<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17028404</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sun, 01 Mar 2009 19:08:43 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>The Life That Is....</title><description></description><link>http://daybebaby.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (daybe)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17028404.post-115696282590756061</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Aug 2006 18:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-08-30T11:33:45.910-07:00</atom:updated><title>I moved...</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.songsinblue.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;www.songsinblue.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17028404-115696282590756061?l=daybebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://daybebaby.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-moved.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (daybe)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17028404.post-115644463291543946</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Aug 2006 16:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-08-24T11:37:13.266-07:00</atom:updated><title>Happy 17th Birthday Lance!</title><description>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3998/1482/1600/181308476_1b7afa6db1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3998/1482/320/181308476_1b7afa6db1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd just like to give a big shout out to my L-dog, the big L, Master L of the universe, Lancelot, and all other names given to my brother.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, he may share the name of every gay character on every movie/TV show, but besides his love of pink and ummm...friendship with Jon Campbell, he is all man. Case in point, the other night he called me to see if I was going to the PNE with them next week. At the end of the call I said "I love you" to which he responded, "uh huh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3998/1482/320/156997789_ab3dc2ada6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird not having him around all the time. He's got his own life now, shocking isn't it? We've gotten really close in the last year, and it's awesome. I miss him like crazy and can't wait to have him home!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3998/1482/320/181302961_8705b49008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;He is one of the funniest guys I know. I remember when we did this comedy routine for our parents. We were like 5 and 3 and had seen it on tv and thought our dad would particularly enjoy it. We were right. I was the straight man, telling a not so funny story, and Lance was in the background, interrupting me with silly comments and dumb questions. Dad was old back then, and I seriously thought he was going to have a heart attack. Tears were streaming down his face and he was on the floor, his body convulsing with laughter. To this day, I have not seen my dad laugh as hard as he did during that skit. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3998/1482/320/139176866_764ae0064a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So Happy Birthday Lance! I hope that you do something crazy/special for your day and that you enjoy every minute of it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE YOU!&lt;/strong&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/17028404-115644463291543946?l=daybebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://daybebaby.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-17th-birthday-lance.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (daybe)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17028404.post-115630898013309816</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Aug 2006 04:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-08-22T21:56:20.150-07:00</atom:updated><title>That's Lance to the rest of you...</title><description>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3998/1482/1600/l%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3998/1482/400/l%20013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17028404-115630898013309816?l=daybebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://daybebaby.blogspot.com/2006/08/thats-lance-to-rest-of-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (daybe)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17028404.post-115592865508267246</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Aug 2006 18:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-08-18T12:19:48.026-07:00</atom:updated><title>I've got cool stories</title><description>A couple posts ago, I talked about how I wasn't sure what relying on God looked like. Well, I got my answers.&lt;br /&gt;I have a few loose ends I need to tie up before I leave. What this really means is I have to pay for things that I don't really have the extra money to pay for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to buy out my membership for curves because I'll be gone for longer than the 'vacation time' is. This means $10 x 6 = $60. So I went into sign all the forms, and when I came to the amount for the buyout, I asked how much I was to put down.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, don't worry about it," was the response. Sweet!&lt;br /&gt;Then I asked when I could use the gym til.&lt;br /&gt;"Well, usually it's until the first of the month...but you can use it until you go." Double Sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also thought I had to buy out my cell phone contract.&lt;br /&gt;14 x $20= $280&lt;br /&gt;I went to the telus store to see what my options were.