that note, I hope it all works out that I'll be done my internship by January. That will be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I'm broke. Good thing it's almost tax return time for Terrin! (mom and dad, send money!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/woot%21%20005%20%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/320/woot%21%20005%20%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. It was spirit week this week, and Nicole and I dressed up for superhero day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/IMG_2582%20%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/320/IMG_2582%20%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; got the pleasure of going for the coveted meal at the Glubish's. It was delightful! Oh, Piper, I must say two things: you are terrible at baja, and Melissa likes licorice a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; too much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I have been sleeping like crazy for some reason. Like, the other night I went to bed at 9:30! I think my body's kind of going, "hey... you haven't had a weekend to yourself in over a month. you need to rest!" So with that said, I'm sleeping in tomorrow, and possibly Sunday too if I feel like it! Not today though, I think I need to clean my room. And Nicole moved her room around, and I became very jealous of the newness of her room, which may queue me to move mine as well... I'm such a bandagon whore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I have my beautiful computer for sale! There's nothing wrong with it, I just have wanted to downsize to a laptop so I can take my work with me, especially since I'll be in Winnipeg. So if you'd like a fancy nancy computer for a really good price, please talk to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I have piano in 20 minutes! woohoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-114322896568545375?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114322896568545375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=114322896568545375' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/114322896568545375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/114322896568545375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-year-end-countdown-and-other.html' title='My Year-End Countdown, and Other Enterprises'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-114308302359795923</id><published>2006-03-22T21:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T21:03:43.660-06:00</updated><title type='text'>oh the minds of the innocent</title><content type='html'>http://www.iusedtobelieve.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this site is adorable!&lt;br /&gt;Check this out:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="belief"&gt;I was raised Catholic, and had the idea of "inviting Jesus into your heart" had me a little confused. Apparently, he knocked all the time, and when you answered, he could come inside &amp;amp; be inside your heart. The symbolism of this was somewhat lost on me though - I routinely used to kick Jesus out of my heart before I did bad things. I would tell him to leave, and once the evil deed was done, I would say, "Okay Jesus, you can come back in now." This went on for years.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-114308302359795923?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114308302359795923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=114308302359795923' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/114308302359795923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/114308302359795923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/oh-minds-of-innocent.html' title='oh the minds of the innocent'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-114262381184951545</id><published>2006-03-17T13:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T13:33:14.720-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Tags!</title><content type='html'>Tagged&lt;br /&gt;Each player of this game starts with the 6 weird things/habits about yourself. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 6 weird habits/things as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don't forget to leave a comment that says "you are tagged" in their comments and tell them to read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 weird habits/things about me :&lt;br /&gt;1) I pick my nose. If no one's around, my curiosity sometimes gets the best of me and i see what it tastes like.&lt;br /&gt;2) I pee in the shower....&lt;br /&gt;3) I hate those petitions that people send you to help fight off some antichristian thing in the states for two reasons: a) I am not an american... and b) i think Christianity would be far better off if it were banned. There. I said it. (but not because i despise christians! because there are such flimsy people out there, that they have forgotten what it means to be passionate about something... myself included!)&lt;br /&gt;4) I apparently cry if i blush too hard.&lt;br /&gt;5) i rarely shampoo&lt;br /&gt;6) I dislike a lot of christian music out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choose to tag&lt;br /&gt;1) Nicole&lt;br /&gt;2) Felicia&lt;br /&gt;3) Stefani&lt;br /&gt;4) Leslee&lt;br /&gt;5) Brett&lt;br /&gt;6) Rebecca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun, kids!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-114262381184951545?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114262381184951545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=114262381184951545' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/114262381184951545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/114262381184951545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-tags.html' title='My Tags!'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-114222529991435258</id><published>2006-03-12T22:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T22:48:19.946-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Pictures From the Weekend!</title><content type='html'>Hola Amigos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a wonderful weekend of rest and family fun with my sister. Here's some photo ops I took advantage of this weekend. Ahhh, it was nice to be in Weyburn! (Les, post your pics too, I wanna see yours!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/IMG_1793.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/400/IMG_1793.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one I actually stole from Les. But I was there for the taking of it. Aren't we hot sisters?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/bank%20021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/400/bank%20021.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taelin, Cohen and Jorgia were all hiding under the blanket. I tried to get Jo to poke her head out for this pic, but she wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/bank%20023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/400/bank%20023.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we finally got the blanket off, but Cohen is so hard to keep still for a picture! I need a faster shutter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/bank%20024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/400/bank%20024.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here Tae and I are trying to take a photo lying on the floor... looks like our heads were too far apart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/bank%20020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/400/bank%20020.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Jo and me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/bank%20018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/400/bank%20018.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cohen, cute as usual!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/bank%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/400/bank%20005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Co in the car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/bank%20016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/400/bank%20016.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo in the Car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/bank%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/400/bank%20002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo pointing at a bunny rabbit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/bank%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/400/bank%20014.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my girl Taelin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there's the pics of the weekend. We did lotsa fun family filled stuff, ate some good food, watched some good movies, and on Saturday night, Les, Tae and I went to a Mary Kay party and had a blast there too! Thanks for the fun weekend, Les!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_InsertUnorderedList" title="Bulleted List" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 16);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&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/10355880-114222529991435258?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114222529991435258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=114222529991435258' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/114222529991435258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/114222529991435258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-pictures-from-weekend.html' title='My Pictures From the Weekend!'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-114209725470065629</id><published>2006-03-11T11:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T11:14:14.733-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weekend Away</title><content type='html'>Hey guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently in Weyburn, SK, hanging out with my sister and her lovely family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh and I drove down here yesterday, and we had a fairly uneventful trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally watched 'Walk the Line' yesterday, and it was an awesome movie! Oh that Johnny Cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I came to Weyburn to relax a bit and just enjoy being around my family, because school has just been so friggen nuts lately, that I just need some quality time away. Next weekend we're headed out to Brandon with Special Ensemble, and I can't wait to do that! Taralee and Stewart are due any day now. I'm very tempted to call Brett every hour or so just to see if he's heard anything yet lol. What else..... oh, I'm looking at some summer work options, one that would involve living in Winnipeg for the summer. So that's been on my mind a lot lately, because I know it would completely suck being away from Brett during the summer, but it's a really cool job. Anyway, I've been praying like crazazy about it, hopefully I make the best choice lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just thought I'd let y'all know that I'm still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go call Brett to see if that baby's been born yet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-114209725470065629?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114209725470065629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=114209725470065629' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/114209725470065629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/114209725470065629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-weekend-away.html' title='My Weekend Away'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-114188081551553564</id><published>2006-03-08T23:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T23:06:55.613-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Accomplishments!</title><content type='html'>Wow. Winnipeg was a trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the roads sucked on the way there (and we got sidetracked in Brandon... which wasn't all bad, since I got to see Brett and Becca, and the roads were bad the next day so Brett couldn't make it to Winipeg), we had an amazing time in Winipeg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning we played IPC and had an awesome time there. Joe led the whole worship part, which was cool (by the way Joe, amazing time of worship, I really enjoy doin' the whole 'special' thing with you). Then in the evening we played CT. Good times. And on monday we played the Link, which was awesome. We had some good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, now that I'm back, I've hit the grindstone... HARD!&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I did four chapters in my principles of teaching textbook, then I nailed the paper that isn't even due till next week in that class!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also did a little English Lit assignment on Swift's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Modest Proposal&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even made a cd of all the pictures I've taken this year to hand into the yearbook office!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I didn't skip my 8:30 class, which is a classic move for me. I even went to SFG! First time this semester, I swear!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to reward myself, I watched some Fresh Prince with Jord, Joe and Nicole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like things are getting back on track! Huzzah for motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just need to find some time to practise piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this weekend, I'm probably headed off to my sister's for some relaxing time with my fam, and hopefully some good home cookin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-114188081551553564?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114188081551553564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=114188081551553564' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/114188081551553564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/114188081551553564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-accomplishments.html' title='My Accomplishments!'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-114142471080774293</id><published>2006-03-03T16:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T16:25:10.843-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Quote of the Day:</title><content type='html'>When I rolled up the rim... I was like... What would I do if I won something big? Well... I'd show Ter my cup in glee and she'd scream, "CRAP! YOU WON!" and class would stop and we'd all be happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my bubble burst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please Play  Again"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nicole Kastrukoff's inner ramblings during 'roll up the rim to win' season&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps... i'm 1 for 4... blech!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CALL TO DIE! DEADLINE MARCH 15!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-114142471080774293?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114142471080774293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=114142471080774293' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/114142471080774293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/114142471080774293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-quote-of-day.html' title='My Quote of the Day:'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-114125301278064794</id><published>2006-03-01T16:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T16:54:18.093-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My March Madness</title><content type='html'>Wow, so much is going on here at the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've pretty much had enough about talking about changes and options. Why don't we talk about something a little more important.... IT'S ROLL UP THE RIM TIME!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had my first cup of that delicious beverage, and I already one a free coffee! That's right Joe, I'm going 1 for 1, batting a thousand so far in the whole game! Who knows, maybe I'll have some favor this year and win a truck or something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, all this talk reminds me of probably the funniest post I've ever read in my life (actually, I believe Mr. Glubish read it to us before a Synoptics class last year).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a post that Kristy-Ann Glubish did about RUTM at Tim Horton's, and I hope she doesn't mind if I repost it for y'all to read! (by the way, &lt;a href="http://kristy-anneglubish.blogspot.com"&gt;Click Here&lt;/a&gt; to visit Kristy-Anne's site, she's quite the blogger, I must say!