<?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-8458567</id><updated>2012-01-28T08:34:29.949+02:00</updated><title type='text'>amoetspes</title><subtitle type='html'>the meandering thoughts of a random mind...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>198</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-6981007368831006436</id><published>2010-04-01T19:46:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T19:46:08.233+02:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>Ask me anything &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/madstringer" target="_blank"&gt;http://formspring.me/madstringer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-6981007368831006436?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/6981007368831006436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=6981007368831006436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/6981007368831006436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/6981007368831006436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2010/04/formspringme.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>0r4cl3</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-7630897760362519176</id><published>2009-10-03T14:59:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T15:11:11.580+02:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>The children in Egypt have finally gone back to school today. The government has been concerned about swine flu becoming an epidemic, so they've kept all schools except mine closed until today. Since the government schools here often have at around sixty students in a classroom, and since Egypt is not the most hygienic country, I understand why the government took the measures that it did. But now schools are back in session, which means lots of traffic in the mornings, and boys in the streets making trouble and harassing the girls. I'm not very excited about the start of the Egyptian school year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-7630897760362519176?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/7630897760362519176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=7630897760362519176' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/7630897760362519176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/7630897760362519176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2009/10/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-470120541331665590</id><published>2009-07-07T01:09:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T01:33:49.540+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook Friends</title><content type='html'>Tonight I met some friends in person for the first time.  I am a huge fan of facebook.  It's how I stay connected with the friends that I've made in the many places I've lived.  Typically on my facebook account I only accept friends that are really truly friends of mine.  In this case, however, I bent my rule slightly.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed a comment on the status of one of my Egyptian friends, and I commented in agreement with the first comment.  The girl who made that comment replied to mine, and thus a bit of a conversation started.  So when she sent a friend request I accepted.  She is Egyptian but lives in Kuwait and we have been facebooking back and forth for a while now.  We discovered that we have several things in common: 1) our faith 2) we both live outside of our home countries 3) we are both international school teachers 4) we both love to read.  I'm sure there is more, but those are the main things that we discovered on facebook. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came home to Egypt to spend the summer visiting family and friends, and we arranged to meet in person.  I wanted to bring my husband along, so I showed him her photo from her facebook page, and it turns out that they knew each other as children,that they were in the same Sunday school program.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight we met her and her sister at Chilli's and had a blast!  John was a little concerned that we might not have much to talk about, but the conversation flowed quite naturally.  We met at five, and we didn't look at our watches again until it was nine.  We talked about mutual friends.  They entertained me with stories from their childhood, we discussed the difficulties of living outside of your home country, we talked about faith.  It was really good.  It was what I needed.  We are going to try to get together with them one more time before I travel.  By the time I return she will have returned to Kuwait, so this is my last chance to hang out with her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been struggling with the fact that so many of my friends have moved away this year, and God knows that.  But it's cool the way He brings different people into my life at different times.  He never abandons me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-470120541331665590?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/470120541331665590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=470120541331665590' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/470120541331665590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/470120541331665590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2009/07/facebook-friends.html' title='Facebook Friends'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-5242899711213237650</id><published>2009-07-04T13:00:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T13:38:29.352+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Days like that</title><content type='html'>I had a bit of a meltdown yesterday.  Thanks to my mother's fine example and coaching my husband now knows how to deal with those.  He dealt brilliantly yesterday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to cry and he would try to fix it and when he couldn't he's get frustrated and angry and desparate to make me stop.  When my mom came to Egypt for the wedding, I had multiple meltdowns.  Getting married in another country, culture, and language, can be incredibly overwhelming.  I cried a lot and at random moments.  My mother, knowing me as she does, would simply pat my back, let me cry, and say reassuring things.  She knows not to try to fix things.  She knows that I just need to cry sometimes.  Watching this was enlightening to John.  He realized that he doesn't need to make things better, that he just needs to let me cry.  He's been amazing at it ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was great yesterday.  I spent a good part of the day weeping.  Why?  I'm sure there are a million reasons, the biggest being hormones.  Hey, I'm a girl.  I cry a lot.  I was missing my family, and wishing the John could come with me to see them this summer.  I think I was also prcessing the fact that once again things are happening the people I love in the States and I'm far away and helpless.  I'm realizing that most of my friends are gone and many of them are not going to come back in the fall.  And I kept going back to a comment my mother-in-law made last week about how much weight I've gained (here gaining weight is not bad, so she has no idea how psychologically damaging a comment like that can be to me).  I kept thinking: I'm going back to America and everyone's going to notice how fat I am!  Tragedy.  Yes.  Vanity.  Yes.  He just let me cry.  He was good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm feeling a bit more stable.  What is my problem?  I do not know. I just have days like that sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-5242899711213237650?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/5242899711213237650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=5242899711213237650' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/5242899711213237650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/5242899711213237650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2009/07/days-like-that.html' title='Days like that'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-7221785711613621953</id><published>2009-06-11T18:35:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T19:00:01.683+03:00</updated><title type='text'>We are home owners!!!</title><content type='html'>We finally did it!!! John and I have been saving and searching for a flat that would meet our needs and fit our budget.  We finally settled on one a couple of months ago, and agreed with the owner on a price.  The thing is, in Egypt paper work is... paper WORK.  Nothing is easy.  It takes forever to get things processed, to get all the proper official documents, etc.  It was getting to the point that I didn't really believe that we were really going to purchase this flat.  But this week it worked out and John went to close on it today!  Yay!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now to move, right?  Wrong.  In the midst of all of this madness, John and I decided that if possible we will stay where we are.  We are hoping to rent out the flat that we own, and stay in the flat that we're renting.  There are several reasons for this.  First, the idea of moving again is a nightmare to me.  Furniture gets ruined in the process.  We still haven't had everything repared from when we moved in here.  Second, I know this street, this neighborhood, and people know me, which means that I don't have to worry walking down these streets because the people here look out for me.  I don't want to have to start over again with all of that.  Third, the flat we are in now is on the Metro line and within walking distance of work.  It's very accessible, a huge advantage.  Fourth, if that rent can cover ours, then we are breaking even anywway.  There are other little reasons, but those are the major ones.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now to fix the place up and find renters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-7221785711613621953?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/7221785711613621953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=7221785711613621953' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/7221785711613621953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/7221785711613621953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2009/06/we-are-home-owners.html' title='We are home owners!!!'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-1782154207729108710</id><published>2009-05-21T22:42:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T23:35:46.249+03:00</updated><title type='text'>That time of year again</title><content type='html'>Today John and I went to our friends' for an open house. They are moving back to their native Canada, and the purpose of today's event was to get rid of the many little bits and pieces that have made up their home here in Egypt. We walked away with a few little treasures, things like a crock pot, which you can't find here, a spring form pan, and English books. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a strange feeling it is to shop in your friends' closets, and yet that's what happens every year around this time. That's what happens in our little ex-pat community. Every year at this time families that we have become close to, whose children I've taught, who we've gone to church with, begin preparing to leave. Sometimes their company or government moves them to another county or back to their home country. Sometimes their visas are not renewed and so they must leave. Sometimes they have just finished what they came here to do. For whatever reason, they must go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I been part of this cycle for a while now. It's always difficult. This year though, several of our closest friends are going. These are the people who we hang out with after work, who we spend our days off with, who we go on holiday with, who we pray with when we're struggling and when we're not. They were our closest friends when we were fighting all of our government issues trying to get married. They are those people who have gotten to know me so well that they finish my sentences. They won't be here when we all reconvene to begin another school year, and I'm really struggling with that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is: this constant turnover of friends is something that will be part of my life forever. I live in Egypt. I wasn't born here. I don't even speak the language very well. But this is my life. For better or worse. And sometimes this life weighs heavier on the 'better' side of the scale, and sometimes this life weighs heavier on the 'worse' side. On days like today, when I find myself staying yet again, watching my friends go, saying my goodbyes, it feels a little bit heavy on the 'worse' side. I'm sure tomorrow will hold something that will weigh heavily on the 'better' side. But for now, sigh, I will prepare for goodbyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-1782154207729108710?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/1782154207729108710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=1782154207729108710' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/1782154207729108710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/1782154207729108710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2009/05/that-time-of-year-again.html' title='That time of year again'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-3694944525963825863</id><published>2009-03-28T15:41:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T15:52:59.717+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My morning in the desert</title><content type='html'>This morning my school paired with another tiny Christian school here in Cairo to do a 5k and 2k race in the desert not very far from my house.  The event took place at Wadi Degla (wadi just means valley).  Since it was my first time to this wadi, I took along my camera and snapped a couple of photos.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sc4pgICfzeI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Ymj6lr5L_nI/s1600-h/DSC05730.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318233841861643746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sc4pgICfzeI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Ymj6lr5L_nI/s320/DSC05730.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sc4pXkTwDlI/AAAAAAAAAQI/jv_VeCQmQLs/s1600-h/DSC05729.