&lt;br /&gt;"You can put your phone on vacation mode, and the months you don't use it get attached to the end of your contract."&lt;br /&gt;"How long is vacation mode?"&lt;br /&gt;"6 months."&lt;br /&gt;Heck...yes.&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, I got a cheque in the mail for $100...which I totally forgot was coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after 'saving' all that money, I finally rented a movie I've been dying to see for months now. I ended up watching it with my family too, so that was cool. It's called Water. It takes place in 1930's India, and it' the story of this girl who was widowed when she was 8. It was really sad, but really moving and good! I'd probably buy it...after I get back from my trip ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17028404-115592865508267246?l=daybebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://daybebaby.blogspot.com/2006/08/ive-got-cool-stories.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (daybe)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17028404.post-115561869063180879</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Aug 2006 05:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-08-14T22:11:30.650-07:00</atom:updated><title>Flickred</title><description>I put some new pics onto flickr...more to come in the next couple of days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17028404-115561869063180879?l=daybebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://daybebaby.blogspot.com/2006/08/flickred.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (daybe)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17028404.post-115558559186142416</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Aug 2006 19:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-08-14T12:59:52.113-07:00</atom:updated><title>Can I sign your cast?</title><description>I don't get stressed out. Let me re-phrase that. I used to not get stressed out. I used to enjoy being frustrated, I would look forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;The level of stress and frustration that I am at right now, is like nothing I've ever experienced. It just means the feeling of accomplishment at the end will be that much more gratifying, right? Let's hope so...&lt;br /&gt;I hate complaining too, so I'm going to keep this short. Just when I've got something figured out, something else comes up. My loan went through, which was a huge weight off my shoulders, but I got an email saying the my schools fees have gone up...about $1000.&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;I was already about that much in the hole.&lt;br /&gt;I've contemplated not traveling for 2 months in New Zealand. But that's not supposed to happen.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying really hard to rely on God to supply me with answers, after all He is the reason I'm doing this. Trying to rely on God has made me realize I don't really know what that looks like. He keeps giving me little pictures in my dreams of what I will do while on this adventure and it gets me excited! But I'm having a hard time deciphering where relying on my own abilities stop and where His begin.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone have any ideas for fundraising?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to be thankful for:&lt;br /&gt;-my dad who will do anything to make my dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;-my mom who will keep me grounded and remind me to be realistic&lt;br /&gt;-my God-given outgoing personality that allows me to ask strangers if I can sign their cast&lt;br /&gt;-my loan going through :)&lt;br /&gt;-being silent and still having fun&lt;br /&gt;-water and ice cubes&lt;br /&gt;-plans never working out the way I planned them...makes life more interesting&lt;br /&gt;-getting lost because I can't remember left or right&lt;br /&gt;-friends who take my mind off my worries and remind me to have fun&lt;br /&gt;-really good wonton soup&lt;br /&gt;-meeting a person who went to a Stargate convention...Damien, you are now my hero&lt;br /&gt;-still being able to listen to the hockey games while in NZ and AUS....yay for internet!&lt;br /&gt;-my iron&lt;br /&gt;-tough questions&lt;br /&gt;-people who make me smile without having to do anything&lt;br /&gt;-6 months and still hurting on and off, but knowing that means my heart isn't rock hard&lt;br /&gt;-going through and re-packing old boxes and finding old diary entries...good times&lt;br /&gt;-God still being there no matter how many times I screw up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17028404-115558559186142416?l=daybebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://daybebaby.blogspot.com/2006/08/can-i-sign-your-cast.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (daybe)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17028404.post-115514982520982777</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Aug 2006 18:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-08-09T11:57:05.236-07:00</atom:updated><title>CSI and the impending doom</title><description>Danielle and I finished housesitting this morning! I was so ready to get out of there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danielle bought all the seasons of CSI on DVD and we've been watching them non-stop. I think watching it so much has had an effect on me though. This morning, I was walking to work and this guy was working on his motorcycle in his driveway. He kinda caught me off guard. I didn't see him and all of a sudden I hear a "Good Morning". Maybe it's just me, but he looked a little sketchy...