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;       The Sun is Shining        &lt;/h3&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;       &lt;/p&gt;Well theres a new spring in everyones step, a new joy thats bubbling deep with in everyone, yes it is the time of year again....yes folks it is.... ROLL UP THE RIM TO WIN time! Don't deny it folks, I know that the sparkle in your eye is renewed by the excitment of this great time of year. Timmy's sure does know how to get business. People really do live for that little bit of adrenaline that comes as they struggle to roll up that rim, hoping nay, praying for that cash prize, but realizing that if they at least get a cookie Gods favor is all over them. I have heard it said that if you are not winning at roll up the rim, and you are a christian, then you have sin in your life. Well that is something I really gave some thought before I played (why do I say played roll up the rim, I mean it really isn't a sport or a game...its all nonsense) this year. You see last year I was very much a LOSER when it came to roll up. I honestly never even won a cookie, not even a napkin. All I ever got was that stupid " Please Play again". This was a hard time in my life, the rejection of never winning. Id go into Tim Hortens and people all around me would be laughing, singing, dancing, crying tears of joy because of the prizes they had one...but not me. And why do they tell you to please play again....why don't they just say..."You loser You lost, You must have sin in you life" or "SUCKER". But the "Please Play Again" makes me hostile. So it could be argued that last year I never won because I really only played 4 or 5 times. BUT STILL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway so when it came to this years roll up the rim, I decided that this year would be different for me. This year I would no longer be a loser, this year I would get that sin out of my life and be more than a conqueror. So yes I started early, fasting, praying, interceding getting that sin out of my life. In doing so I figured there could be no way I wouldn't win big. I figured that roll up was really an answer to my prayers... I have no car... Tims wants to give a few envoys away... God would use to Tim to give me a free vehicle. I mean it all seems so logical and right. Or at least the cash prize, Id take that too. So anyways after all my preparation I was ready for that trip to Tim Hortens, I was excited, pumped, just feeling the magic... I get my coffee...take it back to the office, (with faith Im sure thats bigger than a mustard seed) I felt no need to rush my rolling up of the rim... I already had visualized my victory, so I knew it to be true. I was pretty much ready to call some of the people who have been helping me look for cars, call them to tell them the search is off. So a few hours after getting my blessed coffee... I slowly roll up that rim... and I mean I was excited... and well... you will not guess what happenned... I got... I won... a ....... "Please play again". WHAT I THOUGHT??? How can this be... I rolled down the rim... and I tried again...thinking maybe this is what they mean be please play again, and the second time still nothing. So i did that 7 times... knowing that 7 is the number of completion and perfection (not 9 bennett) and well still nothing. So really ladies and gentleman I don't know what I have done wrong. Maybe I do still have sin in my life...and if I have bitterness towards any of you I just want to publicly apologize now. Anyhow I am now figuring that maybe I need to buy 7 coffees in total before winning...sometimes you need to try and try again...But im not really to sure on this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have played once and might play again...but im not sure. I don't want this to become an addiction for me. I realize how alluring the roll up the rim can be for christians especially who really don't get for much other opportunities to play the lottery ( I know its not the lottery but you know what I mean I hope). I don't want to come out of this season with a gambling problem... so i might stay away for Timmy's for awhile. Anyhow good luck to the rest of you out there who are playing the game... I hope that you have better luck than I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I know that I said that my next blog would be about my heroes...but I felt that I needed to write about this super important matter first. Oh and id like to thank Brock for being one of the only ones to really make a guess at who my heros are....so black dot to him...oops I mean gold star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and a tiny note from the author... this post might be a slight exageration from the truth&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps... keep signing up for 'a call to die'. the deadline is fast approaching to get your name in there!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-114125301278064794?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114125301278064794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=114125301278064794' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/114125301278064794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/114125301278064794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-march-madness.html' title='My March Madness'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-114081422974480305</id><published>2006-02-24T14:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T14:50:29.776-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Boredom on a Lonely Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All of these are in no pacticular order.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Things I would like to do before I die: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Visit every continent in the world!!!&lt;br /&gt;2. Get Married&lt;br /&gt;3. Have Children&lt;br /&gt;4. Try something completely out of character (like scuba diving, or base jumping, or learn gymnastics or interpretive dance or something!!!)&lt;br /&gt;5. Be the only one in a public movie theatre (besides those I am with)- Nicole and I were so close when we went to see Valiant... stupid mom and her little kid!&lt;br /&gt;6. Write a book or a cd or something. I'm not much of a writer, so this is a massive task&lt;br /&gt;7. Master one instrument without getting tired of it and then learning something brand new (eg: piano, trumpet, guitar, bass, drums and piano again.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 Things I can't do (yet):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. buy my own furniture&lt;br /&gt;2. have my dream career&lt;br /&gt;3. look down from a high place without my feet tingling&lt;br /&gt;4. play an instrument in front of loved ones (especially Brett) without getting really nervous and flustered&lt;br /&gt;5. go on the internet while i'm in the bathroom (that will be fixed soon when tax time comes around)&lt;br /&gt;6. play 2m7, 57, 1M7 in the chord cycle for piano lessons&lt;br /&gt;7. listen to rap music. (i hope i never can)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 Things that i'm into at the moment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/curiousgeorge2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/320/curiousgeorge2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. Curios George&lt;br /&gt;2. Practising piano (sorry for all the piano comments, I just got out of my lesson)&lt;br /&gt;3. Planning things with Nicole like the "A Call to Die" blog, and coming up with ideas for the new school name&lt;br /&gt;4. Emailing Brett and not getting any response, but continuing to email in hopes that he will. (even though it's tax season, and i'm sure he's either out of the office or totally swamped and stressed. but hey, maybe he gets a laugh out of it)&lt;br /&gt;5. Trying to spend my cash better, and also trying to come up with ways to afford my way through this semester without having to go crawling back to 7-Eleven.&lt;br /&gt;6. drinking iced tea when i start craving starbucks (ok, i caved today and went to Tim's but that's partly because it was F-f-f-freezing in the chapel, and i had TWO classes in there, and it was a chance to chat with Joe for a bit on the walk there)&lt;br /&gt;7. Listening to really quiet, somber worship like music and thinking, reading the Word or talking to God. It's very peaceful, and it beats just surfing the web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 Things that I'd like to get into or get into more:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Word&lt;br /&gt;2. Prayer/fasting&lt;br /&gt;3. Exercise&lt;br /&gt;4. Making more friends, especially since i might only have Nicole for maybe another semester, then I'll be on my own during my internship and my last year :S&lt;br /&gt;5. Having Biblical conversations with my closer friends. It doesn't happen nearly enough&lt;br /&gt;6. Leading more worship/not feeling so apathetic about playing drums &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all &lt;/span&gt;the time (even though about a year ago, it was like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heaven&lt;/span&gt; to get to play drums.&lt;br /&gt;7. Making better investments and life choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 Things I say most often:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i'll have a venti earl grey misto, extra hot with whip please&lt;br /&gt;2. nicole, my wallet hurts!&lt;br /&gt;3. why hasn't he responded???&lt;br /&gt;4. i am in love with the olympics!&lt;br /&gt;5. you gotta get under that teaching&lt;br /&gt;6. jana, you left _____ at/in _____&lt;br /&gt;7. please practise your drums!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 Cd's I could listen to over and over: (as you can tell, I'm bad with album titles)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Jack Johnson - In Between Dreams&lt;br /&gt;2. Foo Fighters (any album but 1x1)&lt;br /&gt;3. Hillsong- Blessed and You Are My World&lt;br /&gt;4. Michelle Branch- Hotel Paper (again, and again, and again! i LOVE this cd)&lt;br /&gt;5. Third Day - Time&lt;br /&gt;6. DC Talk- Jesus Freak and Supernatural&lt;br /&gt;7. Billy Talent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 Movies I watch Over and Over&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1. Josie and the Pussycats&lt;br /&gt;2. Curious George (even though I've only seen it once, i know i'm buying it when it comes out!)&lt;br /&gt;3. Anchorman&lt;br /&gt;4. The Princess Bride&lt;br /&gt;5. Ocean's Eleven&lt;br /&gt;6. Be Cool&lt;br /&gt;7. Zoolander&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-114081422974480305?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114081422974480305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=114081422974480305' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/114081422974480305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/114081422974480305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-boredom-on-lonely-friday.html' title='My Boredom on a Lonely Friday'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-114064128907967869</id><published>2006-02-22T14:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T14:48:09.146-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Guilty Pleasure.. MORE SHAMELESS PLUGGING!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/A%20call%20to%20die%20poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/400/A%20call%20to%20die%20poster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep signing up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-114064128907967869?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114064128907967869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=114064128907967869' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/114064128907967869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/114064128907967869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-guilty-pleasure-more-shameless.html' title='My Guilty Pleasure.. MORE SHAMELESS PLUGGING!!!!'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-114050458918548428</id><published>2006-02-21T00:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T00:57:49.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicole Made Me</title><content type='html'>Ok,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. David Nasser. A Call to Die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Who's in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the 'deets' (as my hip friends would call them):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT:&lt;/span&gt; We're doing a very very cool devotional book written by David Nasser called "A Call To Die". It consists of a 40 day fast from something you hold dear so that you can become more intimate with God.  Here's what David Nasser's website says about the book: " A book/journal focusing on what it means to live for Christ by daily dying to self. For 40 days, the reader will fast from the world to feast on God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHO:&lt;/span&gt; Anyone wanting to fast as a group, to be accountable, to have a great start to the summer, and plot your plans for world domination with a clearer conscience, and maybe lose a bit of weight if you decide to fast those rice cakes (they're so fattening... but so good!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHERE:&lt;/span&gt; You'll be doing the book and devotions on your own, but we are going to have an online community blog thing where you can share in your journey, and keep in contact with your friendly friends at CPC. By the way, I've seen the book. Those of you who like nice looking books will get your very own gorgeous copy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHEN:&lt;/span&gt; The devotional will start at the very end of the school year/beginning of summer. We decided that this time would be best because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. you don't have to read books for school during the summer, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;silly&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. the summer can be a difficult time, as you can get out of the habit of devotions, and it can be hard to stay accountable if you don't have solid Christian influences in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I never got a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;single&lt;/span&gt; letter from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;any&lt;/span&gt; of you, excpet Nicole Kastrukoff. I want more mail!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOW:&lt;/span&gt; You can sign up for this by contacting Terrin or Nicole by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;March 15th 2006 at 12 midnight.&lt;/span&gt; The book can only be ordered from David Nasser's website (what Christian bookstore would sell a book about dying anyway?) as a bulk order so we can maximize our savings on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SHIPPING!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The book will cost  you approximately 25-29 dollars, depending on who signs up. &lt;/span&gt;(Matt, yours is automatically $29, just for making me wait an extra week to watch 24!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally think that it's going to be a great opportunity for growth, and a great time to get to know each other and stay strong during the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're interested in signing up, you can leave a comment on mine or Nicole's blog, or talk to us directly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want more information about the book, check out David Nasser's website, talk to Jordan McLellan (he's currently going through it), or email Nicole or myself at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;terrinhay@gmail.com or kastrukoff@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;SIGN UP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-114050458918548428?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114050458918548428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=114050458918548428' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/114050458918548428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/114050458918548428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/nicole-made-me.html' title='Nicole Made Me'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-114050004849168168</id><published>2006-02-20T23:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T23:34:08.493-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah</title><content type='html'>I wasn't a fan of the last entry... so I deleted it. Sorry guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on  some less interesting topics, I got my midterms back, no real surprises. I am quite satisfied with my marks. The dorm rooms are so hot I think I'm dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Nicole is busy as a beaver giving her blog a fresh spring look, and I think I might do the same in the near future as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you all doing? The comments section on my blog has been quite lonely you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-114050004849168168?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114050004849168168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=114050004849168168' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/114050004849168168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/114050004849168168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/blah.html' title='Blah'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-113989917341401192</id><published>2006-02-14T00:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T00:39:33.446-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Wish to All My Friends!</title><content type='html'>Hey guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Valentine's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my 'coupled/married' friends, I wish you a wonderful day where you can reflect upon and celebrate the relationship that you and your loved-one share!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my single friends, I wish you a Happy Single's Awareness Day (which, ironically, can be acronymned as S.A.D.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I blogged last year about how absurd the expense of Valentine's Day truly is, but I do have a newfound hope in romance. Maybe I'm turning high maintenance or something. But enough of my aspirations of white or pink roses (and yes, that could be a hint for one of you out there...), I have really come to talk about a different kind of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, the love that Christ offered to us with the horrifically moving event that took place on the Cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While it in no way could really be seen as a thing of beauty in the eyes of anyone who would have been alive to witness that event, I have really come to an understanding in my own personal relationship with Jesus that the very event of the Cross could very well be considered the most romantic thing I've ever seen (of course, this would be in the nonsexual way).