<?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-30539596</id><updated>2011-10-17T06:32:41.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kari's World</title><subtitle type='html'>See where I am and how I am doing!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>90</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-1293875892984118793</id><published>2011-07-28T13:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T13:27:49.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The closing of one door</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;In April an opportunity opened for me to become the director of a child care center. It was a dream I had waited for. Four months after the doors opened they closed. We had gone from 8 children enrolled to 2. We had posted and passed out flyers. We had talked to people at the park, walking down the street as well as friends and family. Nothing was bringing the kids in. With 2 children we just couldn't afford to keep the doors opened. We gave the parents the option to put their children in our sister center. Which is where I am now working again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So life took a turn that I was not expecting. I'm really not sure where I am going now or what I am doing. It's an exciting and scary place to be. This past week I've bawled my eyes out, had an "I don't even care, whatever attitude and been really excited for what's next. There have been overwhelming times and sit back and think times. The song &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9i3hnVSTci8&amp;feature=youtube_gdata_player"&gt;Sing Me A Love Song&lt;/a&gt; by BarlowGirl really spoke to me the other day.&amp;#160;This time has forced me to run into the arms of Jesus since my usual security blanket is in Romania (that would be my mom). I guess this is another learning to trust Jesus time. Sigh, I thought I had learned this already. :P Maybe this time it will stick.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30539596-1293875892984118793?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/1293875892984118793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=1293875892984118793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/1293875892984118793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/1293875892984118793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2011/07/closing-of-one-door.html' title='The closing of one door'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-6295246835818533020</id><published>2011-04-27T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T13:48:23.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Days</title><content type='html'>These first three days of the Daniel Fast have been rough to say the least. I haven't really struggled with the food aspect of things, but the emotional and spiritual side of the fast. It seems that everything that could have been thrown at me has been. Communication breakdowns at work and with friends, working long hours due to the break down, and things Satan has tried to whisper into my heart. I am completely exhausted and it is only Wednesday. Where I have struggled with food is usually when I feel this way I drown my sorrows in dark chocolate, peanut butter and caramel macchiatos and for some reason beans, rice and guacamole just don't have the same effect. :P So instead of junk food, I have been cranking the worship music. Singing at the top of my lungs: "My heart is free! No chains on me!" "All my fountains are in You!" "Waiting here for You/With our hands lifted high in praise/And it's You we adore/Singing Alleluia" "I am alive cause You are alive/And Jesus your presence is changing my life."&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could say that my attitude has been amazingly transformed since I started this new habit of junking out on music, but not exactly. I still want chocolate, I'm still an emotional wreck, but I also want more of Jesus. Much more. I feel this fast is going to be a time of deepening my relationship with Him. Taking it to the next level. Embracing whatever that looks like.&lt;br /&gt;I was challenged today as I read Daniel 1 and jotted down some thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Daniel 1:8 "But Daniel was determined not to defile himself by eating the food and  wine given to them by the king. He asked the chief of staff for  permission not to eat these unacceptable foods."&lt;br /&gt;Other versions say he resolved, made up his mind not to defile himself. Not only was he determined not to defile himself, but also to keep God first in his life, even though his life had dramatically changed. He was determined to follow, honor, please and serve God no what what happened in his life. So no matter what is going on in my life, communication break downs or long hours, I am determined to follow God.&lt;br /&gt;As I struggled this morning two songs played on the radio that spoke to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/rty6JEwfuPU" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/FtAjrNqEsoM" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30539596-6295246835818533020?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/6295246835818533020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=6295246835818533020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/6295246835818533020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/6295246835818533020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2011/04/three-days.html' title='Three Days'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/rty6JEwfuPU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-3618140832414792109</id><published>2011-04-17T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T13:05:37.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;"  &gt;Yesterday we celebrated with some amazing friends we have known for many years. Denis and Mary Goodwin renewed their vows and celebrated their 50th &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;"  &gt;wedding anniversary. 50 years! That is a long time. I was amazed and almost in tears as they stood up in front of over 100 of their family and friends, expressing their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;"  &gt;love for one another. They shared about their good times and the hard times that drew them closer to each other and closer to God. Their faith in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_nT9NUJIhOs/Tat-u0fRUiI/AAAAAAAAADI/0efkFlVVrg0/s1600/Denis_Mary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 179px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_nT9NUJIhOs/Tat-u0fRUiI/AAAAAAAAADI/0efkFlVVrg0/s320/Denis_Mary.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596706304766857762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;"  &gt;God is at the very core of their marriage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;"  &gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;"  &gt;Everything they do flows around their central faith. They purposed to do things together. If one of them didn't like the activity, they found a way to like it. Now, after knowing each other for 55 years, they like everything they do together. They have gone on adventures together. This couple travels so much. To Israel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;"  &gt;, a cruise in Panama, they are going on a Russian cruise, all over the US and beyond. They love people. That was evident in the amount of people that showed up and the places they had met them. From being next door neighbors to their&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;"  &gt; ski club, hiking group, Church, Crimson Bridge, and various other ministries they serve in. I have been so blessed to have grown up around these two amazing people. They have watched me grow up, have prayed over my life and spoken words of wisdom into my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;"  &gt;heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-198yP-RuYsY/TauAN1NQtwI/AAAAAAAAADo/d3XsaVInXYk/s1600/Mima_Papa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-198yP-RuYsY/TauAN1NQtwI/AAAAAAAAADo/d3XsaVInXYk/s200/Mima_Papa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596707937047328514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;"  &gt;My life is filled with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;"  &gt; inspirational marriages. Papa David and Mima Janet will have their 50th this Oc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;"  &gt;tober, Gram Carol and Grandpa Chuck w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;"  &gt;ou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;"  &gt;ld have been married 50 years last June, my parents have been married 27 ye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;"  &gt;ars and the list could go on. Among the f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;"  &gt;riends in my community and the friends we caught up with at the pa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BYy70-5M5h4/Tat_FZENEJI/AAAAAAAAADY/-hV-QvI6E2I/s1600/Gram_Papa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 138px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BYy70-5M5h4/Tat_FZENEJI/AAAAAAAAADY/-hV-QvI6E2I/s200/Gram_Papa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596706692542566546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;"  &gt;rty there are marriages that are so strong in God and they are so in l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;"  &gt;ove with each other. In this day where marriage is viewed as disposable it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;"  &gt;is refreshing to see people who live by the "To have and to hold, fro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;"  &gt;m this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:medium;"  &gt; or in health, to love and to cherish 'till death do us part" vows said at the alter. It fills my heart with joy as I look at the cloud of witnesses I have before me. It gives me hope as I patiently wait for my future man.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mg3YCYMIx6I/Tat_hzSKdzI/AAAAAAAAADg/hTtEoA84NlU/s1600/ValAndJeff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mg3YCYMIx6I/Tat_hzSKdzI/AAAAAAAAADg/hTtEoA84NlU/s320/ValAndJeff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596707180616775474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30539596-3618140832414792109?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/3618140832414792109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=3618140832414792109' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/3618140832414792109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/3618140832414792109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2011/04/forever.html' title='Forever'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_nT9NUJIhOs/Tat-u0fRUiI/AAAAAAAAADI/0efkFlVVrg0/s72-c/Denis_Mary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-1205756369180178160</id><published>2010-12-11T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T22:59:18.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dusty Memories</title><content type='html'>It's crazy how the dust gets blown off of old memories. A comment from a friend, a request, a song, a picture. Many memories lie beneath the dust in the attics of our mind.  Some are buried under so much dust they may never be found or never want to be found. Some can be brought to light with a light dusting off.  That dusting happened today. Many, many good memories were brought back into the light, but a few not so good memories. It started with a friend asking if I would bring my worship streamers to their church if I visited. I froze. My streamers? I haven't used them in years.  Do I even know where they are?&lt;br /&gt;Now don't get me wrong. I love to dance. I dance around the house to my music, I dance with the kids at work, I dance with the Wii, heck I even dance when I'm cleaning the bathroom or the kitchen. But it has been a while since I danced with and for Jesus. I used to dance all the time for Him. Every church service, every time worship music was on, at conferences or retreats and during outreaches. Dancing was a part of my worship. God felt so close when I danced.&lt;br /&gt;When did that change? Well, I can't give the exact date. It was a slow fade and there were a few triggers. People at the church I was attending then became uncomfortable with dancing and the streamers. The worship leader on several occasions asked me to come to the front while I was worshiping. Too many people were watching me worship, I felt like a distraction. I felt uncomfortable. Dancing is a way I express my love, joy and adoration to God, but it began to feel like a performance rather than true worship. So slowly dancing faded out of my corporate worship then out of my personal worship. Dust began to fall.&lt;br /&gt;Will I dust off my dancing shoes? I don't know at this point. I guess first I will have to locate my streamers and dust them off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30539596-1205756369180178160?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/1205756369180178160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=1205756369180178160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/1205756369180178160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/1205756369180178160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2010/12/dusty-memories.html' title='Dusty Memories'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-3282595355901219921</id><published>2009-11-03T22:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T19:51:00.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Journey</title><content type='html'>As I read &lt;i style=""&gt;Hind’s Feet on High Places &lt;/i&gt;by Hannah Hurnard again, I felt that I should look back over the journey I am on just as little Much Afraid did.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She had picked up 10 stones along her journey to the high places and each of them represented a lesson learned.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There have been several instances when I look back that have been instrumental in shaping my life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At the time many of them didn’t seem all that important, but looking back I see now that they were.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Through several of them I picked up physical evidences of what God did in my life, personal stones of remembrance.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I grew up in Christian home and in Church. Asked God in when I was about 3 years old.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There was a program at church called Missionettes that we were involved with.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As I moved up through the classes there were women that invested into my life, but the knowledge that I gained was mainly head knowledge.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I learned a ton of memory verses, read the Bible, and did numerous studies although most of it didn’t penetrate to my heart.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;July 1995 – I fell from a Class A motor home front captains seat while it was traveling about 25 miles per hour.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The fall resulted in a skull fracture over my right ear.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The skull fracture severed a small artery on my brain causing a blood clot to form.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Emergency surgery by an outstanding neurosurgeon followed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Removal of the blood clot and repairing the skull fracture, with two metal plates and eight screws, were accomplished.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Looking back this has showed me God’s hand in my life and serves as a reminder that God has big plans for me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is more of a screw of remembrance, rather than a stone. ;)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The whole story, which is quite lengthy, written by my mom can be read here: http://docs.google.com/Doc?docid=0AVsUZhqJXlo0ZGdqN2doZDRfMGdiZDluNnE0&amp;amp;hl=en&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;God began to work on my dreams for the future about when I was in the 6&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; grade.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My mom, older sister, and I were on our way home from a mid-week church service.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They had listened to a guy who works with teenagers that are living on the streets of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Seattle&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; and they were discussing the things he had talked about.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His ministry took teens, who were living on the streets, off the streets and gave them training in certain career fields to help them stay off the streets.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;While my mom and sister were talking in the front of our mini van, I was sitting in the back seat just listening.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At some point of the conversation, it felt like my heart leaped into my throat; their conversation faded out in my mind.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All I could think about were kids around my age living on the streets with no protection.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wanted to help them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wanted to be able to give them hope that the dreams they have, that seem squashed, can happen.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;With some help, they can be whatever they want to be. Over time the focus of who I want to work with and what I want to do changed and morphed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On June 1, 2000 my parents gave me a purity ring to be a reminder to me of the promise I had made to them and my future husband to wait for him and to trust God with my future.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One day that ring will be replaced by another to signify my lifelong commitment to my husband.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;All through growing up I had a very child like faith in God.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I went to church because my parents did.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Don’t get me wrong, I loved God and served God, but it was on the coat tails of my parents.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After I was crowned an Honor Star through Missionettes in 2000, I tried youth group and found it wasn’t a good fit for me. There wasn’t a clique that I fit into so I felt like an outsider.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I started helping in the 2 &amp;amp; 3 year olds classroom in Wednesday nights.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That was an instrumental time for me in the process of figuring out what direction I was heading.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I loved working with the younger children and watching them develop.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;During high school I turned a cold shoulder to the plans God had for my life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Reading my Bible had become a chore.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For a period of about three years I closed my heart and my ears to what God had to say.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was doing what I wanted to do.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I knew where I was going in life, but once I knew, I took control of how I would get there and who was coming with me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I entered a dating relationship against my parents and mentors better judgment and crammed life full of things to drown out the prick and the deep cry of my heart.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On the outside it looked as if I was doing all the right things.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I continued to go to church, do summer mission trips, and attend &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Green   River&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Community College&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; as a Running Start student.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Stress began to become the norm in my life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was sick in my body, mind, and soul.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Due to the stress, I didn’t feel good most of the time and wasn’t sleeping well which lead to me being tired all the time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Being tired increased the amount of caffeine I drank during the day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Stress and caffeine lead to heart palpations.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was a mess, but still was not willing to let go.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;September 14, 2006 was the first day of my &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Discipleship&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Training   School&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; with YWAM.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Three months of intense classroom learning followed by a two month outreach began a change in my heart and life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;During the three months in Port Townsend I began to slowly let go of things I was holding onto including striving to be perfect and my need to know the unknown in my life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;During the entire outreach, God was teaching me to trust Him in every aspect of my life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When I left to home for outreach, there were things I had to leave undone because of time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I didn’t know when I was moving to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Portland&lt;/st1:city&gt;, I did not get to finish filling out my application to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Evergreen&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;State&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, and when I left it was the start of a three month relationship fast.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;God was asking if I trusted Him enough to bring it all back together and take care of all the unknowns.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Everyday it was a continual process of crying out to Him and letting go of all my fears.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had to pry my fingers off of controlling the steering wheel and allow God to take over.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had been stripped of all that was my comfort blanket: my home, family, friends, and boyfriend.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;God was asking, “Do you really trust me with everything?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The last Sunday of outreach, February 25, 2007, during worship I declared that I trusted God to have control of my future and I gave Him my relationship with my boyfriend, which I ended in April because God showed me it was the best plan He had for me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I felt such a wonderful feeling of freedom after that and during our performance at the church I had so much fun dancing under the new freedom I had found.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At that moment I was able to let go of everything I was holding onto.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not only did I embrace that Jesus came to save and forgive me, but he also came that I might have a hope and a future.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wanted something to remember this lesson by.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Something I could physically look at everyday and be reminded of what God did in my life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I decided to get my nose pierced as a stone of remembrance (July 2, 2007).  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Back then I swore I was gonna marry him someday/But I realized some bigger dreams of mine &lt;/span&gt;~T.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I moved to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Portland&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; at the end of March 2007 to intern at BridgeTown Ministries and direct their BTown Kids ministry over the summer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Portland&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; was a painful, growing season for me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had just come off an intense time surrounded by people all the time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This was my first time being on my own and I was learning to juggle work, ministry, and my relationship with God, which was the point of this internship.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had started working out my own salvation on DTS and that continued all through this time plus I was dealing with a break-up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Figuring out what my relationship with God meant to me, not what it meant to my parents.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How personal of a relationship was I going to have with Him?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Was I going to continue to trust Him with my life and future?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When I moved home in October 2007, a new phase of life opened up for me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I started my Bachelor of Arts Degree at The Evergreen State College Tacoma Campus in January 2008.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I put my head down and dove right in.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My focus was on school and work, that was it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That was my life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As school was winding down this past summer, I had no idea what was next.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Shortly after my last class in July 2009 my supervisor at work is took my employee file to the State office to get my official job title changed to Director. There was training for child care directors and owners on August 6th that I took. I was quite shocked when my boss told me about the training and brought up the subject of the job change. Since the summer started, enrollment has been down at work, so I had been a little discouraged because I didn't think working full time would be a possibility, much less being put into a director's position.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will be honest and say that I am a little frustrated because things haven’t been moving as fast as I would like them to since the summer.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I still have no idea what the next few years will hold for me, but I know who is holding them and I am trusting in Him to guide me into His best plan for my life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Album: &lt;/strong&gt; My Paper Heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Artist: &lt;/strong&gt; Francesca Battistelli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At twenty years of age I'm still looking for a dream&lt;br /&gt;A war's already waged for my destiny&lt;br /&gt;But You've already won the battle&lt;br /&gt;And You've got great plans for me&lt;br /&gt;Though I can’t always see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I got a couple dents in my fender&lt;br /&gt;Got a couple rips in my jeans&lt;br /&gt;Try to fit the pieces together&lt;br /&gt;But perfection is my enemy&lt;br /&gt;On my own I'm so clumsy&lt;br /&gt;But on Your shoulders I can see&lt;br /&gt;I'm free to be me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was just a girl I thought I had it figured out&lt;br /&gt;My life would turn out right, and I'd make it here somehow&lt;br /&gt;But things don't always come that easy&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes I would doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you’re free to be you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I believe that I can do anything&lt;br /&gt;Yet other times I think I've got nothing good to bring&lt;br /&gt;But You look at my heart and You tell me&lt;br /&gt;That I've got all You seek&lt;br /&gt;And it’s easy to believe&lt;br /&gt;Even though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;object id="uvp_fop" allowfullscreen="true" height="255" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://d.yimg.com/m/up/fop/embedflv/swf/fop.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="id=v205815479&amp;amp;eID=1301797&amp;amp;lang=us&amp;amp;enableFullScreen=0&amp;amp;shareEnable=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30539596-3282595355901219921?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/3282595355901219921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=3282595355901219921' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/3282595355901219921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/3282595355901219921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-journey.html' title='My Journey'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-1059776284909786803</id><published>2009-07-30T11:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T11:38:19.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;I was sitting in the kitchen the other day and a strange thought hit me: "Being on the home side of an outreach is really an odd thing."  This is the first Summer in, oh 9 years that I haven't gone on a short term trip.  God had other plans, which are pretty cool.  But I am so used to being there in the action, a part of the doing aspect of the trip.  It is a weird feeling to be home thinking about them, praying for them, and wondering what they are up to!  And missing the amazing food! :)  I have gained a new perspective in being a part of the "Home Team."  I miss my peeps and really wish I could have gone with them!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;God's other plans:  So most of you know that I have finished my BA degree from Evergreen and work at a child care center in Tacoma.  My supervisor at work is taking my employee file to the State office to get my official job title changed to Director.  There is a training for child care directors and owners on August 6th that I am going to take part in.  I would not be able to if I had gone with the team.  At the time I was praying about going or not, I was confused and even a little angry when I didn't feel like I was to go.  I told God: "You better have something good planned because I really want to go!"  Well he did!  I was quite shocked when my boss told me about the training and brought up the subject of the job change.  Since the summer started, enrollment has been down at work, so I have been a little discouraged because I didn't think working full time would be a possibility right now, much less being put into a director's position.  But here it is staring at me in the face!  It is a little daunting and scary, but I know that it is where Abba wants me to be.  I am going to climb into this roller coaster, strap in, and trust God knows what is best!&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/30539596-1059776284909786803?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/1059776284909786803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=1059776284909786803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/1059776284909786803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/1059776284909786803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2009/07/being-home.html' title='Being Home'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-3977137001408979881</id><published>2009-06-13T21:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T21:37:51.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The time has come</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;It feels almost weird.  Graduation at the Olympia Campus was yesterday and Tacoma's was today.  It's weird, surreal almost... and a little scary, I will admit.  I have talked to quite a few people about the "I have no idea what to do now" problem I am facing, the answer was most often "wait."  I really do not like that word.  And I certainly do not like being in "The Waiting Place" as Dr. Suess put it.  Oddly enough, the advice that made the most sense came from my adviser at school.  When I presented the question: what do I do now?  He simply stated: "You live.  You do what you are doing and gain experience.  Soon enough the pieces of what you to do will come."  Now, I can live.  That is something I can do.  What is really amazing, is Dr. McCreary is not a believer.  And even more amazing is God speaks through everything and everyone and in ways we can hear Him.&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/30539596-3977137001408979881?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/3977137001408979881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=3977137001408979881' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/3977137001408979881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/3977137001408979881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2009/06/time-has-come.html' title='The time has come'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-3485777034040633970</id><published>2009-05-23T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T13:03:55.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So...</title><content type='html'>Facebook did finally let me back in. YAY! Three days after the initial site maintenance error.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks left of the quarter, so life is busy and semi-stressful.  I will get through tho. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30539596-3485777034040633970?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/3485777034040633970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=3485777034040633970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/3485777034040633970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/3485777034040633970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2009/05/so.html' title='So...'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-8115359426552403231</id><published>2009-05-17T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T16:00:18.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why isn't my face on Facebook!?