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318233694831382098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sc4pXkTwDlI/AAAAAAAAAQI/jv_VeCQmQLs/s320/DSC05729.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the winner was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sc4ppbP72ZI/AAAAAAAAAQY/lNf6h79OlGY/s1600-h/DSC05732.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318234001637104018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sc4ppbP72ZI/AAAAAAAAAQY/lNf6h79OlGY/s320/DSC05732.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sc4pzSPgsQI/AAAAAAAAAQg/FpkTdeFLl8k/s1600-h/DSC05735.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318234171018096898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sc4pzSPgsQI/AAAAAAAAAQg/FpkTdeFLl8k/s320/DSC05735.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this last shot as we were walking back out of the wadi and to the cars.  Notice how empty it is.  I was amazed a how just a few minutes from my home, the world can look so different.  It was so quiet there.  No sound of car horns, people screaming in the streets, venders with their donkey carts selling their wares, nothing.  It was amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-3694944525963825863?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/3694944525963825863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=3694944525963825863' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/3694944525963825863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/3694944525963825863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-morning-in-desert.html' title='My morning in the desert'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sc4pgICfzeI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Ymj6lr5L_nI/s72-c/DSC05730.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-8046345107863444047</id><published>2009-03-24T19:19:00.020+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T21:36:27.161+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Glimpses of Spring... in Cairo</title><content type='html'>I thought that I would share a glimpse of what spring brings to Cairo... other than yellow days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SckwFK1BlLI/AAAAAAAAAQA/LoblQb78MKg/s1600-h/DSC05676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316833700451816626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SckwFK1BlLI/AAAAAAAAAQA/LoblQb78MKg/s200/DSC05676.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a pointsettia that has grown into a tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These photos are all in my school yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SckpHrhINoI/AAAAAAAAAPo/c0Bj0kEjv-w/s1600-h/DSC05662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316826047005079170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SckpHrhINoI/AAAAAAAAAPo/c0Bj0kEjv-w/s200/DSC05662.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Scksk0Me-7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/LFBEy_EIyxI/s1600-h/DSC05667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316829846085499826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Scksk0Me-7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/LFBEy_EIyxI/s200/DSC05667.JPG" 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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sckq7fwqmDI/AAAAAAAAAPw/2Ss-D4WlXnA/s1600-h/DSC05666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316828036713846834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sckq7fwqmDI/AAAAAAAAAPw/2Ss-D4WlXnA/s200/DSC05666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SckkyfaZqMI/AAAAAAAAAPg/6cfN2PW1n5I/s1600-h/DSC05644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316821284931872962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SckkyfaZqMI/AAAAAAAAAPg/6cfN2PW1n5I/s200/DSC05644.JPG" 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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SckjZKcM2pI/AAAAAAAAAPY/7uslIxszRAs/s1600-h/DSC05642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316819750293920402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SckjZKcM2pI/AAAAAAAAAPY/7uslIxszRAs/s200/DSC05642.JPG" 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;These flowers are blooming on a tree outside of our front balcony. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sckh4wkjlsI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/hSoHYAqodi4/s1600-h/DSC05638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316818094082201282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sckh4wkjlsI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/hSoHYAqodi4/s200/DSC05638.JPG" 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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SckgRMmt8CI/AAAAAAAAAPI/2bV7jr-nkgo/s1600-h/DSC05636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316816314901065762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SckgRMmt8CI/AAAAAAAAAPI/2bV7jr-nkgo/s200/DSC05636.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a shot of my street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SckemUWU18I/AAAAAAAAAPA/wKDLmNhvfGw/s1600-h/DSC05618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316814478733793218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SckemUWU18I/AAAAAAAAAPA/wKDLmNhvfGw/s200/DSC05618.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these shots I took when John and I went for a walk in another part of our neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SckasYBHmuI/AAAAAAAAAO4/xDlRYO9UKUY/s1600-h/DSC05614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316810184751291106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SckasYBHmuI/AAAAAAAAAO4/xDlRYO9UKUY/s200/DSC05614.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SckZVEaQUXI/AAAAAAAAAOw/LUUTG4ZZBSc/s1600-h/DSC05613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316808684839391602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SckZVEaQUXI/AAAAAAAAAOw/LUUTG4ZZBSc/s200/DSC05613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-8046345107863444047?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/8046345107863444047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=8046345107863444047' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/8046345107863444047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/8046345107863444047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2009/03/glimpses-of-spring-in-cairo.html' title='Glimpses of Spring... in Cairo'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SckwFK1BlLI/AAAAAAAAAQA/LoblQb78MKg/s72-c/DSC05676.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-8163685178758933393</id><published>2009-03-07T17:44:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T18:01:58.592+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The world is yellow today</title><content type='html'>The world is yellow today.  Spring has arrived in Cairo.  Where I come from in the States the arrival of spring brings warmer weather, light rains, flowers, buds on the trees.  Here in Egypt it brings something entirely different: sandstorms.  In Egypt we have three seasons: exceedingly hot, cold, and sandy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the 'khamaseen' arrived.  The 'khamaseen' are the hot sand laden winds that come across the western desert and cover everything in my house with centimeters of dust.  They are the bane of every housewife in this country.  I'm quite sure that they wait for laundry day when all the freshly washed whites are hanging damp on the line to come and turn them all gray.  Or they wait for cleaning day, the one day a week when everything in the house is not completely covered in a layer of yellow dust because some poor person just spent hours meticulously wiping down every item in the home to clear it of dust and give the 'khamaseen' a fresh surface to settle on.  Grrr.  I am not a fan of yellow days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-8163685178758933393?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/8163685178758933393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=8163685178758933393' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/8163685178758933393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/8163685178758933393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2009/03/world-is-yellow-today.html' title='The world is yellow today'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-8768436086602706239</id><published>2009-03-03T21:42:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T22:18:56.705+02:00</updated><title type='text'>All this while the cookies bake...</title><content type='html'>My poor husband is on the couch next to me, passed out with yet another one of his nasty headaches, and I am baking cookies so I thought that I woul sit down and actually blog while the cookies bake.  I am going to try to keep up with this blog more than just once every two months.  So here I am:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to my kids in our devos this morning about how much we have to be thankful for.  We have been talking this week about how God provides for us daily. We have been going through the Lord's prayer with my worship pastor's wife and each week we examine a section of the prayer.  This week the section is, "give us this day our daily bread."  And He does!  What a miracle.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I challenged each of the kids to think of one thing in their dialy lives that they take for granted, that if God didn't provide them with it daily their lives would be totally different.  We took time to think of all the things it take to make our lives what they are.  For me I thought of my job.  I know that just a tiny little part of what I have to be thankful for, but I remember teaching in Thailand and how miserable I was in that job.  What a crazy situation that was.  I think of my time in the States after I returned from Thailand when I was struggling to find a job, and I was feeling miserable and useless.  And I pass the big Egyptian government schools in the morning, with their 1:60 teacher-student ratios, and their nasty fist fights on the yard and think 'I could be teaching there.'  Remembering all that makes me think just how happy I am to be walking toward my school with all of my precious students.  My daily life could be so different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of other things too.  The ability to walk.  My days would sure be different without that.  My ability to love, to connect, to communicate (living in a country that doesn't speak your language sure makes you grateful for the times when you can communicate).  My days would be much different without all of that.  Coffee!!!!  Now what would my days look like without that?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.  God has been so good to me.  Living here, in a city where most people lack one or many of the things that I have daily, is a sounding reminder of what God does for me every moment.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all of that is just in the physical realm.  How much more is He doing unseen.  How much more is he doing in my heart.  How much more has He already done to purchase my salvation.  Just thinking of it all overwhelms me, brings me to tears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How good He is to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-8768436086602706239?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/8768436086602706239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=8768436086602706239' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/8768436086602706239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/8768436086602706239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2009/03/all-this-while-cookies-bake.html' title='All this while the cookies bake...'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-314114846609614252</id><published>2009-02-24T11:21:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T11:51:57.943+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain in the Desert and Harassment on the Bridge</title><content type='html'>I have to say, I neglect this site terribly.  When I was in Thailand it was my main outlet for communication.  Now I have facebook, and in this part of the world facebook is extremely popular, so all of my Egyptian friends as well as my American friends and others are on it, and I love being able to keep up with all of them.  Today however, I was surfing my family's blogs and I thought I post a blurb on my own.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on holiday this week!  I love holiday.  Although the past two days I went in to school and put in pretty full work days.  Today I have chosen to brew myself a good cup of coffee, lounge around in my pajamas and do some of my class reading and report writing from the comfort of my own sofa.  I turn on my mom's blog and listen to her playlist in the background.  This position is ideal.  I love days when I can just lounge like this.  Although if I have too many of them I go stir crazy.  It is nice to have them scattered among busy work weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday it rained while I was walking home from school.  My walk home from school takes about 15 minutes at a good pce and it only truly rained for about five of those, but it was enough to make my hair wet.  I was so excited!  Usually it rains about 3 or 4 times during the winter here, but this year we hadn't had any.  This was the first I'd seen, and spring is already coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my delight from the rain didn't last long.  I cross a bicycle bridge over the Metro tracks to get to and from school.  That is the part of the walk that I dread the most because women get tons of harrassment there and there's not really any place to get away from them.  Of course as I crossed two stupid teenaged boys blocked my path shouting in Arabic, "Foreigner, you, foreigner, welcome to Egypt.  I want to kiss you."  I hear this ALL the time, so I just attempted to walk around them.  There were two of them and only one of me which I guess made them bold.  They blocked my path and wouldn't let me pass.  One put his arms out as if he was offering to shake my hand.  