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm going to do a bit of Nasser stealing right now (and might I add a shameless plug: A Call to Die- April 2006, who's in???). I heard a quite simple sermon about Ephesians 2, where Paul tells us all about becoming alive in Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus loved us so much that he literally created a way to give us Spiritual mouth-to-mouth so that we could no longer suffer. Now, I realize that the epitomy of romance for people my age about 9 years ago would have been that scene in Titanic where Jack lets Rose sit on that door(... or was it a piece of driftwood?) so that she could survive the wreck, but Jesus really takes the cake here. Because of His death, I am now alive in Him! WOO HOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also reminded of that scene in Narnia where Aslan offers his life for Edmund's. I almost cried (whoever doesn't believe Narnia is a Christian allegory needs to be slapped!). Edmund did everything short of sleeping with the white witch, and I'm sure he would have likely done that as well, had he been older, and as a traitor, he was to be sentenced to death. Aslan, a King who was pure of heart, humbly offers himself to pay the consequence of death in Edmund's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think the point I'm trying to make here is that if you haven't given Jesus a chance, or have given up on Him altogether because some experience left a bad taste in your mouth, you really should look at the facts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You are a sinner (romans 3:3)&lt;br /&gt;2. You are condemned to hell because your sins have seperated you from God (romans 6:3)&lt;br /&gt;3. Jesus, as a perfect sacrifice, was subjected to a horrific death, and then conquered death itself, making it possible for man to be reconciled with God (good ol' John 3:16)&lt;br /&gt;4. In order to be in on it (and by "it", I mean "staying out of hell"), you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; to believe it (in your heart, not your head). (romans 10:9)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I must add that simply believing in Jesus like you once believed in Santa Claus or the Tooth Fairy probably isn't going to cut it (even demons and satan himself acknowledge who Jesus is). It's a heart thing. In New Testament times, believing in Jesus meant a total life change, you would be welcomed into an entirely new Church family! It meant falling in love with God (i.e. reading your Bible, praying, fasting, giving to the poor, etc!), and living a life in the mindset that you are now &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alive in Christ- &lt;/span&gt;not dead because of the world&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; So, if you're interested in becoming a Christian, don't think of it as filling out an application form to join the Legion... this is a life-changing experience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of us who do believe-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.I totally encourage you to dig deeper right now (don't put it off for some other time), find out who God is to you, and why you love Him so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Encourage another believer! As the church, we're called to encourage each other and build each other up, not tear each other down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Share the gospel with someone. It really is good news, and there isn't one good excuse you could tell me that would let you off the hook for this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Never stop showing the world the love that God has extended to us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's Day, everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-113989917341401192?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113989917341401192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=113989917341401192' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/113989917341401192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/113989917341401192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-wish-to-all-my-friends.html' title='My Wish to All My Friends!'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-113954936734814397</id><published>2006-02-09T22:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T23:29:27.386-06:00</updated><title type='text'>(my) PART TWO'D!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Well, let's see what we learned in our last blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Babies kick ass&lt;br /&gt;2. Waffles under cars kick ass&lt;br /&gt;3. The Waking Eyes kick ASS&lt;br /&gt;4. Grabbing my ass doesn't kick ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all caught up? Good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't say I am willing to share with you the most intimate details of the day, but I will say that Brett's grad was definitely a good time. The ceremony was fairly short (just a little over 2 hours for over 50 grads... compared to the 3 hour service we'll likely have to endure in April for our... what? 8 grads... 9 tops). The whole Brandon gang looked quite snappy in their business suits as well, I must say. Plus, some foreign guy's name was JAG!!!! hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't look to overly fancy for the event, I just wore a pink shirt with my omni-skirt (omni is a word, isn't it, Brett...). But yes, twas a nice afternoon. We got to have tea and teensy sandwiches after the ceremony. I was addicted to these green wrap things that had cheese in the middle. I'm a sucker for cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I should mention that during the guest speaker, some people, likely a couple of years younger that were sitting behind me were laughing hysterically for some reason. I don't think Brett's parents were too impressed... but... they were a little funny. They stopped when they started handing out the... thingies. What were they handing out actually? I think they got some sort of poster, and a big folder with a piece of paper in it. Yeah, that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, sorry this blog is so random. I spent the night watching (not actually doing) pilates videos with Stef and Nicole... and we ate a lot of fruit. And Nicole kicked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the evening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the ceremony, we hung out in the hotel room and Brett and his parents talked to his little sister, Cali, who was having her 21st birthday on the very same day, all the way in Alabama! Happy Birthday, Cali! (I'm always so paranoid that I spelled her name wrong. I mean, I know a Kali (and hers is pronounced kay-lee), and my little brother's name is Calan. Oh dear, I just know it's going to get worse some day).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, just hanging out basically. Then we got dressed. Brett and his Dad had some very snappy tuxes, and his mom looked quite lovely as well (she has a butane curling iron... I've never seen one of those before!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to the MNP hospitality room for free booze and some socializin (though I didn't drink, I promise!), and the company made a presentation to the five grads. Well, I think there were seven, but five of them were from the Brandon office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked for some more, and then went upstairs to the main ballroom for supper, which was delicious! I wish I had room for all of it though. Nothing beats a good steak with trimmin's. And cheesecake for dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bunch more speeches were made, and then a dance took place. The rest of the night was spent either in the hospitality room, or the ballroom, and we made our rounds with Brett's buddies, as well as Lindsey and Laine (again... forgive incorrect spelling if I misspelled).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Near the end of the night, we danced a little bit (we really should do that more often... why don't we????), and I think I made it back to the Perron's at about 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some funny sidenotes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Pete or Peter.. the guy sitting next to Brett sure likes his red wine, and was a very entertaining guy to listen to during our meal.&lt;br /&gt;-The drummer in the live band they had at the dance was tons 'o fun&lt;br /&gt;- Basically everyone except Brett, Jey, and some guy whose phone number is 990-BUCK were either engaged or married. It was quite amusing&lt;br /&gt;-Accountants really know how to party&lt;br /&gt;-There was too much cutlery to count at my setting, and I only used 1 of my three goblets... for water.&lt;br /&gt;-The Fairmont is gorgeous. A FRICKEN BELHOP!&lt;br /&gt;-I didn't take many pictures because I was busy enjoying the evening&lt;br /&gt;-Brett's presenter, Meaghan, reminds me of a cross between Tina McTavish and Vicki Heasler (both of which I enjoy very much, so don't worry Meaghan, you're alright!)&lt;br /&gt;-I think the parkade attendant thought I was drunk when I was leaving the hotel because driving Brett's car is much different than driving mine, and I accidentally rolled down the back window when I was trying to give him my stub&lt;br /&gt;-I didn't realize that I drove all the way to Felicia's with the window rolled down, and almost went into the house :S&lt;br /&gt;-I was very scared that my cleaveage was going to fall out of my dress and kept sneaking looks at myself to make sure I wasn't pulling a Tara Reid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the moment you've actually been waiting for (or those of you too lazy to read... the moment that you scrolled down).......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICTURES!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/yeehaw%21%20037%20%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/200/yeehaw%21%20037%20%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brett and Meaghan- she has fraternal twins, and lots of stories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a aiotitle="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/yeehaw%21%20041%20%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/200/yeehaw%21%20041%20%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brett looks a little surprised in this pic... but I dug the tux :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a aiotarget="false" aiotitle="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/yeehaw%21%20042%20%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/200/yeehaw%21%20042%20%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brett and Gail's sister, Corrinne... S'toon and family... you have no idea who Gail is :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/yeehaw%21%20048%20%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/200/yeehaw%21%20048%20%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black and white cuteness. It's just an irresistible picture :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/yeehaw%21%20033%20%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/200/yeehaw%21%20033%20%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't the greatest picture... my eyes are half closed!!! Brett's mom got a better one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/yeehaw%21%20035%20%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/200/yeehaw%21%20035%20%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More close-ups&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/yeehaw%21%20036%20%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/200/yeehaw%21%20036%20%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brett's cohorts at MNP Congratulations, guys!&lt;br /&gt;The guy on the very left is Lee Bass... he's not one of the five&lt;br /&gt;But from Lee on are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie, Brett, Jey, Mike and Melissa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a aiotarget="false" aiotitle="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/yeehaw%21%20043%20%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/200/yeehaw%21%20043%20%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had to post a pic of the ballroom. It was pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I post these pictures... I realize that I never got any pictures of Brett's parents (they looked so nice), or Brett with his parents... or Brett with Lindsay and Laine... or more closeups of Brett and the other UFE grads from MNP... I guess I can't change that now though, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the memories live on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way to go, Brett, I'm proud of ya!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-113954936734814397?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113954936734814397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=113954936734814397' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/113954936734814397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/113954936734814397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-part-twod.html' title='(my) PART TWO&apos;D!!!!!'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-113925333175724686</id><published>2006-02-06T12:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T16:34:26.796-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weekend in Winnipeg with Brett</title><content type='html'>Well, I have a few minutes to spare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winnipeg was so much fun, and I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; exhausted from the whole ordeal, but it was well worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home on Wednesday night and hung out with my parents for Thursday as well. I basically got up at noon, showered, watched Dr. Phil and played piano all day long. Funny sidenote, I went to Timothy Beans because I was craving an Italian Soda, and their debit machine went down, so since they already had my drink made up, I got it for free... talk about favor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, I woke up early and headed into Brandon to visit my best friend Tessa and her new baby girl, Jennifer Robyn. She's quite the little cutie! I also had a nice chat with Tessa and it was really nice to see her again. Hopefully we'll visit some more when I get home for reading week. Anyway, here are some pictures of that event (Jennie looks just like her uncle Nolan!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/yeehaw%21%20004%20%28Small%29.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/200/yeehaw%21%20004%20%28Small%29.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Jennifer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/yeehaw%21%20006%20%28Small%29.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/200/yeehaw%21%20006%20%28Small%29.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/yeehaw%21%20007%20%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/200/yeehaw%21%20007%20%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer Robyn Klein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At lunchtime, I had to take off and pick up the boy, and we went out for lunch at Arby's. Why doesn't anyone like that place? I mean, how can you go wrong with liquid cheese, bbq sauce and roast beef? You can't, that's how! Anyway, just as we were leaving, Brett had to go freshen up, so I was waiting by the door, and lo and behold: a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;waffle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was sitting under a tire in the parking lot... This picture alone could pay for my camera!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/yeehaw%21%20008%20%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/200/yeehaw%21%20008%20%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waffle Tire????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after lunch, we headed into Winnipeg and listened to Nicole's superawesome mix (that I&lt;br /&gt;accidentally left in Brett's car!!! GRRR!), and went to the Perron's to hang out for a bit. In the evening, we killed like a whole disc of Full House, and watched Muppets in Space. What a night! Well, after that we went to some bar called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Pyramid&lt;/span&gt; to go see Brett's alltime favorite band of all time- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Waking Eyes!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some band called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Morning After&lt;/span&gt; opened for them, and they were actually quite good too (we missed the first band... the first band always sucks anyways). I think I would probably buy a Morning After cd just to see if I liked them better. Anyway, it was quite entertaining, because we got pretty much to the front after the second band was done, because people were busy getting drinks. God bless the covenant! So yeah, the Waking Eyes were even better live than I remembered, and they played a bunch of new songs, did some jamming and had a good old fashioned time in their hideous suits. Brett and the band's bass player, Joey were at BU at the same time, so Brett went and said hi to him, and Felicia and I hung around, trying not to be groped by people there, and gosipping over this one girl who definitely wanted to get laid that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the concert, my ass kept getting grabbed too. Not impressed. But what can you do, right? If you go to a bar at 12am, expect some ass grabbing to happen. Here's some cool pictures from the evening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/yeehaw%21%20015%20%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/200/yeehaw%21%20015%20%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fellow Attenders to the concert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/yeehaw%21%20022%20%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/200/yeehaw%21%20022%20%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rusty, in his southern Sunday-Best with a green tie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/yeehaw%21%20021%20%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/200/yeehaw%21%20021%20%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey playing the double bass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/yeehaw%21%20013%20%28Small%29.