</title><content type='html'>So for the last 2 days, Facebook has told me that my profile is down because of maintenance and will be back up in the next few hours.  Does few hours mean days!?  And the help they give isn't help at all.  To ask Facebook users what do you, one must be logged in, but I can't log it.  I have requested to reset my password, but no email has been sent to me.  There is NO way to contact anyone at Facebook.  Every link I have found in contacting someone leads me back to the help page.  The help page says to clear my cookies and cache if the site maintenance has been there longer than 24 hours.  Did that and still can't log in.  The Facebook app on my phone isn't even working.  It is just really frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am now taking a sabadical from Facebook.  There will be 10 bajillion notifications when I get on.  I used to have a ton of respect for the way Facebook was set up versus MySpace, but they lost a little of my respect because there is no way to get true help from them.  I guess if I want to keep up with all my friends, I have to email, text, or call them ALL individually and like I have time for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully Facebook withdrawls are not severe.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30539596-8115359426552403231?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/8115359426552403231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=8115359426552403231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/8115359426552403231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/8115359426552403231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-isnt-my-face-on-facebook.html' title='Why isn&apos;t my face on Facebook!?'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-2063013745155718007</id><published>2009-03-15T21:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T21:47:39.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Much too young to feel this dang old</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Yes, I realize I don't write things as much as *some* people think. *coughAmandacough*  Sometimes these thoughts that I could turn into a blog come, but they do not come at the most opportune times.  Same with ideas about my projects at school.  These thoughts pop in when I am driving or trying to get to sleep or when I am in the shower.  Not good times to be writing things down.  And my brain is having "senior" moments.  Not the I am over 65 senior moments, but the I will graduate in about 6 months senior moments.  My brain feels done.  Poke it with a fork, it could be overcooked at this point.  It doesn't seem to matter how much sleep I get, I am tired.  There is a lot to think about and a lot to do.  This next quarter will be a stressful one because we have a community fair that the students do research projects for, so I will be working on that.  This schooling has been good, but I am definitely ready for it to be over with.  Come on, I have been going to school since I was 5, so that makes 16 years of school!  I have a lot of book knowlegde and now I am ready for practical, hands-on learning.  Some life learning.  Which I know can be more difficult than book learning, but most times it is more beneficial.  So I have 20 credits this Spring quarter and 8 in the Summer.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I am really looking forward to my time in California this next week.  Weather that is slightly warmer and sunnier than it has been here.  I will be there with two of my best friends and will get to see a couple other friends while I am there.  There will be a lot of chilling, hanging out, walking, and laughing.  :)  It will be a good break before going back to school.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;That is all the thoughts I have for now!  I am going to go to bed cause 5:30am is going to come earlier than I want it too.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Love and blessings to you all!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class='zemanta-pixie'&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.zemanta.com/pixy.gif?x-id=d4096403-d5d3-46d9-9e10-b658cf1b0436' class='zemanta-pixie-img'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30539596-2063013745155718007?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/2063013745155718007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=2063013745155718007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/2063013745155718007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/2063013745155718007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2009/03/much-too-young-to-feel-this-dang-old.html' title='Much too young to feel this dang old'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-189647728725003188</id><published>2009-01-26T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T21:45:35.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the weekend for goodness sakes!</title><content type='html'>So Saturday, the dumbest thing happened.  I woke up with a song stuck in my head.  Yes a song.  Not just any song... "Waltzing Matilda"  Ugh!  It is the weekend!!!  I don't want a little kid song stuck in my head!  Oh, it gets better.  Not only was Matilda stuck, so was "I'm a big kid now."  Holy cow!  I can't get away from it.  And it's not like they are the cool songs either.  No, they are the ones at the end of the CD.  Psh... LAME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The part that was stuck:&lt;br /&gt;Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda&lt;br /&gt;You'll come a-Waltzing Matilda with me&lt;br /&gt;And he sang as he stowed that jumbuck in his tucker-bag&lt;br /&gt;You'll come a-Waltzing Matilda with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 6, 120);font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I can count to 52&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;       Learn my ABC's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;       Mom will show me how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;       I can even tie my shoe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;       Hey just look at me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;       I'm a big kid now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(You can Google them to see the whole song if you wish.)&lt;/span&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/30539596-189647728725003188?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/189647728725003188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=189647728725003188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/189647728725003188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/189647728725003188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-weekend-for-goodness-sakes.html' title='It&apos;s the weekend for goodness sakes!'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-2159071360174265638</id><published>2009-01-20T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T23:14:13.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The downhill slide.</title><content type='html'>So I have about 2 1/2 quarters left until a new chapter of life begins.  August 28th is the official day of school ending for me.  I must say that I am ready.  Ready to not have the stress of this is due and that is due.  I can feel the Senioritis creeping in.  But I have to stay focused.  There is still a lot of work to be done between now and the end of August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, pray that I do stay focused.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30539596-2159071360174265638?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/2159071360174265638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=2159071360174265638' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/2159071360174265638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/2159071360174265638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2009/01/downhill-slide.html' title='The downhill slide.'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-5901134856759311025</id><published>2008-10-27T12:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T12:32:34.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It is week 5 :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;I am sitting in class and what he is saying is going right over my head.  :P  And then in the workshop that we are having the second half of class, I know what they are talking about.  Today feels kinda like a waste in class.  Oh wells.&lt;br/&gt;Alright! This is week five of the Fall quarter 2008 which means that I am halfway through the quarter.  Yessss! So, I have about 33 weeks left until school is over for me.  The countdown is on!  Graduation is on June 12th, but I have to finish up 8 credits in the Summer.  I am really ready to be done.  It has been hard for me to get into the routine and flow of school as well as working part time. So this quarter has been stressful in that way.  &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Well I gotta get to researching! :D&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/30539596-5901134856759311025?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/5901134856759311025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=5901134856759311025' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/5901134856759311025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/5901134856759311025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2008/10/it-is-week-5.html' title='It is week 5 :)'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-4937756961500074950</id><published>2008-09-11T21:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T21:50:39.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I did this summer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Well I am finally getting around to writing about my trip this summer.  It is hard to describe and put into words all the thoughts, feelings, emotions, sights, and sounds, but I will attempt to just for you all.  A lot of the pictures are posted, but when you take over 1500 pictures in a month it is hard to post them all.  :)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;China July 25-August 9:&lt;br/&gt;A team from the small town of Bonney Lake ventured into new territory this summer as we met up with some friends from China to teach at an English training for teachers.  We met at Middle School #2 in Huangyuan, Qinghai, China for two weeks encouraging these English teachers to speak and practice their English with us.  In the morning they had structured classes that inclueded The Building Blocks of Engish, Including Media and Literature in Teaching, and Teaching Methodology.  In the afternoons they attended a small conversation group and a Culture Class.  I was a Conversation group leader.  So pretty much I had two groups each day for an hour and 2 minutes and my "job" was to get them to speak... in English.  We had a book of activities and games that helped out a lot!  We had fun!  Obviously we couldn't say much about our beliefs, but you hoped and prayed that an opportunity would present itself in your conversations.  My first class there were 4 students and in my second I had 6, but one of the Education Department heads joined my class so I ended up with 7 people.  Their Enlish levels ranged from very low to pretty well.  In the evenings, after dinner, we had activites that they could come and experience if they wanted.  We taught them frisbee and baseball, had a sing-along, remarried Amy and Jesse in a mock wedding, watched "Amazing Grace," and had a basketball competition.  As usual the food was amazing! :)  I love Chinese food the bestest!!!  Tried some new dishes, but all in all I still love it!  I gotta learn how to make some things.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img height='127' width='194' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b360/charajoy/DSC_0052.jpg' style='max-width: 800px;'/&gt; &lt;img height='131' width='187' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b360/charajoy/DSC_0202.jpg' style='max-width: 800px;'/&gt; &lt;img height='130' width='195' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b360/charajoy/DSC_0112.jpg' style='max-width: 800px;'/&gt; &lt;img height='166' width='251' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b360/charajoy/DSC_0414.jpg' style='max-width: 800px;'/&gt; &lt;img height='244' width='368' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b360/charajoy/DSC_0919.jpg' style='max-width: 800px;'/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Bejing August 9-10:&lt;br/&gt;Mom and I spent the night in Bejing before going on to Romania cause Mom didn't want to spend the night in the airport.  Now drop a small town girl into a HUGE city and a five star hotel and she goes crazy! :)  Mom was a little embarassed.  Hehe.. First the guy who picked us up from the airport came in a shiny, black car.  We pull up to the hotel and it is like brand spanking new.  They come out and get our luggage for us, open the door, and the attendents stand up when you walk in.  They were very helpful and showed us to our room.  Wow!  Our room was soo cool!  Open and airy and sweet!  Comfy beds, flat screen tv, nice carpet... it was just sweet!  You'll have to check out the pics just to see how sweet.  So we chilled for a bit after getting to the hotel then took a walk.  We found a mall and looked for something to eat.  I wanted Western food, so we went to KFC.  We headed to the supermarket to get some water, walked around the mall for a bit, then headed back to the hotel for a rest.  This was the only time I ever saw the Olympic Games in English.  There was one channel that was showing them in English.  Mom read a bit and took a nap.  Then we headed out for a longer walk trying to find a park that we passed on the way in and we found it.  We walked around that, looked at stuff, and found the Starbucks!!!  :) We drank our first Starbucks made drink in two weeks.  Aaah.  Then we headed back to the supermarket to get some dinner and ice cream.  We ate, watched some more Olympics, then went to bed.  Got up early for breakfast of eggs, bacon, toast and fruit.  Yum!  Then it was time to head back to the airport and get back to real life.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img height='151' width='228' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b360/charajoy/DSC_0971.jpg' style='max-width: 800px;'/&gt; &lt;img height='268' width='179' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b360/charajoy/DSC_0974.jpg' style='max-width: 800px;'/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img height='164' width='249' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b360/charajoy/DSC_0996.jpg' style='max-width: 800px;'/&gt; &lt;img height='392' width='262' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b360/charajoy/DSC_1025.jpg' style='max-width: 800px;'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Romania August 10-25:&lt;br/&gt;Mom and I got there a day and a half before the other team arrived so we spent it with Andreea who is one of the interpreters that goes with us.  We walked around Bucharest, but mainly we spent time with her.  We met part of the team at the train station on the 12th and made the 5 hour ride to Sighisoara to mee the rest of the team at Project House.  The next morning we started the whole medical side of things by sorting and counting pills!  Doc unpacked his medical supplies and got organized.  To read about the trip visit http://2008romania.spaces.live.com/   The main reason I went this year was for the relationships that have already with the missionaries and interpreters.  I love working with the people and helping fill thier needs don't get me wrong.  Andreea has had a hard time this year... no her whole life pretty much has been hard.  I mainly went to see her and encourage her.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img height='477' width='636' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b360/charajoy/DSCN0372.jpg' style='max-width: 800px;'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img height='570' width='379' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b360/charajoy/DSC_0088.jpg' style='max-width: 800px;'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img height='430' width='647' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b360/charajoy/DSC_0429.jpg' style='max-width: 800px;'/&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/30539596-4937756961500074950?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/4937756961500074950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=4937756961500074950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/4937756961500074950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/4937756961500074950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-i-did-this-summer.html' title='What I did this summer...'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-3433974972675871518</id><published>2008-05-07T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T16:01:26.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The building blocks of a busy life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;" &gt; Hmm, so like, life is crazy right now.  That is the best way to describe it.  I have felt so stressed and tired lately.  Crazy I tell ya.  Mom flew out last Monday for Florida cause her Gramma isn't doing to well.  School is getting piled on as our Community Fair gets closer and I feel like I have to read a bajillion things and write a bajillion papers, so the random blogs I have rolling around in my brain aren't getting written cause papers are more important right now. :P  There is a job application and resume sitting on the table that I have been meaning to take with me since Friday and it has gotten left on the table every morning I have been to school.  I have been having a hard time focusing during our church's time of fasting, cause I am so tired and can't focus on any one thing for very long. (Google Daniel Fast to find more info)  And because of the fast, I can't give into the pms cravings that are totally hitting my right now (and salad does not take the place of sugar or chocolate!).  Every weekend has had something scheduled on it, so I really haven't really had much breathing room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said that... Crazy thought I had the other day:  It has been a year since I broke up with JP.  I had a dream, and he was in it, the other night... creeped me out actually.... and I got to thinking about the relationship and the timing of things, and yeah, one year this last weekned (if I remember right).  Before anyone asks me.... I am doing great! It was a God thing cause we just weren't right for eachother, so really, I am good. :)  That is just part of the random, crazy things that are going through my head as I think about this paper I have to write for tomorrow. :P&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say, I am soo looking forward to the end of the quarter! :)  But before that, the King side fam are meeting at the beach in a couple of weekends! yesh!  haha.. it was at a King side thing that my default pic was taken. :)  Dad's rendition of my picture.  My family is so funny. :P haha... I love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 512px; height: 340px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b360/charajoy/DSC_0505.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so beofere I keep rambling on, I will end this post.  Please don't take it as a depressing post.... it really wasn't written as that.  It should have the feel of: haha, life is crazy! Here is why mine is crazy! LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;"We all got a little junk in the trunk&lt;br /&gt;And when you're feelin' good as sunk&lt;br /&gt;Remember, everything will be just fine&lt;br /&gt;If I laugh at yours then you'll laugh at mine" (Shedaisy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30539596-3433974972675871518?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/3433974972675871518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=3433974972675871518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/3433974972675871518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/3433974972675871518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2008/05/building-blocks-of-busy-life.html' title='The building blocks of a busy life'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-7296313346584320321</id><published>2008-04-04T19:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T19:05:46.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The hunt is kind of on</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;I need to get a job, but dunno where to start.  *sigh*  My resume needs a bit of tweaking, but I am not good at selling myself or talking about myself.  Looking at child care in the Tacoma area, near my school which is at 6th and Martin Luther King Jr Way (ish).  So yeah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30539596-7296313346584320321?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/7296313346584320321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=7296313346584320321' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/7296313346584320321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/7296313346584320321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2008/04/hunt-is-kind-of-on.html' title='The hunt is kind of on'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-2873325878170993801</id><published>2008-04-03T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T20:44:16.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DUDE!</title><content type='html'>I actually posted this March 26th, but forgot to put it here. (Sorry Gramma)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;h4 class="itemTitle"&gt;HOLY CRAP!!!&lt;/h4&gt;IT'S SNOWING!!!!!!  In Washington!!  In March!!  That is pretty much insane!  My brain is having a hard time grasping this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30539596-2873325878170993801?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/2873325878170993801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=2873325878170993801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/2873325878170993801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/2873325878170993801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2008/04/dude.html' title='DUDE!'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-7248044717943612099</id><published>2008-02-29T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T23:02:10.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Beautiful Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Freedom 9&amp;quot;;"&gt;The warm sunshine.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The smell of green grass and wild flowers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The feeling of Spring.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My heart is full of joy as I run into the field laughing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Today is special.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I cam feel it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The scene around me begins to spin as I twirl around and around, still laughing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When the dizziness over takes me, I fall onto a bed of wild flowers out of breath but happy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The sun is shining just for me today.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As I catch my breath, I come to my knees and begin to pick a few colorful flowers from beside me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They seem to reflect the joyous feeling that is in my heart.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There is a stirring at the edge of the field.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As I look up, my heart leaps.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There stands my Lover, the one who has cause my heart so much joy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How long he has been there, I do not know.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His smile is as big and bright as the sunshine.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I jump up to run and greet him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;With eyes shining he laughs as he runs along the outskirts of the field.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We begin in a game of chase.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sometimes I am chasing but then we switch and I become the chased.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Eventually he catches me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His strong arms wrap around me, swinging me around in the air.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We sit in the grass watching the clouds float by.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He takes my small, soft hand in his strong, scarred one and we walk away from the field with the sun setting behind us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Neither one of us saying anything because we don’t need to.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Because I am my Lover’s and He is mine.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/30539596-7248044717943612099?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/7248044717943612099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=7248044717943612099' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/7248044717943612099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/7248044717943612099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2008/02/beautiful-day.html' title='A Beautiful Day'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-3591632874243618955</id><published>2008-02-18T16:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T16:38:55.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Warrior Princess...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;... hear me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caution: This is a ventilation post.  Please do not be alarmed by the content or thoughts expressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know how to start this out.  I am so sick and tired of feeling sick and tired.  It doesn't seem to matter how much or how little sleep I get, I am still tired.  I don't want the doctor to give me a pill or whatever.  I hate waking up and feeling crappy all the time.  There is nothing wrong with me.  The doctor already checked me out.  I just feel bad when I get up.  Tis morning sickness without the pregnancy, cause there is no way that could happen.  I am in survival mode is what it feels like.  Just do what you have to do to survive.  Read this for school, write that, go here, go there.  I am tired of working hard for stuff!  I guess I am most tired of being emotional.  Up and down, up and down.  I want to be even keeled. &lt;br /&gt;There are so many thoughts and feelings racing around.  People tell me what a good thing I am doing, going to school and heading towards my goals at a young age.  It doesn't always feel good.  I don't like school.  I don't.  I am enjoying somethings about the school I am going to, but there are somethings that I just don't get.  And that bugs me!  I know that not everyone understands and gets everything they are ever taught in their life, but that doesn't help.  I want to help people!  I want to be out there playing and teaching children. &lt;br /&gt;Then there are things I am dealing with internally.  The battlefield they call the mind.  Always going, always thinking.  Yes the Bible says to take every thought captive, but how? There are so many! Thinking about the what if this happens, the I want this, the how would it look if... all day, every day constantly going.&lt;br /&gt;And there is the I'm single and it sucks.  Now I know that it isn't the right time for a relationship, but I want it so bad.&lt;br /&gt;There is the friends thing.  I don't have that one person that I am super close to.  I have friends that care about me and that I hang out with every once in a while.  But we run in different circles now.&lt;br /&gt;Church... I love my church! The closeness and the family.  They are my second family.  But there are like three of us who are singles.  Me and two guys.  I really like my sisters church.  There are lots of young people who are on fire for God!  There are college groups and people my age that I can connect with.  But I would have to build those relationships and that takes time and energy.&lt;br /&gt;I am just having an emotional time right now.  I think a lot of this is spiritual and I am not feeling very strong right now.  But I know in my heart of hearts that my God is big enough to handle it.  He says to stand firm and He will fight for me.  So I am just going to keep plugging along.  Waking up everyday saying, "Today is Your day, Abba.  I trust You to take care of me and the people around me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30539596-3591632874243618955?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/3591632874243618955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=3591632874243618955' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/3591632874243618955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/3591632874243618955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-am-warrior-princess.html' title='I am Warrior Princess...'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-4642441831946117551</id><published>2008-02-12T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T18:07:18.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My musings about V-day</title><content type='html'>This time of year is always kind of depressing for me as a single female.  Even when I had a bf it was a down day.  I don't know what it is about V-day, it just depresses me.  Maybe it is because I have never known the clique phrase "true love" from a guy.  My parents love me, my siblings love me, my friends love me but that is different then having the love of a husband.  On Sunday, I heard two songs that shed a new light on my V-day blues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amazing Grace (My Chains are Gone) by Chris Tomlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing grace&lt;br /&gt;How sweet the sound&lt;br /&gt;That saved a wretch like me&lt;br /&gt;I once was lost, but now I'm found&lt;br /&gt;Was blind, but now I see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear&lt;br /&gt;And grace my fears relieved&lt;br /&gt;How precious did that grace appear&lt;br /&gt;The hour I first believed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My chains are gone&lt;br /&gt;I've been set free&lt;br /&gt;My God, my Savior has ransomed me&lt;br /&gt;And like a flood His mercy reigns&lt;br /&gt;Unending love, Amazing grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord has promised good to me&lt;br /&gt;His word my hope secures&lt;br /&gt;He will my shield and portion be&lt;br /&gt;As long as life endures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My chains are gone&lt;br /&gt;I've been set free&lt;br /&gt;My God, my Savior has ransomed me&lt;br /&gt;And like a flood His mercy reigns&lt;br /&gt;Unending love, Amazing grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My chains are gone&lt;br /&gt;I've been set free&lt;br /&gt;My God, my Savior has ransomed me&lt;br /&gt;And like a flood His mercy reigns&lt;br /&gt;Unending love, Amazing grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The earth shall soon dissolve like snow&lt;br /&gt;The sun forbear to shine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But God, Who called me here below&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Will be forever mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Will be forever mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You are forever mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The More I Seek You by Kari Jobe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I seek you,&lt;br /&gt;the more I find you&lt;br /&gt;The more I find you, the more I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna sit at your feet&lt;br /&gt;Drink from the cup in your hand.&lt;br /&gt;Lay back against you and breathe, hear your heart beat&lt;br /&gt;This love is so deep, it's more than I can stand.&lt;br /&gt;I melt in your peace, it's overwhelming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phrase that started this whole thought process on V-day was "You are forever mine." That hit me! Not like a train crashing, but like running into a big hug from someone who loves you.  It was so amazing!  I felt the love of Jesus washing over me.  I don't know the words to describe the feeling. It was better than anything I have ever felt before.  He loves me so much!!  That phrase can go both ways... Us telling God "You are forever mine" and God telling us "You are forever mine." Either way, it's amazing!  Then the very next song we sang was "The More I Seek You." That overwhelming feeling of wanting to sit at His feet, lean against Him, and feel His heartbeat.  And that His love for me is deeper then any guy could ever love me. As I thought about this during the rest of worship and during the announcements a couple of verses from Song of Songs came to mind: (I am putting them here out of The Message)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:7 - You're beautiful from head to toe, my dear love, beautiful beyond compare, absolutely flawless.&lt;br /&gt;4:9 - You've captured my heart, dear friend. You looked at me, and I fell in love. One look my way and I was hopelessly in love!&lt;br /&gt;6:3 - I am my lover's and my lover is mine.  (A better known version is: I am my beloveds and my beloved is mine.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you think about how God is the Lover of you soul and this is what he thinks of me! Wow! I am speechless and amazed! My V-day blues are no more! I know who my Valentine is this year!  Is He yours?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30539596-4642441831946117551?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/4642441831946117551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=4642441831946117551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/4642441831946117551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/4642441831946117551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-musings-about-v-day.html' title='My musings about V-day'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-9174560622874932497</id><published>2008-02-09T00:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T21:12:38.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Explained</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span id="role_document" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;div class="EC_normalweb6"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;On the first day, God created the    dog and said: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;   &lt;div class="EC_normalweb6"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div class="EC_normalweb6"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;'Sit all day by    the door of your house and bark at anyone who comes in or walks past. For    this, I will give you a life span of twenty years.