&lt;br /&gt;I'll take solace in the fact that while a motorcycle would be a good get away vehicle, it by no means has the capacity to transport my lifeless body, therefore making it easier for the CSIs to identify my killer. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were a little over zealous when booking our tickets a couple days ago. When I looked into it I realized it just wasn't going to work money wise. So I was up late last night trying to figure it all out online, to no avail. But this morning I called the travel company we booked our tickets with and now it's all good! I saved myself about $1000 and Danielle about $400. YAY ME!&lt;br /&gt;Mark it on your calendars people! Here are the dates and times:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave Vancouver on Sunday October 22, 2006 @ 3:55pm.&lt;br /&gt;Arrive in LA @ 6:45pm.&lt;br /&gt;Leave LA @ 11pm.&lt;br /&gt;Arrive in Auckland on October 24, 2006 @ 7:45am.&lt;br /&gt;Which means that October 23 doesn't even exist for us! How cool is that!&lt;br /&gt;I can't even imagine what the jetlag is going to be like...fun fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17028404-115514982520982777?l=daybebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://daybebaby.blogspot.com/2006/08/csi-and-impending-doom.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (daybe)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17028404.post-115464514614186070</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Aug 2006 22:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-08-03T15:45:46.160-07:00</atom:updated><title>Look out world...</title><description>Dayna's applied for a credit card.&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid of the power I could hold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17028404-115464514614186070?l=daybebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://daybebaby.blogspot.com/2006/08/look-out-world.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (daybe)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17028404.post-115446451541826370</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Aug 2006 20:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-08-01T13:35:15.436-07:00</atom:updated><title>Stressin' 'bout the blessin'</title><description>2 and a half months until I leave for NZ and AUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I told my boss yesterday that I had been accepted.  I was so nervous about his reaction and I felt bad because I have only been here for a few months, but it went well.  He told me that when I come back and there was a position available, he would like to have me back :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a few vaccinations yesterday.  Three shots in total...have I mentioned how much I hate needles.  I don't mind getting them, in fact I quite enjoy it...I just can't watch them go into other people, it freaks me out!  So last night and today my arms are oh so sore, and poor danielle, I've been milking it for all it's worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting kinda stressed out about not having enough money. I know God will provide, but it's really hard to trust in that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danielle and I's trial run is going well.  We've been living together for a week now and have only had one fight.  It wasn't even really a fight, more of a putting each other down in the most hilarious way.  As we were making fun of each other we were laughing so hard we couldn't stand or breathe!  SO funny!  I love her to pieces.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17028404-115446451541826370?l=daybebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://daybebaby.blogspot.com/2006/08/stressin-bout-blessin.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (daybe)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17028404.post-115402804747070109</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 Jul 2006 18:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-07-27T12:20:50.203-07:00</atom:updated><title>Hello!</title><description>Hey guys, I just got accepted to a SCHOOL! One in which I am GOING to! Please tell me that that is THE coolest thing you've heard in a while!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, the whole idea of me going somewhere else and doing something about my future has not entirely sunken in yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOO HOO!! SO EXCITED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting in bed last night, reading this 4 page long email they sent me on what I need to do next. Danielle asked me what I was reading and I told her. I started to explain all things needed when I started to feel a little overwhelmed...I was in the middle of my sentence when I stopped and said "I need to make a list."&lt;br /&gt;She just laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday I get my vaccinations...I'm going to be full of like 6 diseases.  I bet I'll be feeling pretty good after that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17028404-115402804747070109?l=daybebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://daybebaby.blogspot.com/2006/07/hello.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (daybe)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17028404.post-115393528257108514</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Jul 2006 17:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-08-17T14:57:58.993-07:00</atom:updated><title>Dayna is Accepted!</title><description>So that was pretty quick eh? I'm totally excited right now! Like 'Graham' excited.&lt;br /&gt;*Just a side note for you, Angella. That term was put into practice by Marissa and is now commonly used by many*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17028404-115393528257108514?l=daybebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://daybebaby.blogspot.com/2006/07/dayna-is-accepted.