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/200/yeehaw%21%20013%20%28Small%29.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felicia and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/yeehaw%21%20026%20%28Small%29.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/200/yeehaw%21%20026%20%28Small%29.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rusty playing the trumpet during the last song, Joey in the background&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/yeehaw%21%20029%20%28Small%29.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/200/yeehaw%21%20029%20%28Small%29.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beer bottles everywhere!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/yeehaw%21%20023%20%28Small%29.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/200/yeehaw%21%20023%20%28Small%29.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor, poor Matt had a cold. He looked like death itself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's the first half of the big weekend. I'm getting tired of typing and posting pictures, so come back later for part two!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-113925333175724686?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113925333175724686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=113925333175724686' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/113925333175724686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/113925333175724686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-weekend-in-winnipeg-with-brett.html' title='My Weekend in Winnipeg with Brett'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-113838344562862529</id><published>2006-01-27T11:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T11:37:25.663-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY JANUARY 27th!!!</title><content type='html'>Well, today is the birthday of many people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance: Johnny Lang, Alan Cumming and Bridget Fonda were all born on January 27th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angie Fosty (now Whittle) was born on January 27th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tessa Dinnin was born on January 27th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So was this guy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/novembranceday%20visit%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/320/novembranceday%20visit%20002.jpg" alt="" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Brett!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-113838344562862529?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113838344562862529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=113838344562862529' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/113838344562862529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/113838344562862529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-birthday-january-27th.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY JANUARY 27th!!!'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-113833013969388909</id><published>2006-01-26T20:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T20:48:59.740-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My John Donne Moment</title><content type='html'>...No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend's or of thine own were. Any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind; and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for Thee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's some John Donne for you, Jana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on with the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed lately, with the help of some very good friends, that I am somewhat of a hermit (not that I've never noticed this ever, but lately, my hermitness is more than a good dose). It's not entirely a bad thing. Time alone is awesome. But as Johnny says... no man (or woman) is an island. Every person needs the help of others to encourage and be edified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's a girl to do with her discovery? I dunno... I guess we'll see what the future brings. But I am deciding to write off being a complete hermit for the next while. I don't think anything really bad could come of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this was intended to be a short blog, so there you go. Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-113833013969388909?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113833013969388909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=113833013969388909' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/113833013969388909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/113833013969388909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-john-donne-moment.html' title='My John Donne Moment'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-113814832375355576</id><published>2006-01-24T18:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T18:18:43.793-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Day At The Polls</title><content type='html'>Well, my sister is getting on my case about updates... GEEZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On monday, january 23rd, while you were all out voting (at least you SHOULD have been!), I spent my day working as a non-partisan official for elections Canada. That's right, I was a poll clerk all day! It paid ok, and I got along with my partner in crime for the day, Dan, a retired bank worker who is also interested in politics. I made friends with the scrutineers, and listened to old people bitch about the government all day. And I'd do it all over again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortuantely, I was not allowed to take any pictures of my polling station, but some perks of the day include taking home free stuff that no one wants but me!!!! MWAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here are some things I got to take with me at the end of my 14 hour day!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/beef%20049%20%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/320/beef%20049%20%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up not having to use this sign, because we were located at a senior's complex, so no voters (or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;electors&lt;/span&gt; as elections canada likes to call them) were coming in from outside. We really only had to put up a public notice. That sure cut down on things to do in the morning (man Terrin, small things amuse you). So naturally, at the end of the night, I swiped the handicapped sign. I'm sure I'll get some good use out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/beef%20053%20%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/320/beef%20053%20%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each Poll is allowed to have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;scrutineers&lt;/span&gt;, also known as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;candidate's representitives&lt;/span&gt; present for the whole day, as well as the vote counting (you actually need 2 witnesses there when you count ballots, so they come in handy!). Anyway, the scrutineers are not allowed to wear party colors, pins or anything suggesting that they are with a party other than these stickers we give them. We only gave out 2 NDP stickers and a Conservative one all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/beef%20054%20%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/320/beef%20054%20%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Marijuana Party makes me laugh. (I have two of these up for grabs if anyone is itching for one!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/beef%20052%20%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/320/beef%20052%20%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are all the stickers we had left at the end of the day!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/beef%20048%20%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/320/beef%20048%20%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my fancy nametag. I felt all official and stuff. I even had a fancy elections canada ruler so i could stroke people's names off the list!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/beef%20050%20%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/320/beef%20050%20%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the outdoor elections notice sign that we didn't have to use. So naturally, I took it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, there's my day of excitement. I got home close to 10, and stayed up till one scouring the internet for elections coverage, and then watching the clips of the concession speeches, and FINALLY watching Stephen Harper give his victory speech at about 12:30. What a day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and if you didn't vote, Jack Bauer will find you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-113814832375355576?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113814832375355576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=113814832375355576' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/113814832375355576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/113814832375355576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-day-at-polls.html' title='My Day At The Polls'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-113779507014868704</id><published>2006-01-20T15:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T16:11:10.193-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Busy Week</title><content type='html'>Well, though it seemed like not a whole lot was happening, I had a very busy and stressful week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I got my hair dyed and cut.  It looks so awesome.  Except the hairstylist decided  to try and give me a fro when  she was done cutting it.  EEW!!!!!  So when I got back to the school, Stef and Jennie decided to straighten it. It took an hour with each girl using a straightener.  apparently i'm quite  the looker with straight hair. but i washed it and now it's curly, so i won't be making anyone else stumble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Jana, Jasen Lutz and Graham Emde played at some artsy pub called "Lydia's" and killed big time!&lt;br /&gt;They did some David Gray song (I think it was called Ordinary People), some Amos Lee, Derek Webb, and a Switchfoot song. They kicked supreme ass!!!!!!! So after that, Nicole and I stayed at Jana's house, and since we had no alarm clock, Jana was the designated alarm clock person. Unfortunately, at 3:30 in the morning, she had a dream that her alarm clock went off, and decided to come and tell us it was time to get up. Luckily, I was sleeping on my deaf ear, and wasn't really disturbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Chocolate chip pancakes, although tasty, are not as delicious as regular ones with butter and syrup. Jana is a killer cook though. Seriously, I'm very envious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. While Nicole and I were driving back to the school that morning for class, we were rear ended. My poor car has to get yet another rear bumper (I was rear-ended last year on my way to work one night as well). All well, it could be worse. The other car was written off :S. No supersevere injuries though. It could have been a lot worse, praise God we are ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Dealing with Autopac and SGI is annoying. I can't wait until this is all finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. My drum students are all doing very well, way to go guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I had my first piano lesson today. It was so nerve wracking, but I can tell I have a good piano teacher (other than the fact that he told me he's a good teacher) when he explained a bunch of unneccessary jargon about music that I never bothered to learn. Apparently he's like an OCD analytical type of musician, which is exactly what I need (maybe not necessarily what I would want, but I know I will learn tons). I feel like such a dweeb though, because I have probably forgotten about 95% of what I learned in 5 years of piano lessons in my early teen years. But he assured me that if I did exactly as he says, I'll be just fine! Go piano!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. 24, Season 4-athon starts tonight at 6PM in the SLC! Don't miss it! (by the way, the premiere of season 5 was AH-MAZE-ING!!!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. On Monday, January 23rd, don't forget to vote. And if you vote Liberal, I will kick your ass. Seriously, you could vote for the communists and still be my friend. But a Liberal vote is a vote for the devil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. On that note, I'm working as a poll clerk on election day. It's well over 12 hours of work for pretty good pay. I'm not allowed to have an opinion on the 23rd though. So I'm getting it out of my system right now. DO NOT vote for the liberals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's some insight into my life right now. Later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-113779507014868704?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113779507014868704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=113779507014868704' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/113779507014868704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/113779507014868704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-busy-week.html' title='My Busy Week'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-113737004404513491</id><published>2006-01-15T18:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T18:07:24.073-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Anti-Blog</title><content type='html'>Sorry guys, I haven't felt much like blogging lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been listening to a lot of the Beatles and reading some books and whitening my teeth.  And keeping up with what's going in the election. If there were one piece of advice I could give it would be to VOTE, dammit!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's the extent of my blogging for today. Later taters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-113737004404513491?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113737004404513491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=113737004404513491' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/113737004404513491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/113737004404513491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-anti-blog.html' title='My Anti-Blog'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-113695088586846073</id><published>2006-01-10T21:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T21:41:25.936-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fleeting Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Wow. The first week of semester number two has been crazy!!!! Here's some of the thoughts I've been randomly thinking (some serious, some not)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Crest Whitestrips are a gift straight from heaven. They really work! Except they make your teeth supersensitive. Don't breathe through your mouth on a cold day after using these things!!! But boy are they white!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I bought a fancy-nancy dress for Brett's graduation. And I'm getting my hair cut and perhaps hi-lighted. I'm not so sure on the second part. But cut for certain (I promised no shaving already though lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I have only really been to two of my four subject classes thus far as Mr. Puls had some surgery or something. So I've had a good intake of English Literature II and Pneumatology (the study of the Holy Spirit!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Working as a poll clerk for the election is going to be a long and tedious job, and I'm sure I'm likely going to hate it. But it pays almost $200 for one day of work, so I will do the job with a smile on my face! Plus, I get to work a poll that is located in an old folk's home. Is that God or what?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I enjoy smelling like coconuts. It reminds me of summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Teaching drums will likely challenge me more than my students (not in the bad way. it's just something entirely new for me! hopefully I'll be a good teacher)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I'm learning more and more that being devoted to Christ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; mean sacrifices for me. Which is hard for a person who tries to find the most convenient way to do things. How selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I've been having strange and disturbing dreams lately. I think it's because I've been going to bed on time. I'll spare you the details as the few listeners I've subjected to my fantasy were quite horrified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Tessa, have your baby already, dammit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I hate that when people are introduced to me, the introducer always says something like, "oh, Terrin's an awesome musician, etc". Is music who I am or just something I do? Like, why doesn't anyone ever describe me as a good listener, or a beautiful soul, or kind, or nice, or something. I dunno. Maybe I'm just being too picky and sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Paul McCartney is a poineer of rock'n'roll bass lines. I live for old school Beatles' stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I am not artsy, I just live vicariously through my artsy friends (Stewart, Jana, Nic, Jord and Joe and sometimes Jeremy... oh, and Brett's been liking some weird music lately [metric?!]). This will be the subject of a future blog wherein I will list my taste in music versus true blue artsies. You'll be pleasantly surprised, methinks. By the way, Jeremy, I downloaded some Sufjan Stevens... I like that Abraham song... but everything else is a little odd.