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dog said:    'That's a long time to be barking. How about only ten years and I'll give you    back the other ten?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So God agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day, God    created the monkey and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Entertain people, do tricks, and make    them laugh. For this, I'll give you a twenty-year life span.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The    monkey said: 'Monkey tricks for twenty years? That's a pretty long time to    perform. How about I give you back ten like the Dog did?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And God    agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the third day, God created the cow and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You    must go into the field with the farmer all day long and suffer under the sun,    have calves and give milk to support the farmer's family. For this, I will    give you a life span of sixty years.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cow said: 'That's kind of a    tough life you want me to live for sixty years. How about twenty and I'll give    back the other forty?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And God agreed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fourth    day, God created man and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Eat, sleep, play, marry and enjoy your    life. For this, I'll give you twenty years.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But man said: 'Only    twenty years? Could you possibly give me my twenty, the forty the cow gave    back, the ten the monkey gave back, and the ten&lt;br /&gt;the dog gave back; that    makes eighty, okay?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Okay,' said God, 'You asked for it.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So    that is why for our first twenty years we eat, sleep, play and enjoy    ourselves. For the next forty years we slave in the sun to support our family.    For the next ten years we do monkey tricks to entertain the grandchildren. And    for the last ten years we sit on the front porch and bark at everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has now been explained to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/aranel_vilwaren/7477e172705550/photo.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/aranel_vilwaren/7477e172705550/photo.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/aranel_vilwaren/7477e172705550/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="Calvin01" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px; width: 300px;" src="http://x74.xanga.com/77ec0a6b18731172705550/m131215448.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30539596-9174560622874932497?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/9174560622874932497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=9174560622874932497' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/9174560622874932497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/9174560622874932497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2008/02/life-explained.html' title='Life Explained'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-5534443389051334399</id><published>2008-01-31T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T14:54:30.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Adventures of Little Bear</title><content type='html'>I posted this on MySpace, but forgot to post it here.  Sorry!!  &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/bummed.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there is an AT&amp;amp;T commercial where a little girl puts her monkey into dad's briefcase and he finds it and takes picutures of the monkey at various locations on his business trip (with the at&amp;amp;t bars in the background of course).  Well coming from the lovely and weird family that I do... Mom went to Arizona with Dad couple of weeks ago and she sent me these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b360/charajoy/01littlebear.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently these line the streets and buildings are built arond them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b360/charajoy/02littlebear.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texas Roadhouse Grill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b360/charajoy/03littlebear.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute barista &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/blush.gif" /&gt; (Mom didn't tell him the pic was for her 20 year-old daughter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b360/charajoy/04littlebear.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHIPOTLE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b360/charajoy/05littlebear.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saguaro cacti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b360/charajoy/06littlebear.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way to Radiator Springs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b360/charajoy/07littlebear.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even our bears love coffee!!  (There were Mesa Police inside and Mom almost got a pic with a couple of them. :P She said they were cute.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b360/charajoy/08littlebear.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow... that's Grand! (Canyon that is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b360/charajoy/09littlebear.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell everybody I'm on my way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another Calvin comic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://weblog.xanga.com/aranel_vilwaren"&gt;&lt;img title="" style="border: 4px dotted rgb(255, 0, 0); width: 672px; height: 238px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b360/charajoy/Calvin04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been building character for days now!!  When can I stop and turn up the heat!?!? (I thought you would like this one Gram!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30539596-5534443389051334399?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/5534443389051334399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=5534443389051334399' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/5534443389051334399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/5534443389051334399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2008/01/adventures-of-little-bear.html' title='The Adventures of Little Bear'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-3455138307564681320</id><published>2008-01-07T16:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T16:13:34.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm nervous....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;So yeah, haven't updated this in a while... sorry!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; So I start school on Tuesday and I am really super nervous about it. It is a new place, new people, and a new atmosphere... and on top of that I don't know anyone there! At all! Oh and it is a liberal school, so I am definitely going to be stretched in many ways. I am nervous and scared and... I dunno. I want to go, but I don't. School isn't my strong area. But I need to get this degree if I am going to go where I want to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all this to say... if you think about it could you say a quick prayer for me, please? That God would give me peace and that I can meet at least one like-minded person while I am there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all, I guess.  Thanks a bunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="snap_nopreview"&gt;&lt;!--type:1--&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="1%"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/Amazon/Click.aspx?asin=B000UZ4EH0&amp;amp;user=3219420" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/01ZgA%2B2xumL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="99%"&gt;Currently Listening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/Amazon/Click.aspx?asin=B000UZ4EH0&amp;amp;user=3219420" target="_blank"&gt;The Flame in All of Us&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Thousand Foot Krutch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--TrackBegin--&gt;&lt;!--TrackEnd--&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/Amazon/Click.aspx?asin=B000UZ4EH0&amp;amp;user=3219420&amp;amp;related=1" target="_blank"&gt;see related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30539596-3455138307564681320?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/3455138307564681320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=3455138307564681320' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/3455138307564681320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/3455138307564681320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-nervous.html' title='I&apos;m nervous....'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-3885347687161356875</id><published>2007-11-22T14:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T14:24:13.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is T-day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;span&gt;HAPPY THANKSGIVING TO ALL OF YOU!!!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I would have to say&lt;br /&gt;that I am MOST thankful for my family, especially my parents.  They&lt;br /&gt;have supported me and prayed for me as I have traveled the world&lt;br /&gt;seeking out my dreams.  They continue to support me as I embark on new&lt;br /&gt;adventures.  Thank you and I love you!!!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.xanga.com/private/yourhome.aspx?user=aranel_vilwaren' target='_blank'&gt;&lt;img src='http://www.kitchengifts.com/Merchant2/graphics/00000001/animated_turkey.gif' style='border: 5px dashed rgb(255, 128, 0);' title=''/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30539596-3885347687161356875?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/3885347687161356875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=3885347687161356875' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/3885347687161356875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/3885347687161356875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2007/11/today-is-t-day.html' title='Today is T-day!!'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-7136077582042999794</id><published>2007-11-18T22:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T22:46:37.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New boyfriend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;span&gt;I don't know is name tho.  :P  I met him at the Huskies game that&lt;br /&gt;I went to yesterday.  He is part of the Alumni Band and plays the snare&lt;br /&gt;drum.  He told me I had a nice smile and that I was cute.  And whenever&lt;br /&gt;the Huskies score the Alumni Band go out on the track and do push-up to&lt;br /&gt;the number of points they have.  And one of the times they went out&lt;br /&gt;there he said, "I am going to do an extra one for you, Baby!"  It was&lt;br /&gt;great!!!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So I was at the Huskies game working Security to help&lt;br /&gt;raise money for this year's DTS at the same YWAM base I did mine at. &lt;br /&gt;So I was at the South Gate taking tickets for a while then they moved&lt;br /&gt;me to the field.  I was standing at a gate that lead onto the field&lt;br /&gt;facing the crowd to make sure no one that wasn't supposed to go the&lt;br /&gt;field got on.  (hopefully that sentence made sense)  So for the most&lt;br /&gt;part I stood at one gate by the Alumni Band.  Luckily it was almost&lt;br /&gt;dead center of the field so I could see a scoreboard.  I could see what&lt;br /&gt;down it was, what yard they were on, how many they had to go to get a&lt;br /&gt;1st down, and that kind of stuff.  It was really fun watching the fans&lt;br /&gt;watch the game!  They were great!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.xanga.com/aranel_vilwaren/9c8da158302421/photo.html' target='_blank'&gt;&lt;img width='304' src='http://x9c.xanga.com/8da8263a11308158302421/z118842062.jpg' style='border-style: none; border-width: 0px;' title='husky bbal'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br/&gt;This is where we were orientated... All the purple made me really happy!!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.xanga.com/aranel_vilwaren/6416d158302422/photo.html' target='_blank'&gt;&lt;img width='304' src='http://x64.xanga.com/16d82a0211308158302422/z118842063.jpg' style='border-style: none; border-width: 0px;' title='husky stadium'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;This&lt;br /&gt;was after the game and the band got to play.  We had to stay until they&lt;br /&gt;were done.  But our supervisor let us stand on the field in the Husky&lt;br /&gt;end-zone.  So not only was I in the stadium, I got to stand on the&lt;br /&gt;field!!  I was really happy!!!!  :)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Well that is about it!  Oh yeah, I should prolly mention that my "boyfriend" is 91. &lt;img width='15' height='15' src='http://www.xanga.com/Images/silly.gif'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;span class='snap_nopreview'&gt;&lt;table width='1021' height='88' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='4' border='0'&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width='1%' valign='top'&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' href='http://www.xanga.com/Amazon/Click.aspx?asin=B000R7I3LO&amp;amp;user=3219420'&gt;&lt;img border='0' src='http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/11gPI0X5m7L.jpg'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width='99%' valign='top'&gt;Currently Listening&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' href='http://www.xanga.com/Amazon/Click.aspx?asin=B000R7I3LO&amp;amp;user=3219420'&gt;Better Questions&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;By Todd Agnew&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' href='http://www.xanga.com/Amazon/Click.aspx?asin=B000R7I3LO&amp;amp;user=3219420&amp;amp;related=1'&gt;see related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Man, I have been really bad about updating this site.  I have friends who are on other blogs and this one seems to get pushed out of the way.  But I will remain faithful, especially for you Grams!!! :)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30539596-7136077582042999794?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/7136077582042999794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=7136077582042999794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/7136077582042999794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/7136077582042999794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2007/11/new-boyfriend.html' title='New boyfriend!'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-509986331968279706</id><published>2007-11-13T19:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T19:19:44.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yep!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;span&gt;I am helping AmyJesse paint their house.  It is fun!!  They have a really cute house.  So yeah... fun fun!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Umm... I got one more box cleaned out of my room.  Yay!!!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Well...&lt;br /&gt;there really isn't much else going on.  I am going to church with&lt;br /&gt;AmyJesse tomorrow.  So we will see how that goes.  I would like to get&lt;br /&gt;involved in a young adult group cause I don't have much interaction&lt;br /&gt;when people my age.  Anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30539596-509986331968279706?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/509986331968279706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=509986331968279706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/509986331968279706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/509986331968279706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2007/11/yep.html' title='yep!'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-119941051873438040</id><published>2007-11-03T20:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T20:00:32.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>boring!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;span&gt;So I am updating for the sake of updating.  Not much is happening&lt;br /&gt;in my corner of the world.  Hanging out with the fam... wasting time...&lt;br /&gt;the usual "I don't have a life" things. :P  So yeah.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; This is a pic I took in Portland.  My bus stop in front of the ST. Johns Bridge.  I would take the 16 to work.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.xanga.com/aranel_vilwaren/d8fc8155679003/photo.html' target='_blank'&gt;&lt;img height='400' src='http://xd8.xanga.com/fc8c337609732155679003/z116574759.jpg' style='border-style: none; border-width: 0px;' title='DSCN2461'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30539596-119941051873438040?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/119941051873438040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=119941051873438040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/119941051873438040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/119941051873438040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2007/11/boring.html' title='boring!!'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-385505127235741517</id><published>2007-10-31T14:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T14:17:00.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'> Fishy, fishy, fishy... why are you sleeping!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p class='blogSubject'&gt;Current mood: &lt;img align='absmiddle' src='http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/moods/iBrads/indescribable.gif'/&gt; indescribable&lt;br /&gt;														&lt;br /&gt;														&lt;br /&gt;															&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a target='_new' href='http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.viewCategory&amp;amp;FriendID=28687570&amp;amp;BlogCategoryID=19'&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;														&lt;br /&gt;														&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;														&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;														So&lt;br /&gt;we went fishing this weekend and my whole goal was to catch a big&lt;br /&gt;fish!!!  Well we talked to people and fished and fished, but there were&lt;br /&gt;like no fish! No one was catching anything.  I was getting very&lt;br /&gt;disappointed.  Dad said we would try a place that might have some fish&lt;br /&gt;cause it was farther up the river where no one really goes.  So we went&lt;br /&gt;up there in the afternoon and fished a couple of holes.  I had a few&lt;br /&gt;bites, but nothing very big.  We found a hole that dad was sure there&lt;br /&gt;were fish.. and BAM!!!  I got a fish and started fighting it.  Dad told&lt;br /&gt;me how to do it, so i was reeling and would swim away, then i would&lt;br /&gt;reel it back, trying to tire it  out.  Dad was trying to get close so&lt;br /&gt;he could grab it.  The fish started to get tired then it did the death&lt;br /&gt;roll, where it rolls over really fast and all of a sudden my hook came&lt;br /&gt;out of the fish's mouth and it swam away!!!! :(  It was really sad!! &lt;br /&gt;So dad tried again in that same hole and a couple of casts later he got&lt;br /&gt;another one!!!!  So he hands me the pole and I start fighting this&lt;br /&gt;one.  (By this time my arm is like aching!!  They fight hard!) So I am&lt;br /&gt;like praying really hard and talking to the fish. :P "Don't you dare&lt;br /&gt;come off my hook!!"  I was fighting it... it would take a run (meaning&lt;br /&gt;it would swim out farther away from me) then i would pull back the&lt;br /&gt;fishing rod and reel in, it would take another run and i would pull&lt;br /&gt;back the rod and reel in and say "Come back... my arm hurts!"  Dad had&lt;br /&gt;me get onto the bank  and keep on reeling it in.  He was finally able&lt;br /&gt;to get a hold of it and bring in on shore!!!!!!!  I CAUGHT A&lt;br /&gt;STEELHEAD!!!!!!  WOOP WOOP!!!  It was AWEsome!!!  There aren't that&lt;br /&gt;many women who catch steelhead, so I have become one of them!!! &lt;br /&gt;Yesssssss!!!!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Here is my fish:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b360/charajoy/IMGP1436.jpg'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;That was my first one... I caught it really good!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b360/charajoy/IMGP1437.jpg'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Fighting the one that got away&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b360/charajoy/IMGP1441.jpg'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Me and my Daddy!!!  :) He was pretty happy too!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b360/charajoy/IMGP1444.jpg'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The trophy... 28 inches about 8 pounds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30539596-385505127235741517?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/385505127235741517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=385505127235741517' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/385505127235741517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/385505127235741517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2007/10/fishy-fishy-fishy-why-are-you-sleeping.html' title=' Fishy, fishy, fishy... why are you sleeping!!!'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-4282892165537277718</id><published>2007-10-24T13:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T13:54:38.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So long, farewell...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;I am leaving for the weekend to go fishing on the Hoh river.  I will have no phone service and no internet, so I will be out of reach.  But I am going to catch a BIG fish!!  muahahaha!!!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30539596-4282892165537277718?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/4282892165537277718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=4282892165537277718' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/4282892165537277718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/4282892165537277718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-long-farewell.html' title='So long, farewell...'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-9190587793848404997</id><published>2007-10-19T16:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T16:08:51.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am THE woman!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Yeah so my exciting story for the week is....&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CHANGED THE HEAD LIGHT ON MY CAR... ALL BY MYSELF!!!!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right.... AND I got my hands all greasy and gross.  Blech...&lt;br /&gt;later Dad asked if I used gloves.  Err... forgot about that.  Anyways,&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.  I went to Napa and got the light.  btw, Dad is in DC, so he&lt;br /&gt;couldn't do it and I have been going places after dark, so it needed to&lt;br /&gt;be done.  So I pop the hood of my car and look at what needs to be&lt;br /&gt;done.  It is the left headlight.  Subaru did the brilliant thing of&lt;br /&gt;putting that headlight right in front of the battery!  Right on! &lt;br /&gt;GAR!!!!  So I called Dad and asked if he usually took the battery out&lt;br /&gt;and he told me that he just loosens it and moves it back a bit.  Easier&lt;br /&gt;said then done... hello!!  I have never done this before!!  So&lt;br /&gt;anyways... long story short.  After moving the battery, getting dirty,&lt;br /&gt;almost cussing out loud, hearing snide comments from the bro,&lt;br /&gt;forgetting to put some part back in place, it raining during this whole&lt;br /&gt;thing and not knowing what size of tool I needed to take the nut off&lt;br /&gt;the battery... I did it!!!!  Yay for me!!!!  After it was all done I&lt;br /&gt;decided that I never want to do that again.  But I conquered the&lt;br /&gt;headlight and a female stereotype all at once.  (Yes I can fix my car&lt;br /&gt;if I absolutely have to, but if I don't then I won't)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I have to get back to the fun(not) job of unpacking.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30539596-9190587793848404997?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/9190587793848404997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=9190587793848404997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/9190587793848404997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/9190587793848404997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-am-woman.html' title='I am THE woman!!'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-8908541406720252750</id><published>2007-10-17T11:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T11:36:33.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah Blah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;So I am in the process of moving all my stuff into mom and dad's house,&lt;br /&gt;which is not a small task. Well... my room is small, but my stuff...&lt;br /&gt;hehe... I got a lot of stuff. I am not sure where it is all going to&lt;br /&gt;go, but I will find some place for it. So I am busy, busy. Trying to&lt;br /&gt;keep up with the fam's schedule, unpack, organize, find scholarships,&lt;br /&gt;FAFSA, and hang out with friends I haven't seen in a while. Lots to do&lt;br /&gt;and so little time to do it in. Oh I will be looking for a job in the&lt;br /&gt;next couple of weeks too. *sigh* Life is good. :) I love being home&lt;br /&gt;with my family. (And I get home cooked meals for dinner! Yum! ;) lol!&lt;br /&gt;The WHOLE family is currently here... AmyJesse are living here while&lt;br /&gt;they find a house to buy, then there is the Mother and Father and&lt;br /&gt;little Brother. Yeah... all 6 of us are here. Tis an interesting thing.&lt;br /&gt;yup yup! I am kinda rambling now, so I will get off and shut up. :P&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;k thnx bye&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30539596-8908541406720252750?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/8908541406720252750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=8908541406720252750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/8908541406720252750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/8908541406720252750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2007/10/blah-blah.html' title='Blah Blah'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-718006388300714036</id><published>2007-10-07T19:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T19:47:33.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tribute</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;I don't know who reads this, but it doesn't matter.  I feel like writing, so that is what I am going to do.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I was just taking a break from packing and got to thinking over the past year.  A year ago on September 14th I dedicated a full year to missions.  My year long adventure started out in the quaint town of &lt;a href='http://www.cityofpt.us/'&gt;Port Townsend&lt;/a&gt; in Washington.  I was living on a &lt;a href='http://www.ywamportorchard.com/'&gt;YWAM base&lt;/a&gt; doing the entry level class called Discipleship Training School (DTS) with 8 other students and a number of staff.  We spent three months in a classroom setting and two months in Asia... (excerpt taken from YWAM DB website)&lt;br/&gt;"Come join students from around the world for three months where weekly&lt;br/&gt;speakers will mentor you in knowing God personally, hearing his voice,&lt;br/&gt;loving His Word, spiritual warfare, sharing your faith, relationships,&lt;br/&gt;and world evangelism. Learn-apply-grow--and share. That's Jesus' way.&lt;br/&gt;The final two months are spent on outreach discovering God’s heart for&lt;br/&gt;the nations and applying what you've learned."&lt;br/&gt;On March 2nd, much to the delight of my mother, I graduated from the class and was able to go home.  But through that experience God taught me a lot about myself.  Here is the testimony I wrote about what God did in me:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;b style=''&gt;&lt;span style='font-family: &amp;amp;quot;Freedom 9&amp;amp;quot;;'&gt;&lt;span style=''&gt;1)&lt;span style='font-family: &amp;amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;'&gt;   &lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=''&gt;&lt;span style='font-family: &amp;amp;quot;Freedom 9&amp;amp;quot;;'&gt;What God did in me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style='font-family: &amp;amp;quot;Freedom 9&amp;amp;quot;;'&gt;During the entire&lt;br/&gt;outreach, God was teaching me to trust Him in every aspect of my life.&lt;span style=''&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When I left to home for outreach, there were&lt;br/&gt;things I had to leave undone because of time.&lt;span style=''&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I didn’t know when I was moving to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:City&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style='font-family: &amp;amp;quot;Freedom 9&amp;amp;quot;;'&gt;Portland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;span style='font-family: &amp;amp;quot;Freedom 9&amp;amp;quot;;'&gt;, I did not get to finish filling out my&lt;br/&gt;application to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:PlaceName&gt;&lt;span style='font-family: &amp;amp;quot;Freedom 9&amp;amp;quot;;'&gt;Evergreen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;&lt;span style='font-family: &amp;amp;quot;Freedom 9&amp;amp;quot;;'&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;span style='font-family: &amp;amp;quot;Freedom 9&amp;amp;quot;;'&gt;State&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style='font-family: &amp;amp;quot;Freedom 9&amp;amp;quot;;'&gt;, and when I left it was the start of a three month relationship&lt;br/&gt;fast.&lt;span style=''&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;God was asking if I trusted Him&lt;br/&gt;enough to bring it all back together and take care of all the unknowns.&lt;span style=''&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Everyday it was a continual process of crying&lt;br/&gt;out to Him and letting go of all my fears.&lt;span style=''&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I had to pry my fingers off of controlling the steering wheel and allow&lt;br/&gt;God to take over.&lt;span style=''&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The last Sunday of&lt;br/&gt;outreach, February 25&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;, during worship I declared that I trusted&lt;br/&gt;God to have control of my future and I gave Him my relationship with JP, which&lt;br/&gt;I ended in April because God showed me it was the best plan He had for me.&lt;span style=''&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I felt such a wonderful feeling of freedom&lt;br/&gt;after that and during our performance at the church I had so much fun dancing&lt;br/&gt;under the new freedom I had found.&lt;span style=''&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It&lt;br/&gt;will still be a continual process of everyday trusting God, but I know that He&lt;br/&gt;is definitely big enough.&lt;o:p/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='MsoNormal'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family: &amp;amp;quot;Freedom 9&amp;amp;quot;;'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=''&gt;&lt;span style='font-family: &amp;amp;quot;Freedom 9&amp;amp;quot;;'&gt;&lt;span style=''&gt;2)&lt;span style='font-family: &amp;amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;'&gt;   &lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=''&gt;&lt;span style='font-family: &amp;amp;quot;Freedom 9&amp;amp;quot;;'&gt;A Highlight of the trip: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style='font-family: &amp;amp;quot;Freedom 9&amp;amp;quot;;'&gt;Anie… four feet, some&lt;br/&gt;inches, but 100% pure sweetness and joy.&lt;span style=''&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We would spend our minutes and hours together talking, sitting, doing homework,&lt;br/&gt;play fighting, or sharing in the silence.&lt;span style=''&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;She is a 20 year old that has been through so much with her family, yet&lt;br/&gt;she remains sweet and soft-hearted.&lt;span style=''&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Her&lt;br/&gt;mom and dad separated when she was younger and one of her sisters when to live&lt;br/&gt;with him and take care of him.&lt;span style=''&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After a&lt;br/&gt;little while her dad got sick and died.&lt;span style=''&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Her mom could not take care of 6 children on her own.&lt;span style=''&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anie and one of her younger sisters came to&lt;br/&gt;live at the FGA Child Care Centre.&lt;span style=''&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All&lt;br/&gt;of her siblings have come to know Jesus, but her mom is still living in&lt;br/&gt;darkness.&lt;span style=''&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am so blessed by her&lt;br/&gt;friendship and that God allowed us to meet each other.&lt;span style=''&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Being at the Centre and hanging out with the&lt;br/&gt;children was definitely the biggest highlight of outreach for me.&lt;o:p/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style='' class='MsoNormal'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family: &amp;amp;quot;Freedom 9&amp;amp;quot;; color: black;'&gt;The&lt;br/&gt;FGA Child Care Centre is a facility where there are about 120 children.&lt;span style=''&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Some are orphans and some are children whose&lt;br/&gt;families couldn’t afford school.&lt;span style=''&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The&lt;br/&gt;people at FGA take the children in, teach them the love of God, and give them&lt;br/&gt;the opportunity to get a good education and a hopeful future!