That's not appropriate in this culture, so I put my hands up to signal that I didn't want him to come closer, and tried to dodge him.  Yeah right. He grabbed me around the waist and tried to pull me to him.  If course at this point I shouted at him in Arabic how rude he was ans shoved away and got past him.  They thought that was hilarious and made a big scene of laughing at me until I wass out of site.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was ticked.  This happens all the time.  You would think that I would get over it.  But every time something like this happens I get super ticked.  I am making a little bit of progress though in that I wasn't afraid to shout at him this time, and when I got home I didn't disolve into tears.  I stayed angry until John got home and then he prayed with me.  Of course my part of the prayer was asking God to punch that boy in the nose.  I don't think that's the mature Christian prayer that I am supposed to pray, but it was honest.  Besides, John filled in the gap and asked God to bless those who persecute us.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got over the whole, "I'm overseas, so I'm supposed to be an ultra mature Christian," a long time ago.  If I weren't real before God then I would never make it here.  And my being real often includes my being immature before Him.  Sometimes it includes my being angry before God.  It always includes my being completely helpless before Him.  He knows the real me anyway, so why fake it, right?  And the amazing thing is that He accepts me as I am and fills in all the gaps to make me who He has called me to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-314114846609614252?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/314114846609614252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=314114846609614252' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/314114846609614252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/314114846609614252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2009/02/rain-in-desert-and-harassment-on-bridge.html' title='Rain in the Desert and Harassment on the Bridge'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-6415269802749164367</id><published>2008-12-23T16:57:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T17:13:43.670+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin on the Ceiling</title><content type='html'>This fall I decided to enjoy autumn even though it doesn't exist here. One way I did that was by carving pumpkins as seen in an earlier post. Another way I thought I should create an atmosphere of autumn, was by buying a 15 lb. pumpkin and processing it for pies, etc. So I did. I ended up with tons of beautiful bright orange pumpkin flesh to freeze and use in pies etc. all year 'round. After dividing my spoils into several jars to freeze, I put all of the remaining pumpkin into a large plastic tub, and turned to carry it across the kitchen and to my deep-freeze. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hit an uneven tile on the way. I went down. The tub went up. Pumpkin went everywhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SVD8tz-AR_I/AAAAAAAAAOc/JW_fe-RFjVY/s1600-h/DSC05161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SVD8tz-AR_I/AAAAAAAAAOc/JW_fe-RFjVY/s320/DSC05161.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283000226880178162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SVD85HgUyhI/AAAAAAAAAOk/ikTx7IaL7_Y/s1600-h/DSC05164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SVD85HgUyhI/AAAAAAAAAOk/ikTx7IaL7_Y/s320/DSC05164.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283000421102963218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told the story to John when he came home from work. I had cleaned my face, clothes, the floor and the walls, so there was very little evidence let of my disaster. He felt bad and hugged me in sympathy. As I reached up to receive the sympathetic hug I got a look at the ceiling. Unfortunately I did photograph it. It was covered in bright orange spatter. It looked like a Jackson Pollock work. I had to sponge mop my ceiling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-6415269802749164367?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/6415269802749164367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=6415269802749164367' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/6415269802749164367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/6415269802749164367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2008/12/pumpkin-on-ceiling.html' title='Pumpkin on the Ceiling'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SVD8tz-AR_I/AAAAAAAAAOc/JW_fe-RFjVY/s72-c/DSC05161.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-3763931326888432167</id><published>2008-12-23T16:17:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T16:56:12.078+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Shots from the Car</title><content type='html'>These are a few random shots from the car window.  Just a glimpse of life here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SVD50f1SdoI/AAAAAAAAAOU/xesdnuhaoMw/s1600-h/DSC05094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SVD50f1SdoI/AAAAAAAAAOU/xesdnuhaoMw/s200/DSC05094.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282997043199112834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can see the pyramids without going too far from home.  This is while we were driving in Giza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SVD5TlhtuGI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Hs-tyM2JRJI/s1600-h/DSC05096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SVD5TlhtuGI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Hs-tyM2JRJI/s200/DSC05096.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282996477791942754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a typical street in Cairo.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SVD4-H1CbqI/AAAAAAAAAOE/8LLBgdQiC14/s1600-h/DSC05099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SVD4-H1CbqI/AAAAAAAAAOE/8LLBgdQiC14/s200/DSC05099.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282996109042675362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This lady is pretty talented.  As are most women here.  They work hard and balance many things on their heads!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-3763931326888432167?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/3763931326888432167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=3763931326888432167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/3763931326888432167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/3763931326888432167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2008/12/shots-from-car.html' title='Shots from the Car'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SVD50f1SdoI/AAAAAAAAAOU/xesdnuhaoMw/s72-c/DSC05094.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-5994091726590427617</id><published>2008-12-23T13:58:00.024+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T15:09:36.216+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Anafora Weekend.</title><content type='html'>Early November we had a long weekend.  John and I and Heather and Kelvin decided to take the opportunity to get out of Cairo and breathe fresh air for a while.  Heather, Kelvin and I all love Anafora, but John had never been, so we thought this was a great chance to take him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got there John and I found that one of the stained glass skylights in our room had broken. Kelvin went up to try to fix it, and of course John couldn't let Kelvin have all the fun up there by himself.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SVDbpcgWHgI/AAAAAAAAAMk/RgRexOFFnB4/s1600-h/DSC05101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SVDbpcgWHgI/AAAAAAAAAMk/RgRexOFFnB4/s200/DSC05101.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282963867978571266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SVDbet3niiI/AAAAAAAAAMc/c49flZT_6A8/s1600-h/DSC05102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SVDbet3niiI/AAAAAAAAAMc/c49flZT_6A8/s200/DSC05102.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282963683661023778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SVDbSKxSDxI/AAAAAAAAAMU/-GB0o4FGGOc/s1600-h/DSC05106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SVDbSKxSDxI/AAAAAAAAAMU/-GB0o4FGGOc/s200/DSC05106.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282963468080779026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the boys decided to play on the roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SVDZgS5CwUI/AAAAAAAAAME/3emuSK0wUxc/s1600-h/DSC05105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SVDZgS5CwUI/AAAAAAAAAME/3emuSK0wUxc/s200/DSC05105.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282961511755727170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SVDWvlO2dxI/AAAAAAAAAL8/rKKIs-Qh5LY/s1600-h/DSC05104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SVDWvlO2dxI/AAAAAAAAAL8/rKKIs-Qh5LY/s200/DSC05104.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282958475842189074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SVDZyyldB9I/AAAAAAAAAMM/0ahC0d8Zq48/s1600-h/DSC05103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SVDZyyldB9I/AAAAAAAAAMM/0ahC0d8Zq48/s200/DSC05103.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282961829501142994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And soon we all ended up on the roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SVDWbOKWpnI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Drvz8HZUZB8/s1600-h/DSC05115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SVDWbOKWpnI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Drvz8HZUZB8/s320/DSC05115.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282958126051927666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SVDWF1EaWII/AAAAAAAAALs/tUrKjGWh9P4/s1600-h/DSC05114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SVDWF1EaWII/AAAAAAAAALs/tUrKjGWh9P4/s320/DSC05114.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282957758538864770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SVDVFdJADFI/AAAAAAAAALc/vGFVnc0htx4/s1600-h/DSC05142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SVDVFdJADFI/AAAAAAAAALc/vGFVnc0htx4/s320/DSC05142.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282956652604034130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SVDUulSih6I/AAAAAAAAALU/j2u4Xin5I94/s1600-h/DSC05141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SVDUulSih6I/AAAAAAAAALU/j2u4Xin5I94/s320/DSC05141.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282956259654535074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SVDT-nk2fHI/AAAAAAAAALE/B_-9Fqs9XF0/s1600-h/DSC05143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SVDT-nk2fHI/AAAAAAAAALE/B_-9Fqs9XF0/s320/DSC05143.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282955435634490482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view from above was lovely.  I love the date palms, they remind me what an exotic place I live in.  They are so beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SVDcz8tXaSI/AAAAAAAAAM0/4V9P1wcadRM/s1600-h/DSC05118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SVDcz8tXaSI/AAAAAAAAAM0/4V9P1wcadRM/s200/DSC05118.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282965147933436194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SVDerBP0WXI/AAAAAAAAANM/dOekLfqI0TU/s1600-h/DSC05116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SVDerBP0WXI/AAAAAAAAANM/dOekLfqI0TU/s320/DSC05116.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282967193556113778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SVDdGC91x_I/AAAAAAAAAM8/Pv-7Yy1P_mY/s1600-h/DSC05138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SVDdGC91x_I/AAAAAAAAAM8/Pv-7Yy1P_mY/s200/DSC05138.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282965458850793458" /&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;We spent the weekend resting, eating amazing Egyptian food fresh from the farm, walking among the greenery, and just spending time together.  It was really nice.  Before we left the four of us had a chance to share and pray together.  It was a time that all of us needed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SVDf-dZZzPI/AAAAAAAAANc/SdPCHyBvax8/s1600-h/DSC05158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SVDf-dZZzPI/AAAAAAAAANc/SdPCHyBvax8/s320/DSC05158.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282968627041651954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SVDfurF5sxI/AAAAAAAAANU/UxLX4QdG1tQ/s1600-h/DSC05155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SVDfurF5sxI/AAAAAAAAANU/UxLX4QdG1tQ/s320/DSC05155.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282968355840045842" /&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;And way too quickly the weekend came to and end, and we had to say good bye to the farm once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SVDhJ4E_8zI/AAAAAAAAANk/G2s5gVSqupw/s1600-h/DSC05157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SVDhJ4E_8zI/AAAAAAAAANk/G2s5gVSqupw/s320/DSC05157.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282969922694017842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-5994091726590427617?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/5994091726590427617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=5994091726590427617' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/5994091726590427617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/5994091726590427617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2008/12/anafora-weekend.html' title='Anafora Weekend.'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SVDbpcgWHgI/AAAAAAAAAMk/RgRexOFFnB4/s72-c/DSC05101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-6822030249471512696</id><published>2008-12-23T13:49:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T13:53:57.949+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Intro to the Catch-up</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I'm on Christmas holiday, and I finally have time to get on the computer and catch up on all of this stuff without the feeling of guilt that I get while school's in session because I should be doing a million other things.  That was a huge run-on and I teach English.  