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LATER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-113695088586846073?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113695088586846073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=113695088586846073' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/113695088586846073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/113695088586846073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-fleeting-thoughts.html' title='My Fleeting Thoughts'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-113649091542544851</id><published>2006-01-05T13:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T13:55:15.506-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Open Letter to Myself</title><content type='html'>Dear Terrin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please fire the 'flesh' part of you. It makes bad decisions, and is going to die soon anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your starving Spirit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-113649091542544851?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113649091542544851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=113649091542544851' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/113649091542544851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/113649091542544851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-open-letter-to-myself.html' title='My Open Letter to Myself'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-113623070493470124</id><published>2006-01-02T13:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T13:45:24.416-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Yearly Survey for New Year's</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. What did you do in 2005 that you'd never done before? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played drums on a regular basis in front of people, finished my first year of Bible College, started my second year. Bought a skirt (willingly), manicures, pedicures, considered tanning, tried Starbucks, worked at somewhere other than 7-Eleven, fell in love with old people, babysat two sets of twins. Oh, I also saw the Foo Fighters in live, living color!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Did you keep your New Year's resolutions and will you make more for next year?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd have to pull up the email, but if I remember correctly, I think I refused to make one last year. It was probably a rebellious thing ;). This year I did however make a couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Did anyone close to you give birth?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and her husband had a bouncing baby boy! Tessa is about to pop at any minute now, and Taralee and S2 are expecting as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Did anyone close to you die?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.5cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My great-grandmother died at the age of 97, and Belle Ames died :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. What countries did you visit?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.5cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Nothing other than Canada, but from mid-October to Novembrance day, I was in Alberta, Saskatchewan and Manitoba!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. What would you like to have in 2006 that you lacked in 2005?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.5cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;More time with God. Seriously! I've decided to fast the internet for a day a week to spend some more time in the Bible and such. I haven't picked which day yet. We'll have a look at my class schedule, and I'll let you know when I make the decision!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. What date from 2005 will remain etched in your memory, and why?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;May 20th. For personal reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The skirt. I guess making dean's list was pretty big too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. What was your biggest failure?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably wasn't the best steward of my money. Though I am proud to say that in my first semester of school, I managed not to buy clothes or shoes until the Christmas Party at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. Did you suffer illness or injury?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.5cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In May (I think) I got the world's nastiest cold and ended up going to the hospital at 6 in the morning because I couldn't breathe. Other than that I think I did ok for the year. As for injuries, nothing more than blisters and bruises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;11. What was the best thing you bought?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.5cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Rollerblades, Brett's Christmas present and Starbucks coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;12. Whose behavior merited celebration?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jorgia, for being such a good girl at the pool and not running on the deck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.5cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who was backbiting at Sev all summer, and Bert for still cheating on his wife after like 8 months and a secret pregnancy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;14. Where did most of your money go?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.5cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paying off bills, car payments, and school. Other than that, I would say that shoes would be a safe second. (though I think I bought less than 10 pairs all year. Go me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.5cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Coming home to see Brett, and summer holidays :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;16. What song will always remind you of 2005?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Anything from Jack Johnson's &lt;i&gt;In Between Dreams&lt;/i&gt; will remind me of March/April 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;17. Compared to this time last year, are you:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i. happier or sadder? &lt;/b&gt;Let's see. I'm not working at sev anymore, Brett and I are still together, and I get to buy clothes. Much happier!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ii. thinner or fatter?&lt;/b&gt; I don't know actually. I probably haven't weighed myself in over 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;iii. richer or poorer?&lt;/b&gt; Well, I don't really have an income anymore, and I'm spending borrowed money. But I feel richer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;18. What do you wish you'd done more of?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Socializing. I'm such a hermit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;19. What do you wish you'd done less of?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moping around and surfing the internet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.5cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;22. Did you fall in love in 2005?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;23. How many one-night stands?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. I have to lie down to sleep, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;24. What was your favorite TV program?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrested Development was the discovery of the year. and House. and Criminal Minds. 24 and CSI are still old favey's though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;25. Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;26. What was the best book you read?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real Presence by Leanne Payne, or Freakonomics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;27. What was your greatest musical discovery?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking Eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;29. What did you want and not get?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video iPod, Taylor Acoustic Guitar, Laptop. I did get a wireless mouse and keyboard and a sub system for my current computer though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;30. What was your favorite film of this year?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many! Just Friends, Harvey Potter, and though I technically did see Crash yesterday, it was made in 2005, and was rather good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;31. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I led praise and worship at church, went and watched Brett play baseball, went for supper with Brett's parents, and Brett took me out for ice cream. I turned 21!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;32. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A world tour. Or my own computerized house made of stainless steel and leather couches and big screen tv's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;33. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2005?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink is the new blue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;35. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiefer and John. We're on a first name basis now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;36. What political issue stirred you the most?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gay Mirrage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;37. Who did/do you miss?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon friends, the Dwelling Place, Brett.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;38. Who was the best new person you met?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wendy Toews.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;39. Quote a few song lyrics that sums up your year:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.5cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Wait! I got a new complain! Forever in debt to your priceless advice!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry that was so long guys. I made a couple of resolutions for the year. But I heard if you tell them, they won't come true. So... until next time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-113623070493470124?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113623070493470124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=113623070493470124' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/113623070493470124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/113623070493470124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-yearly-survey-for-new-years.html' title='My Yearly Survey for New Year&apos;s'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-113554288679667773</id><published>2005-12-25T14:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T14:34:46.830-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Greetings!</title><content type='html'>Ho, ho ho!!!! merry everyone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you're all enjoying your Christmas season! please take time to remember the first reason we celebrate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent christmas in weyburn (by the way, matt erickson is a jerk!) at my sister's house, and we had a lovely time. we then left at noon to come back to virden, and now i'm on my way to spend some christmas time with brett.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there's an update! i'm not dead!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-113554288679667773?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113554288679667773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=113554288679667773' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/113554288679667773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/113554288679667773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-greetings.html' title='My Greetings!'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-113442704035875879</id><published>2005-12-12T16:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T16:37:20.400-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Exorbitant Christmas Wish List</title><content type='html'>The Christmas season is upon us!!! For your enjoyment, here is a list of all those things I would like for Christmas!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.futureshop.ca/catalog/proddetail.asp?sku_id=0665000FS10068378&amp;catid=23593&amp;amp;logon=&amp;langid=EN"&gt;Wishlist #1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.taylorguitars.com/guitars/model.aspx?model=312-CE"&gt;Numero Deuce&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.futureshop.ca/catalog/proddetail.asp?sku_id=0665000FS10068558&amp;amp;catid=22496&amp;logon=&amp;amp;langid=EN"&gt;Trois&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img484.imageshack.us/my.php?image=images8ji.jpg"&gt;What's four in a different language?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img484.imageshack.us/img484/3894/aa1po.jpg"&gt;Is this even possible?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img484.imageshack.us/img484/3773/aaaaa2pg.jpg"&gt;My tuition?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok really, those things I am very unlikely to get for Christmas. But you can help me get what I really want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you go to a church of any kind, you need to pass the word on about Jesus. Evangelize to at least one person this holiday season. Don't be a chicken. If I were God and found out you didn't tell someone else about me, I'd whup your ass! So get to work, spread the good news!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you are not a Christian,  think about why you're not.  I'm sure it's because of  either 1)  what your knowledge tells you about Christianity and why it's not true, 2) because you've had some bad experience with religion, or 3) you were raised to believe a different moral system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here's the kicker. God is perfect. The big, perfect pie in the sky. The almighty (yes, he really does exist). The guy who was there to create the universe, the guy who everyone calls out to when they're upset or angry (or happy, omg!!!) is calling out to you. He wants to talk to you. How you say? God doesn't always speak audibly. But you can speak to him. He's very real. This is the real deal. It's not about money, or stuff, or girls or rock and roll. It's about God. And he's a humble enough guy to want to get to know you... some guy or girl.... so don't be stubborn. just think about it. try talkin to the guy. i'm sure he likes you enough, and will talk back. if you don't hear from him... try reading one of the many books he's written. they're conveniently placed in a book called 'the Bible.' if that doesn't float your boat, ask someone you know who believes in God to tell you the story of Jesus. Consider it. Now! you have 15 seconds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just kidding&lt;br /&gt;but if you did that, you would really give me an excellent christmas present!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-113442704035875879?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113442704035875879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=113442704035875879' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/113442704035875879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/113442704035875879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-exorbitant-christmas-wish-list.html' title='My Exorbitant Christmas Wish List'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-113402217629854180</id><published>2005-12-07T23:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T00:19:00.176-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Movies, Procrastination, Hair Dye and Old Love Notes</title><content type='html'>Where to start....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I think I saw what could possibly be the last funny movie ever to be seen before Jesus returns. That's right, I'm talking 'bout &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just Friends&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loosely based on a friend of mine's experiences, Ryan Reynolds is faced with the horrors of being trapped on the FriendSHIP (read &lt;a href="http://sheldoman.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sheldon's Blog&lt;/a&gt; if you'd like to hear more about these fascinating boats) with the girl of his dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just let me clear up some misconceptions you may already have about this movie:&lt;br /&gt;1. It is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; a chick flick. My friends Matt, Josh and Sheldon were on the FLOOR for the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; want to see this movie. Take your girlfriends to it. Make an evening out of it. (winks at Brett about the 16th of December... [Adam from Joan of Arcadia is in it!!!!!])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'll give anything else about the movie away, except for two things (man I like doing lists tonight!):&lt;br /&gt;1. That really slow guy from Coroner Gas is in the movie!