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style='font-family: &amp;amp;quot;Freedom 9&amp;amp;quot;;'&gt;&lt;o:p/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='MsoNormal'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family: &amp;amp;quot;Freedom 9&amp;amp;quot;;'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=''&gt;&lt;span style='font-family: &amp;amp;quot;Freedom 9&amp;amp;quot;;'&gt;&lt;span style=''&gt;3)&lt;span style='font-family: &amp;amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;'&gt;   &lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=''&gt;&lt;span style='font-family: &amp;amp;quot;Freedom 9&amp;amp;quot;;'&gt;What God did through me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style='font-family: &amp;amp;quot;Freedom 9&amp;amp;quot;;'&gt;I have been changing&lt;br/&gt;lives, history and making war in the heavenly realm from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:City&gt;&lt;span style='font-family: &amp;amp;quot;Freedom 9&amp;amp;quot;;'&gt;Mianyang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;span style='font-family: &amp;amp;quot;Freedom 9&amp;amp;quot;;'&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style='font-family: &amp;amp;quot;Freedom 9&amp;amp;quot;;'&gt;China&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style='font-family: &amp;amp;quot;Freedom 9&amp;amp;quot;;'&gt; to Kampong Spoe, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style='font-family: &amp;amp;quot;Freedom 9&amp;amp;quot;;'&gt;Cambodia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style='font-family: &amp;amp;quot;Freedom 9&amp;amp;quot;;'&gt;.&lt;span style=''&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;DUN,&lt;br/&gt;DUN, DUN!!!&lt;span style=''&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;WOOP WOOP!!&lt;o:p/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='MsoNormal'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family: &amp;amp;quot;Freedom 9&amp;amp;quot;;'&gt;One Sunday, in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style='font-family: &amp;amp;quot;Freedom 9&amp;amp;quot;;'&gt;Cambodia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style='font-family: &amp;amp;quot;Freedom 9&amp;amp;quot;;'&gt;, we felt like God was telling us to share&lt;br/&gt;personal testimonies or words God gave us then close with “Redeemer.”&lt;span style=''&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When I was praying about what to share on,&lt;br/&gt;God told me what the topic was: Love one another.&lt;span style=''&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Which is something that God was continually&lt;br/&gt;telling the team over and over.&lt;span style=''&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Every&lt;br/&gt;place we went, someone had a message that said, “They will know Jesus by how&lt;br/&gt;you love one another.”&lt;span style=''&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So it was a&lt;br/&gt;familiar topic to us, but to me it was kinda getting old.&lt;span style=''&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But God gave me a few verses (9 passages to&lt;br/&gt;be exact) and things to say,&lt;span style=''&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was&lt;br/&gt;really nervous about speaking in front of the children and staff at the Centre,&lt;br/&gt;but God came through and gave me the words to say.&lt;span style=''&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The leader, Solvan, was really agreeing with&lt;br/&gt;what I had to say.&lt;span style=''&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Some, or most, of the&lt;br/&gt;children don’t treat each other very nice.&lt;span style=''&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;They call each other names and hit each other.&lt;span style=''&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So even though it was a topic we as a team&lt;br/&gt;had heard over and over, I was able (with God’s wonderful help) to bring it to&lt;br/&gt;the people He wanted to hear it.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class='MsoNormal'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family: &amp;amp;quot;Freedom 9&amp;amp;quot;;'&gt;&lt;img src='http://www.ywamportorchard.com/images/dts/dts02.jpg'/&gt;&lt;img width='252' height='189' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b360/charajoy/DSCN2095.jpg'/&gt;&lt;img width='250' height='189' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b360/charajoy/DSCN1783.jpg'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Four of the girlies                                                      My friend Anie                                       Starbucks in Chengdu, China   &lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class='MsoNormal'&gt;So with that adventure closing, a new one was beginning.  I spend the month of March at home readjusting the life in the States, reflecting on the trip, and unpacking only to pack again.  In April I moved down to Portland, OR to start a 6 month internship at &lt;a href='http://www.bridgetownministries.com/'&gt;BridgeTown Ministries&lt;/a&gt;.  I was immersed in inner city work and it was awesome!!  For three months I was the leader of their outreach to children called BTown Kids.  We took a big truck to a local apartment complex and hung out with the kids.  We fed them lunch, played with them, painted faces, played messy games, sang songs, and gave short object lessons.  It was a complete BLAST!!  I was so excited when Saturday would come, even tho I didn't get to sleep in as late as I would like.  It was awesome!  God really touched the hearts and lives of the kids as well as the volunteers who came and helped out.  My experience here was different then anything I had done before.  I had to be an adult.  I had responsibilities of keeping a house, paying bills on time, making sure the part that I did in BTown was done, be up and at work when it was time, and manage my time appropriately.  A difficulty I ran into was I lived by myself for the better part of five months.  I have always lived around people whether it was my family or people on DTS.  Jesus truly had to be my best friend or else there was no one that was there.  It was difficult and I failed at times, I will admit.  I watched too much tv and wasted the time I should have been cleaning the house or spending time with Jesus.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class='MsoNormal'&gt;I have pics of Portland, but they are on my camera and my chord is packed somewhere.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class='MsoNormal'&gt;So now I am sitting at home in Bonney Lake.  I have moved most of my stuff to here and mom and I will get the rest next weekend.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style='font-family: &amp;amp;quot;Freedom 9&amp;amp;quot;;'&gt;&lt;o:p/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30539596-718006388300714036?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/718006388300714036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=718006388300714036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/718006388300714036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/718006388300714036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2007/10/tribute.html' title='A Tribute'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-3047785150659503155</id><published>2007-09-25T21:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T21:01:32.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, the power of surprise!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p&gt;Written at 11:13 am, yesterday.&lt;br/&gt;So my dad's birthday was this weekend... and I went up to&lt;br /&gt;bonney lake on saturday to surprise him.  It was great!!  I also got to&lt;br /&gt;hang out with my sister, bro-in-law, and friend Keeshia who came up for&lt;br /&gt;the weekend from Cali.  It was great!  I am oober excited about moving&lt;br /&gt;home.  I have two weeks left in Portland, then off to washington to&lt;br /&gt;start over.  New job, new school, new friends.  I am pretty excited. &lt;br /&gt;My sisters church has this great young adult group that I am going to&lt;br /&gt;get involved with.  I really don't have many friends in the bonney lake&lt;br /&gt;area, so it is going to be a great opportunity to meet new people my&lt;br /&gt;age that are in the same phase of life.  Pretty cool.  But I also get&lt;br /&gt;to hang out with old friends.  Mel and my CB family.  Whoa.. I had the&lt;br /&gt;weirdest dream the other night about CB.. We were madly trying to get&lt;br /&gt;ready for OR and I was trying to burn a program cd for Mel (yep dear&lt;br /&gt;you were there :) and it wasn't going very well.  We all gathered in a&lt;br /&gt;group and Rick was pissed.  I have never seen him like that before.  In&lt;br /&gt;the dream I was like dude, he is mad!  There were tons of other random&lt;br /&gt;things that went on, but that was the main one.  It was weird. &lt;br /&gt;Anyways..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My break is almost over, so I gotta go pee and get some tater-tot casserole before heading to YP2.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bye to the very few who read this anymore.  And thank-you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class='snap_nopreview'&gt;&lt;table width='100%' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='4' border='0'&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width='1%' valign='top'&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' href='http://www.xanga.com/Amazon/Click.aspx?asin=B000V9KE3S&amp;amp;user=3219420'&gt;&lt;img border='0' src='http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/I/11Gg2ro%2BD1L.jpg'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width='99%' valign='top'&gt;Currently Listening&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' href='http://www.xanga.com/Amazon/Click.aspx?asin=B000V9KE3S&amp;amp;user=3219420'&gt;Greatest Hits (Snys)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;By Sara Evans&lt;br/&gt;As If&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' href='http://www.xanga.com/Amazon/Click.aspx?asin=B000V9KE3S&amp;amp;user=3219420&amp;amp;related=1'&gt;see related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30539596-3047785150659503155?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/3047785150659503155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=3047785150659503155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/3047785150659503155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/3047785150659503155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2007/09/ah-power-of-surprise.html' title='Ah, the power of surprise!'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-9000760146897121434</id><published>2007-09-17T19:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T19:57:37.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh yeah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;overdosing on marie callendars pot pies, tillamook ice cream, m&amp;amp;ms, and csi miami  :P&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30539596-9000760146897121434?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/9000760146897121434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=9000760146897121434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/9000760146897121434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/9000760146897121434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2007/09/oh-yeah.html' title='oh yeah!'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-5809213215429317893</id><published>2007-09-12T21:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T21:38:25.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hear the sound of screeching tires</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;span&gt;that is the sound of my life.  it has come to a screeching halt. &lt;br /&gt;I have had like no work in the last two weeks.  no work means nothing&lt;br /&gt;to do.  i worked monday, but not tuesday or wednesday.  i don't know&lt;br /&gt;what to do with myself when there is nothing to do.  yesterday i wasted&lt;br /&gt;the whole day.  today i cleaned most of my house.  it's a pain cause&lt;br /&gt;then i don't get paid as much and i have bills that are going to need&lt;br /&gt;to be paid in the next couple of weeks.  arg!  &lt;br/&gt;&lt;span class='snap_nopreview'&gt;&lt;table width='100%' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='4' border='0'&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width='1%' valign='top'&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' href='http://www.xanga.com/Amazon/Click.aspx?asin=B000UAE7QI&amp;amp;user=3219420'&gt;&lt;img border='0' src='http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/I/11DUyBjmiBL.jpg'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width='99%' valign='top'&gt;Currently Watching&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' href='http://www.xanga.com/Amazon/Click.aspx?asin=B000UAE7QI&amp;amp;user=3219420'&gt;CSI Miami - The Fifth Season&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' href='http://www.xanga.com/Amazon/Click.aspx?asin=B000UAE7QI&amp;amp;user=3219420&amp;amp;related=1'&gt;see related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30539596-5809213215429317893?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/5809213215429317893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=5809213215429317893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/5809213215429317893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/5809213215429317893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2007/09/hear-sound-of-screeching-tires.html' title='hear the sound of screeching tires'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-1094600316924594107</id><published>2007-09-04T22:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T22:26:29.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things are looking up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;span&gt;So life is good.  Things are going pretty well.  My days are&lt;br /&gt;getting sunnier.  I am still working through some personal things, but&lt;br /&gt;all in all things are good.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I had an awesome Labor Day weekend!!  Spent it with family.  Yeah... it was awesome.  Hope you had a great one too!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Well gotta get to bed.  I might have to work in the morning... long story.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30539596-1094600316924594107?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/1094600316924594107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=1094600316924594107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/1094600316924594107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/1094600316924594107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2007/09/things-are-looking-up.html' title='Things are looking up!'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-8816774320179295694</id><published>2007-08-10T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T15:11:24.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i dunno</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h4 class="itemTitle"&gt;i dunno&lt;/h4&gt;I have this thing I wrote, but I duuno if I will post it.  It is about some things I am looking for in a man.  But I dunno. &lt;br /&gt;I've been in a funk the last couple of days and I don't know how to shake it.  I am tired and extremely moody.  Kinda depressed that I don't have friends down here to chill with or time.  Nothing to do on my days off.  I haven't really felt motivated to do anything.  I need to clean my house, but I don't really feel like it.  I started today, but now I am sitting on the couch on the computer.  Not getting too far.  I think part of it is my eating habits.  I haven't been eating well lately.  But eating healthy is more expensive.  And I need to take vitamins, but I keep forgetting.  I can't take them when I take my allergy medicine.  I have to take vitamins one hour before or two hours after the medicine.  I have been drinking more water, so that is a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;I had a blast last weekend!  I went to Port Townsend to the YWAM base for a wedding.  The people getting married were staff on my DTS, so I got to see peeps from then.  It was really cool.  I spent the whole weekend with people I absolutely love!&lt;br /&gt;I think I have come to the decision that I love living in community, with some time I can spend by myself.  Living along has been a great experience and I have learned a lot, but I get lonely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30539596-8816774320179295694?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/8816774320179295694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=8816774320179295694' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/8816774320179295694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/8816774320179295694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-dunno.html' title='i dunno'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-7061918225295276599</id><published>2007-08-07T21:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T21:05:31.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Green Lady</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;p&gt;I must say.. I now have three very good arguments as to why I drink Starbucks.  Not just coffee tho, I love thier Passion Ice Tea Lemonade!  Mmmm. yummy Summer drink.  Anyways in the last couple of weeks two things have happend that has made me appreciate the Starbucks Company more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1) I registered a gift card online and two weeks ago recieved a post card saying that because I was a valued Starbucks coustomer, they put $5 on my card.  The sad thing was I didn't have that card anymore.  So I called them and they promtly put that money on the card that I had.  It pays to be a customer sometimes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2) Today I went to get a ice tea lemonade and their water bottles were on sale for $4.99.  So in the small conversation that I had the the dude, I said something about getting a mug as well at a different store cause they were on sale.  So what does that mean for me?  He gave me my drink for FREE!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3) And my last argument... I can go ANYwhere in the world and get an Caramel Macciato and that is what I get.  If you go to a small stand, you aren't going to get a MooLatte anywhere else when you travel.  But I have been to China, Greece, and other places and been able to get a taste of home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So there you go... I will continue to drink Starbucks from now, till I decide to stop or I die.  :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30539596-7061918225295276599?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/7061918225295276599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=7061918225295276599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/7061918225295276599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/7061918225295276599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2007/08/green-lady.html' title='The Green Lady'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-8791964218550878718</id><published>2007-07-12T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T20:20:00.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The last two</title><content type='html'>I keep forgetting to update here with the recent posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table class="blogbody snap_preview" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;h4 class="itemTitle"&gt;And the word is crap&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;p&gt;My day has screamed crap from the first note of my alarm this morning.  Blech!  I am super tired, don't feel good, I currently have the hiccups and to top it off I left my phone on the bus this morning.  I am ready to just sit down and cry.  I almost did on my last break.  Holy stinking cow!  I just want to go to my house in WA, see my mom, and sleep in my bed.  But I have to do the adult thing and stay and do what I have to do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gotta go.. pray for me if you think of it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h4 class="itemTitle"&gt;GINORMOUS!!!!&lt;/h4&gt;Well I got my phone!  YAY!!!  And and.... yeah.... I am really tired, so all the things that I thought about writing about are so totally not there.  That just bugs me!!!  &lt;sigh&gt;  Well, I am going to go get Dairy Queen soon.  Amber Pamber is here, so I guess I should go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cleaned my car out yesterday.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEFORE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/aranel_vilwaren/003a8134864768/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSCN2400" style="border: 4px dashed rgb(223, 32, 32);" src="http://x00.xanga.com/3a8c0150c8434134864768/z98742235.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back seat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/aranel_vilwaren/9d032134864807/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSCN2401" style="border: 4px dashed rgb(223, 32, 32);" src="http://x9d.xanga.com/032c145748235134864807/z98742268.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Front Passenger floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/aranel_vilwaren/63880134864873/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSCN2403" style="border: 4px dashed rgb(223, 32, 32);" src="http://x63.xanga.com/880c102242d35134864873/z98742325.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back Seat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/aranel_vilwaren/4f9af134864837/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSCN2402" style="border: 4px dashed rgb(223, 32, 32);" src="http://x4f.xanga.com/9afc005039534134864837/z98742295.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Front Passenger floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE EVIDENCE:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/aranel_vilwaren/298e5134865492/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSCN2404" style="border: 4px dashed rgb(223, 32, 32);" src="http://x29.xanga.com/8e5c115a52d35134865492/z98742844.jpg" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big trash bag that is full of the crap I took out of my car.  hehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30539596-8791964218550878718?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/8791964218550878718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=8791964218550878718' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/8791964218550878718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/8791964218550878718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2007/07/last-two.html' title='The last two'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-3130390269060646515</id><published>2007-07-07T16:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T16:46:58.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Page</title><content type='html'>Oops.. I forgot to put this up when I wrote it, so this post is from Tuesday, July 3rd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am done doubting, done not trusting and done going back to how it used to be. Things are different.  God has done some work in me.  I will not go back.  I am moving forward.  I am diving in, head first, into the awesomeness of God.  I am done wavering and playing games.  Things aren't perfect, but He is.  I am making changes.&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to put my stake in the ground.  To build my altar to remember what God has done in my life.  I trust Him with all areas of my life.  He is the only one I will serve.  I am turning a page in the book.  A new chapter is beginning. I will live this phase of my life to the glory of Elohai.&lt;br /&gt;As a visual reminder, or symbol of this change, I went and got my nose pierced yesterday after work.  Yes, it did hurt, but not so bad I couldn't bear it.  So yeah, I feel like I have a booger. :P  Anyways... here is a pic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="border: 4px dashed rgb(191, 64, 191);" alt="" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b360/charajoy/mynose.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's not the greatest pic (after work, hadn't had a shower that day, just broke out, yeah), but you can see the stud.  :D  I am happy!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30539596-3130390269060646515?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/3130390269060646515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=3130390269060646515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/3130390269060646515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/3130390269060646515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2007/07/new-page.html' title='New Page'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-355772237489048854</id><published>2007-06-30T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T22:57:33.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;Holy cow!  This week is insaneness!  I am so tired from getting up early and going to bed late and working and doing BridgeTown and stuff.  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am kinda bummed cause there isn't much to write here.  Since I have been so busy there isn't much going on.  But I have say the public transit system is interesting.  I have been taking the bus and/or the MAX to work, because the parking downtown is a pain and would become very expensive.  But anyways... I see some interesting people.  hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am tired, hot, sweaty, and totally happy!  :)  I found out that I get to see my family this week.  We are going to Bend to see me grandparents for Independence Day.  *happy dance*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30539596-355772237489048854?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/355772237489048854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=355772237489048854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/355772237489048854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/355772237489048854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2007/06/wow1.html' title='Wow1'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-932276163418404332</id><published>2007-06-23T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T20:39:23.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The word for the day is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="headword"&gt;Estival!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pronunc"&gt;\ESS-tuh-vul\ • &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span class="func"&gt;adjective &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sense_marker"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; of or relating to the summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great word, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a confession to make.  I have a new addiction.  I gave up Mountain Dew, with much agony. :P  but now, I have a new drink... Wild Cherry Pepsi.  Ooooh yeah!  totally good! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I haven't spent much time here.  Started work, so I have been gone from 7ish to about 6:30.  We have a team in this week, so I have been busy with that.  And I have been so tired when I get home, I just crash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check &lt;a target="_new" href="http://www.jacksonpollock.org/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; out.  Move your mouse around the screen, then click the mouse button and see what happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30539596-932276163418404332?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/932276163418404332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=932276163418404332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/932276163418404332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/932276163418404332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2007/06/word-for-day-is.html' title='The word for the day is...'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-2071777849929812702</id><published>2007-06-14T13:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T13:03:37.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am going to have a life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;I start work next week!!  I am a mixture of excited and nervous.  But I am definitely happy to be starting.  Less time on my hands, a chance to see more of child care, and more moola in the bank.  The volunteering at the CRN is going great!  I love it there.  It has taken a bit to get into the swing of things, but I can handle it.  The kids are soo cute!!  I need to learn Spanish, I have decided.  Not sure how, but I wanna learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I am tired but I have things to do today.  I am thankful right now that my heart is what it is and that I can't drink a lot of caffeine, cause boy do I want it!!  oh yeah.  A nice cold Cherry Pepsi... BOO YA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/aranel_vilwaren/21d90128790312/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="S2010322" style="border: 4px dashed rgb(255, 64, 64);" src="http://x21.xanga.com/d90b00e157cb8128790312/z11133314.jpg" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is from Outreach 2005 in Tacoma.  hehe... hott huh? &lt;img src="http://www.xanga.com/Images/winky.gif" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30539596-2071777849929812702?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/2071777849929812702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=2071777849929812702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/2071777849929812702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/2071777849929812702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-start-work-next-week-i-am-mixture-of.html' title='I am going to have a life'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-3796969611470681360</id><published>2007-06-13T10:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T10:27:36.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi there!</title><content type='html'>Your results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are &lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;Superman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Superman&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="left" noshade="noshade" size="4" width="80"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 80%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Wonder Woman&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="left" noshade="noshade" size="4" width="73"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 73%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Green Lantern&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="left" noshade="noshade" size="4" width="65"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 65%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Spider-Man&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="left" noshade="noshade" size="4" width="65"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 65%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Robin&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="left" noshade="noshade" size="4" width="63"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 63%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Catwoman&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="left" noshade="noshade" size="4" width="60"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 60%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Supergirl&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="left" noshade="noshade" size="4" width="58"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 58%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;The Flash&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="left" noshade="noshade" size="4" width="55"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 55%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Hulk&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="left" noshade="noshade" size="4" width="50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 50%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Iron Man&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="left" noshade="noshade" size="4" width="45"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 45%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Batman&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="left" noshade="noshade" size="4" width="30"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 30%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;You are mild-mannered, good,&lt;br /&gt;strong and you love to help others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thesuperheroquiz.com/pics/superman.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thesuperheroquiz.com/" target="_new"&gt;Click here to take the Superhero Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are &lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;Mystique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Mystique&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="left" noshade="noshade" size="4" width="73"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 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36%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Green Goblin&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="left" noshade="noshade" size="4" width="29"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 29%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="250"&gt;Sometimes motherly, sometimes a beautiful companion, but most of the time a deceiving vixen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thesuperheroquiz.com/villain/pics/mystique.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thesuperheroquiz.com/villain" target="_new"&gt;Click here to take the Super Villain Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back!!!!  And I made it mostly alive!!  hehe... It was a good weekend.  A little family tension, but hey, weddings do that.  :P  So yeah, had a GREAT time!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got goldfish!!!  Yep!!  My cousin, Jessica, had then as the center pieces at her grad party and she auctioned them off to help raise money to go to Africa this year.  So I batted my baby browns at Daddy and asked of he would buy me some.  :)  Technically I have one goldfish and one silverfish.  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/aranel_vilwaren/9f15e128191161/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSCN2342" style="border: 4px dashed rgb(255, 0, 128);" src="http://x9f.xanga.com/15e8217a17d38128191161/z93130182.