Anyway, I am going to try to catch up in chronological order. One blog after another.  This may take me a couple of days, since the internet is pretty slow in the region right now, but I'll do my best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-6822030249471512696?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/6822030249471512696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=6822030249471512696' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/6822030249471512696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/6822030249471512696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2008/12/intro-to-catch-up.html' title='Intro to the Catch-up'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-7021107347985290503</id><published>2008-11-14T12:24:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T16:41:40.860+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever... the new and improved</title><content type='html'>I realized that some of the things that I had overlooked on here were complete falsehoods about my life.  They may apply to another, but not to me.  Therefor I had edited and elaborated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Bold the things you've actually done.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will elaborate on some for your viewing pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Started your own blog - tada! Sorry that I am not so good at keeping it up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Slept under the stars - in the dessert&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Played in a band &lt;br /&gt;4. Visited Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Watched a meteor shower&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Been to Disneyland/world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Climbed a mountain - Mount Sinai.  Ugh talk about sore legs!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Held a praying mantis &lt;br /&gt;10. Sang a solo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Bungee jumped - not officially&lt;br /&gt;12. Visited Paris - Someday&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Watched a lightning storm at sea - Beautiful!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Taught yourself an art from scratch&lt;br /&gt;15. Adopted a child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Had food poisoning - You can't avoid it in some of the places I've been&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty - I've been as far up as they let you go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Grown your own vegetables&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Slept on an overnight train - Everytime I went from Bangkok to Chiang Mai&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. Had a pillow fight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Hitch hiked&lt;br /&gt;23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. Built a snow fort &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. Held a lamb - and I run into them semi-frequently as they are herded down the road on my way home from school&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Gone skinny dipping&lt;br /&gt;27. Run a Marathon&lt;br /&gt;28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice - I will when we visit my hubby's family there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29. Seen a total eclipse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. Watched a sunrise or sunset&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Hit a home run&lt;br /&gt;32. Been on a cruise - I've been on a ferry!&lt;br /&gt;33. Seen Niagara Falls in person &lt;br /&gt;34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35. Seen an Amish community - my father tried to make me wear coffee filters on my head to fit in!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36. Taught yourself a new language - My Arabic is pretty rough, but I manage life here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied - It doesn't take much. I've always had enough&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person - My hubby has (I'm jealous)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;39. Gone rock climbing - in India (it wasn't too extreme though)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Seen Michelangelo’s David&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;41. Sung karaoke -In Thailand my adult students thought it was hilarious to take me out to Karaoke bars and make me sing.  I actually just attended a Karaoke Party at one of my student's houses two night ago.  My voice is BAD.&lt;br /&gt;42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt - when I was ten, and now I teach it!&lt;br /&gt;43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant - usually by the end of the meal they aren't strangers.&lt;br /&gt;44. Visited Africa - I live here.&lt;br /&gt;45. Walked on a beach by moonlight - on so many beaches...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Been transported in an ambulance &lt;br /&gt;47. Had your portrait painted - a friend of mine did a charcoal, does that count?&lt;br /&gt;48. Gone deep sea fishing - Went bay Fishing.  Caught a puffer.  Went deep sea diving.  Does that count?&lt;br /&gt;49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person&lt;br /&gt;50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris - whoever wrote this was &lt;em&gt;all &lt;/em&gt;about France&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling - Oh yeah!!!  Love them both!&lt;br /&gt;52. Kissed in the rain - kissed the rain, kissed the ground, kissed a tree. (I was very happy to be home.) &lt;br /&gt;53. Played in the mud&lt;br /&gt;54. Gone to a drive-in theater - &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Been in a movie - do home videos count?&lt;br /&gt;56. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;57. Started a business - have attempted, it's not easy.&lt;br /&gt;58. Taken a martial arts class&lt;br /&gt;59. Visited Russia&lt;br /&gt;60. Served at a soup kitchen - There was no soup involved.&lt;br /&gt;61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies - I don't sell them, I eat them.&lt;br /&gt;62. Gone whale watching &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;63. Gotten flowers for no reason - Who needs a reason for flowers?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Gone sky diving&lt;br /&gt;66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp&lt;br /&gt;67. Bounced a check&lt;br /&gt;68. Flown in a helicopter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;69. Saved a favorite childhood toy&lt;br /&gt;70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial&lt;br /&gt;71. Eaten Caviar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Pieced a quilt - I'd like too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;73. Stood in Times Square - on New Years Day during my honeymoon, sigh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Toured the Everglades&lt;br /&gt;75. Been fired from a job&lt;br /&gt;76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London - I've seen it in Thailand.&lt;br /&gt;77. Broken a bone - do chicken bones count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;78. Been on a speeding motorcycle &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person&lt;br /&gt;80. Published a book - The college yearbook when I was editor, does that count?&lt;br /&gt;81. Visited the Vatican&lt;br /&gt;82. Bought a brand new car&lt;br /&gt;83. Walked in Jerusalem&lt;br /&gt;84. Had your picture in the newspaper - I was photographed and interviewed by the AP after the tsunami, does that count? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;85. Read the entire Bible&lt;br /&gt;86. Visited the White House&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;88. Had chickenpox&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Saved someone’s life - it's all part of teaching the swimming unit at our school.&lt;br /&gt;90. Sat on a jury - Only in my classroom&lt;br /&gt;91. Met someone famous - I guess that depends on what you consider famous&lt;br /&gt;92. Joined a book club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;93. Lost a loved one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. Had a baby &lt;br /&gt;95. Seen the Alamo in person &lt;br /&gt;96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;97. Been involved in a law suit I had to sue my husband to marry me here in Egypt.  Long stor short: I won.&lt;br /&gt;98. Owned a cell phone&lt;br /&gt;99. Been stung by a bee &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-7021107347985290503?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/7021107347985290503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=7021107347985290503' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/7021107347985290503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/7021107347985290503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2008/11/have-you-ever.html' title='Have you ever... the new and improved'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-1140137462911341002</id><published>2008-10-25T13:46:00.020+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T15:22:51.049+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkins!</title><content type='html'>Here in Egypt we don't have autumn. It is incredibly sad, I know, but it's true. Egypt has two seasons: Hot and dusty, and cool and occasionally muddy. That's it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of us who grew up in a climate where there are four distinct seasons, it's strange to live in a land without that. Therefor it is absolutely necessary that we keep some of our traditions alive and pretend that autumn exists (after all it is autumn &lt;em&gt;somewhere&lt;/em&gt;). Land week some of the teachers at my school and I did just that. We decided to carve pumpkins! Wendy had us all over to her flat, where she had been preparing goodies like doughnuts and hot mulled cider. We each brought a pumpkin with us, and we set to carving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQMJ6Sclz1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/vWeJFitPkPw/s1600-h/DSC04954.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQMJ6Sclz1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/vWeJFitPkPw/s320/DSC04954.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261059686687690578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wendy our host dug out the seeds to roast before she began work on her masterpiece. She later dug out a lot of the flesh as well and made delightful pumpkin treats out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQMJuxD6MnI/AAAAAAAAAK0/UTTsF2kCkbE/s1600-h/DSC04955.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQMJuxD6MnI/AAAAAAAAAK0/UTTsF2kCkbE/s320/DSC04955.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261059488747238002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriela's pumpkin had partially rotted between the time that she purchased it and our carving party. She wasn't bothered much though. She cut out all of the flesh to cook with and then salvaged the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately she was stationed next to me for all of this. I was getting a little crazy with my knife, and getting a few strange and somewhat frightened looks from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQMJlkpJSqI/AAAAAAAAAKs/-eApExR8PMg/s1600-h/DSC04958.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQMJlkpJSqI/AAAAAAAAAKs/-eApExR8PMg/s320/DSC04958.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261059330794932898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was attempting to carve a pyramid scene with a camel in the foreground, a tribute to my new country, but I kept cutting my camel's tail off and he kept getting thinner and thinner with each new attempt at a tail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQMJSjHe27I/AAAAAAAAAKk/6UMt8Y2_IVA/s1600-h/DSC04960.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQMJSjHe27I/AAAAAAAAAKk/6UMt8Y2_IVA/s320/DSC04960.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261059003967790002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nichole carved a happy pumpkin face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQMJH3gluFI/AAAAAAAAAKc/dmD7mgwVY5c/s1600-h/DSC04961.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQMJH3gluFI/AAAAAAAAAKc/dmD7mgwVY5c/s320/DSC04961.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261058820463245394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attempt yet another tail for my poor camel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQMI9-mRcaI/AAAAAAAAAKU/lvYNffeJ388/s1600-h/DSC04962.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQMI9-mRcaI/AAAAAAAAAKU/lvYNffeJ388/s320/DSC04962.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261058650567438754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQMIwdIjpDI/AAAAAAAAAKM/d7rxOxApQBA/s1600-h/DSC04970.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQMIwdIjpDI/AAAAAAAAAKM/d7rxOxApQBA/s320/DSC04970.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261058418246132786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We called Heather's cheerful little guy Gill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQMIUuVD_EI/AAAAAAAAAKE/QDK66ixv03Y/s1600-h/DSC04976.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQMIUuVD_EI/AAAAAAAAAKE/QDK66ixv03Y/s320/DSC04976.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261057941825649730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriela tried to make what was left of her pumpkin into a wig. That didn't work out very well, so eventually she carved a tree and some jagged mountains and placed it next to my Pyramid scene and called it Lebanon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQMIGrYTy5I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/_KO3rMtopkU/s1600-h/DSC04983.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQMIGrYTy5I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/_KO3rMtopkU/s320/DSC04983.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261057700515793810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQMH2Yj2VKI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/x18XclJ3GN0/s1600-h/DSC04990.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQMH2Yj2VKI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/x18XclJ3GN0/s320/DSC04990.