&lt;br /&gt;2. Parts of the movie were filmed in Regina and Moose Jaw (Sorry, Jeremy. But really, if you were to film a Christmas movie, what better place than the frozen tundra that is Saskatchewan?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving right along, let me tell you about my procrastination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I am at a delicate and crucial time in my Bible College Career (Go Terrin for VALEDICTORIAN, 2008!!! WOOOO!). Yes. That's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final Exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They suck. You have to study and read stuff, and remember it, all for a time where you're shoved into a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; uncomfortable plastic chair and little wooden thing to write on for three whole hours. You basically sit there and regurgitate what you've learned. Strangely enough, we don't have to memorize all that much scripture. Go figure. Anyway, it's a very stressful time, and I have to write six of these three hour monstrocities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I studied all that much? Heck no!!! Let me tell you what I did during Tuesday, December 7, 2005, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; study day provided by the college so that we can prepare ourselves:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:30 am- wake up to the sun shining in my eyes in the friendliest of manners. I had a beautiful sleep. I think Scott Wilson describes these type of wake ups as "The Sun giving you a warm hug". Man that guy is so emo! (GO EMO QUADS!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:20 pm- saunter over to my computer and stare blankly at the screen while I realize that I'm currently missing lunch. Decide not to do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:00 pm- proceed down the hall and a flight of stairs to the shower room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:30 pm- make a to- do list for the day. It reads:&lt;br /&gt;1. Mail eBay item (a guy bought a belt off of me).&lt;br /&gt;2. Register for classes (next semester's... and I didn't get it done)&lt;br /&gt;3. Clean Room (I didn't really do that either. I did however make my bed and put my dirty laundry in the basket)&lt;br /&gt;4. Tech for Min Final prep (that's the exam I write tomorrow)&lt;br /&gt;5. Talk to Leslee re: tanning (my boyfriend has a very fancy graduation in February, which will include me in a dress. I've decided that I'd like to sort of be the opposite of pale)&lt;br /&gt;6. Go for coffee with Nicole!!!! (I actually put those exclamation points in there. Man I am a loser!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:35 pm- Nicole and I head to Starbucks for coffee until 3. We do some talking, and I read two of the thousand things I needed to read for that damn final!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-4:30 pm- buy gas, go to shopper's drug mart to mail things and buy hair dye!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:30-5:25 pm- dye hair (it's not a permanent color, so you folks at home won't see it), shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:25-6:00 pm- eat supper, break news to joe that i won't be at college connection, make study plans with matt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:00-6:30 pm- read my friend &lt;a href="http://jeremysawatzky.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jeremy's blog&lt;/a&gt;, and then laugh histerically at him singing along to bon jovi's "i'll be there for you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:30-8:30 pm- study in the library with matt for tech for min exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:30- 9:15- play piano and figure out how to play 'o come o come emmanuel' on the keys (go Robbie Seay!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:15-11:curfew- go to sobeys and pick up some lays' chips, and watch the first home alone with friends (we coudn't finish it because jord takes such bad care of his cd's!!!! fricken jord)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:00-11:40- watch ctv national and part of the local news (THERE IS AN ELECTION COMING UP!!! YOU NEED TO VOTE!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:40- now- write this stupid blog instead of go to bed (I need to get up at around 8 to shower, go over my notes and be ready to write by 9:30)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, I was going to blog on another topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went over some old emails that Brett and I sent each other both a little before and just after we started dating. They were ever so good. But I think I'll hold you in suspense, since I'm tired of typing, and for some reason, my room is fricken cold!!! what's up with that?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until I become valedictorian....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terrin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-113402217629854180?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113402217629854180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=113402217629854180' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/113402217629854180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/113402217629854180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-movies-procrastination-hair-dye-and.html' title='My Movies, Procrastination, Hair Dye and Old Love Notes'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-113384698865958975</id><published>2005-12-05T23:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T23:33:44.230-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Christmas Party!</title><content type='html'>Ok,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Saturday night was our Christmas party extravaganza!!!! In the fashion of copying people, here are my top 10 highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10- Megan and Eva's "Bah hum bug" tshirts (there you go, Megan!)&lt;br /&gt;9- How hot Nic looked (seriously, I wanted to pounce her!)&lt;br /&gt;8- Mr. Glubish and his wife wore glow bracelets (that Nic and I gave them)&lt;br /&gt;7- Non-degree First year's Christmas skit (GO JOSH!)&lt;br /&gt;6- How cute Melissa and Daniel are together!&lt;br /&gt;5- YARGH!!!!! ME WATER BE BREAKING!!!!&lt;br /&gt;4- Matt as the hilarious MC&lt;br /&gt;3- Scandal! (Klinger, Josh and Matt)&lt;br /&gt;2- Jana's Mr. Puls-like sweater&lt;br /&gt;1- A rap concert for possibly the whitest audience available!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it! Oh, Wendy, you did an amAzing job singing at the beginning. You're my hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some lovely pics of the evening!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/christmas%21%21%21%20003%20%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/320/christmas%21%21%21%20003%20%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/christmas%21%21%21%20039%20%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/320/christmas%21%21%21%20039%20%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/christmas%21%21%21%20029%20%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/320/christmas%21%21%21%20029%20%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/christmas%21%21%21%20061%20%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/320/christmas%21%21%21%20061%20%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/christmas%21%21%21%20046%20%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/320/christmas%21%21%21%20046%20%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" 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/10355880-113384698865958975?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113384698865958975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=113384698865958975' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/113384698865958975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/113384698865958975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-christmas-party.html' title='My Christmas Party!'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-113359074195099450</id><published>2005-12-03T00:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T00:19:01.976-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Excitement!!!</title><content type='html'>The semester is almost finished!!! Huzzah!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's see....&lt;br /&gt;2 days of classes&lt;br /&gt;6 final exams&lt;br /&gt;1 remaining fall special ensemble trip&lt;br /&gt;1 school christmas party&lt;br /&gt;1 christmas production at elim to go to&lt;br /&gt;1 party for eva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 days till christmas holidays for me!!!!! HUZZAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-113359074195099450?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113359074195099450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=113359074195099450' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/113359074195099450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/113359074195099450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-excitement.html' title='My Excitement!!!'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-113277818630647907</id><published>2005-11-23T14:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T14:38:16.600-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Childhood</title><content type='html'>At a long and wonderful "let's skip class to go to Starbucks and drink a Venti-London Fog" coffee with Nicole, we got into a lot of serious talking. She's such a good friend. You all need a friend like Nicole (but you can't have her, she's MINE! lol). Anyway, the talk was very serious, and we got into childhood stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, I was thinking more and more about my childhood, and despite some of the awful stuff that happened, I had a lot of fun. Yeah I was teased a lot and it did a lot of damage, but I had a wonderful family. I just spent a lot of time being tortured by it. But it's in the past, and I think that God will show me how to heal, and is starting to prepare me for that. So that's very comforting. Anyways, after a moment of serious thought, I turned to thinking of the things I enjoyed about my childhood. And then I was reminded of a favorite cartoon: REN AND STIMPY! YES! So I've had the royal canadian kilted yaksmen song in my head ever since. Here's the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our country reeks of trees&lt;br /&gt;Our yaks are really large&lt;br /&gt;And they smell like rotting beefcarcasses&lt;br /&gt;And we have to clean up after them&lt;br /&gt;And our saddle soars are the best&lt;br /&gt;We proudly wear woman's clothing&lt;br /&gt;And searing sand blows up our skirts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the buzzards, they soar overhead&lt;br /&gt;And poisonous snakes will devour us whole&lt;br /&gt;Our bones will bleach in the sun&lt;br /&gt;And we will probably go to *thbppth*&lt;br /&gt;And that is our great reward&lt;br /&gt;For being the-uh Ro-yal Canadian Kilted Yaksmen!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh, memories. I could do the 'log' song. But not today. It's about the royal canadian kilted yaksmen today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-113277818630647907?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113277818630647907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=113277818630647907' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/113277818630647907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/113277818630647907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-childhood.html' title='My Childhood'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-113242772459582304</id><published>2005-11-19T13:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T13:15:24.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My ABC's (stolen from bowflex)</title><content type='html'>A- Age of your first kiss: i think i was maybe 12...&lt;br /&gt;B- Band you are listening to right now: Our Lady Peace&lt;br /&gt;C- Crush: Senor Brett Ramsey&lt;br /&gt;D- Drink you drank last: OJ for brunch in the caf&lt;br /&gt;E- Easiest person to talk to: brett, nic, fishey&lt;br /&gt;F- Favorite ice cream: ny cherry cheesecake&lt;br /&gt;G- Gummy worms or gummy bears: worms&lt;br /&gt;H- Height: 5'7"ish&lt;br /&gt;I- Instruments: trumpet, guitar, bass, drums, a bit of piano, voice&lt;br /&gt;J- Jelly Flavor: raspberry&lt;br /&gt;K- Kids: i'd love some! but first i have to finish school and get married and all that jazz&lt;br /&gt;L- Longest car/bus ride: 14 hours in a bus to wyoming.&lt;br /&gt;M- Major issue: finishing school, brett's ufe exam, money, or lack thereof, finding brett a christmas pressie&lt;br /&gt;N- Nicknames: Ter, tewwin, terbear, blue&lt;br /&gt;O- One wish: to not have to worry about anything and have peace!&lt;br /&gt;P- Phobia: hand puppets, heights&lt;br /&gt;Q- Quote: "the loudest parting words are silence"&lt;br /&gt;R- Reasons to smile: going to lloyd today, only a few weeks till xmas break, the snow is melting!&lt;br /&gt;S- Shoe size: 7 to 8&lt;br /&gt;T- Time you woke up today: 10:45&lt;br /&gt;U- Unknown fact about me: i was teased horribly in elementary school. whenever i try to open up to anyone about it, they just laugh at me. i try to laugh too, but i'm really crying on the inside. wow, that was emo.&lt;br /&gt;V- vegtables: carrots, beans, celery&lt;br /&gt;W- Worst Habit: procrastinating, nail biting&lt;br /&gt;X- Xmas gift you really want: money, sweat pants, g/c to la senza, the postsecret book, a nice knit vneck sweater (preferrably black or brown), starbucks gift card&lt;br /&gt;Y-Your favorite drink: toffee nut latte from starbucks&lt;br /&gt;Z-Zodiac sign: DO NOT ENTER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-113242772459582304?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113242772459582304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=113242772459582304' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/113242772459582304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/113242772459582304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-abcs-stolen-from-bowflex.html' title='My ABC&apos;s (stolen from bowflex)'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-113217873489251185</id><published>2005-11-16T15:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T16:05:35.020-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Thoughts</title><content type='html'>-I'm stealing this from Jana, but man, my room only gets clean when I'm proctrastinating! It's true. I'll exhaust every possible activity before doing homework. Once that's out of the way, the room gets cleaned. HA! Anyway, I have one more paper to write, and my week from Bible College assignment hell will be done! If I don't finish however, I can still take a 2 week extension :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-You know it's winter when&lt;br /&gt;..... you put the liner inside your jacket becuase it's too cold without it&lt;br /&gt;..... you have to start plugging your car in overnight&lt;br /&gt;..... you don't want to go to Tim's because it's too cold outside&lt;br /&gt;..... you don't want to go to Starbucks because your car might not start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I drove in the worst snowstorm ever. The roads were awful, and it was like driving in a pingpong ball going 50 for hours on end. The trip took SEVEN hours! At least I'm in one piece!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I'm going to Lloydminster with the special group this weekend. I should call up grandma and see if she'd like to see us play. perhaps i shall stay there and we could do lunch or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Regina trip! DECEMBER 4th!&lt;br /&gt;AM: SOUTHSIDE PENTECOSTAL CHURCH, 41 Birchwood road. I have no idea when the service starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PM: AVONHURST PENTECOSTAL, 3200 Avonhurst drive. Service is at 6pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope to see you there ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I got ty's pressie picked out. now i just need to complete my shopping. only a couple more gifts to go. I need to get nicole's gift soon. I think she's achin to do the swap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright... later taters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-113217873489251185?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113217873489251185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=113217873489251185' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/113217873489251185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/113217873489251185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-thoughts.html' title='My Thoughts'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-113149138176611478</id><published>2005-11-08T17:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T17:09:41.816-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mental Anguish</title><content type='html'>I HATE CHRISTMAS SHOPPING!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's impossible to find things for people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one gives you hints! And I'm not creative enough to find something on my own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I've had ideas, and please, censor your comments in case I actually go with one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But do you ever get frustrated with what to buy for people?!?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGGGGGGGGGH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-113149138176611478?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113149138176611478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=113149138176611478' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/113149138176611478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/113149138176611478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-mental-anguish.html' title='My Mental Anguish'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-113104566702870752</id><published>2005-11-03T13:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T14:38:11.