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/aranel_vilwaren/cc84e128191182/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSCN2345" style="border: 4px dashed rgb(255, 0, 128);" src="http://xcc.xanga.com/84ed701143730128191182/z93130198.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/aranel_vilwaren/9f15e128191161/photo.html"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gold one is Anthony cause he is random.  :P  And the Silver on is Karl after the DTS tradition.  And those are my fishies!!!!!  Aren't they cute!?!?!?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30539596-3796969611470681360?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/3796969611470681360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=3796969611470681360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/3796969611470681360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/3796969611470681360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2007/06/hi-there.html' title='Hi there!'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-6273667174480463860</id><published>2007-05-28T14:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T14:54:32.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>up and down and side to side</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I have heard it said that life is like a roller coaster and I totally agree.  One day everything is fine.  I am doing good, feeling well, happy with life.  Then another day will just be crap.  I don't want to do anything, I ask Him a lot of questions, and I wonder what in the world I am doing here.  There are up days and down days.  Side to side days.  (hehe that sounds like Dr. Suess)  I guess a butterfly has hard times getting out of their cocoon, so I have a hard time growing up.  The adult life is so different then the teen and child life.  It's craziness!  And some days I feel like I have been thrown out there... GO... Be responsible if this and this and this and this.  Can I handle this?  I guess when I get the hang of how things work I can.  I dunno.  I'm just rambling.  I think that when things start to get busy I will be better.  I don't like having nothing to do all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy and Jesse took me shopping and they bought me a really cute top for my birthday.  :)  I love it!  Now I need to find a cute pair of shoes.  They also took me to see Pirates 3&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;" class="Snap_Shot_YouTubeVideo"&gt;64xsqup&lt;/span&gt;.  I loved it!  But I'm not gonna say much more about it except stay through the credits.  There is an easter egg at the end.  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... ta ta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30539596-6273667174480463860?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/6273667174480463860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=6273667174480463860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/6273667174480463860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/6273667174480463860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2007/05/up-and-down-and-side-to-side.html' title='up and down and side to side'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-8707376487005904165</id><published>2007-05-24T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T15:13:09.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YEAH!</title><content type='html'>Well... I have some totally cool, awesome and good news!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;I GOT A JOB!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right I did!!  I had an interview this morning and they want to hire me as a part time substitute teacher.  It is at a place called Joyful Noise Child Development Center.  Their program is for children ages infant-kindergarten.  They are going to respect my BTown schedule of Thurs, Fri, Sat and they want me Mon, Tues, Wed.  Cool huh??  So PTL!!  :)  I am really happy about it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been able to get a hold of the Apartment Manager so I have NO idea when BTown Kids is going to start.  I called her Tues, Wed, and today and all three times I got the answering machine and I left a message twice.  So I really don't know what to do now.  That is a big prayer request if you think of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I can't decide &lt;a target="_new" href="http://www.bmwusa.com/vehicles/5/535xisportswagon/default"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a target="_new" href="http://www.bmwusa.com/vehicles/X5/30si/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;?  I know I am dreaming big, but hey I heard once, if you can dream it, you can do it.  Maybe that will me part of me someday.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30539596-8707376487005904165?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/8707376487005904165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=8707376487005904165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/8707376487005904165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/8707376487005904165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2007/05/yeah.html' title='YEAH!'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-4971919322487162250</id><published>2007-05-23T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T22:32:02.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little something random</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;Okay so I saw the dorkiest thing today.  I was driving on I-5 and this guy on a Crotch Rocket passed me.  I started to laugh!!  He didn't have his feet on the foot pegs so they were just kinda dangling.  He looked like he was going to push off the bike and launch himself into the Superman pose.  It was interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got my hair trimmed, or did I get it cut?  Anyways, I got about 1 1/2  inches cut off the bottom, so it is a bit shorter, but I love it!  It was getting just too long.  It is now shoulder blade length.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just cause I am a little bored...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Here are the rules:&lt;br /&gt;Put the answer to the question in Google Images,and use the FIRST image that comes up (no clicking down to page 443 to geta pic. you like).  Add some new categories if you can think of some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;The city and state you were born in, no quotation marks:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/aranel_vilwaren/ae351124368176/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="01 renton" style="border: 3px dotted rgb(255, 128, 0);" src="http://xae.xanga.com/351d9b7227035124368176/z89968049.jpg" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p dir="ltr" style="margin-right: 0px;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; The city and state you currently reside in, no quotation marks:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir="ltr" style="margin-right: 0px;" align="center"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/aranel_vilwaren/6df74124368314/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="02 PortlandHeadLight" style="border: 3px dotted rgb(255, 128, 0);" src="http://x6d.xanga.com/f74d607b24533124368314/z89968154.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir="ltr" style="margin-right: 0px;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;First name, no quotes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/aranel_vilwaren/b663c124368315/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="03 kariStcolette" style="border: 3px dotted rgb(255, 128, 0);" src="http://xb6.xanga.com/63cd647260d32124368315/z89968155.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, look!  I'm a ship!  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p dir="ltr" style="margin-right: 0px;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; Your grandmother's name:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir="ltr" style="margin-right: 0px;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/aranel_vilwaren/c8df8124368319/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="04 carol" style="border: 3px dotted rgb(255, 128, 0);" src="http://xc8.xanga.com/df8d8272c1535124368319/z89968157.jpg" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir="ltr" style="margin-right: 0px;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Your favorite food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir="ltr" style="margin-right: 0px;" align="center"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/aranel_vilwaren/7ff83124368323/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="05 Taco_Soup_019" style="border: 3px dotted rgb(255, 128, 0);" 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align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Your favorite song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir="ltr" style="margin-right: 0px;" align="center"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/aranel_vilwaren/855ff124368590/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="06 sugarlandperformcma06" style="border: 3px dotted rgb(255, 128, 0);" src="http://x85.xanga.com/5ffd9a7b29735124368590/z89968378.jpg" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p dir="ltr" style="margin-right: 0px;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Favorite ice cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir="ltr" style="margin-right: 0px;" align="center"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/aranel_vilwaren/dd505124368591/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="07 mint_chocolate_chip" style="border: 3px dotted rgb(255, 128, 0);" src="http://xdd.xanga.com/5051336137c32124368591/z55579292.jpg" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr" style="margin-right: 0px;" align="center"&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Favorite US show (current)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir="ltr" style="margin-right: 0px;" align="center"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/aranel_vilwaren/e2909124368595/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="08 csi_senses_openbox" style="border: 3px dotted rgb(255, 128, 0);" src="http://xe2.xanga.com/909d857529134124368595/z89968381.jpg" width="355" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir="ltr" style="margin-right: 0px;" 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30539596-4971919322487162250?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/4971919322487162250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=4971919322487162250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/4971919322487162250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/4971919322487162250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2007/05/little-something-random.html' title='A little something random'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-4090332019586572903</id><published>2007-05-18T14:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T14:17:26.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's go fly a kite!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt; Oh, oh, oh!&lt;br /&gt;Let's go fly a kite&lt;br /&gt;Up to the highest height!&lt;br /&gt;Let's go fly a kite and send it soaring&lt;br /&gt;Up through the atmosphere&lt;br /&gt;Up where the air is clear&lt;br /&gt;Oh, let's go fly a kite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is my I am happy/I am oober excited song.  :)  (Thought you would enjoy that Sarah)  So why am I so happy and obber excited?  Let me tell you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, I have to say that Royal Rangers totally and completely ROCK!!!  And for those of you who don't know what Royal Rangers is: &lt;span class="bodytext"&gt;              Royal Rangers is a ministry               that reaches across the United States and in over 65 nations around               the world. It motivates boys spiritually through Bible study and               memorization, devotionals, and Christian role models. Boys are               strengthened mentally by an advanced awards-based weekly program.               Further, the boys increase their physical prowess by participation               in age-specific activities and recreation. Finally, they are introduced               to church, community, and nature-related activities to develop               their social skills and awareness. (taken from http://royalrangers.ag.org/about/index.cfm)&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... On Wednesday we (BTown staff) went to Tigard Assembly to pick up some things that were donated to us.  When I got there, I found out that they weren't just donated.  A group of boys (not sure which age) raised the money and bought BTown Kids a brand new BBQ (a really super nice one), a 30gig Ipod for our music, and 5 new tables.  HOLY COW!!  I was floored!!!  My dad is a long time commander and my brother is receiving his Bronze Metal on Sunday, so I am connected to RR that way.  But man, I am just blown away by this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, I received a call from a Child Care Center that I submitted a resume to online and they want me to come in for an interview.  Yesssss... that is cool!!  So I am going in on Thursday at 10am for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, I went to the Children's Relief Nursery for their volunteer orientation today.  If you can recall I posted a while ago about them and wanted to get a position there and since I couldn't I went for the second best thing: volunteering.  I am soooo excited to start there!!  This place is amazing!  Their classrooms are state of the art, teachers really care about the children and families, there are parenting classes offered, clothes and children's things given to the families and the best part is... everything the CRN offers is FREE of charge to the families!!!  As I was walking through the facility I was thinking, "God, this is what I want to do.  This is the kind of program I want to have in Seattle."  So volunteering here I not only get experience in working with low income, at risk children and their family, I am working at a place that will give me leverage into Seattle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally... well, I can't tell you cause it would ruin a surprise that I have for a friend.  But it makes me super dooper and oober excited!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one almost downer today, but I think it is a blessing in disguise.  I talked to the Apartment manager where we will be having BTown Kids and they aren't ready for us to start this weekend, so we will prolly have to wait until next weekend to start.  BUT.... BTown Kids IS starting!!!  And that makes me happy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="bodytext"&gt;OH OH OH!!!!  One more thing:  My birthday is in two weeks!!!  woo hoo!!!!  I will be 20. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all of this combined into the last couple of days, makes me want to BURST!!  I am literally dancing around my house!  hehehehehe.... EXCITED!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sing it with me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Oh, oh, oh!&lt;br /&gt;Let's go fly a kite&lt;br /&gt;Up to the highest height!&lt;br /&gt;Let's go fly a kite and send it soaring&lt;br /&gt;Up through the atmosphere&lt;br /&gt;Up where the air is clear&lt;br /&gt;Oh, let's go fly a kite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.xanga.com/images/laughing.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.xanga.com/images/laughing.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.xanga.com/images/laughing.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.xanga.com/images/laughing.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.xanga.com/images/laughing.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.xanga.com/images/laughing.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.xanga.com/images/laughing.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.xanga.com/images/laughing.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.xanga.com/images/laughing.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.xanga.com/images/laughing.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.xanga.com/images/laughing.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.xanga.com/images/laughing.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.xanga.com/images/laughing.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.xanga.com/images/laughing.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.xanga.com/images/laughing.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.xanga.com/images/laughing.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.xanga.com/images/laughing.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.xanga.com/images/laughing.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.xanga.com/images/laughing.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.xanga.com/images/laughing.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.xanga.com/images/laughing.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.xanga.com/images/laughing.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.xanga.com/images/laughing.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.xanga.com/images/laughing.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.xanga.com/images/laughing.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.xanga.com/images/laughing.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.xanga.com/images/laughing.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.xanga.com/images/laughing.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.xanga.com/images/laughing.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.xanga.com/images/laughing.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.xanga.com/images/laughing.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.xanga.com/images/laughing.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.xanga.com/images/laughing.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.xanga.com/images/laughing.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.xanga.com/images/laughing.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.xanga.com/images/laughing.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.xanga.com/images/laughing.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.xanga.com/images/laughing.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.xanga.com/images/laughing.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.xanga.com/images/laughing.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.xanga.com/images/laughing.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.xanga.com/images/laughing.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.xanga.com/images/laughing.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:  I have made an adult decision.  Yes that is right.  Since one of my weaknesses is Starbucks and I buy coffee there too often for my budget, I am putting myself on a limitation.  One a week.  Yep on Fridays or Sundays.  That is it.  Once on either Friday or Sunday.  *big smile* I am proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="snap_nopreview"&gt;&lt;!--type:1--&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="1%"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/Amazon/Click.aspx?asin=B000HKDENI&amp;user=3219420" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/I/113D2FxfKtL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="99%"&gt;Currently Listening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/Amazon/Click.aspx?asin=B000HKDENI&amp;amp;user=3219420" target="_blank"&gt;Enjoy The Ride&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Sugarland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--TrackBegin--&gt;Settlin'&lt;!--TrackEnd--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/Amazon/Click.aspx?asin=B000HKDENI&amp;user=3219420&amp;amp;related=1" target="_blank"&gt;see related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30539596-4090332019586572903?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/4090332019586572903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=4090332019586572903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/4090332019586572903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/4090332019586572903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2007/05/lets-go-fly-kite.html' title='Let&apos;s go fly a kite!!!'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-6248573883936307061</id><published>2007-05-14T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T20:04:13.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Movie Frenzy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;So on Saturday, I saw one of the 6 movies that I want to see this summer: Spiderman 3&lt;span style="display: none;" class="Snap_Shot_YouTubeVideo"&gt;szh5ZsAcgJU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0pt; padding: 1px 0pt 0pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot;,arial,helvetica,sans-serif; float: none; position: static; left: auto; top: auto; line-height: normal; width: 14px; height: 12px; background-color: transparent; background-image: url(http://shots.snap.com/images/v2.4.1/theme/silver/en-us/palette.gif); background-position: -740px 0pt; background-repeat: no-repeat; text-decoration: none; visibility: visible; vertical-align: top; display: inline;" id="snap_com_shot_link_icon" class="snap_preview_icon" src="http://shots.snap.com/images/v2.4.1/t.gif" /&gt;.  I heard from a couple of people that it was good and from others that it was so-so.  Personally, I thought it was great.  It was a bit long yes, but worth it.  The villains were good, revenge was defeated, friends were reunited, and love was restored.  It was great!  There was only one thing missing.  Spiderman should have redeemed the kiss with MJ.  When the movie was almost over and they had defeated the two villains, I was ready.  At any moment, Spiderman was going to come in and totally redeem the love story.  But it didn't happen that way!  Gah!  Why not!?  Too predictable?  SO!  It was perfect!  Anyways, it doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other 5 movies for the summer:&lt;br /&gt;Shrek the Third 5.18.07&lt;br /&gt;Pirates of the Carribean At World's End 5.25.07&lt;br /&gt;Ocean's Thirteen 6.8.07&lt;br /&gt;Fantastic Four: Rise of the Silver Surfer 6.15.07&lt;br /&gt;The Bourne Ultimatum 8.3.07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30539596-6248573883936307061?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/6248573883936307061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=6248573883936307061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/6248573883936307061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/6248573883936307061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2007/05/summer-movie-frenzy.html' title='Summer Movie Frenzy'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-4700714291939236950</id><published>2007-05-07T15:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T15:06:24.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;So this week is pretty busy for me.  Mon, Tues, Wed, and Thurs(only morning this day) I am watching Marshall's two boys while they are at District Council.&lt;br /&gt;Thurs(evening), Fri, Sat(morning) my brother will be here and I will be supervising him while Mom is at a conference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had my interview at Starbucks this morning.  I was asked the typical interview questions, the "think if a time when ______ what did you do?" questions, and general ones about what I am doing in Portland.  I am pretty sure the interview went well.  The manager said that he likes to have a day or two to look over his notes and then he will call.  So he said he would call me Wed morning with an answer.  We will see what happens then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all for now!!  yup yup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30539596-4700714291939236950?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/4700714291939236950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=4700714291939236950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/4700714291939236950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/4700714291939236950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2007/05/whew.html' title='Whew....'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-1062094448209865172</id><published>2007-05-04T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T16:55:27.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Joke of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;TODAY IS 'STARWARS DAY'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY 4TH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(May the Fourth be with you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK You can groan now... &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30539596-1062094448209865172?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/1062094448209865172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=1062094448209865172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/1062094448209865172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/1062094448209865172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2007/05/bad-joke-of-day.html' title='Bad Joke of the Day'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-2995733315287619748</id><published>2007-05-03T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T16:45:33.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>woooo hooo!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;Okay, so I have been putting off dropping off my application to Starbucks... partly cause I needed a printer for the resume, but besides that I was putting it off.  But yesterday, I got my butt in gear and drove to the Starbucks around the corner.  I could have walked, yes, but I also dropped off some mail at the post office, went to Starbucks, then deposited some money, so I had to drive... and the wind was blowing pretty hard.  I walk in and ordered my coffee, Grande Caramel Macciato (not decaf today), and handed the gal my app.  She rang me up, then handed the app to the guy making my coffee.   He proceeds to read it and make my coffee.  He looks up at me and asks, "Are you Kari?"  "Yes I am"  "I am Mike (I'm pretty sure that is what his name was) and I am the manager here.  Is there any way you could come in for an interview on Monday?"  Thinking to self, "Monday!?  what?  you are asking me that right now?  whoa!"  But I say. "Monday... Monday would be fine." Manager: "What time of day works best for you?"  Thinking to self: "I have to watch Sam and Noah in the afternoon so..." "Morning would work best." "Here is your Caramel Macciato, let me go check my schedule......  How about 11am?"  "11 will work, I will see you then."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLY COW!!!!!!!!  Like I got an interview right then and there!!!!  SWEET!!!!  AT STARBUCKS!!  That is stinking AWEsome.  I know what some of you are thinking... Don't feed her coffee addiction.  Well I have taken the advice of a friends authority... If you can drink a swig of black coffee, watch it come out, and swallow it... and you still like it?  Then by all means, drink it.  So I am.  :)  Mind you I do Decaf most of the time, because I don't drink coffee just for the caffeine, I also like the taste and smell.  And I only drink caffeine sparingly due to heart palpitations.  So anyways.  Pray for my interview on Monday that all goes well... and that I get the job.  And if I get the job, that I get the hours that work best for my schedule at BridgeTown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30539596-2995733315287619748?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/2995733315287619748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=2995733315287619748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/2995733315287619748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/2995733315287619748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2007/05/woooo-hooo.html' title='woooo hooo!!'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-6520724393879608878</id><published>2007-04-29T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T11:55:51.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>loooong weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;So yesterday I woke up at 7AM!!!  Can you believe that I, Kari, woke up at that time on a Saturday!?!?!  hehehe... well, I did.  That was after going to bed at like 12am cause we had NightStrike.  Anyways... I left the house at 8:15ish, stopped for gas, then headed up to Washington for the day.  Yep that's right, the day.  It was Crimson Bridge this weekend and they wanted to learn "The Stomp" which is a thing we did on DTS.  So I drove up I-5 and got the NFC about 11ish.  Spent the day there teaching The Stomp, prayer walking, and hanging out with my CB family (esp &lt;a target="_new" href="http://www.xanga.com/SharkKitty"&gt;her!&lt;/a&gt;).  Then at about 6:30ish I decided that I needed to go back home, so I got in I-5 and drove back to Portland.  Sheri and a friend were watching a movie when I got home, so I watched that with them then got to bed at about 10:30ish.  Was up again about 8 this morning and went to church with Gramma Carol.  So now it is about 2:36 and I am ready for a nap.  :P  but I can't cause I gotta clean up my room, do dishes, hang my curtains, and run to Fred Myer to get some stuff for my printer.  This weekend has been busy to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles got some HOTT boots!!!  Check these out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/aranel_vilwaren/1aad6120139218/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSCN2311" style="border: 6px dashed rgb(255, 255, 0);" src="http://x1a.xanga.com/ad6d4ae147433120139218/z86468495.jpg" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh, that's right!  AWEsome, eh??  &lt;img src="http://www.xanga.com/Images/silly.gif" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Currently Starting the first season of CSI and eventually the first season of House.  :P  Sheri has season 1-4 of CSI and 1-2 of House.  hehehe... and I'm gonna watch em!!  Oh and I am eating &lt;a target="_new" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Couscous"&gt;Couscous&lt;/a&gt;. yummy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30539596-6520724393879608878?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/6520724393879608878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=6520724393879608878' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/6520724393879608878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/6520724393879608878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2007/04/loooong-weekend.html' title='loooong weekend'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-8253060996554723333</id><published>2007-04-25T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T11:53:11.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And Stuff!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;I am blessed beyond all measure.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Family who loves me and supports me 100%&lt;br /&gt;With a Church that supports me&lt;br /&gt;With Friends who pray for me and care about my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a God, whom I can trust with my life, my decisions, and my future.  Who loves me more then anyone ever could.... Who gently leads me back on to the path when I stray... Who is Elohai... My God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more could a girl want? &lt;img src="http://www.xanga.com/Images/heart2.gif" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr style="width: 100%; height: 2px;"&gt;Changing gears....&lt;br /&gt;I had life smack me in the face this week when I realized I am turning 20 in about a month.  CRAZINESS!!!!  I am leaving the teenage years and entering the young adult phase.  Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics of my house &lt;img src="http://www.xanga.com/images/silly.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.xanga.com/Images/laughing.gif" height="15" width="15" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.xanga.com/Images/pleased.gif" height="15" width="15" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.xanga.com/Images/cool.gif" height="15" width="15" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.xanga.com/Images/shy.gif" height="15" width="15" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.xanga.com/Images/heart2.gif" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bed... yeah it's a twin.  Bummer. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/aranel_vilwaren/e581d119305580/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSCN2303" style="border: 3px dashed rgb(255, 64, 159);" src="http://xe5.xanga.com/81dd474a31633119305580/z85793347.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it looks messy, but I am just working on a couple of projects at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/aranel_vilwaren/17297119305594/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSCN2304" style="border: 3px dashed rgb(255, 64, 159);" src="http://x17.xanga.com/297d755332532119305594/z85793354.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/aranel_vilwaren/c94e0119305603/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSCN2305" style="border: 3px dashed rgb(255, 64, 159);" src="http://xc9.xanga.com/4e0d544532730119305603/z85793361.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The living room...  We have a bigger TV now... well as I am in the process of writing this a guy came and got this tv and we got one from the Center.  Man change happens fast! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/aranel_vilwaren/47535119305619/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSCN2306" style="border: 3px dashed rgb(255, 64, 159);" src="http://x47.xanga.com/535d754069332119305619/z85793371.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kitchen... small, and not much counter space, but cute.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/aranel_vilwaren/fdff5119305636/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSCN2307" style="border: 3px dashed rgb(255, 64, 159);" src="http://xfd.xanga.com/ff5d775233632119305636/z85793383.jpg" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/aranel_vilwaren/ab7fc119305655/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSCN2308" style="border: 3px dashed rgb(255, 64, 159);" src="http://xab.xanga.com/7fcd444433033119305655/z85793400.jpg" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go!  That is my house!!  &lt;img src="http://www.xanga.com/Images/laughing.gif" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30539596-8253060996554723333?