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (daybe)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17028404.post-115387242612064259</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Jul 2006 23:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-08-17T14:58:29.210-07:00</atom:updated><title>Dayna Ready for Prayer</title><description>That was the subject line of an email I got today. One that told me that my application was completed and ready to be prayed over by the school leader. Let's hope God tells him I should go, just like he told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I disgust myself when I'm sick. My body does gross things I didn't think I was capable of doing. I only enjoy being sick when I have someone to pity me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started housesitting today, it's a frickin nice house with an equally nice car that I get to drive. I'll post pictures. I'm also looking after 2 little doggys, Chico and Abby. I'm not a big fan of dogs, but when they're "mine" I have a blast with them! Danielle and I are going to spoil them rotten!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love being &lt;a href="http://rissontherock.blogspot.com/2006/07/isnt-she-lovely.html"&gt;appreciated&lt;/a&gt;, especially when I've done things hoping for nothing in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrie and Jon are going to Creation Fest tonight. I'm jealous but relieved, I was feeling really bad about not being able to take them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark took Lance up to Summerland yesterday morning. This story is going down in family history. They left at 1 Am. At 5:30 AM, My dad gets call, it's Mark asking if he was supposed to be in Kamloops. Well, no, he missed the turn in Merrit to go to Kelowna. At 7:30 AM, Dad gets another call, it's Mark asking if he's supposed to be in Princeton. No, he missed the turn to go to Penticton. Apparently after that, he bought a map.&lt;br /&gt;And he wants to be a bus driver.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17028404-115387242612064259?l=daybebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://daybebaby.blogspot.com/2006/07/dayna-ready-for-prayer.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (daybe)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17028404.post-115384876433385191</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Jul 2006 17:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-07-25T10:32:44.356-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3998/1482/1600/christmas2005035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3998/1482/400/christmas2005035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;HAPPY 13TH BIRTHDAY COURTNEY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm sure she'd like lots of comments on her blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17028404-115384876433385191?l=daybebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://daybebaby.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy-13th-birthday-courtneyim-sure.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (daybe)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17028404.post-115379394996268281</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Jul 2006 02:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-07-24T19:19:09.980-07:00</atom:updated><title>As Promised...</title><description>So I thought I had more pictures of this weekend...but I have 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This picture is dedicated to Marissa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3998/1482/1600/RB%20063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3998/1482/320/RB%20063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I went to a party last weekend at Devon's.  This is his 20 year old cat.  No kidding eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3998/1482/1600/RB%20061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3998/1482/320/RB%20061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17028404-115379394996268281?l=daybebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://daybebaby.blogspot.com/2006/07/as-promised.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (daybe)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17028404.post-115377735925557204</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Jul 2006 20:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-07-24T14:42:39.366-07:00</atom:updated><title>Sea Cav 2006</title><description>This year's Sea Cav was a little bittersweet. I found myself thinking more about last year than enjoying this year. Nothing seemed as good in comparison, not the fireworks, not the sunshine, not Fun in the Park, not the aimless walking around...nothing. I think being sick played in a part in that. When I have a cold I tend to be a lot slower, a lot more thoughtful, and I like to have someone to cuddle with to make me feel better. I did 2 of the 3 this weekend, and it made me sad. I'm enjoying the whole single bit, it's fun for the most part, but a big chunk of me misses having someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did end up having a pretty good time however. It was SO HOT! As in record heat. I have never been in such a constant state of sweat. It was pretty gross.