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Heart Breaks.</title><content type='html'>This past week has been a really powerful one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's been pulling strings in my heart, and using every aspect of my life to kindle some sort of passion, or "Holy Discontent" as pastor Mike would put it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It probably started last week when Pastor Brian Rutton and his wife, who are missionaries to Ethiopia and surrounding area came to preach in chapel. What a powerful one it was. They're experiencing miracles there. Like, Acts-types of miracles there. People are getting healed, whole villages are being restored. Why? Because people there are so passionate about God that they go to a town where they are surely to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;killed&lt;/span&gt; to preach the gospel. They have no one to depend on but God alone. They fast and pray, and read the Word for a minimum of a month, until they hear the voice of God tell them what to do. And villages are being saved. Miracles are happening. Enemy tribes are being restored. This is powerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that in Ethiopia, in order for a church to be considered a church, they have to have over 200 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;committed&lt;/span&gt; members? Like, not just people with their membership card, and tithe their 10%, these are people who are willing to go to another town &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;themselves&lt;/span&gt; and plant more and more churches. By that standard, there are almost zero churches in Saskatoon, there are almost zero churches in Brandon, there are almost zero churches in Virden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's your committment at? It seems that committment is a four lettered word in the church these days. Most people I talk to agree that 80% of the work done in the church is done by 20% of the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my Homiletics class, I have been asked to write a sermon manuscript and submit it for marking. Yikes. I'm a very new preacher, who is just learning the ropes. But I think that I've been quite inspired to read about our function as a body of Christ. It frustrates me to think that there are rival churches out there stealing each other's 'sheep'. Don't they know that all Christians belong to the same body, whether they be Pentecostal, Mennonite, Lutheran, Presbyterian, etc?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read 1 Corinthians Chapter 12:&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;sup id="en-NIV-28623"&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt;There are different kinds of gifts, but the same Spirit. &lt;sup id="en-NIV-28624"&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt;There are different kinds of service, but the same Lord. &lt;sup id="en-NIV-28625"&gt;6&lt;/sup&gt;There are different kinds of working, but the same God works all of them in all men.  &lt;p&gt; &lt;sup id="en-NIV-28626"&gt;7&lt;/sup&gt;Now to each one the manifestation of the Spirit is given for the common good. &lt;sup id="en-NIV-28627"&gt;8&lt;/sup&gt;To one there is given through the Spirit the message of wisdom, to another the message of knowledge by means of the same Spirit, &lt;sup id="en-NIV-28628"&gt;9&lt;/sup&gt;to another faith by the same Spirit, to another gifts of healing by that one Spirit, &lt;sup id="en-NIV-28629"&gt;10&lt;/sup&gt;to another miraculous powers, to another prophecy, to another distinguishing between spirits, to another speaking in different kinds of tongues,&lt;sup&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1%20corinthians%2012&amp;version=31#fen-NIV-28629a" title="See footnote a"&gt;a&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt; and to still another the interpretation of tongues.&lt;sup&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1%20corinthians%2012&amp;amp;version=31#fen-NIV-28629b" title="See footnote b"&gt;b&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt; &lt;sup id="en-NIV-28630"&gt;11&lt;/sup&gt;All these are the work of one and the same Spirit, and he gives them to each one, just as he determines. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;sup id="en-NIV-28631"&gt;12&lt;/sup&gt;The body is a unit, though it is made up of many parts; and though all its parts are many, they form one body. So it is with Christ. &lt;sup id="en-NIV-28632"&gt;13&lt;/sup&gt;For we were all baptized by&lt;sup&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1%20corinthians%2012&amp;version=31#fen-NIV-28632c" title="See footnote c"&gt;c&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt; one Spirit into one body—whether Jews or Greeks, slave or free—and we were all given the one Spirit to drink. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;sup id="en-NIV-28633"&gt;14&lt;/sup&gt;Now the body is not made up of one part but of many. &lt;sup id="en-NIV-28634"&gt;15&lt;/sup&gt;If the foot should say, "Because I am not a hand, I do not belong to the body," it would not for that reason cease to be part of the body. &lt;sup id="en-NIV-28635"&gt;16&lt;/sup&gt;And if the ear should say, "Because I am not an eye, I do not belong to the body," it would not for that reason cease to be part of the body. &lt;sup id="en-NIV-28636"&gt;17&lt;/sup&gt;If the whole body were an eye, where would the sense of hearing be? If the whole body were an ear, where would the sense of smell be? &lt;sup id="en-NIV-28637"&gt;18&lt;/sup&gt;But in fact God has arranged the parts in the body, every one of them, just as he wanted them to be. &lt;sup id="en-NIV-28638"&gt;19&lt;/sup&gt;If they were all one part, where would the body be? &lt;sup id="en-NIV-28639"&gt;20&lt;/sup&gt;As it is, there are many parts, but one body. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;sup id="en-NIV-28640"&gt;21&lt;/sup&gt;The eye cannot say to the hand, "I don't need you!" And the head cannot say to the feet, "I don't need you!" &lt;sup id="en-NIV-28641"&gt;22&lt;/sup&gt;On the contrary, those parts of the body that seem to be weaker are indispensable, &lt;sup id="en-NIV-28642"&gt;23&lt;/sup&gt;and the parts that we think are less honorable we treat with special honor. And the parts that are unpresentable are treated with special modesty, &lt;sup id="en-NIV-28643"&gt;24&lt;/sup&gt;while our presentable parts need no special treatment. But God has combined the members of the body and has given greater honor to the parts that lacked it, &lt;sup id="en-NIV-28644"&gt;25&lt;/sup&gt;so that there should be no division in the body, but that its parts should have equal concern for each other. &lt;sup id="en-NIV-28645"&gt;26&lt;/sup&gt;If one part suffers, every part suffers with it; if one part is honored, every part rejoices with it. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;sup id="en-NIV-28646"&gt;27&lt;/sup&gt;Now you are the body of Christ, and each one of you is a part of it. &lt;sup id="en-NIV-28647"&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt; WE ALL HAVE A FUNCTION IN THE CHURCH, AND ARE REQUIRED AS CHRISTIANS TO TAKE ON OUR ROLE, WHETHER BIG OR SMALL, IN THE SPOTLIGHT OR BEHIND THE SCENES, FOR ONE PURPOSE: GLORIFYING GOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard sermons like these preached a zillion times. But my heart is finally starting to be broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was our school's day of prayer. I chose to spend my day asking God for a passion: for the word, for prayer, for the lost, for the church. Holy crap, be careful what you ask for. Ever since that day, my heart has been breaking constantly for things that I'm hearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today some cool people from Vanguard Ministries talked about a street ministry that they have begun. They tell me that nothing gets accomplished without prayer. They tell me that once you begin to walk in step with God, you'll learn about the things that break His heart, and yours will begin to break as well. Wow. I can't even put into words how moved I was by her message. I'm probably even missing some stuff that she said. But WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe it was in September when Nic and I were watching a John Bevere DVD and he said that you are never unaffected by things. Either your heart gets harder, or it gets softer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does your heart look like today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you functioning as a Christian for the purpose of glorifying God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a passion, or Holy discontent that God has revealed to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your heart breaking for the lost around you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider these thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-113104566702870752?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113104566702870752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=113104566702870752' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/113104566702870752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/113104566702870752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-heart-breaks.html' title='My Heart Breaks.'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-113079355921266505</id><published>2005-10-31T15:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T15:19:19.240-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My "Friend" and Halloween</title><content type='html'>Well, I've been telling myself that I need to sit down and write an actual blog for some time now. And now that Sheldon thinks he's the blogmaster or something, it's time to start up some friendly competition. So I'm going to tell you a story of a very sheltered girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, this girl's parents didn't believe Halloween was a very good holiday. She was not allowed to go trick-or-treating, she was not allowed to colour pictures of ghosts and goblins at school, she was not allowed to carry around a UNICEF box, and most of all, she was not allowed to spend Halloween at her school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, the girl really didn't mind it. Afterall, a day off school seemed like fun. But then she discovered what she was missing! She didn't dress up for Halloween until she was 18 years old! How sad is that? She did get to go trick-or-treating once. And she lived in a small enough town to only just hear about Hallelujah nights. What the heck. This girl feels gipped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl is me. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I got to experience Halloween as a kid. No matter how evil people say it is. I don't think it really is. It's become a commercial holiday. I know, I know, some people are like "But all this evil crap happens". I'm not doing any of it. I just want candy, and lots of it! I want to dress up like Britney Spears, or slutty Frankenstein or something. But that won't be happening this year. I have homework to do. The Holy Spirit and I need to write my Homoletics Manuscript. All well. My kids will be able to, that's for shizzle! It's a right of passage, a part of childhood. You're an outcast! Belive me! Anyway, enough of my miniranting. I'm done for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-113079355921266505?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113079355921266505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=113079355921266505' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/113079355921266505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/113079355921266505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-friend-and-halloween.html' title='My &quot;Friend&quot; and Halloween'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-113054111445144297</id><published>2005-10-28T18:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T18:11:54.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Exam Update</title><content type='html'>Well, I haven't received all of my midterm marks, but here's a quick update for those of you keeping score:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English Lit= 84%&lt;br /&gt;Tech For Min= 86%&lt;br /&gt;Homiletics= 87%&lt;br /&gt;Understanding Human Behavior= 90%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, no marks yet for Wisdom Lit or Ministry to Worship Arts Community.&lt;br /&gt;I sure hope my parents are posting these on the fridge, because I don't think I've ever done this well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Jana is still angry with me. Sorry Jana. You sure showed me on that Braga book though!!!! You beat me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-113054111445144297?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113054111445144297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=113054111445144297' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/113054111445144297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/113054111445144297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-exam-update.html' title='My Exam Update'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-113035726481744514</id><published>2005-10-26T15:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T15:15:04.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Alarm Clock!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/new%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/320/new%20003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't she pretty? Yeah, it looks a little like a space ship. But I have better news! I won't be sleeping like I'm at the circus anymore!!!!!! HUZZAH! Allow me to show you what that little circle thing does on the side there. It's a projector! YES! No more having to look up at the clock to see the time, because it will be projected on the wall. Now, it's quite bright in here right now, so I took the liberty of taking a photo of the projection inside a cardboard box, just so you can get an idea of the awesomeness that I will experience from this day on: &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/new%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/320/new%20001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it. My new alarm clock may not be blue or cool looking. But it won't light up my room like some circus anymore, and I will have cured my insomnia. I hope. I haven't had a good sleep since Saturday. Maybe I should go take a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, ps, I don't have a picture or anything, but I got 86% on my Tech for Min midterm, for those of you keeping track. And yes, I did better than Jana again. She still has 4 exams to kick my ass on though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-113035726481744514?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113035726481744514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=113035726481744514' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/113035726481744514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/113035726481744514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-new-alarm-clock.html' title='My New Alarm Clock!'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-113018174585288757</id><published>2005-10-24T14:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T16:59:27.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Poor Sensitive Eyes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/fun%20fun%20%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/320/fun%20fun%20%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The battle of brightness has begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, since my first slumber here at school this year, I have realized that my bed is in the wrong spot. I wake up every morning to the bliding affects of the sun, and although I greatly appreciate the tranquilness of my fortress of solitude, this is the one aspect I can't stand about my little home away from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why don't you re-arrange your room, Terrin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny you should ask that. I did re-arrange. And it was everything a girl could dream of, until a horribly unfortunate and fateful trip to Wal-Mart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, we were perusing the electronics section, and came across some cool alarm clocks. Some were big, so people with bad eyesight could see it from acroos the room, there was another cool one that projected the time directly on the wall, and another one. The one I bought. It's blue, it's big, and it looks cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I set up this saucy little feature, excited about not having to wake up with the sun blinding my eyes in the morning. I put on my pj's and rolled on into bed, and was very excited to fall asleep. But this didn't happen! Why? There was no bloody darkness for me to fall asleep in! It turns out that this alarm clock must have been designed for those afraid of the dark, because it emits this supersonic 'blue haze' with it's powerful lcd lights. It's like sleeping in a room with Ralph Wiggum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This alarm clock has to go! It's so cool looking though!&lt;br /&gt;Check it out: that blue stuff underneath is an optional blue light, and it looks ubercool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alas, I have lost two night's worth of sleep, and I don't believe that having a cool alarm clock is worth that much sleep. So it will go back to the store, or be regifted to someone. I'm getting that one that projects on the wall, and then I'm gonig to point it at the ceiling. It's red. And normal looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and PS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/1600/exam%20%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3072/797/320/exam%20%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in case you can't read it, it's my english literature midterm. I got an 84. This was my scariest exam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-113018174585288757?