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261057420586013858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQMHr1lgUuI/AAAAAAAAAJs/M4ccJVMN4Dk/s1600-h/DSC04988.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQMHr1lgUuI/AAAAAAAAAJs/M4ccJVMN4Dk/s320/DSC04988.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261057239399027426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQMHhmHKQBI/AAAAAAAAAJk/-ZyzKvBHnK0/s1600-h/DSC04992.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQMHhmHKQBI/AAAAAAAAAJk/-ZyzKvBHnK0/s320/DSC04992.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261057063446528018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us with our final products. What fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQMHVj7vnSI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iLMvUxGVHZQ/s1600-h/DSC05007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQMHVj7vnSI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iLMvUxGVHZQ/s320/DSC05007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261056856703343906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately only one day after these photos were taken the camel lost his head, and a day after that the pyramids collapsed completely. Tragedy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-1140137462911341002?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/1140137462911341002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=1140137462911341002' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/1140137462911341002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/1140137462911341002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2008/10/pumpkins.html' title='Pumpkins!'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQMJ6Sclz1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/vWeJFitPkPw/s72-c/DSC04954.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-2025263849301287886</id><published>2008-10-24T18:46:00.028+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T15:12:34.000+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Aiya Napa, Cyprus</title><content type='html'>While we were in Cyprus, John and I took a day trip to Aiya Napa, a resort town down the coast.  What a beautiful place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQICCc9tvGI/AAAAAAAAAIk/bNco5DoJMa0/s1600-h/DSC04453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQICCc9tvGI/AAAAAAAAAIk/bNco5DoJMa0/s200/DSC04453.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260769555880197218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         The harbor in Aiya Napa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent a lot of time wandering around an old monastery.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQIB5oH1zUI/AAAAAAAAAIc/ZR-w9r0CZv0/s1600-h/DSC04461.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQIB5oH1zUI/AAAAAAAAAIc/ZR-w9r0CZv0/s200/DSC04461.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260769404256636226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQIBw405iNI/AAAAAAAAAIU/nPe3fAFk7eU/s1600-h/DSC04459.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQIBw405iNI/AAAAAAAAAIU/nPe3fAFk7eU/s200/DSC04459.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260769254121769170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQIBZLZEauI/AAAAAAAAAIE/XRrDKPV220s/s1600-h/DSC04467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQIBZLZEauI/AAAAAAAAAIE/XRrDKPV220s/s200/DSC04467.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260768846788455138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQIBkMbGtJI/AAAAAAAAAIM/zESBIMY3McI/s1600-h/DSC04463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQIBkMbGtJI/AAAAAAAAAIM/zESBIMY3McI/s200/DSC04463.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260769036043990162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQIBKBXhr5I/AAAAAAAAAH8/0wwSOjAp6zQ/s1600-h/DSC04471.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQIBKBXhr5I/AAAAAAAAAH8/0wwSOjAp6zQ/s200/DSC04471.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260768586399592338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQIBAw06IyI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Y1BH7p8UIEg/s1600-h/DSC04476.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQIBAw06IyI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Y1BH7p8UIEg/s200/DSC04476.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260768427340604194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQIArrF-NSI/AAAAAAAAAHk/8GlHcLDnVfw/s1600-h/DSC04478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQIArrF-NSI/AAAAAAAAAHk/8GlHcLDnVfw/s200/DSC04478.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260768065024308514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQIA1kzDYqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/r1tpToDmJg4/s1600-h/DSC04473.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQIA1kzDYqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/r1tpToDmJg4/s200/DSC04473.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260768235133035170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQIAefzDLlI/AAAAAAAAAHc/6ORTQSO1VU4/s1600-h/DSC04479.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQIAefzDLlI/AAAAAAAAAHc/6ORTQSO1VU4/s200/DSC04479.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260767838653853266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQIAOSCvjII/AAAAAAAAAHU/Z1wVVxSQ-T0/s1600-h/DSC04480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQIAOSCvjII/AAAAAAAAAHU/Z1wVVxSQ-T0/s200/DSC04480.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260767560083672194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQIAEVvc0eI/AAAAAAAAAHM/snIeezdxwEQ/s1600-h/DSC04490.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQIAEVvc0eI/AAAAAAAAAHM/snIeezdxwEQ/s200/DSC04490.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260767389277802978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a quiet peaceful place.  &lt;br /&gt;Perfect for reflection and prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQH_4pewKcI/AAAAAAAAAHE/F4uyN61nmjU/s1600-h/DSC04494.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQH_4pewKcI/AAAAAAAAAHE/F4uyN61nmjU/s200/DSC04494.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260767188418046402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coast was amazing.  Clear blue water.  &lt;br /&gt;Rocky cliffs.  Greenery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQH_unknGsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/2M4sD6Vu8JU/s1600-h/DSC04498.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQH_unknGsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/2M4sD6Vu8JU/s200/DSC04498.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260767016107055810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQH_jT0uJsI/AAAAAAAAAG0/pjwW3UbPCoo/s1600-h/DSC04503.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQH_jT0uJsI/AAAAAAAAAG0/pjwW3UbPCoo/s200/DSC04503.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260766821827356354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQH_ZxqOTjI/AAAAAAAAAGs/HeHAtYO9a_E/s1600-h/DSC04512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQH_ZxqOTjI/AAAAAAAAAGs/HeHAtYO9a_E/s200/DSC04512.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260766658037698098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQH_MHwPvvI/AAAAAAAAAGk/LWP6uOfyURg/s1600-h/DSC04521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQH_MHwPvvI/AAAAAAAAAGk/LWP6uOfyURg/s200/DSC04521.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260766423450369778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQH--jLETBI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8YCtLclH2Vo/s1600-h/DSC04522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQH--jLETBI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8YCtLclH2Vo/s200/DSC04522.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260766190292454418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQH-xOHOK5I/AAAAAAAAAGU/hQo56gR-iR4/s1600-h/DSC04528.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQH-xOHOK5I/AAAAAAAAAGU/hQo56gR-iR4/s200/DSC04528.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260765961300880274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQH-l0k0_sI/AAAAAAAAAGM/SVqJH8wZFFs/s1600-h/DSC04530.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQH-l0k0_sI/AAAAAAAAAGM/SVqJH8wZFFs/s200/DSC04530.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260765765467176642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQH-Z3kFj2I/AAAAAAAAAGE/0d9Za3bgQqA/s1600-h/DSC04531.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQH-Z3kFj2I/AAAAAAAAAGE/0d9Za3bgQqA/s200/DSC04531.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260765560110944098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQH8cTsTl3I/AAAAAAAAAF8/j5uu4yS-XOI/s1600-h/DSC04533.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQH8cTsTl3I/AAAAAAAAAF8/j5uu4yS-XOI/s200/DSC04533.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260763402998093682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-2025263849301287886?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/2025263849301287886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=2025263849301287886' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/2025263849301287886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/2025263849301287886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2008/10/aiya-napa-cyprus.html' title='Aiya Napa, Cyprus'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQICCc9tvGI/AAAAAAAAAIk/bNco5DoJMa0/s72-c/DSC04453.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-1070898264847539617</id><published>2008-10-24T18:22:00.017+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T15:21:10.373+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Larnaca, Cyprus</title><content type='html'>Ok, Jeremy.  Noted.  I don't blog.  It seems that all of my family and friends have jumped on the blog band wagon and I have fallen off somewhere along the way.  I promise that I do visit other people's blogs and keep updated on their lives.  I know it sounds lame but I just don't seem to ever get the time to sit at the computer and maintain my own blog.  I keep up with facebook.  It's just difficult to keep up with two such sites, and I know a ton more people on facebook.  However, in the spirit of trying to climb back on that blogger band wagon, I am going to try to catch up on a few of the things in my life that I haven't posted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These photos are from my husband's and my time in Cyprus this past summer.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQH4vwpLqkI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BAq1yvQj_x4/s1600-h/DSC04427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQH4vwpLqkI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BAq1yvQj_x4/s200/DSC04427.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260759339140622914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQH685xUNEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/58FF0NlaHxQ/s1600-h/DSC04381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQH685xUNEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/58FF0NlaHxQ/s200/DSC04381.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260761763952211010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beaches and streets of Larnaca are very pretty.  I wandered around with my camera or enjoyed the beaches during the days while my hubby was working.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQH4lGYjRvI/AAAAAAAAAFk/PVHUz05qNKI/s1600-h/DSC04443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQH4lGYjRvI/AAAAAAAAAFk/PVHUz05qNKI/s200/DSC04443.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260759155997886194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQH4ag3mkxI/AAAAAAAAAFc/BHyszIjt1IA/s1600-h/DSC04435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQH4ag3mkxI/AAAAAAAAAFc/BHyszIjt1IA/s200/DSC04435.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260758974128886546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQH4PD5k1CI/AAAAAAAAAFU/UYWB6NFNUwk/s1600-h/DSC04452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQH4PD5k1CI/AAAAAAAAAFU/UYWB6NFNUwk/s200/DSC04452.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260758777373971490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQH395vPYUI/AAAAAAAAAFM/NjVMplCZ1Z0/s1600-h/DSC04420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQH395vPYUI/AAAAAAAAAFM/NjVMplCZ1Z0/s200/DSC04420.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260758482588492098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are of St. Lazarus Church in Larnaca.Some believe that after Christ raised Lazarus from the dead he came here to Cyprus to live out the rest of his days, and died here.  His body has since been removed, but this church was erected in honor of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQH3sFEAvFI/AAAAAAAAAFE/xODHuh9f1LY/s1600-h/DSC04419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQH3sFEAvFI/AAAAAAAAAFE/xODHuh9f1LY/s200/DSC04419.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260758176390757458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQH3eYGVElI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Omr8ephO5TM/s1600-h/DSC04411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQH3eYGVElI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Omr8ephO5TM/s200/DSC04411.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260757940982583890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQH2_RYQY_I/AAAAAAAAAE0/HZ9cqfeLxGY/s1600-h/DSC04397.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQH2_RYQY_I/AAAAAAAAAE0/HZ9cqfeLxGY/s200/DSC04397.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260757406602781682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQH2xuoSeVI/AAAAAAAAAEs/4RD1PC2r-3M/s1600-h/DSC04398.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQH2xuoSeVI/AAAAAAAAAEs/4RD1PC2r-3M/s200/DSC04398.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260757173936486738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-1070898264847539617?