&lt;br /&gt;While I was at work on Friday, Emily called me. I hadn't talked to her in like a month because she was working at Barnabas on Keats Island, and oh how I missed her so! So Erin and I met up with her and Danielle and went out for yummy Greek food! After, we met up with Jon and hung out until the fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, Lance and I watched the parade. We got chocolates and freezies! Then I went for my haircut and took Courtney to get her birthday present. She's been wanting her upper ear pierced so I paid for it, and to provide moral support, Emily got her nose done, and I got my bellybutton pierced. I wasn't really planning on doing that, but it was about $30 less than I thought it was going to be, so I just decided, what the heck!&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was the only day I was outside for the majority of it...and it showed. I didn't even think I was tanning until I got into the shade that night and realized I had a wicked burn. Fun Fun! It's already turning into a tan, sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got some pictures I need to post, but I'll do that a little later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17028404-115377735925557204?l=daybebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://daybebaby.blogspot.com/2006/07/sea-cav-2006.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (daybe)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17028404.post-115341524155071335</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Jul 2006 16:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-07-20T10:07:26.416-07:00</atom:updated><title>I saw an angel, of that I'm sure</title><description>So it seems I've taken an impromptu break from blogger. That wasn't planned, but in a way, I guess, necessary. I attempted to read the New Testament in a week...attempted being the key word. It took me a little longer than I wanted but I finished in a week and a half ish. I think that's good for me, considered I've picked up my Bible oh maybe 5 times in the last YEAR! May lightening strike my head, right? The funniest comment I had throughout the whole thing was from Danielle, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're reading the WHOLE New Testament? Let me know if it's good....I might try it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, of COURSE it was good! I recommend it. It gave me a chance to get familiar with the Bible again, and I picked out things that stood out to me in my speed-reading. Now I get to go back to those passages and apply them to myself. It should prove interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently in travel mode. It's all I can think about. I think that Danielle is the one to come up with the ideas and I'm the one that puts them into practice. The other day she came over, and I wanted to start actually planning our trip. While I was on the computer looking up costs of flights, accommodation, etcetera, she was on my bed, reading a gossip magazine and studying her armpits. I kid you not. She wanted to study mine too, but the last time that happened, she was convinced she had armpit cancer and compared our armpits for 45 minutes. Again, I kid you not. Anyway, I got her to focus for a few minutes and she managed to come up with a list of things we wanted to do while in NZ.&lt;br /&gt;This included, but was not limited to:&lt;br /&gt;-hike up a mountain&lt;br /&gt;-lie on the beach&lt;br /&gt;-study dayna's armpits&lt;br /&gt;-surf&lt;br /&gt;-get commemorative tattoos&lt;br /&gt;-lie on the beach&lt;br /&gt;-swim in a waterfall&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I don't think there is another person in the world that I would rather travel with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up sick yesterday, and it's worse today. I think it's making me hallucinate. I was walking along the road and I looked down for a SECOND, and when I looked up, there was an older man sitting on a bench a few feet away from me. He just suddenly appeared! My first thought was not "Hey, there's a man sitting on that bench." It was "Hey, it's an Angel!" So either the old man is REALLY fast, or Gabriel is getting up in years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17028404-115341524155071335?l=daybebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://daybebaby.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-saw-angel-of-that-im-sure.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (daybe)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17028404.post-115272274878851134</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 Jul 2006 16:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-07-12T09:45:48.950-07:00</atom:updated><title>Ebay</title><description>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3998/1482/1600/34988.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3998/1482/320/34988.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I got my digital camera, I've been longing for the underwater case that goes with it. I've searched high and low to find a good one that doesn't cost too much, with no such luck. These things go from $150 to $260.  Then yesterday when I was looking around, I happened upon the ebay site, and I found one for $40.&lt;br /&gt;I, for one, have always been turned off by the idea of buying things online because you don't really know what you are getting until you've paid for it and it's at your door.&lt;br /&gt;So what's your opinion on buying things online, through ebay, or whatever?  And do you think that it's really worth it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17028404-115272274878851134?l=daybebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://daybebaby.blogspot.com/2006/07/ebay.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (daybe)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17028404.post-115265144349283960</guid><pubDate>Tue, 11 Jul 2006 20:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-07-11T13:57:23.816-07:00</atom:updated><title>I love my brothers :)</title><description>If you haven't read the comments from my last couple posts, you should.  