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113018174585288757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=113018174585288757' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/113018174585288757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/113018174585288757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-poor-sensitive-eyes.html' title='My Poor Sensitive Eyes!'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-112974801671891464</id><published>2005-10-19T13:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T13:53:36.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Busy Week!</title><content type='html'>Well... business really is no excuse for not blogging, but I'm using it anyway. Plus, I'm also procrastinating at the same time. It's amazing what you'll get done while you're trying to avoid studying for exams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week at CPC we have our beloved midterms. I am especially blessed, as I have the wonderful opportunity to write &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;six&lt;/span&gt; of them! How glorious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I wrote Understanding Human Behavior, and in about an hour or so I will be writing Wisdom Literature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow leads off with Technology for Ministry and Homiletics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Friday I have English Literature and Ministering to Worship Arts Community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLECH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there's a measly update for you. I added a couple of new links to my blog, as I got sick of having to find them in other people's links. Jeremy's blog is quite a gooder, as he does cool devotional things for his little YFC'ers. He actually has quite a few good thoughts, so if you like interesting reads, go for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin Vadizzle is also really cool, and he is quite the X-Treme biker... or whatever you want to call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brett, I'll be procrastinating sometime tonight, and I'll likely sign in on MSN or something... I miss you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? Not much. Sorry if you feel like I've fallen off the face of the earth or something... but life has been so supercrazygonuts that I sometimes feel there aren't enough hours in the day! Oh dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have to get back to my studies. Have a lovely day, everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-112974801671891464?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112974801671891464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=112974801671891464' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/112974801671891464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/112974801671891464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-busy-week.html' title='My Busy Week!'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-112915004171574551</id><published>2005-10-12T15:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T15:47:21.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Day in A Short Haiku Series</title><content type='html'>sun blinds beauty's eyes&lt;br /&gt;alarm sounds for day's renew&lt;br /&gt;it is time to rise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dark hall shelters sight&lt;br /&gt;stumbling like way of the night&lt;br /&gt;"good morning Nicole"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hot shower's indulge&lt;br /&gt;dressed in old favorites, behold&lt;br /&gt;put on foot garments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check my mail, now see&lt;br /&gt;no lover has returned call&lt;br /&gt;I sigh, sit in wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haze, off to chapel!&lt;br /&gt;where I sit, hear, respond, sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I need some hot Tim's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alas, I stay.&lt;br /&gt;technology still calls out&lt;br /&gt;off to one more class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard this before&lt;br /&gt;sometime in the distant past&lt;br /&gt;I know what this is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will endure&lt;br /&gt;a price paid for returned mark&lt;br /&gt;work still must be done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to lunch; eat, talk&lt;br /&gt;secrets told and time to bond&lt;br /&gt;tuna on brown bread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afternoon's free spent&lt;br /&gt;to study and fellowship&lt;br /&gt;work makes me look smart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now alone, free time&lt;br /&gt;abounds to what seems no end&lt;br /&gt;no new email, sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, hence to blog&lt;br /&gt;waiting for response in verse&lt;br /&gt;a haiku returned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-112915004171574551?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112915004171574551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=112915004171574551' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/112915004171574551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/112915004171574551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-day-in-short-haiku-series.html' title='My Day in A Short Haiku Series'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-112837886942994683</id><published>2005-10-03T17:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T18:48:05.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Choice Coffee Conversion Confession</title><content type='html'>Can Canadian coffee casually concern consumers, commencing codependant courtship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, I have a confession to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim's doesn't do it for me anymore. I've decided to drink the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord's coffee&lt;/span&gt;, and enter into the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sacred sainthood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, that precious coffee that is from St. Arbuck himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blame Joe. And Jordan. And Jana. And &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Nicole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise you, coffee sweetened with honey is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;delicious.&lt;/span&gt; Oh dear. I've become a coffee snob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone kill me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-112837886942994683?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112837886942994683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=112837886942994683' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/112837886942994683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/112837886942994683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-choice-coffee-conversion-confession.html' title='My Choice Coffee Conversion Confession'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-112810819397024746</id><published>2005-09-30T14:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T14:23:13.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Thinking Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Hey guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is super busy. I've definitely been thinking about blogging, but not doing it. Hopefully I can start doing more than thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the spirit of the craziness that's going on here, I'd like to pose a few questions to you. Don't just read them, but think about them! Hopefully you'll get some spiritual thoughts in motion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When was the last time you sat down, just you and the Word, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; read it and asked God to guide you? Do it. Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When was the last time you smiled and said hello to a stranger. Did you know that you communicate so much to a person just by smiling at them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When was the last time you called an old friend just to see how they were doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When was the last time you told someone you love them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are these questions cheesy and cliche? Of course they are. But think about them. The fact that you are busy does not get you off the hook for everyday kindness and meditation in the Word. Get to it people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-112810819397024746?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112810819397024746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=112810819397024746' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/112810819397024746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/112810819397024746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-thinking-thoughts.html' title='My Thinking Thoughts'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-112754015383427726</id><published>2005-09-24T00:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T17:21:35.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Redecorating!!</title><content type='html'>Well, sometimes you just have to update your look. Throw away those pointy leather boots, get rid of the plaid sweaters and doc martens. How do y'all like it? This neat thingy to the side is a &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/"&gt;Flickr&lt;/a&gt; slideshow, and it's completely free to do (you get 20mb of uploads per month... that sucks, but i got all those pics in there!). So yeah, let me know what you think about it, because I certainly took a long time putting it all together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: I got the comments working again, so you can tell me how beautiful i am now ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-112754015383427726?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112754015383427726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=112754015383427726' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/112754015383427726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/112754015383427726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-redecorating.html' title='My Redecorating!!'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-112733344602947318</id><published>2005-09-21T14:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T15:15:42.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My "UnDragoning"</title><content type='html'>I'm taking a very interesting class this year for my worship major called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ministry to Worship Arts Community&lt;/span&gt;. One of the books I have to read for the class is, as Mr. Puls puts it, a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wonkablaster&lt;/span&gt; (man that guy has awesome words).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book is called  by Leanne Payne. I must say, I've never really read any Lewis before&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (other than &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Screwtape Letters&lt;/span&gt;) and I must say, this guy is a theological and metaphorical &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;GENIUS&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the story I'd like to share with you all today is taken from The Voyage of the Dawn Treader:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eustace is a greedy boy who, caring only for 'facts,' has never been to the country of Narnia. The reality of Narnia doesn't fit his idea of 'facts.' He has overheard his cousins, the Pevenses, talking about their secret country, and thereafter loves to tease and bully them about their belief. He never believes that they have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;been there. But one day, along with is cousins, he is suddenly 'pulled' into Narnia though a painting of a ship under full sail. Being tossed into a Narnian sea and hauled up into a Narnian boat is about the worst thing that could happen to the selfish Eustace, for he lands right in the middle of people who have learned long ago that it isn't a joyful thing to be selfish. And their joy and unselfishness puts him out of sorts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One day an even more dreadful thing happens to him: 'Sleeping on a dragon's hoard with greedy, dragonish thoughts in his heart, he had become a dragon himself.' A dragon is not only a selfish monster that hoards treasures, but it is also a very lonely creature. One cause of its loneliness is that it likes nothing better to eat than fresh dragon as well as other animals and human beings. Eustace begins to experience how lonely it is to be a monster. He begins to realize what kind of person he has been. And as the full realization of this settles upon him, the dragon who is Eustace lifts up his awful dragon head and begins to weep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Through his tears he sees a huge and awesome Lion come toward him and beckon him to follow. So great is Eustace's loneliness by this time that he will do anything that Great Beast asks. The Lion leads him to a huge, round well, and there he directs Eustace to undress. Eustace has on no clothes but he then remembers that dragons are rather like snakes, and he thinks perhaps he can shed his awful dragon hide. He starts scratching away at his scaly self and soon manages to step right out of his dranon suit. But just as he steps into the water, he notices he has yet a smaller dragon skin on underneath. Once again he scratches away at this hide, and stepping out of it, starts again into the water. But there again he sees he is still a dragon. He thinks to himself, 'Oh dear, how ever many skins have I got to take off?' He then scratches away for the third time and is almost desperate to find he has yet another dragon skin on. It is then that the Lion says, 'You will have to let me undress you.' Eustace is dreadfully afraid of the Lion's claws, but he is desperate by then, so he lays down his ugly dragon-self and lets the Lion undress him. The very first tear that the Lion's claws make goes so deep that Eustace thinks it has gone right through his heart and hurts worse than anything he has ever felt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;An then Aslan catches hold of him with his great, clawed paws and throws him into the crystal-clear pool. And, smarting terribly at first, Eustace the dragon sinks deep into the delicious waters until, surfacing, he finds himself turned back into a boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you haven't figured it out... Aslan the Lion is God. We are Eustace. Here's a quick comment that Payne makes about this story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Few, if any, write better than Lewis of our need to be 'undragoned.' Like Eustace, he saw with terrible clarity that our converstion from loving self to loving God and our neighbors is a radical one indeed. Because of Lewis's profound understanding of the old, fallen self, some thought that he had studied moral or ascetic theology for years. Refusing the compliment, he replied, "They forgot that there is an equally reliable, though less creditable, way of learning how temptation works. 'My heart'-- I need no other's-- 'showeth me the wickedness of the ungodly.'"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Ask God to 'undragon' you. No matter how much it hurts God, let us love You instead of ourselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-112733344602947318?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112733344602947318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=112733344602947318' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/112733344602947318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/112733344602947318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-undragoning.html' title='My &quot;UnDragoning&quot;'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10355880.post-112699762691968692</id><published>2005-09-17T17:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T17:53:46.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Covenant With My Bank Account</title><content type='html'>Ok,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend way too much money on clothes and shoes (Brett and family are all saying 'amen' to this).&lt;br /&gt;Nicole and I, plus many other friends enjoy our fellowship time in the form of shopping. We're also really good at encouraging each other to buy new things. So, the temptation to spend is always lingering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have a plan! No buying new shoes or clothes until Christmas time!!!! (of course, gifts for others will not count, as I do have little nieces and nephews to think about).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there it is. I don't need new things, so I'm not going to buy them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10355880-112699762691968692?l=terrinblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112699762691968692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10355880&amp;postID=112699762691968692' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/112699762691968692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10355880/posts/default/112699762691968692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terrinblog.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-covenant-with-my-bank-account.html' title='My Covenant With My Bank Account'/><author><name>Mrs. Ramsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07752709314473915684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/5412/yeehaw048small9pk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