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/8253060996554723333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=8253060996554723333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/8253060996554723333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/8253060996554723333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2007/04/and-stuff.html' title='And Stuff!'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-445046633236047830</id><published>2007-04-15T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T21:31:07.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blech, blah, gag</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;i do not like not feeling well.  i wouldn't say i'm sick, i just don't feel very good.  and it sucks.  yup yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this coming week is going to to pretty much me looking for a job.  i'm gonna talk to some people and see what happens.  pray i get the one God wants me to get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30539596-445046633236047830?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/445046633236047830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=445046633236047830' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/445046633236047830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/445046633236047830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2007/04/blech-blah-gag.html' title='blech, blah, gag'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-7336527144931743717</id><published>2007-04-11T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T13:05:40.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hit the ground running... kinda.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;Well, my first team here at BTown came in last night.  They are doing A Week of Passion.  So the got here last night and they received orientation.  They are spending the day in Portland today so I am chilling at my house. &lt;img src="http://www.xanga.com/Images/happy.gif" height="15" width="15" /&gt;  That sounds so cool.  My house.  hehe... anyways, I'm gonna work on my Resume and College app today, go buy a coffee grinder (yes, for my DECAF coffee), and chill until about 4pm when I will help get dinner ready for the team.  Life has been good so far.  Oh yeah, my job this week is to job shadow.  So I am following Josh and Sheri around seeing how the team stuff works.  This morning I was up at 7 to make sure the team was up and ready at 8.  Well, I was awake at 6 but dozed until 7ish.&lt;br /&gt;I am actually really excited about one place I am going to look for a job.  It is called &lt;a target="_new" href="http://www.crn4kids.org/"&gt;Children's Relief Nursery&lt;/a&gt; and it is a Child Care Center for low-income families.  I am totally praying that I will have the opportunity to work there.  SHOOTS!!!  I just remembered that my CPR/First Aid Card expired a couple months ago.  I'm gonna have to find a class.  Bleh, I don't like those classes.  Oh well, it's for da babies.  I am also updating my resume.  Yeah I am having lots of fun.  &lt;img src="http://www.xanga.com/Images/laughing.gif" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meaning of multi-tasking:  talking on phone to friend in HI, IMing Mom, updating resume, posting blog, and writing an email, while listening to music and thinking about a million different things.  lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30539596-7336527144931743717?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/7336527144931743717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=7336527144931743717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/7336527144931743717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/7336527144931743717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2007/04/hit-ground-running-kinda.html' title='Hit the ground running... kinda.'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-4566750667463767667</id><published>2007-04-09T10:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T10:11:53.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;So the past... umm... since Friday, so three days, I have been in the process of moving to North West Portland to work with a ministry called &lt;a target="_new" href="http://www.bridgetownministries.com/"&gt;BridgeTown Ministries&lt;/a&gt; .  Anyways, so that is what I am doing for the next six months.  Working with them, getting a job, growing more and more in God, and learning how to be independent.  That is weird, let me tell you.  You mean I have to menu plan and like know what I am going to eat?  Oh... yeah.  Stuff like that.  :P  And learning a new area.  That will be interesting.  hehehe... yep yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Stuff:&lt;br /&gt;Ya know... I really, REALLY like God!!!  He is like the coolest thing ever!!!  Anyways, I have noticed over the past, oooohh, two weeks or so, and increase in... how do I say this... an increase in tears I guess you could say.  I think that I am getting that back.  I don't cry, let's start with that.  And I certainly DO NOT cry in front of people.  Hate that.  About 2 weeks ago or so, Mom and I were talking about life stuff and I started like sobbing.  She held me and I just cried.  I had been bottling stuff up and stuffing the tears.  I am a girl!!  And girl's have a big right to cry.  Tears are something God gave to women to release emotions.  Since that night, I have cried more then I did while on DTS.  Crazy, yeah?  But it is so... I don't know, so good, so wow.  And I actually cried in front of people today.  The worship leader at Gramma's church was singing a closing song and during one part it totally spoke to me and sounded like this part of my life.  I'm not sure what the name is, but I am going to try and find out.  Anyways... yeah.  God is doing some cool things right now.  I am excited to see what's next!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30539596-4566750667463767667?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/4566750667463767667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=4566750667463767667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/4566750667463767667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/4566750667463767667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2007/04/moving.html' title='Moving...'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-5546171375961634307</id><published>2007-04-02T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T11:47:27.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Line</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;This is it&lt;br /&gt;the end of one chapter&lt;br /&gt;closing up of the childhood&lt;br /&gt;no longer one of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;youngers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;becoming all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;growed&lt;/span&gt; up&lt;br /&gt;making adult decisions&lt;br /&gt;looking at life with adult eyes&lt;br /&gt;no longer concerned with childish things&lt;br /&gt;Life is settling in&lt;br /&gt;making it's home&lt;br /&gt;no more beating around the bush&lt;br /&gt;i am making a stand&lt;br /&gt;drawing a line&lt;br /&gt;You, Abba, are the center&lt;br /&gt;the focus of my life&lt;br /&gt;in You i put my trust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a child, I talked like a child, thought like a child, reasoned like a child.  When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="me"&gt;TRUST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pronset"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pg"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;1.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;reliance on the integrity, strength, ability, surety, etc., of a person or thing; confidence. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;2.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;confident expectation of something; hope. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;3.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;confidence in the certainty of future payment for property or goods received; credit: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;to sell merchandise on trust. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;4.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;a person on whom or thing on which one relies: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;God is my trust. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;5.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;the condition of one to whom something has been entrusted. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;6.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;the obligation or responsibility imposed on a person in whom confidence or authority is placed: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;a position of trust. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;7.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;charge, custody, or care: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;to leave valuables in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;someones&lt;/span&gt; trust. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;8.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;something committed or entrusted to one's care for use or safekeeping, as an office, duty, or the like; responsibility; charge.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I trust in Him, wholly and completely.........         Do you?&lt;br /&gt;He is the center of all that I do.......                       Is He your center?&lt;br /&gt;He is in control of my future.........                         Is He in control of yours?&lt;br /&gt;His spot is in the driver seat.........                         Is He driving your life or are you?&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/30539596-5546171375961634307?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/5546171375961634307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=5546171375961634307' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/5546171375961634307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/5546171375961634307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2007/04/line.html' title='The Line'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-8525097475868358523</id><published>2007-03-27T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T23:29:39.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Panoply - a full suit of armor</title><content type='html'>Some interesting things to think about:&lt;br /&gt;-I think a lot of people look at me and say that I'm weird. But what I've noticed - and this  used to worry me a lot when I was little - is that I don't know one normal person. I've never  met one, actually. We all have our special, odd little things, and we should be proud of that.&lt;br /&gt;-Dream as if you'll live forever.  Live as if you'll die today&lt;br /&gt;-The way I see it, if you want the rainbow, you gotta put up with the rain.&lt;br /&gt;-To reject risk is to reject life.&lt;br /&gt;-Just go in there and remember - you're fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so you are thinking... well, maybe.  So these things you did on Outreach are cool, but what did God do in you?  What did you learn?  Well, let me tell you!  The biggest thing he taught me is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:Impact;font-size:180%;"  &gt;TRUST HIM IN EVERYTHING!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;During the entire outreach, God was teaching me to trust Him in every aspect of my life.  When I left to home for outreach, there were things I had to leave undone because of time.  I didn’t know when I was moving to Portland, I did not get to finish filling out my application to Evergreen State, and there were several things I was leaving behind.  God was asking if I trusted Him enough to bring it all back together and take care of all the unknowns.  Everyday it was a continual process of crying out to Him and letting go of all my fears.  I had to pry my fingers off of controlling the steering wheel and allow God to take over.  The last Sunday of outreach, February 25th, during worship I declared that I trusted God to have COMPLETE control of my future.  I felt such a wonderful feeling of freedom after that and during our performance at the church I had so much fun dancing under the new freedom I had found.  It will still be a continual process of everyday trusting God, but I know that He is definitely big enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been changing lives, history and making war in the heavenly realm from Mianyang, China to Kampong Spoe, Cambodia.  DUN, DUN, DUN!!!  WOOP WOOP!!  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One Sunday, in Cambodia, we felt like God was telling us to share personal testimonies or words God gave us then close with “Redeemer.”  When I was praying about what to share on, God told me what the topic was: Love one another.  Which is something that God was continually telling the team over and over.  Every place we went, someone had a message that said, “They will know Jesus by how you love one another.”  So it was a familiar topic to us, but to me it was kinda getting old.  But God gave me a few verses (9 passages to be exact) and things to say,  I was really nervous about speaking in front of the children and staff at the Centre, but God came through and gave me the words to say.  The leader, Solvan, was really agreeing with what I had to say.  Some, or most, of the children don’t treat each other very nice.  They call each other names and hit each other.  So even though it was a topic we as a team had heard over and over, I was able (with God’s wonderful help) to bring it to the people He wanted to hear it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So yes... I spoke in front of 130+ people (most under the age of 20).  Can you believe that!?!?  If you would have asked me that like 6 months ago... uh uh... no way... and it would definitely have to be a direct word from the Lord to do it again. &lt;img src="http://www.xanga.com/images/pleased.gif" /&gt; But yeah... there you go!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/aranel_vilwaren/46805114047799/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSCN1520" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x46.xanga.com/805d750731735114047799/z81494535.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Me with the city of Mianyang in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/aranel_vilwaren/5b212114047854/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="SSL21629" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x5b.xanga.com/212d460711133114047854/z81494588.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This was at one of our favorite restaurants in Mianyang.  We were talking to and entertaining some little children that were hanging around staring at us because we were foreigners.  It's crazy... over there, we were like movie stars.  Everyone stared, pointed, laughed, and if we stood still long enough, a crowd would start to gather.  It was funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/aranel_vilwaren/e68bf114047896/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="SSL21631" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://xe6.xanga.com/8bfd4b0772532114047896/z81494624.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That thing was HUGE!!!!  It is called (of course), the Iron Ox.  Go figure.  &lt;img src="http://www.xanga.com/images/smiley5.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramdom Rambling:  If I were ever to get a tattoo (not saying I am getting one, so breathe. &lt;img src="http://www.xanga.com/Images/winky.gif" height="15" width="15" /&gt;) I would want something totally unique.  Something that no one else has or will ever have.  I would want something that would be me as well.  Like for example, when I go shopping with a friend and I see an article of clothing I like, I most often hear from the friend, "That is SO Kari!"  And rightly so, because I like it.  That is how I would want my tattoo to be.  When people see it, I want them to think, "That is so Kari!"  So, of course, there would be SOMEthing purple on it. &lt;img src="http://www.xanga.com/Images/silly.gif" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS- Does anyone read this anymore?  If so, could you please comment so I know to keep posting here. :P  It gets a little discouraging when there are not comments on the things God is doing.  Thanks, Mangement&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/30539596-8525097475868358523?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/8525097475868358523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=8525097475868358523' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/8525097475868358523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/8525097475868358523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2007/03/panoply-full-suit-of-armor.html' title='Panoply - a full suit of armor'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-2363506389505777730</id><published>2007-03-25T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T13:06:44.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This side up ^</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;So I have been so busy going here and there that I have not had the chance to actually look through my pictures for more stories to put on here.  I'm not exactly sure if I am coming or going or if I am up or down.  BLAAAAH!!  IT has been crazy and it will only get crazier.  That is for sure.  &lt;img src="http://www.xanga.com/images/clueless.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm... let see if I can come up with a quick short story... dum dum dum.... thinking thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to ride an Elephant!!!  yep yep!!!!  Me and Sarah Pudwill were together on Poo Jumbo.  Yeah it was pretty AWEsome!  We made up a song... wanna hear it?  Well technically, you can't hear it, but I will post the words:&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time in Thailand&lt;br /&gt;I was riding on an elephant, an elephant, and elephant&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time in Thailand&lt;br /&gt;I was riding on an elephant, an elephant, an elephant&lt;br /&gt;Today.... HEY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, pretty sweet huh!?  Anyways, there was this cool show before the rides that the elephants put on where they played harmonicas, danced, played soccer, lifted heavy things, and even painted!!  It was cool!  Then we got to go on a half hour ride.  yep yep... it was fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/aranel_vilwaren/77b04113510169/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="SSL22111" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x77.xanga.com/b04d270059c30113510169/z81058718.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soccer game... Elephants are really bad at aiming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/aranel_vilwaren/aa7ca113510320/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="SSL22116" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://xaa.xanga.com/7ca8023a22cb6113510320/z81058824.jpg" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My elephant... yep.  It was a pretty jolting ride, but it was fun fun fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/aranel_vilwaren/134d3113510410/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSCN1987" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x13.xanga.com/4d38320023749113510410/z81058888.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That are our footses on the elephants head!  How cool is that!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/aranel_vilwaren/99e75113510499/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSCN1980" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px;" src="http://x99.xanga.com/e75d5b0040733113510499/z81058945.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our driver man.  He sat on the head the whole way.  It takes some great balance to ride like that.  He didn't speak much English.&lt;br /&gt;So that was the Elephants (or as we call then at the King house Phino)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30539596-2363506389505777730?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/2363506389505777730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=2363506389505777730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/2363506389505777730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/2363506389505777730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2007/03/this-side-up.html' title='This side up ^'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-7906209047239594254</id><published>2007-03-21T13:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T14:14:00.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from the Outside...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;I took a trip to the outside world that had... cough, cough... sputter, sputter... dial up.  So I did not even try to get on.  hehehe... and when I got home, our internet was down cause some wiring got messed up or something like that.  So basically I was off the internet for like four days.  *GASP*  I know!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am happy and sad.  My friend Amber went home to Hawaii today, but I am talking to my friend from Romania.  There is so much to do and a little time to get it done.  BLAAAAAH!!!  I should get a move on, but I really just want to sit here at my computer.  I should work on my presentation for Sunday, but that would require me thinking.  :silly  *sigh*  Today feels like a lazy Spring day.  Although I did get up at 6:45am, but that was to take Amber to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... that is really all I have to say.  I can't come up with a good story from Outreach to share.  So here is a list of the cool things I ate while in Asia:&lt;br /&gt;Cow Stomach&lt;br /&gt;Pig Brain&lt;br /&gt;Squid&lt;br /&gt;Goose liver&lt;br /&gt;Fried Cricket (that is the picture in my profile)&lt;br /&gt;A little fried fish from tail to head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/aranel_vilwaren/864a1112979205/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSCN2069" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px; width: 331px; height: 249px;" src="http://x86.xanga.com/4a1d521326430112979205/z80628024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you eat the whole thing... with rice of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/aranel_vilwaren/77e9a112979702/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="pig brain" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px; width: 341px; height: 241px;" src="http://x77.xanga.com/e9ad570b36233112979702/z80628415.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/aranel_vilwaren/0cf85112979953/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="brain" style="border-style: none; border-width: 0px; width: 321px; height: 263px;" src="http://x0c.xanga.com/f85d670120734112979953/z80628599.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the pig brain.  It was... interesting.&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/30539596-7906209047239594254?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/7906209047239594254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=7906209047239594254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/7906209047239594254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/7906209047239594254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2007/03/back-from-outside.html' title='Back from the Outside...'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-4586708796368071792</id><published>2007-03-14T12:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T12:11:23.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Start your engines....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;Okay, so that you have the whole overview of outreach...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Place 1: Mianyang City, in the Sichuan Province, Republic of China...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;!-- start content --&gt;    &lt;div class="floatright"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Mianyang.png" class="image" title=" " target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/9/94/Mianyang.png/140px-Mianyang.png" alt=" " longdesc="/wiki/Image:Mianyang.png" height="130" width="140" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;Mianyang (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chinese_language" title="Chinese language" target="_new"&gt;Chinese&lt;/a&gt;: 绵阳; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pinyin" title="Pinyin" target="_new"&gt;pinyin&lt;/a&gt;: Míanyáng; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wade-Giles" title="Wade-Giles" target="_new"&gt;Wade-Giles&lt;/a&gt;: Mian-yang) is located in the north of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sichuan" title="Sichuan" target="_new"&gt;Sichuan&lt;/a&gt; Province of western &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/China" title="China" target="_new"&gt;China&lt;/a&gt;, the second largest city in this province. It covers an area of over 20,000 km² and has a population of 5.2 million, with 600,000 people in the city proper. Mianyang's climate is the damp subtropical and its annual average rainfall is 1100 mm. Its average temperature is 16°C with highest temperature of 39°C in summer and lowest temperature of -5°C in winter. Transportation to and in Mianyang is very convenient; there are highway and railway connections with several of China's major cities. Mianyang Airport has direct flights to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beijing" title="Beijing" target="_new"&gt;Beijing&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shanghai" title="Shanghai" target="_new"&gt;Shanghai&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Guangzhou" title="Guangzhou" target="_new"&gt;Guangzhou&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shenzhen" title="Shenzhen" target="_new"&gt;Shenzhen&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kunming" title="Kunming" target="_new"&gt;Kunming&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Mianyang is one of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/China" title="China" target="_new"&gt;China&lt;/a&gt;'s major electronic industry cities. Mianyang has many well-known research institutions such as the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=China_Academy_of_Engineering_Physics&amp;action=edit" class="new" title="China Academy of Engineering Physics" target="_new"&gt;China Academy of Engineering Physics&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=China_Air_Dynamics_Research_and_Development_Center&amp;amp;action=edit" class="new" title="China Air Dynamics Research and Development Center" target="_new"&gt;China Air Dynamics Research and Development Center&lt;/a&gt;. Many large-scale enterprises, such as &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Changhong_Electronics_Group_Corporation&amp;action=edit" class="new" title="Changhong Electronics Group Corporation" target="_new"&gt;Changhong Electronics Group Corporation&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Jiuzhou_Electronics_Group&amp;amp;action=edit" class="new" title="Jiuzhou Electronics Group" target="_new"&gt;Jiuzhou Electronics Group&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Shuangma_Cement_Group&amp;action=edit" class="new" title="Shuangma Cement Group" target="_new"&gt;Shuangma Cement Group&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Changcheng_Special_Steel_Company&amp;amp;action=edit" class="new" title="Changcheng Special Steel Company" target="_new"&gt;Changcheng Special Steel Company&lt;/a&gt; also have their home in Mianyang. There are 6 universities and colleges, as well. Mianyang is well known as a science and technology city.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Mianyang has lovely scenery, a long history, and deep cultural roots. It is the hometown of famous poet &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Li_Bai" title="Li Bai" target="_new"&gt;Li Bai&lt;/a&gt;, with many historical relics of The Three Kingdoms.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Place 2: Sanya City, Hainan Island, Republic of China&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/kari/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/kari/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/kari/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sanya&lt;/b&gt; (三亚) is the southernmost city in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hainan" title="Hainan" target="_new"&gt;Hainan&lt;/a&gt; province, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/China" title="China" target="_new"&gt;China&lt;/a&gt; and has an estimated population of 150,208 (2006). After &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Haikou" title="Haikou" target="_new"&gt;Haikou&lt;/a&gt;, it is the second most populous city of the island. Sanya is revered for its tropical climate and is a popular tourist destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Place 3: Chiang Mai City, Chaing Mai Province, Kingdom of Thailand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chiang Mai&lt;/b&gt; (in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thai_language" title="Thai language" target="_new"&gt;Thai&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="unicode audiolink"&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/1/1e/Th-Chiang_Mai.ogg" class="internal" title="Th-Chiang Mai.ogg" target="_new"&gt;เชียงใหม่&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="metadata audiolinkinfo"&gt;&lt;small&gt;(&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wikipedia:Media_help" title="Wikipedia:Media help" target="_new"&gt;help&lt;/a&gt;·&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Th-Chiang_Mai.ogg" title="Image:Th-Chiang Mai.ogg" target="_new"&gt;info&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;), also sometimes written as "Chiengmai", is the largest and most culturally significant city in Northern &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thailand" title="Thailand" target="_new"&gt;Thailand&lt;/a&gt;, and the capital of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chiang_Mai_Province" title="Chiang Mai Province" target="_new"&gt;Chiang Mai Province&lt;/a&gt;. It is located at &lt;span class="plainlinksneverexpand"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tools.wikimedia.de/%7Emagnus/geo/geohack.php?params=18_47_20_N_98_59_00_E_region:TH_type:city%28250000%29" class="external text" title="http://tools.wikimedia.de/~magnus/geo/geohack.php?params=18_47_20_N_98_59_00_E_region:TH_type:city(250000)" rel="nofollow" target="_new"&gt;&lt;span title="Maps, aerial photos, and other data for 18°47′20″N, 98°59′00″E"&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: nowrap;"&gt;18°47′20″N,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="white-space: nowrap;"&gt;98°59′00″E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="coordinates" class="plainlinksneverexpand"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Geographic_coordinate_system" title="Geographic coordinate system" target="_new"&gt;Coordinates&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a href="http://tools.wikimedia.de/%7Emagnus/geo/geohack.php?params=18_47_20_N_98_59_00_E_region:TH_type:city%28250000%29" class="external text" title="http://tools.wikimedia.de/~magnus/geo/geohack.php?params=18_47_20_N_98_59_00_E_region:TH_type:city(250000)" rel="nofollow" target="_new"&gt;&lt;span title="Maps, aerial photos, and other data for 18°47′20″N, 98°59′00″E"&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: nowrap;"&gt;18°47′20″N,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="white-space: nowrap;"&gt;98°59′00″E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, some 700 km north of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bangkok" title="Bangkok" target="_new"&gt;Bangkok&lt;/a&gt;, among some of the highest mountains in the country. The city stands on the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ping_River" title="Ping River" target="_new"&gt;Ping river&lt;/a&gt;, a major tributary of the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chao_Phraya_River" title="Chao Phraya River" target="_new"&gt;Chao Phraya river&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;p&gt;In recent years Chiang Mai has become an increasingly modern city, although it lacks the cosmopolitan gloss of Bangkok. It has many attractions for the thousands of foreign visitors who come to the city each year. Chiang Mai's historic strength derived from its important strategic location on an ancient trade route, and long before the modern influx of foreign visitors the city served as an important centre for handcrafted goods, umbrellas, jewellery (particularly silver) and woodcarving.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;While officially the city of Chiang Mai only covers most part of the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amphoe_Mueang_Chiang_Mai" title="Amphoe Mueang Chiang Mai" target="_new"&gt;Mueang Chiang Mai district&lt;/a&gt; with a population of 150,000, the urban sprawl of the city extends into several neighboring districts. This &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chiang_Mai_Metropolitan_Area" title="Chiang Mai Metropolitan Area" target="_new"&gt;Chiang Mai Metropolitan Area&lt;/a&gt; has a population of nearly 700,000 people, nearly half of the whole &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chiang_Mai_Province" title="Chiang Mai Province" target="_new"&gt;Chiang Mai Province&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Place 4: Kampong Spoe City, Kampong Spoe Province, Kingdom of Cambodia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="querybold"&gt;&lt;span class="artcopy"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kompong Speu&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/i&gt; town, south-central Cambodia. The town lies along the Tnaôt River at the foot of the &lt;a class="artcopybold" href="http://www.britannica.com/eb/article-9028665/Damrei-Mountains" target="_new"&gt;Dâmrei (“Elephant”) Mountains&lt;/a&gt; and astride a national highway linking Phnom Penh, the national capital, with Kâmpóng Saôm, the country's principal seaport. Population: 33,231&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;span class="artcopy"&gt;The surrounding area supports rice, sugarcane, palm trees, cotton, cassava, and corn (maize); there are also silk spinning, timber trade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So there you go.... When I talk about a place you can have a small idea of what I am talking about. &lt;img src="http://www.xanga.com/images/cool.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.xanga.com/Images/silly.gif" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30539596-4586708796368071792?