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/1070898264847539617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=1070898264847539617' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/1070898264847539617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/1070898264847539617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2008/10/larnaca-cyprus.html' title='Larnaca, Cyprus'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SQH4vwpLqkI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BAq1yvQj_x4/s72-c/DSC04427.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-8659922283929463758</id><published>2008-10-12T23:58:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T00:00:32.293+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Insight Writer</title><content type='html'>Hi Sarah,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since you hardly blog anymore and since I am still a contributor on here I figured I would let you know about my newest blog project.  &lt;a href="http://insightwriter.com/"&gt;insightwriter.com&lt;/a&gt; My new .com site dedicated to the application of knowledge. Please visit and let me know your thoughts, feelings, expectations, general rants, websites of interest, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fascinating&lt;/span&gt; news, and whatever else comes to mind.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://insightwriter.com/"&gt;The Insight Writer Himself&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jeremy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. how are things with you? ;-)&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/8458567-8659922283929463758?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://insightwriter.com' title='Insight Writer'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/8659922283929463758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=8659922283929463758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/8659922283929463758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/8659922283929463758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2008/10/insight-writer.html' title='Insight Writer'/><author><name>Jeremy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xfkd7NoSraY/SH9o02Oz7II/AAAAAAAAAB4/fWQexOEcxo8/S220/jeremy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-8014406255394692494</id><published>2008-04-21T23:08:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:09:27.410+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last month John and I went to Alexandria with some of our friends for a few days.  It was a lot of fun.  We explored the catacombs, the site of one of the ancient libraries of Alexandria, and many coffee shops throughout the cuty, and we ate great fish.  Here are some shots of the bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SA0EyNOAl7I/AAAAAAAAAB8/3bT8hx2IIc8/s1600-h/DSC03251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SA0EyNOAl7I/AAAAAAAAAB8/3bT8hx2IIc8/s320/DSC03251.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191811206016440242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SA0EytOAl8I/AAAAAAAAACE/prir3wkPHl8/s1600-h/DSC03248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SA0EytOAl8I/AAAAAAAAACE/prir3wkPHl8/s320/DSC03248.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191811214606374850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was on our way to the catacombs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SA3RcSTsyhI/AAAAAAAAACM/hC7dKYl7v6g/s1600-h/DSC03257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SA3RcSTsyhI/AAAAAAAAACM/hC7dKYl7v6g/s200/DSC03257.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192036229309057554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was at Ptolemy's Pillar, believe to be the site of one of the ancient libraries of Alexandria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SBXDsSTsykI/AAAAAAAAACg/X7_XCaosDe0/s1600-h/DSC03270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SBXDsSTsykI/AAAAAAAAACg/X7_XCaosDe0/s200/DSC03270.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194272910837860930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SBbDrSTsylI/AAAAAAAAACo/yA8vhdsxmec/s1600-h/DSC03298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SBbDrSTsylI/AAAAAAAAACo/yA8vhdsxmec/s200/DSC03298.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194554368634702418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SBbLqSTsymI/AAAAAAAAACw/E_bqVPA_-7o/s1600-h/DSC03302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SBbLqSTsymI/AAAAAAAAACw/E_bqVPA_-7o/s200/DSC03302.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194563147547855458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-8014406255394692494?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/8014406255394692494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=8014406255394692494' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/8014406255394692494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/8014406255394692494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2008/04/last-month-john-and-i-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/SA0EyNOAl7I/AAAAAAAAAB8/3bT8hx2IIc8/s72-c/DSC03251.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-246101699100828046</id><published>2007-10-20T16:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:09:28.411+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Along the Nile.</title><content type='html'>John and I took a bunch of pictures infront of our favorite mall on the Nile one Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/RxoVfDDVPsI/AAAAAAAAABU/01C-wt2F1eE/s1600-h/August+19,+2007+483.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/RxoVfDDVPsI/AAAAAAAAABU/01C-wt2F1eE/s320/August+19,+2007+483.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123431149226770114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a lovely view of the Nile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/RxoZpjDVPtI/AAAAAAAAABc/3lpI_K5Jg40/s1600-h/August+19,+2007+496.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/RxoZpjDVPtI/AAAAAAAAABc/3lpI_K5Jg40/s320/August+19,+2007+496.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123435727661907666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my favorite bridge in Cairo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/RxoZqDDVPuI/AAAAAAAAABk/X-XpcQ8pcg8/s1600-h/August+19,+2007+513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/RxoZqDDVPuI/AAAAAAAAABk/X-XpcQ8pcg8/s320/August+19,+2007+513.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123435736251842274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving across my favorite bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/RxoZqjDVPvI/AAAAAAAAABs/2gfDTuVRynU/s1600-h/August+19,+2007+495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/RxoZqjDVPvI/AAAAAAAAABs/2gfDTuVRynU/s320/August+19,+2007+495.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123435744841776882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/RxoZrTDVPwI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eHWmC83pqt4/s1600-h/August+19,+2007+500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/RxoZrTDVPwI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eHWmC83pqt4/s320/August+19,+2007+500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123435757726678786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-246101699100828046?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/246101699100828046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=246101699100828046' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/246101699100828046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/246101699100828046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2007/10/along-nile.html' title='Along the Nile.'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/RxoVfDDVPsI/AAAAAAAAABU/01C-wt2F1eE/s72-c/August+19,+2007+483.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-1650920281580917264</id><published>2007-10-20T15:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:09:29.872+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Anafora</title><content type='html'>Last month my school sent us on a staff retreat to a beautiful farm called Anafora. It is a Coptic Orthodox retreat center, run by Bishop Thomas, and his amazing staff.  Everytime I go there I come away feeling relaxed and refreshed.  It's an wonderful place.  Here are some shots of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/RxoIzTDVPmI/AAAAAAAAAAk/G7zxAXrV2UU/s1600-h/August+19,+2007+428.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/RxoIzTDVPmI/AAAAAAAAAAk/G7zxAXrV2UU/s320/August+19,+2007+428.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123417203467959906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a view from the front balcony of the second floor of the main building.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/RxoKKDDVPnI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WRh3bXl1v7w/s1600-h/August+19,+2007+422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/RxoKKDDVPnI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WRh3bXl1v7w/s320/August+19,+2007+422.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123418693821611634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the room where we met for morning and evening services.  In the evening all the candles were lit.  It was lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/RxoN1DDVPoI/AAAAAAAAAA0/gkrjfmGdRo0/s1600-h/August+19,+2007+434.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/RxoN1DDVPoI/AAAAAAAAAA0/gkrjfmGdRo0/s320/August+19,+2007+434.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123422731090869890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the rooms where we stayed.  I don't have photos from inside, but I wish I did.  They were so nice!  Very simple, but lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/RxoPwDDVPpI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Vl4EqOgL2hc/s1600-h/August+19,+2007+436.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/RxoPwDDVPpI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Vl4EqOgL2hc/s320/August+19,+2007+436.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123424844214779538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful Palms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/RxoQjTDVPrI/AAAAAAAAABM/CI-rx2-IKTc/s1600-h/August+19,+2007+472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/RxoQjTDVPrI/AAAAAAAAABM/CI-rx2-IKTc/s320/August+19,+2007+472.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123425724683075250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the entrance to the church at night.  The whole thing is lit only by candles.  We attended a service there.  All left there shoes at the door out of reverence, and entered in quiet.  The service was very simple, Scripture readings, hymns, and prayers in Coptic, Arabic, and English.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/RxoPwzDVPqI/AAAAAAAAABE/0UDNzA5OAgs/s1600-h/August+19,+2007+468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/RxoPwzDVPqI/AAAAAAAAABE/0UDNzA5OAgs/s320/August+19,+2007+468.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123424857099681442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the inside of the church at night in the candle light.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-1650920281580917264?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/1650920281580917264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=1650920281580917264' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/1650920281580917264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/1650920281580917264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2007/10/anafora.html' title='Anafora'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/RxoIzTDVPmI/AAAAAAAAAAk/G7zxAXrV2UU/s72-c/August+19,+2007+428.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-4322309903981651288</id><published>2007-10-20T14:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:09:30.462+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Amsterdam Photos</title><content type='html'>I finally uploaded pictures from my fabulous new camera that my fabulous brother gave me, so I thought I'd share random pictures with you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way back home in August, I was able to do a canal tour of Amsterdam during a long layover.  So fun!&lt;br /&gt;These are a few pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/RxoFfDDVPkI/AAAAAAAAAAU/n6_YfcJv5fs/s1600-h/August+19,+2007+371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/RxoFfDDVPkI/AAAAAAAAAAU/n6_YfcJv5fs/s320/August+19,+2007+371.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123413557040725570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This orange people are lined up to go into the Anne Frank House, which is the building behind them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/RxoFgTDVPlI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Z2MkhVhDyVE/s1600-h/August+19,+2007+342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/RxoFgTDVPlI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Z2MkhVhDyVE/s320/August+19,+2007+342.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123413578515562066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/RxoDbjDVPjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GIZmLWzqFaM/s1600-h/August+19,+2007+352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/RxoDbjDVPjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GIZmLWzqFaM/s320/August+19,+2007+352.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123411297887927858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-4322309903981651288?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/4322309903981651288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=4322309903981651288' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/4322309903981651288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/4322309903981651288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-finally-uploaded-pictures-from-my.html' title='Amsterdam Photos'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/RxoFfDDVPkI/AAAAAAAAAAU/n6_YfcJv5fs/s72-c/August+19,+2007+371.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-8364851269609037807</id><published>2007-10-16T12:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T13:10:05.446+02:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Getting Married</title><content type='html'>After constant touble since April with paperwork and international law, my fiance and I have finally found a way to get married!!! And we're going to be able to have a wedding in both countries.  