Lance makes me laugh so hard I pee my pants.  It's great.&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, I've been missing Lance and Chad for a while now, and I got to talk to Chad last night, and those comments made my week!  It sounds like they are having a blast, and I'm quite jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend has been amazing!   My pictures on flickr only scratch the surface because I'm cheap and haven't got the pro account yet...my birthday's coming up! *hint hint*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did some stuff that I haven't done before:&lt;br /&gt;-hiked up soames&lt;br /&gt;-ate a pop tart&lt;br /&gt;-went to the R.C. Falls&lt;br /&gt;-went to Fong's market&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also realized that there's a bunch of normal stuff that I haven't done, which induced a little bit of a panic attack.  But it's all good, I'm making a list and then doing it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erin's gone to Mexico for a couple weeks.  Today is day 2 that I've been alone in the office, and I feel alone, bored, and unhappy.  It's funny how when one person leaves it feels like you have no one at all.  It's not true, because I just had an incredible weekend with bunches of people, but Erin's one of the only friends I see during the week, and I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actual conversation I had with my mom and courtney:&lt;br /&gt;Courtney: "Dayna, when are you going to Australia?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "End of October, why?"&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "She wants to paint her room."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Courtney, I'll miss you too.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17028404-115265144349283960?l=daybebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://daybebaby.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-love-my-brothers.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (daybe)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17028404.post-115221241997335684</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Jul 2006 18:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-07-06T12:03:26.150-07:00</atom:updated><title>I don't jump on and off the Canucks bandwagon</title><description>Never have, never will.&lt;br /&gt;That said, my attitude towards the upcoming hockey season is going to be very cynical, and unless they prove me wrong, I don't think these changes are going to make us win the Stanley Cup. Who knows, but I think that there is a fine line between mixing it up, and a complete restructuring of the team dynamic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erin, you're cute.&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to add that while I'm upset about Cloutier leaving, I may be even more upset about Ruutu and Baumgartner. In no way did they deserve to be let go!!! And it's biting Nonis in the ass now because they're just getting rid of them in order to have enough money to sign Carter. Who is still asking for too much and we are now at risk of losing him as well. If that happens, we will have dumped multiple players necessary to the team, lost the only player to ever click with the Sedins, and received only one player that has the potential to play well, Luongo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, Good Job Nonis! I think you are now up there with Gary Bettman as one of my most disliked men associated with the NHL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*deep breath....relax*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am, however, very interested to see what happens next, and how this all pans out.  There is always a shot at redemption.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17028404-115221241997335684?l=daybebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://daybebaby.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-dont-jump-on-and-off-canucks.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (daybe)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17028404.post-115213843266723793</guid><pubDate>Wed, 05 Jul 2006 21:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-07-05T15:27:12.826-07:00</atom:updated><title>I think Nonis has lost it.</title><description>Seriously, this is a topic I can make time for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some casualties so far: Todd Bertuzzi, Alex Auld, Bryan Allen, Jarrko Ruutu, Ed Jovonoski, Nolan Baumgartner, Keith Carney, and the most depressing, Dan Cloutier.&lt;br /&gt;Who we've gotten: Roberto Luongo, Willie Mitchell, Lukas Krajicek...and a handful of future draft picks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that when we got Luongo, that we would be trading Cloutier...but that still didn't prepare me for the news. I'm so sad right now. I don't know when I'll recover. You all are probably shaking your heads in a 'she's got to be kidding' way, but I'm completely serious. Hockey is a very important part of me, so important that loving it, is one of the prerequisites for my future husband!  So don't mock my pain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You will be missed :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3998/1482/320/cloutfight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a class="noline" href="http://www.canucks.com/theteam/roster.asp?sectionID=23&amp;amp;id=249#career"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17028404-115213843266723793?l=daybebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://daybebaby.