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/4586708796368071792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=4586708796368071792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/4586708796368071792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/4586708796368071792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2007/03/start-your-engines.html' title='Start your engines....'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-3263172518909632782</id><published>2007-03-12T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T15:40:45.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can we scream any louder?</title><content type='html'>During our trip to the Baima Village in the foothills of the Himalayas (meaning it was freezing to say the least), the team went up to a hill above the village to pray over it.  The wind was blowing really hard.  We were following what God was telling us to do and one thing He said was do "The Stomp."  It is a compilation of a few proclimation verses, stomping, and clapping.  Well, we screamed it out over the village.  One of the missionaries was down at our guest house becuase her 18 month old was sleeping and she said she could hear us loud and clear.  That was with the wind whipping really fast... in the opposite direction of the village.  So we were yelling into the wind and she still heard us!  Some of the villagers were "whooping" and hollering along with us even though they didn't know what we were saying.  After we were done with that, we each (15 of us) picked up a stone and built an altar to God and as each of us placed our stone down we proclaimed a name of God over the Baima people.  This time stands out as one of my highlights from the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;A few pictures from that trip:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/aranel_vilwaren/8f54e111506517/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSCN1707" style="border: 1px dashed rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://x8f.xanga.com/54ed35e654331111506517/z79433019.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Baima Village, Mianyang Province, Republic of China&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/aranel_vilwaren/a99cd111506199/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSCN1713" style="border: 1px dashed rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://xa9.xanga.com/9cdd55e727133111506199/z79432773.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worshipping from the high place over the village&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/aranel_vilwaren/aeb03111506287/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSCN1717" style="border: 1px dashed rgb(0, 0, 0); width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://xae.xanga.com/b03d24f3d2230111506287/z79432840.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/aranel_vilwaren/13718111506349/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSCN1719" style="border: 1px dashed rgb(0, 0, 0); width: 260px; height: 196px;" src="http://x13.xanga.com/718d54e641433111506349/z79432886.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proclaiming God's &lt;span style="color: rgb(112, 16, 112);"&gt;Royalty &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Glory &lt;/span&gt;over the valley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photo.xanga.com/aranel_vilwaren/ec375111506419/photo.html"&gt;&lt;img title="DSCN1721" style="border: 1px dashed rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://xec.xanga.com/375d21f1d5c30111506419/z79432940.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The altar we set up to remember God in and over that place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30539596-3263172518909632782?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/3263172518909632782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=3263172518909632782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/3263172518909632782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/3263172518909632782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2007/03/can-we-scream-any-louder.html' title='Can we scream any louder?'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-7253185432813236769</id><published>2007-03-08T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T14:52:04.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLOOOO!?!?!?!?  Am I out there!?!?!?!?</title><content type='html'>Kari has returned from her trooping around Asia.  She has more stamps in her passport and a great tan, but more important she has a deeper love for God and for His people, she trusts Him with her future, and can't wait for her next adventure with Him.&lt;br /&gt;Over then next little while I will be posting pictures and stories of what God did while I was away.  I hope they inspire you to pray for those in the pictures or to go on a missions trip yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God Bless you!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30539596-7253185432813236769?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/7253185432813236769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=7253185432813236769' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/7253185432813236769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/7253185432813236769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2007/03/helloooo-am-i-out-there.html' title='HELLOOOO!?!?!?!?  Am I out there!?!?!?!?'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-116527634323537917</id><published>2006-12-04T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T15:52:23.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you know that turtles can breathe out of their butt?</title><content type='html'>I am very sad... NO ONE SENDS ME MAIL ANYMORE!!!!!!!!!!  Sarah's dad sends her these really random postcards and I still get NOTHING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sniff, sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT... if you wanna, you can send me mail:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kari King&lt;br /&gt;PO Box 989&lt;br /&gt;Port Hadlock, WA 98339&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30539596-116527634323537917?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/116527634323537917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=116527634323537917' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/116527634323537917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/116527634323537917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2006/12/did-you-know-that-turtles-can-breathe.html' title='Did you know that turtles can breathe out of their butt?'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-116443961851334530</id><published>2006-11-24T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T21:21:25.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yah... i know, it's been a while</title><content type='html'>So yeah, I am back now.  Didn't know I had gone, huh?  :p  hehehe... yeah, we went to Salem, OR to join with their school to hear Dean Sherman speak on Spiritual Warfare.  And that was really cool!  I learned so much about the Christian faith and why we believe what we believe.  It was pretty much going back to the basics and learning why Jesus came and what power we have in him because of all that he did while he was here.  It was amazing!  I learned alot this week.  But I am glad to be back on base.  We have had a pretty messed up schedule the last couple of weeks and I am glad to be back with my family here and to a regular schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy and Jesse came to see me today!!  It was so cool!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are some random pictures from DTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7263/540/1600/182824/DSCN1201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7263/540/320/410778/DSCN1201.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7263/540/1600/35020/DSCN1192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7263/540/320/941141/DSCN1192.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7263/540/1600/145055/DSCN1212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7263/540/320/586781/DSCN1212.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7263/540/1600/230529/DSCN1103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7263/540/320/714914/DSCN1103.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7263/540/1600/683266/DSCN1088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7263/540/320/282721/DSCN1088.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7263/540/1600/358766/DSCN1190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 240px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7263/540/320/103909/DSCN1190.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/30539596-116443961851334530?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/116443961851334530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=116443961851334530' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/116443961851334530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/116443961851334530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2006/11/yah-i-know-its-been-while.html' title='yah... i know, it&apos;s been a while'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-116355070779507464</id><published>2006-11-14T15:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:31:47.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am bored, no one reads this, and because I can</title><content type='html'>IF YOUR LIFE WAS A MOVIE, WHAT WOULD THE SOUNDTRACK BE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's how it works:&lt;br /&gt;1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)&lt;br /&gt;2. Put it on shuffle&lt;br /&gt;3. Press play&lt;br /&gt;4. For every question, type the song that's playing&lt;br /&gt;5. When you go to a new question, press the next button&lt;br /&gt;6. Don't lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening Credits: Morning Hymn and Alleluia Chours--Sound of Music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking Up:  God of Wonders--Third Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Day At School: All Around Me--Rebecca St. James&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling In Love:  Come Now Is the Time to Worship--Philips, Craig, &amp; Dean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fight Song: Binary--Popple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking Up: I have Confidence--Sound of Music (That is good! :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prom: Faith, Love, Happiness--Thousand Foot Krutch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex Scene: If I had my choice I wouldn't include this in the movie. Breathe--Rebecca St. James&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's Ok: What Did You Say?--Popple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mental Breakdown: Move--Thousand Foot Kruth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving: Dreams I Dream For You--Avalon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flashback: Axel F--Crazy Frog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting Back Together: Tough Little Boys--Gary Allen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birth of Child: Find Your Wings--Mark Harris&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Wedding: Beauty and the Beast--Guess where... (honest!!! that is what came up!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final Battle: Standin' in the Rain--Dave Thompson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death Scene: Save the Last Dance For Me--Micheal Buble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funeral: Etude in C Minor-Vladimir Horowitz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Credits: Refelction--Mulan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Christmas Survey by Kari/Sarah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hot chocolate or apple cider?&lt;br /&gt;Definately hot chocolate/Hot Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Turkey or ham?&lt;br /&gt;Ham... turkey=BLECH!!/Ham&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you get a fake or real cut-it-yourself Christmas tree?&lt;br /&gt;The ONLY Christmas tree is a REAL one!!!/Real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Decorations on the outside of your house?&lt;br /&gt;Heck yes!/Of Course, but only lights...no funny blow up animals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Snowball fights or sledding?&lt;br /&gt;Umm... out of the two... sledding/Neither, I don't like the snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you like hanging around the fireplace because it's warm?&lt;br /&gt;Yes and because it is super romantic/Yes, if I am cold.. No when I am hott, but that is most of the time ;o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you enjoy going downtown shopping?&lt;br /&gt;YES,YES,YES!!!  I LOVE SHOPPING!!!/No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Favorite Christmas song?&lt;br /&gt;Winter Wonderland/For fun:Good News by Avalon, but my favorite hymn is God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. How do you feel about Christmas movies?&lt;br /&gt;I really don't care one way or ta other/They make it feel like Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. When is it too early to start listening to Christmas music?&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I feel like it...GOSH!!!/Before Thanksgiving is too early&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Stockings before or after presents?&lt;br /&gt;Before!!  DUH!!/Never had stockings (Kari: WHAT? are you serious?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Carolers, do you or do you not listen to them?&lt;br /&gt;We have a group of neighborhood kids come around and we listen to them, but other than that we don't get them/Never had any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Go to someone else's house or they come to yours?&lt;br /&gt;Both... I like somewhat of a variety/Go to someone else's house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you read the Christmas Story on Christmas Eve?&lt;br /&gt;Yesh... tradition of Family/Nope... I read the "Littlest Orphan" and "The Christ Child" with my mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What do you do after presents and dinner?&lt;br /&gt;Umm... Presents come WAY before dinner/We ope presents in the morning, then go to Gramma's house and open MORE presents and then we eat lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What is your favorite holiday smell?&lt;br /&gt;Christmas tree and Swedish Gingerbread Cookies/I dunno... Just the smell is different... like you get up early on Cmas mornign with the tree and the presents and it just smells good... a homey, comfortable, safe sorta smell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Ice skating or walking around the mall?&lt;br /&gt;Ice skating/Neither&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Favorite Christmas memory?&lt;br /&gt;What?  Umm... &lt;thinking&gt; One year me and Jp and the Kilourn's drove around and looked at all the pretty lights and decorations... that was lotsa fun!!/getting to stay up really late on Christmas Eve doing stuff with my brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Favorite part about winter?&lt;br /&gt;SNOOOOOOW!!!!!  Even though we don't get if very often./The smell and the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Ever been kissed under mistletoe?&lt;br /&gt;No... That would be against my religion ;)/No, Praise the Lord!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30539596-116355070779507464?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/116355070779507464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=116355070779507464' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/116355070779507464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/116355070779507464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-am-bored-no-one-reads-this-and.html' title='I am bored, no one reads this, and because I can'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-116331312869451495</id><published>2006-11-11T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:34:08.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Grey Stuff in life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So our speaker this week was Jonathan Stone and he gave a message that really got me thinking.  It was about... well here are my notes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="background: silver none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;The Grey Stuff in Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Romans 14:1&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Absolutes – Biblical right and wrong…It transcends all generation, all cultures, and all genders.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Stealing, murder, sex before marriage, etc&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Preferences – personal choice in life, things we like&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;I like Starbucks, you like Folgers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Being married or single&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Convictions – personal right and wrong…Not right or wrong for everyone&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;We mix them… our convictions become absolutes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;A: Gluttony is a sin&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;P: I like my steak well done&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;C: I am a Vegetarian&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;A: Honor Sabbath&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;P: I like to go the church on Sunday morn&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;C: I think Sabbath is on Saturday&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;A: Do not get drunk with wine&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;P: I like red wine&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;C: I don’t drink wine at all&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;How do you deal with the grey stuff in life?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Figure out your own convictions (Romans 14:2-3)&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Your convictions should      help you love people more not less&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Don’t force your      convictions on someone else (Romans 14:3)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Don’t judge people who      have different convictions &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Don’t cause someone else      to stumble (Romans &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="13" hour="14"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;14:13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Stick to your convictions      (Romans &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="22" hour="14"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;14:22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Live out your convictions      and give people room to live out their convictions&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Four questions to help you decide what your convictions are&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;What does my Bible say?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;What does my conscience      say?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Will this lead me to      sin?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know that I am weak in this      area…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Is this loving my      neighbor?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Will this cause my      neighbor to sin/stumble?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Yeah, made me think...&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/30539596-116331312869451495?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/116331312869451495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=116331312869451495' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/116331312869451495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/116331312869451495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2006/11/grey-stuff-in-life.html' title='The Grey Stuff in life'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-116271009367821010</id><published>2006-11-04T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T15:54:25.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7263/540/1600/DSCN1142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7263/540/320/DSCN1142.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;Nick's too cool to get his picture taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7263/540/1600/DSCN1143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7263/540/320/DSCN1143.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;My one on one, Becky.  She's wierd, but really cool!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7263/540/1600/DSCN1144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7263/540/320/DSCN1144.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;He is a Vampire on his spare time.  Anthony says that he makes wierd noises in his sleep and he sleeps in a mummy bag.  hehehehehe... he's cool tho.  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7263/540/1600/DSCN1132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7263/540/320/DSCN1132.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;Me taking a picture of Amber taking a picture of Marci.  (HA!  You thought I was going to say she was taking a pic of me! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7263/540/1600/DSCN1135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7263/540/320/DSCN1135.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7263/540/1600/DSCN1136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7263/540/320/DSCN1136.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;My "new" jacket that I got for $14 at the thrift store (you can kinda see the highlights in this one, I am working on getting a better picture of my hair.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7263/540/1600/DSCN1106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7263/540/320/DSCN1106.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;My man Anthony wearing my princess apron that Ms Sharon made for me.  :D  Isn't he cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7263/540/1600/DSCN1139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7263/540/320/DSCN1139.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;Me and my superhero!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30539596-116271009367821010?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/116271009367821010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=116271009367821010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/116271009367821010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/116271009367821010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2006/11/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-116181621348158159</id><published>2006-10-25T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T15:54:31.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEWS FLASH!!!!</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gentlemen... I interrupt the usual blogs posts to bring you this exciting news from DTS 2006:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KARI KING GETS TO VISIT THREE, I REPEAT, THREE COUNTRIES ON HER OUTREACH!!  Not only will her small team be going to China and Cambodia, but they will also travel to Thailand to help out at a YWAM China Conference.  They will be working with the children of the staff members who are going to the conference.  Kari, Sarah, and Nick are very excited to visit another country and be a blessing to those workers who give their lives for the people of China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Kari has highlighted her hair blonde, yes, blonde.  Everyone on Base loves it.  Pictures and a further report to come at a later time, but only if people want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- START YOUTHINK.COM QUIZ RESULTS --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bg border="0" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="2" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr bg style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youthink.com/quiz.asp?action=take&amp;quiz_id=628"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#505a84;"&gt;What kind of jewel are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#505a84;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Diamond&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;"&gt;Your beauty is both breathtaking and stunning.  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My nose is all stuffy and my voice is messed up because of my cough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week our speakers, Jeff &amp; Diane Littleton, spoke on the Father heart of God, so God as Father.  Oh my word, I am having a big brain fart.  I do not know what to say here.  Maybe more will come later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30539596-116088008474007601?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/116088008474007601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=116088008474007601' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/116088008474007601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/116088008474007601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2006/10/croak.html' title='CROAK'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-116070070955990369</id><published>2006-10-12T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T18:07:04.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He's so cute!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7263/540/1600/Kari%20and%20Nicholas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 348px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7263/540/320/Kari%20and%20Nicholas.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a totally cute puppy that I met.  He is a Cocker Spaniel and he is 10 weeks old.  I have decided that I want that kind of dog when I grow up.  :D  He is soo cute!&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;This is Amber with the puppy.  His name is Nicholas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7263/540/1600/DSCN1069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7263/540/320/DSCN1069.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;I am now totally off caffeine(again) and have been off for one week. Pray that I keep on with that since caffeine is not good for my heart. Oh by the way, we found out my heart condition. I have PAC, Premature Atrial Contractions. So basically it is premature beatings in the top two chambers of my heart. Yeah.  This is what I have to drink if I want a soda and have quarters to buy a soda, which most of the time I don't.  The machine only turns ones and fives into quarters, not twenties.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7263/540/1600/DSCN1072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7263/540/320/DSCN1072.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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7263/540/1600/bus%20adventure%20109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7263/540/320/bus%20adventure%20109.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This be Amber and me on the bus.  We mastered the bus system from PT to base!!!  WOO HOO!!!  Except for the part when we had to walk 3/4 of a mile from the bus stop to base, her in flip flops, me in my boots.  Yeah, not fun.  But we talked about airline horror stories the whole way back.  Good times, good times&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30539596-116070070955990369?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/116070070955990369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=116070070955990369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/116070070955990369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/116070070955990369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2006/10/hes-so-cute.html' title='He&apos;s so cute!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-116042949566370219</id><published>2006-10-09T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T14:43:09.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home away from Home</title><content type='html'>Aaawww!!!  I just got an email from Gramma Janet (and Mel, your song from BarlowGirl is playing).  It was special cause she just talked about what they are up to, what they were doing, how the kitties and Maddie are, that Nathan was coming over, about Aunt Leah and Christian.  I love it!!!  Hearing about what people are doing and how they are doing is... I don't know how to explain it.  Since I'm not there, I wanna be able to see what I would see if I was there.  Yes it makes me miss home when I hear about life, but it also helps me.  To know that life is still the same and you think about me enought to tell me how life is going.  I feel so disconnected with the world.  Which is good in some aspects, but in others, I have no idea what is going on!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you  think about it, shoot me an email or send me a letter or comment me about what is up with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kari King&lt;br /&gt;c/o YWAM&lt;br /&gt;PO Box 989&lt;br /&gt;Port Hadlock, WA 98339&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pure_n_heart@earthlink.net&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all and miss you lots!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, peace and chicken grease!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30539596-116042949566370219?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/116042949566370219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=116042949566370219' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/116042949566370219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/116042949566370219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2006/10/home-away-from-home.html' title='Home away from Home'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-116002330651208168</id><published>2006-10-04T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T21:41:46.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aw wha?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7263/540/1600/DSCN1033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7263/540/320/DSCN1033.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/7263/540/1600/DSCN1032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7263/540/320/DSCN1032.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/7263/540/1600/DSCN1030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7263/540/320/DSCN1030.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/7263/540/1600/DSCN1022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7263/540/320/DSCN1022.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/30539596-116002330651208168?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/116002330651208168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=116002330651208168' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/116002330651208168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/116002330651208168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2006/10/aw-wha.html' title='aw wha?'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-115984909425077699</id><published>2006-10-02T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T21:18:14.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Contessa</title><content type='html'>So like yah.  I live with some pretty weird people.  Marci was just singing a random song she made up about her study partner who left her, so Janea got the hint and came running.  We are learning the books of the Bible and 1 John 1:8-9 this week and it is due in the morning.  So they need to study.  I've got it down, so I am good.  :P  This week's memorization was pretty easy for me cause I already knew the books and 1 John 1:9, but last week... geeze.  We learned Colossians 1:9-14.  I got it done, but only by the grace of God.  I am not a very good memorizer person.  I just have to remember that Zechariah comes before Zephaniah...&lt;br /&gt;Zechariah, Haggai, Zephaniah, Malachi&lt;br /&gt;Got it.  Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Me and Sawah made an AWEsome apple crisp today for dessert.  Oh my word.  Nick is freaking out just outside.  WOW!!!  That was interesting.  And he and Anthony are totally like, being boys.  Yeah, the girls will understand that one.&lt;br /&gt;Okay this post is really random.  I have no deep phylisophical thoughts.  So I will leave you with this really random and wierd post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, peace, and chicken grease!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30539596-115984909425077699?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/115984909425077699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=115984909425077699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/115984909425077699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/115984909425077699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2006/10/contessa.html' title='Contessa'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-115939838930111136</id><published>2006-09-27T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T16:17:51.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whistle while you work!</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Today was good.  Deidra talked about living a life of repentance.&lt;br /&gt;We watched part of The Passion and had a time of reflection of&lt;br /&gt;things we had not repented of.  We wrote them down on pieces&lt;br /&gt;of paper and nailed them to the cross.  It was... hard, yes, but&lt;br /&gt;very good.  It is still hard for me to fathom that Jesus loved me&lt;br /&gt;that much.  To go through that pain and suffering, for me.  And&lt;br /&gt;I don't give Him all of the praise and the credit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.annefrank.org/upload/Webdossier/Antisemitisme/P8passion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.annefrank.org/upload/Webdossier/Antisemitisme/P8passion.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;God has been stripping away my old identity and giving me His&lt;br /&gt;identity for me.  That is very good, yes, but extremely hard.&lt;br /&gt;Compliments are hard for me to accept.  The things He has been&lt;br /&gt;speaking to me are hard for me to swallow.  It's like, "God you don't&lt;br /&gt;really think that about me do you?"  And He says, "Yes, my child.&lt;br /&gt;All that and more!"  He says, "You are no longer called Normal.  You&lt;br /&gt;are My Princess.  My eyes are on you. I'm dancing over you!  You are&lt;br /&gt;altogether beautiful, there's no flaw in you.  You captivate me!  