What a huge relief! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated by spending a few days in Dahab with our friends.  Fabulous place.  Fabulous time.  We did some snorkelling, some lounging on the beach, and a whole lot of eating.  No diving this time due to our wedding budget.  Maybe next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's back to Cairo and the long lists of thing that we have to accomplish in the next two months.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping that soon our apartment will be finished.  I am living there now, well, more like sleeping there.  I lock myself in my bedroom at night, and leave in the mornings.  I can't wait to have a &lt;em&gt;home&lt;/em&gt; to live in.  It's not the most comfortable thing cohabitting with a crew of Egyptian workmen.  Now the walls are up.  Most of the painting is done.  Doors and windows are finding their way back to their respective holes in the walls.  Soon the men will begin work on the floor.  After that, I think it will be done.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for some furniture...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-8364851269609037807?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/8364851269609037807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=8364851269609037807' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/8364851269609037807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/8364851269609037807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2007/10/were-getting-married.html' title='We&apos;re Getting Married'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-116622742181026352</id><published>2006-12-16T02:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T02:03:41.826+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I live in a fishbowl where everything I do ticks somebody off.  Quick, break the glass and save me from this constant audience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-116622742181026352?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/116622742181026352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=116622742181026352' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/116622742181026352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/116622742181026352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-live-in-fishbowl-where-everything-i.html' title=''/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-116542297950004138</id><published>2006-12-06T18:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T18:36:19.516+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Review and Progress</title><content type='html'>Yes, I am still alive.  I haven't blogged in forever.  It's hard to have access to the internet anywhere, but at work, and it's hard to find time to blog at work, so not a lot of blogging is getting done.  Anyway, here's the deal.  I am becoming more and more at home here in the sandy land of Egypt.  Things are going really well.   I have moved since the last time I posted.  I now have a home, a place where I can relax and truly rest.  It's great.  My fiance and I put up and decorated a fake Christmas tree this past week, making it feel even more homey and comfotable.  The weather has been chilly, which is perfect for me.  It's nice and cold so that I can bundle up in all the sweaters, and drink the hot drinks that I love, but it's not frigid to the point that I can't enjoy the cold like it gets in the USA.  The only problem with that is that we never get snow days.  I did ask God for a snow day this week though, and He answered by giving us a day off due to an electrical fire in the school.  I was just happy for the extra time to catch up on work!!!  I do really love teaching here.  The staff and students are awesome.  Every so often though, it's nice to have some down time to catch up on work.  We will be getting a Christmas break soon though, and I will not be traveling for it, so I will be able to catch up on things.  That will be nice.  I am going to miss my family and friends a lot over the Christmas holiday.  It's going to be strange to have Christmas all by myself.  My fiance and his parents all have to work that day, so it'll be me.  Pout.  I'll have to find something to do.  We shall see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-116542297950004138?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/116542297950004138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=116542297950004138' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/116542297950004138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/116542297950004138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2006/12/review-and-progress.html' title='Review and Progress'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-115867417541937441</id><published>2006-09-19T16:55:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T16:56:15.436+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee Anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DABB99" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are an Espresso&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EAD3B8"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofcoffeeareyouquiz/espresso.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your best, you are: straight shooting, ambitious, and energetic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your worst, you are: anxious and high strung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You drink coffee when: anytime you're not sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your caffeine addiction level: high&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofcoffeeareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Coffee Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-115867417541937441?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/115867417541937441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=115867417541937441' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/115867417541937441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/115867417541937441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2006/09/coffee-anyone.html' title='Coffee Anyone?'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-115795077824599164</id><published>2006-09-11T07:49:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T07:59:38.260+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Rough Week</title><content type='html'>This past week has been really rough.  Our little community here has suffered a great loss.  The staff is all fairly exhausted and emotionally drained.  I haven't been here as long as the others, so my role is more one of emotional support than personal grief.  It's still pretty tiring.  I am having on of those weeks where I feel like I just can't get ahead of things.  I really enjoy my job, but I think it's going to take at least a year before I will be comfortable enough with the material and in the classroom to face a day without extreme amounts of time and preparation going into it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-115795077824599164?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/115795077824599164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=115795077824599164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/115795077824599164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/115795077824599164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2006/09/rough-week.html' title='Rough Week'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-115729696312499455</id><published>2006-09-03T18:04:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T18:23:28.606+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Engagement</title><content type='html'>I have now gotten engaged three times.  The first time, was the necessary cultural engagement, with parents approval.  Culturally it's inappropriate for a couple to go out together without that, and since we plan to live in this culture, we must follow it's rules.  Our parents chatted and basically both gave their approval to our relationship.  The second time was just three days ago when John proposed on a sailboat on the Nile.  I must say the Nile provides an excellent stage for romance.  That was our engagement, not for anyone else but us.  The third time was last night at our Khotuba, or engagement party.  It was almost a wedding in itself.  I had the hair, the nails, the make-up done. Family and friends gathered.  I was hidden from my fiance until he came to usher me into the party with everyone watching, including the professional videographer and photographer who was hired for the event.  We exchanged rings.  John's uncle did a special message and prayed over us.  We ate lots of good Egyptian food.  We toasted and fed each other wedding cake.  It was quite an event.  So now, after all that, I think I'm quite officially engaged.  No questions about it.  Who wants to help me plan the wedding?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-115729696312499455?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/115729696312499455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=115729696312499455' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/115729696312499455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/115729696312499455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2006/09/engagement.html' title='Engagement'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-115598948958067182</id><published>2006-08-19T15:03:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T15:11:29.600+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Started</title><content type='html'>I have finally found a home!  It is near my work, near modes of transportation, and near all the basic shopping needs.  I am pretty excited about it.  My roomate and I get to move in in a week.  We were supposed to move in today, but some things are not finished yet.  I will be happy to move in and get settled.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started work last week.  I am pretty excited about it, and a little nervous of course.  I think it will be good.  I just hope that I do a good job.  Once I get through a week or two, I'll feel a lot better.  I just need to get my feet under me.  I'm sure I'll learn as I go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-115598948958067182?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/115598948958067182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=115598948958067182' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/115598948958067182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/115598948958067182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2006/08/getting-started.html' title='Getting Started'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-115486528421768037</id><published>2006-08-06T14:49:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T14:54:44.233+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Homeless</title><content type='html'>I am still homeless.  I begin work in less than two weeks.  I need a home!  So far things haven't worked out to get an apartment, but I am hoping that they will soon.  Until then a remain a vagabond refugee in my fiance's parents' home.  They are so good to me, but I have that western need for autonomy, and I am really getting desparate to have a life of my own.  I hope it will all work out soon.  I'm sure it will, I'm just getting a little nervous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-115486528421768037?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/115486528421768037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=115486528421768037' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/115486528421768037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/115486528421768037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2006/08/homeless.html' title='Homeless'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-115401406711672214</id><published>2006-07-27T18:03:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T18:27:47.203+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Culture Shock</title><content type='html'>I embark on another venture into culture shock.  This time it's with someone that I love which makes it so much easier.  Language issues and cultural discomfort, however, cannot be avoided.  I am living in a sort of language immersion program.  From morning til night I hear Arabic.  You would think I would learn faster than I do.  Sigh.  I know this process will take time, but I'm not very patient.  I feel like I am a baby.  I can't talk or do things for myself.  I can't express to those around me that I have a functioning brain.  I can't express myself at all.  It's very frustrating.  My fiance's parents, though, have been so patient and kind.  Thank God for them.  I hope their patience doesn't wear out anytime soon, because it's going to take quite a while for me to conquer this language.  Until then I have to rely on my face and actions to convey what I want ot say.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This culture is not mine, and so I don't naturally understand cultural expectations, therefor I am constantly concerned about offending.  It's draining to spend the whole day focussing so hard to understand just a little about what's going on around me or to have the right reaction to each situation even when I can't understand the situation.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People here are incredibly warm and gracious though, which makes my own faults easier to deal with.  Lord give me grace and wisdom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-115401406711672214?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/115401406711672214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=115401406711672214' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/115401406711672214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/115401406711672214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2006/07/culture-shock.html' title='Culture Shock'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-115391442256514382</id><published>2006-07-26T14:31:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T14:47:02.670+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I am actually alive</title><content type='html'>Yes, I am still alive.  