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-think-nonis-has-lost-it.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (daybe)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17028404.post-115199059642474589</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Jul 2006 05:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-07-04T09:35:53.323-07:00</atom:updated><title>I have to go pro...</title><description>Wow. I'm feeling so many things at the same time right now!&lt;br /&gt;What a weekend...&lt;br /&gt;-I went to Summerland and back in 2 days&lt;br /&gt;-did some power shopping&lt;br /&gt;-drank more slurpees in the past 3 days than I have in the last 2 years&lt;br /&gt;-swam&lt;br /&gt;-ran around after kids&lt;br /&gt;-bought scrapbooking stuff (it's really hard starting from scratch)&lt;br /&gt;-went to Marissa's going away party&lt;br /&gt;-ate A LOT of food there, so much that their new nickname for me is "half cow" Oh yeah...&lt;br /&gt;-sent in my application to YWAM Perth :)&lt;br /&gt;-took lots of pictures (see flickr)&lt;br /&gt;-got pretty dark (for me anyway, I won't be so dark when I compare my tan with Jon)&lt;br /&gt;-car danced&lt;br /&gt;-embarrassed my sister while car dancing to 'Kiss' by Prince as cute guys past me...I think I'm cool :)&lt;br /&gt;-was proud of Courtney for being able to tie a cherry stem with her tongue&lt;br /&gt;-bought an FM transmitter and it saved me from a long trip with no tunes :)&lt;br /&gt;-started applying to a photo contest using a picture my mom's been after me to submit SOMEWHERE!&lt;br /&gt;-and remembered why I love Disney movies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17028404-115199059642474589?l=daybebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://daybebaby.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-have-to-go-pro.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (daybe)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17028404.post-115161563079737777</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Jun 2006 21:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-06-29T14:13:50.846-07:00</atom:updated><title>Snow Patrol</title><description>Snow Patrol is coming to Vancouver, Sept. 21(8 days before my b-day). I'd go by myself...cause they're that good, and I'm that cool....but I'd rather go with someone else. So let me know soon, as tickets are selling fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave tonight :) I get to spend tomorrow spending my hard earned money, and then head up to Summerland on Saturday. I'm pretty excited, but it'll the longest I've ever driven, and I'll be in the car with my siblings. I've already told them that if they goof off the penalty is walking...so hopefully, that works out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we'll have a good time, but you can definitely pray for safety and all that good stuff :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MISS ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17028404-115161563079737777?l=daybebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://daybebaby.blogspot.com/2006/06/snow-patrol.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (daybe)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17028404.post-115152667554367603</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Jun 2006 20:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-06-28T13:31:15.606-07:00</atom:updated><title>Giddy = Me</title><description>Turns out that Tuesday was just a little bump in the road to bring me back to reality.&lt;br /&gt;Which is good, cause I like being happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My crappy day ended with a nap in the warm afternoon sun, the loss of some of my tanlines :), and a 'words can't describe how good' bowl of orange and key lime sherbert...mmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, after work, my daddy picked me up and we all went for dinner. Unfortunately, I was the subject of ridicule...hey, whatever makes others happy...it's also nice to know that Courtney is embarrassed by her dancin' maniac older sister. I caught the bug, and I couldn't stop :) One day she will get me back by getting my sweet moves on camera...I just won't tell her how to upload it to blogger :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, my boss told Erin and I that if we got a head start on one of our upcoming projects, that we could have Friday AND Monday off! How sweet is that?!?! I still won't be able to go up to Summerland...wait, I don't think I've mentioned that yet...&lt;br /&gt;*backtrack*&lt;br /&gt;Ok, Lance and Chad are going to Angella's house to help Matthew finish up some of the remodeling. As my parents were trying to figure out how to get them up there, my dad asked me if I'd be willing to take his car and drive them up on Saturday...uhhh YA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I won't be able to go up to Summerland on Friday, but that does give me an extra day in Vancouver with Danielle(?), doing some shopping and tanning! And it also means that I get Monday to hang out all day with Angella and the kids :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as you can tell, I'm pretty stoked about the next few days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17028404-115152667554367603?l=daybebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://daybebaby.blogspot.com/2006/06/giddy-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (daybe)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17028404.post-115136613721693841</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Jun 2006 23:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-06-26T16:55:37.390-07:00</atom:updated><title>I can't feel my lip :(</title><description>Can someone please tell me how it's possible to forget a dentist appointment? I'd like to think that a person who has set a date to come face to face with severe pain and torture would remember. Apparently not.