You are&lt;br /&gt;My colorful sunshine.  A heart linker."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;I am lovely!&lt;br /&gt;I am Your Beloved!&lt;br /&gt;I am captivating!&lt;br /&gt;You love me!&lt;br /&gt;You see me!!&lt;br /&gt;You are dancing over me!&lt;br /&gt;I am in Your spotlight!&lt;br /&gt;There is no flaw in me!!&lt;br /&gt;You made me to be wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;I am your Daughter!!&lt;br /&gt;You delight in me!&lt;br /&gt;I have stolen Your heart!&lt;br /&gt;I am Your Princess!&lt;br /&gt;I am Yours and You are mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, for the first time in a long time, I danced in worship.&lt;br /&gt;In many places, I have felt like there is no place for my dance in&lt;br /&gt;church or it was not accepted, or there just wasn't enough room.&lt;br /&gt;It felt so wonderful to dance before God once again!  God gave me&lt;br /&gt;two pictures.  One was of me standing in a beautiful dress and His&lt;br /&gt;hand, with my name carved in it, was stretched out.  He asked if I&lt;br /&gt;would dance with Him and be His Princess.  The second was of me&lt;br /&gt;wearing the same dress, but I had a crown on my head, stretching&lt;br /&gt;my arms toward His outstretched hand saying, "Yes I will dance&lt;br /&gt;with You and be Your Princess!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*deep breath*  There you go.  And that is only part of what is going on&lt;br /&gt;here.  :)  God is definitely doing some work in me.  Keep praying for me&lt;br /&gt;please.  Here are a few prayer needs I have:&lt;br /&gt;Being tired.  Not really physically, but emotionally and mentally&lt;br /&gt;I have been struggling with headaches the last couple of days&lt;br /&gt;That my attitude would stay right as the "honeymoon" period of living&lt;br /&gt;with the same people is wearing off&lt;br /&gt;And that I would continue to keep my heart and mind open to what God&lt;br /&gt;wants to do in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all folks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30539596-115939838930111136?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/115939838930111136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=115939838930111136' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/115939838930111136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/115939838930111136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2006/09/whistle-while-you-work.html' title='Whistle while you work!'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-115879237373583594</id><published>2006-09-20T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T16:16:36.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soulprint</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Part of this morning we talked about our soulprint or personality.  For our homeowrk last night we did this exercise that helped us determine what kind of personality we are.  I am:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Introvert (Inward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;: When you have free time you usually find yourself being energized by spending time alone.  You prefer to think carefully about what you going to say before speaking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;In conflict you need to: Show some enthusiasm and let extraverts think out loud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sensing (step-by-step)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;: You tend to be practical and like to do things in sequence - step one, two three.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;In conflict you need to: Remember  there are more than just the facts.  Show how the specific relates to the general.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Feeling (heart)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;: You tend to "go with your gut" seeing things in shades of gray and both sides of the picture when solving problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;In conflict you need to: Be direct and show love in practical ways.  Talk about the feelings of others as a fact to be considered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Perceiving (spontaneous)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;: You like a flexible and spontaneous approach to life and prefer to keep your options open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Take a clear position.  Give others warning of changes coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;There ya go!  I gotta go do my h/w for tonight.  Blech. Homework.  hehehehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Love, peace, and chicken grease!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;PS: For those who want to know more about me. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;h1&gt;Portrait of an ISFP - &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Introverted Sensing Feeling Perceiving&lt;br /&gt;(Introverted Feeling with Extraverted Sensing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt; &lt;hr /&gt; &lt;h1&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Artist&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h1&gt; &lt;/center&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As an ISFP, your primary mode of living is focused internally, where you deal with things according to how you feel about them, or how they fit into your value system.  Your secondary mode is external, where you take things in via your five sense in a literal, concrete fashion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ISFPs live in the world of sensation possibilities.   They are keenly in tune with the way things look, taste, sound, feel and smell.  They have a strong aesthetic appreciation for art, and are likely to be artists in some form, because they are unusually gifted at creating and composing things which will strongly affect the senses.  They have a strong set of values, which they strive to consistently meet in their lives.  They need to feel as if they're living their lives in accordance with what they feel is right, and will rebel against anything which conflicts with that goal.  They're likely to choose jobs and careers which allow them the freedom of working towards the realization of their value-oriented personal goals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ISFPs tend to be quiet and reserved, and difficult to get to know well. They hold back their ideas and opinions except from those who they are closest to.  They are likely to be kind, gentle and sensitive in their dealings with others.  They are interested in contributing to people's sense of well-being and happiness, and will put a great deal of effort and energy into tasks which they believe in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ISFPs have a strong affinity for aesthetics and beauty.  They're likely to be animal lovers, and to have a true appreciation for the beauties of nature. They're original and independent, and need to have personal space. They value people who take the time to understand the ISFP, and who support the ISFP in pursuing their goals in their own, unique way.  People who don't know them well may see their unique way of life as a sign of carefree light-heartedness, but the ISFP actually takes life very seriously, constantly gathering specific information and shifting it through their value systems, in search for clarification and underlying meaning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ISFPs are action-oriented individuals.  They are "doers", and are  usually uncomfortable with theorizing concepts and ideas, unless they see a practical application. They learn best in a "hands-on" environment, and consequently may become easily bored with the traditional teaching methods, which emphasize abstract thinking.  They do not like impersonal analysis, and are uncomfortable with the idea of making  decisions based strictly on logic.  Their strong value systems demand that decisions are evaluated against their subjective beliefs, rather than against some objective rules or laws. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ISFPs are extremely perceptive and aware of others.  They constantly gather specific information about people, and seek to discover what it means.  They are usually penetratingly accurate in their perceptions of others.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ISFPs are warm and sympathetic.  They genuinely care about people, and are strongly service-oriented in their desire to please.  They have an  unusually deep well of caring for those who are close to them, and are likely to show their love through actions, rather than words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ISFPs have no desire to lead or control others, just as they have no desire to be led or controlled by others.  They need space and time alone to  evaluate the circumstances of their life against their value system, and are likely to respect other people's needs for the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The ISFP is likely to not give themself enough credit for the things which they do extremely well.  Their strong value systems can lead them to be intensely perfectionist, and cause them to judge themselves with unneccesary harshness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;The ISFP has many special gifts for the world, especially in the areas of creating artistic sensation, and selflessly serving others.  Life is not likely to be extremely easy for the ISFP, because they take life so seriously, but they have the tools to make their lives and the lives of those close to them richly rewarding experiences&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken from: &lt;a href="http://www.personalitypage.com/home.html"&gt;The Personality Page&lt;/a&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/30539596-115879237373583594?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/115879237373583594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=115879237373583594' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/115879237373583594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/115879237373583594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2006/09/soulprint.html' title='Soulprint'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-115870832911685284</id><published>2006-09-19T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T16:25:29.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Short one</title><content type='html'>This is just a quickie cause I have to be at work duties in 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time has been really good.  Our first speaker is here all week.  Her message is called Destiny by D.E.S.I.G.N.  DESIGN stands for Dreams, Experiences, Soulprint, Identity, Gifts, Network.  So far it has been really good, but semi difficult.  They've been makign me think.  WAAAA!!!  hehehe.  Thinking is difficult sometimes.  lklsdfkwejfncnsdckdlrfueowfjdscdmnfefneff.  Yeah, not sure what else to say.  It is kinda difficult to explain it all.  Especially when I am still process it all.  Oh, her name is Diane Kurtenbach.  Umm, I am having a great time.  Love the people, the food, the campus, and... and... umm... love Jesus!!!  YAY!!!!  Today is the first day I have really missed home and people.  I miss your face.  (hehehe, for those who know what that means ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, got put my baby away and report to Mr. Jim and Ms. Dina(sp?) for Dinner prep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE TO YOU!!!!  (For Mel: SMOOCHEYS ON YOU!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Miss you all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, peace, and chicken grease!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30539596-115870832911685284?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/115870832911685284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=115870832911685284' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/115870832911685284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/115870832911685284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2006/09/short-one.html' title='Short one'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-115847332912651224</id><published>2006-09-16T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T23:08:49.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay!!</title><content type='html'>Sis, you totally just made my day!!!  I came here and the hand pic is up and you can see the base in that one pic!!!  I LOVE YOU!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Janea, Amber, and I are "hacking" into the bases wifi internet connection.  Tis great fun!!!  Yes we are allowed to be on, but we get connection on the dorm end closest to the dinning hall.  :P  Anyways, good stuff happening.  I will post more tomorrow when it's not 11pm at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30539596-115847332912651224?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/115847332912651224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=115847332912651224' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/115847332912651224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/115847332912651224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2006/09/yay.html' title='Yay!!'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-115818025609023093</id><published>2006-09-13T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T21:07:01.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Packing.... Really!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7263/540/1600/DSCN1000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7263/540/320/DSCN1000.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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7263/540/1600/DSCN1001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7263/540/320/DSCN1001.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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7263/540/1600/DSCN0999.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7263/540/320/DSCN0999.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/30539596-115818025609023093?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/115818025609023093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=115818025609023093' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/115818025609023093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/115818025609023093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-packing-really.html' title='I&apos;m Packing.... Really!'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-115812892075729738</id><published>2006-09-12T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T16:38:21.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uhg</title><content type='html'>Okay, I know that crying is good, but I have done soooo much if it in the past week, I am done.  I hate farewells, even if it is for only five months.  Only??  It feels like forever! Yes I will get to see my parents just about every month while I am gone, but I won't be home.  I will definately miss my double bed.  Going from double to extra long twin.  And prolly to a queen when I get home.  Oh yeah.  Anyways, Mom and I went to Walmarche to get some last minute supplies (and this really cute pair of black courdroys[sp?]).  All the essentials, shampoo, face stuff, laundry soap, contact stuff, all the fun stuff.  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will be crazily and madly packing all my stuff (okay not ALL, but some) to leave.  GAH!!  Where has all this time gone???  Tomorrow is like Wednesday!  And I leave on like Thursday!!  AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!  *breathing*  Be still my beating heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get to bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, peace, and chicken grease!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7263/540/1600/0730IMGP0313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7263/540/320/0730IMGP0313.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7263/540/1600/0730IMGP0314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7263/540/320/0730IMGP0314.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These are my two absolute favorite pictures from Romania.  Four of those kids in the picture each have a piece of my heart.  The biggest pieces go to the little boy on my lap, Constantine, and the little girl in front with the white tank on, Florentina.&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/30539596-115812892075729738?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/115812892075729738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=115812892075729738' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/115812892075729738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/115812892075729738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2006/09/uhg.html' title='Uhg'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-115505583032830435</id><published>2006-08-08T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T13:15:23.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am home</title><content type='html'>Okay, I am now sitting in our dining room... HOME!!!  What a wonderful place.  There is so much to tell, so many stories, but to you that is all they are.  When you look at the pictures, you will see the most beautiful children, but when I look at the pictures, I feel their arms around my neck, their hands gripping mine, I see the filthiness, I see their in their eyes a longing to be loved, I smell the unwashed smell, the sewage, the body odor, and once again I feel like my heart is being ripped out of me.  The pictures that will be uploaded later, do no justice.  They pretty up what is dirty.  You don't see the pain, the dirt, and everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sorry if this sounds a little depressing, that is not how I am feeling.  Well, maybe a little sad , but not depressed.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The World Traveler who is home,&lt;br /&gt;Kari&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30539596-115505583032830435?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/115505583032830435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=115505583032830435' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/115505583032830435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/115505583032830435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-am-home.html' title='I am home'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-115471485531559223</id><published>2006-08-04T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T11:07:38.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am loved!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so two people love me!!!  And the ppl here do.  I have found someone who like MD and M&amp;Ms just about as much as I do!!  We have been MD brother and sister these past two weeks.  It has been great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain is soo fried.  It was about 100 degrees today, maybe more.  But it felt SUPER hot!!!!  Oh my goodness.  Not sure exactly what to write.  There is so much that has happened.  My brain is not processing very well.  There have been several times when I had to turn away and get under control, so that I don't start crying in front of the children.  I will have lots of pictures when I get home.  Or rather when Kris gets the pictures burned onto a cd.  He downloaded everyones pics onto his comp and will burn us a copy when we get home.  And there are so many stories.  The Rats family, the little beggar boy, the blind, deaf, &amp; dumb girl,  Maria &amp; Loare(I dunno how to spell it) and so many more.  When I get home and have pics and time amd faster internet I will have more to post about.  And after my brain has had a change to process things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you all.  Honestly.  I love theses people and the team, but there is nobody here now who I have really clicked with.  Andrea had to go home.  OH!!!  I din't talk about Andrea.  Well I dunno her background, but she met the team years ago in Bucharest when they did a basketball camp.  Anyways, she was one of our interpreters.  She is very lonely.  Both of her parents have died and her sister lives in France.  She is a PE teacher in Bucharest.  She and I really clicked.  We called eachother sister, my dear, and sweetie.  It was great fun!!  She was such a big help to our team and to me personally.  We clicked at the right time.  I wasn't really clicking with any of the other girls and I was starting to retreat into myself and all of a sudden BANG!  This Romanian that I thought was quiet and reserved popped out of her shell.  She was a God sent.  Seriously.  I want her to come live with me.  I told her that when I opened my Center that she will have to come out and teach my kids PE and Romanian.  :P  And she is a kick in the pants.  Her facial expressions were so animated and... and... there is no way that I could describe her to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am going to get a massage now.  By two Physical Therapists, so there!!!  They figured out what was wrong with my knee and gave me an exercise program that will straighten me out.  I'll explain more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The World Travelor,&lt;br /&gt;Kari&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30539596-115471485531559223?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/115471485531559223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=115471485531559223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/115471485531559223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/115471485531559223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-am-loved.html' title='I am loved!'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-115446241854947917</id><published>2006-08-01T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T21:02:36.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I Am</title><content type='html'>Okay, I am still alive, but I just don't have the brain power to talk about all the things that are going on. I am soo tired, but am not sleeping very well. BUT do not worry! We have an in house doctor who gives out pills!!! So I am going to take mine now and go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noapte Buna (Napta Boona)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am not going to post ANYthing else until I get some love people!!!  I have posted and poured my heart out and what do I get!?!?!  Big FAT ZERO comments!!!  GAH!!!!!  What to do with you all!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30539596-115446241854947917?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/115446241854947917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=115446241854947917' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/115446241854947917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/115446241854947917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2006/08/here-i-am.html' title='Here I Am'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-115419632958721372</id><published>2006-07-29T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T11:05:29.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday and today</title><content type='html'>Oh my GOSH!!!  The kids!  I have come so close to crying, but didn't cause I din't want them to see.  There was this mom with three girls.  Not sure the age of the two older one, but the youngest was 5 months and was super tiny.  I have a pic I'll show when I get home.  Eeoi!   I wanted to bring them home with me.  So beautiful and so tiney because of malnutrition.  The mom had no more milk, so she was spending their momey to get milk for the baby so the other children were starving.  It was so sad.  (I'm getting a knot in my throat right now.)  I just want to love on all the children.  Yesterday we were at one village all day and I was just so exhausted when we got home.  I din't drink as much water as I needed cause I was not going to use the "Thunderbox."   But oh my!  We played games, had puppet Bible stories, sang songs, fed the children, washed  their hair, did crafts, and loved on the children.  It just broke my heart.  And to watch them scarf the food down cause they were starving.  Yoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a free day.  There was a Mideival Festival up on the Cidadel(sp?).  It is kinda a renactment of back in the day.  It was crowded to say the least.  Oh my.  Mel would have DIED!!  There was a gal who eas dressed in something Mel would die for.  She was dressed in black and green with some leather and she carried a bow with arrows.  I tried to get a pic, but not sure it turned out.  So many people were walking past.  OH!!!  I saw a dude that looked like Orlando Bloom.  SERIOUSLY!!!  Mom and I had to look at him twice.  I almost got a pic with him, but wasn't brave enough to ask.  Then we din't see him again.  Oh well.  I bought some stuff.  :P  I am a millionare!!!  YESS!!!  I have a 1 million dollar bill.  Can you believe it!?  I am rich!!  By Romanian standards.  GUESS WHAT!?!?!  I found MOUNTAIN DEW!!!!!!!  MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!   &lt;sticks&gt;  It doesn't taste the same, but it is still MD.  So now I will have a Romanian MD bottle and a Pepsi bottle.  It's great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am learning two languages here.  Romanian and Northern Irish.  lol!  There are four other ppl here besides our 19.  Three are from N. Ireland and the other is from Scotland.  Actually he was born in N. Ireland, but he lives in Scotland.  Tomorrow we are going to church in Sighi.  Dad is playing the guitar and singing two songs.  Then we are going to Candu to go shopping for a while before going to the evening service in Tigmandru.  I am going to get some handmade lace.  It is beautiful!  Yoy.  I will prolly get some other stuff.  Not prolly.  I will.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'll get off now.  More will come when I have time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The World Traveler,&lt;br /&gt;Kari&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30539596-115419632958721372?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/115419632958721372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=115419632958721372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/115419632958721372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/115419632958721372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2006/07/yesterday-and-today.html' title='Yesterday and today'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-115407135770842308</id><published>2006-07-28T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T11:58:19.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Picture!!</title><content type='html'>Okay, I m going to try and upload some pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7263/540/1600/DSCN0444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7263/540/320/DSCN0444.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! We are leaving!&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;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7263/540/320/DSCN0445.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Back in the gate. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7263/540/320/DSCN0447.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are leaving again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, I am getting gray hair uplading pics. This site will now only be my words. Pics will xome later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am going on a walk. More later.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The World Traveler out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30539596-115407135770842308?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/115407135770842308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=115407135770842308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/115407135770842308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/115407135770842308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2006/07/picture-picture.html' title='Picture Picture!!'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-115410555296214232</id><published>2006-07-28T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T09:52:42.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For the Impatient Ones</title><content type='html'>Amy here, Kari's unofficial webmaster. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who are impatient to see pictures (like me) , you can go to  the &lt;a href="http://www.goodfamilies.com/romania2006/"&gt;Romania 2006&lt;/a&gt; official website and look at the galleries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like they're being pretty good about posting updates there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30539596-115410555296214232?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/115410555296214232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=115410555296214232' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/115410555296214232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/115410555296214232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2006/07/for-impatient-ones.html' title='For the Impatient Ones'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-115399011005644555</id><published>2006-07-27T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T01:48:30.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In for a bumpy ride</title><content type='html'>Okay so our flight was not so smooth as the previous post.  So we get on the plane and start to taxi.  The captain comes over the loud speaker and says that there is a noise in the nose that he doesn't like, so they are going back to the gate to have the machanics look at it.  The look, they fix, we leave.  Start to taxi again, hear captains voice, again.  Yeah, heard same noise, going back to gate. by now we are about an hour and a half behind.  The captain said that they would try and fix the porblem or find us another flight.  We sit for a bit then are told to exit the plane until they figure out what is going on.  So we are waiting and waiting and then are told that they have a plane, but it doesn't leave unitl 7:30pm.  We finally get off, 6 1/2 hours late.  So when we got to Amsterdam at 11am their time, which is 1am your time and find out that we have to wait 8 hours until our flight left.  We landed in Bucharest on Wed morn at 12am which was 2pm Tuesday for y'all.  We rolled into Hotel Confort at about 1am.  We caught a train to Sighisoara at 1pm Wedesday and rolled into Sighi at 5:47pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Thursday July 27th at 11:35am here which is 1:35 am there.  We have finished bagging 150,o00 children's vitamins and about 7,000 pills to treat worms.  And we are now getting lunch ready and then we are going to Tigmandru to start the medical clinics.  Where we will set up the clinic, a triage center, and children's center.  Bubbles will be getting ready here in a sec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have pictures, but they will be uploaded when I have more time to pick and choose what I want y'all to see.  Out of the 180 I have taken since Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to all!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The World Traveler,&lt;br /&gt;Kari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Sorry had not had time to miss y'all much yet.  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30539596-115399011005644555?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/115399011005644555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=115399011005644555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/115399011005644555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/115399011005644555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2006/07/in-for-bumpy-ride.html' title='In for a bumpy ride'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-115367319349041942</id><published>2006-07-23T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T14:01:45.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And they're off!</title><content type='html'>Well, we fly in the morning, well actually afternoon, but we have to be at the airport in the morning.  Our flight departs SeaTac Airport at 1 pm on Monday July 24th and we have a 2 hour lay over in Amsterdam.  After departing Amsterdam we will land in  Bucharest on Tuesday July 25th at 3:30 am.  After arriving in Bucharest we will then take a 5 hour train ride to Sighisoara, where we will arrive somewhere between 10 am and noon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30539596-115367319349041942?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/115367319349041942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=115367319349041942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/115367319349041942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/115367319349041942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2006/07/and-theyre-off.html' title='And they&apos;re off!'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30539596.post-115179875502361988</id><published>2006-07-01T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T17:05:55.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello!</title><content type='html'>This is a place where you (friends, family, whoever) can come and see if I have updated on what is happing while I am in Romania, at DTS and PCYM and maybe afterwards, who knows?  I don't know how often I will be able to update while I am gone.  But check every once in a while to see if I have left something!!  This is the first post, the next won't come for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romania - July 24th-August 8th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DTS - September 14th-March 7th, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PCYM - March 2007-July 2007 (I am unsure of the exact dates as of right now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for an open heart as I prepare for the work God has for me.  Also pray that the money that I need will come in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The World Traveler,&lt;br /&gt;Kari&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30539596-115179875502361988?l=karis-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/feeds/115179875502361988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30539596&amp;postID=115179875502361988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/115179875502361988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30539596/posts/default/115179875502361988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karis-world.blogspot.com/2006/07/hello.html' title='Hello!'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15377882094906286539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u8MzhzxhLI0/TQRz2KqeFwI/AAAAAAAAACA/p-80qv5ZcjY/S220/Karipose_amber.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