&lt;br /&gt;My GREAT day started with a couple 'I just woke up, why are you talking to me?' moments, paired with the inevitable 'Gym? Are ya kidding?' thought process, which was greeted happily by 'Wow, I sure did get a sexy tan yesterday!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but it doesn't stop there! My eggs didn't cook properly, my yogurt was past the expiry date, and I couldn't find ANYTHING to wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first real bright spot in my day was sitting outside with Erin, eating our incredibly good lunch, and soaking in the hot sun. *And the tan gets sexier*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I started feeling like this could turn into an alright day, my brother calls, and he has this tone in his voice that warns me of impending doom. Ha! Right again...see, I am intuitive! I've forgotten and am now late for my dentist appointment...to get fillings. Fun.&lt;br /&gt;And now here I am, back from the dentist, having had one the the most horrifying experiences I've ever had at in a dentist's chair(that's saying a lot), and I can't feel my lip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was probably meant to be bad, considering the last couple days have been the most fun I've had in a while. Yesterday, I was lying on the sand at Katherine Lake, hanging out with some of my favourite people, starting my sexy tan, listening to good music, enjoying the nature that God provided, eating good food, overheating and sweating like never before, relaxing, and having a blast!&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I think I've found my happy place...maybe the rest of the day will go well! *knocks on wood*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17028404-115136613721693841?l=daybebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://daybebaby.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-cant-feel-my-lip.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (daybe)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17028404.post-115108837038275275</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Jun 2006 17:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-06-23T11:46:10.473-07:00</atom:updated><title>Part 2</title><description>Romans 12:2&lt;br /&gt;And be not conformed to this world: but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind, that ye may prove what is that good, and acceptable, and perfect, will of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ephesians 1:11&lt;br /&gt;In him we were also chosen, having been predestined according to the plan of him who works out everything in conformity with the purpose of his will,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Peter 1:14&lt;br /&gt;As obedient children, do not conform to the evil desires you had when you lived in ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ezekiel 11:12&lt;br /&gt;And you will know that I am the LORD, for you have not followed my decrees or kept my laws but have conformed to the standards of the nations around you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John 8:15&lt;br /&gt;You judge by human standards; I pass judgment on no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Galations 6:11 (message)&lt;br /&gt;They want an easy way to look good before others, lacking the courage to live by a faith that shares Christ's suffering and death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James 1:4&lt;br /&gt;Perseverance must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, I would like to be 'normal', to conform to the ways of the world. It seems easier...lazier. But in the long run is it really worth it? I don't think it is.&lt;br /&gt;I could live my life, floating along, being in mediocre jobs, relationships, doing the odd good thing for myself or mankind. Sure I may feel good about myself at the time, and I could have a very fulfilling life. But it would be a pin prick compared to the life that God has in store...that he predestined from the very beginning.&lt;br /&gt;With God, I would be living a life of constant growth and learning and risks. I would LOVE whatever I was doing at the moment because I would know that's where God wants me. I would have the most excellent husband and family that God had in mind, just for me...and my marriage would LAST a lifetime! And everything I did would be for the glory of God alone, and it would speak volumes!&lt;br /&gt;So this is where I am, kinda caught in the middle, knowing where I am, and where I should be. I am lacking the courage to live by faith. But I think that I am on the right track to gaining that courage.&lt;br /&gt;I'm applying to YWAM in Perth, Australia. WHOA, eh? Ya, it's daunting, but like I said &lt;a href="http://daybebaby.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-pray-that-something-picks-me-up-and.html"&gt;before&lt;/a&gt;, I feel that God wants me there, so I'm going for it. If everything works out, I'll be leaving here shortly after Baby D is born(can't miss that!) and Danielle and I will travel around NZ and Australia for a little while, then my course starts in January!&lt;br /&gt;It'll be a change, but I'm looking forward to it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17028404-115108837038275275?l=daybebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://daybebaby.blogspot.com/2006/06/part-2.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (daybe)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></item></channel></rss>