Access to the internet and time to post have been non-existant for the most part.  The past three months have been crazy.  At the moment, however, I am staying in a location that has internet, and so I will post.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past several months I have packed up my life in four bags and moved across the Atlantic once again.  For the past two months I have been living with a group in an apartment in a neighborhood in Cairo, doing orphanage work.  The group that I had been living with left the country last week to return to the USA, leaving me homeless.  After a considering several bridges to live under, I decided to take refuge in the home of my fiance's parents who have been gracious enough to offer me a place to live until I find on of my own.  My mission at the moment is to find a place to live before the school term starts next month.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very excited about the school that I will be teaching at, and the people who I will be working with.  I'm slightly nervous about teaching secondary school since I have never done it before, but this is the level that I wanted to teach all along,so I can't wait to begin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-115391442256514382?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/115391442256514382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=115391442256514382' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/115391442256514382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/115391442256514382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-am-actually-alive.html' title='I am actually alive'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-114598388105213570</id><published>2006-04-25T18:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T18:51:22.573+02:00</updated><title type='text'>April Update</title><content type='html'>I thought that I should blog at least one time in April.  The month is almost over and haven't blogged at all.  I'm sure that once I head to Egypt I'll blog more frequently.  So far this month has been good.  I spent a weekend out east with a bunch of my college friends.  That was a ton of fun.  I realized once again how much I miss college and how much I miss them.  Sniff sniff.  I spent Easter with the family.  This was the first Easter that I have spent here with the family in about seven years.  Other than that I have been working, spending as much time as possible with friends and family, and trying to get everything for the trip organized before I go.  The whole thing has its stressful mooments, but I am really excited about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-114598388105213570?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/114598388105213570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=114598388105213570' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/114598388105213570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/114598388105213570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2006/04/april-update.html' title='April Update'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-114357930907015762</id><published>2006-03-28T22:01:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T22:55:09.080+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Brief</title><content type='html'>My time here in the U.S. is winding down.  Less than two months before I'm off to things unknown.  The job opportunity that I mentioned before looks pretty positive, which means I'll probably be staying in Egypt after the others come back from our trip together.  It seems highly likely that I will be staying there to teach for a couple of years.  It's all very exciting, but I am beginning to get a little nervous.  I am hoping to at least be home for summers, but we will see what happens.  Right now I am just enjoying everything, and spending time with the people that I will miss while I am there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-114357930907015762?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/114357930907015762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=114357930907015762' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/114357930907015762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/114357930907015762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2006/03/brief_28.html' title='Brief'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-114314774310817670</id><published>2006-03-23T23:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T23:06:37.580+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Your Heart Is Purple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7185/574/1600/purple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7185/574/320/purple.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, love is about establishing and developing a deep connection.&lt;br /&gt;If it's true love, it brings you more wisdom and inner strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your flirting style: Sincere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your lucky first date: An afternoon at a tea house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dream lover: Is both thoughtful and expressive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you bring to relationships: Understanding&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-114314774310817670?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/114314774310817670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=114314774310817670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/114314774310817670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/114314774310817670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2006/03/your-heart-is-purple-for-you-love-is.html' title=''/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-114272476932189546</id><published>2006-03-19T01:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T01:33:31.843+02:00</updated><title type='text'>EEEEEEEEEEEE</title><content type='html'>Some breakthroughs on the job front.  Very exciting stuff, but I will refrain from details until a later time.  Ambiguities until some things have been settled.  Details to follow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-114272476932189546?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/114272476932189546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=114272476932189546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/114272476932189546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/114272476932189546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2006/03/eeeeeeeeeeee.html' title='EEEEEEEEEEEE'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-114244797718418101</id><published>2006-03-15T20:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T20:39:37.200+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Anxiety</title><content type='html'>I am beginning to get stressed about finances.  I feel like I will never get ahead.  I am tired of struggling though.  I am still trying to prepare myself financially for this summer.  I have this dumb school loan to pay off.  People are always asking to go out and do stuff, and I really can't afford to.  I feel like a jerk turning them down over and over again, and when I go I feel guilty for spending money that I shouldn't be spending.  I want so badly to get out to Denver to see the boys out there before I leave the country.  I know my job isn't going to help much, but there are reasons that I have this job and not a better paying one at the moment.  Life just gets stressful sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-114244797718418101?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/114244797718418101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=114244797718418101' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/114244797718418101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/114244797718418101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2006/03/anxiety.html' title='Anxiety'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-114159691920123255</id><published>2006-03-05T22:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T00:15:19.306+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Misc</title><content type='html'>Life's been busy.  We opened the new store this past week.  I'll be working six days a week at the store and at least one with the girls, which is great.  I know that I don't have the highest paying jobs, but they are jobs that I love, and hopefully I will be able to save a little bit of money.  This summer's coming quickly, and I need to be ready for it.  I am so excited about it.  I talked to my friend about our travel plans yesterday, and it seems that everything is falling into place.  So far so good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-114159691920123255?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/114159691920123255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=114159691920123255' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/114159691920123255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/114159691920123255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2006/03/misc.html' title='Misc'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-114046810076728837</id><published>2006-02-20T22:11:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T22:41:40.793+02:00</updated><title type='text'>1, 2, 3...</title><content type='html'>Life's been busy, in a good way, but there's really nothing remarkable to write about.  So I'll list it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have become friends with a starving Bohemian writer.&lt;br /&gt;2. I discovered an amazing Thai restaurant through some friends at work.  &lt;br /&gt;3. My car was brutally attack by a rabid shopping cart while I was at work in the predawn hours of the morning.&lt;br /&gt;4. I have begun an Arabic tutorial, so hopefully I can independantly ask where a bathroom is this summer.  &lt;br /&gt;5. I have continued search out job possibilities, and have come across something that just might fit.  (We shall see)&lt;br /&gt;6. I have discovered a few new Starbucks beverages to add to my much-loved list.&lt;br /&gt;7. I ate Mineo's pizza with some of my closest friends.  Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See?  Really not much worth writing about.  Tune in for better stuff (hopefully) next time!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-114046810076728837?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/114046810076728837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=114046810076728837' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/114046810076728837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/114046810076728837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2006/02/1-2-3_20.html' title='1, 2, 3...'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-113951350909702402</id><published>2006-02-09T21:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T21:34:09.456+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Phad Thai</title><content type='html'>Mmmmm....  I found all of the ingredients and tried my hand at making phad thai today.  Sooo good.  A taste that I have missed.  I tried it out on my parents.  They approved.  So delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back and read some of my Thailand journals (my personal ones, not blogs), and looked through a bunch of my photos.  Squeazed in between the rough moments were some really good times.  I loved travelling in Thailand.  It is a wonderful country to travel in.  I think it's a really good country to work in too, but I definately had my rough spots.  My two biggest issues were homesickness and being screamed at in another language almost everyday.  I think that the screaming might have contributed to the homesickness.  I am almost certain that screaming and misery like that are not at all common for foreigners working in Thailand.  Thai people are so sweet and polite.  There are so many things that I miss about Thailand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked open today.  Love that shift.  I work with great people and had a really good time.  I am really tired now though.  Why is it that the night before I have to wake up at 4:30 I can't fall asleep?  It happens everytime.  I didn't sleep at all last night, and when I did it was in ten minute clips.  Now my eyes are droopy and I have to stay up and take the kids to youth group tonight.  Might get rough.  I may actually skip CSI tonight and head straight to bed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have less than a week to decide whether I am going to take an Arabic course or just do a computer program.  I'm not sure what is best.  I want to be wise with my money and time, but I also want to learn.  Back to the scales.  I wish those pro's and con's would maintain a consistant weight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-113951350909702402?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/113951350909702402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=113951350909702402' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/113951350909702402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/113951350909702402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2006/02/phad-thai.html' title='Phad Thai'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-113873101476452331</id><published>2006-01-31T19:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T20:13:08.733+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Good books and great coffee</title><content type='html'>So I worked the early shift today.  I love opening the store.  It may be way earlier than I care to be awake, but for some reason I find myself in a better mood and  functioning better somewhere in that misty space between sleep and reality.  The drive at 5am is much calmer, and it's great to be done with a day of work somewhere around lunch time.  Besides, what better place to spend those early morning hours than a coffee shop, especially for someone as addicted to the beverage as I am.  It works for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my day with my kids.  Have I mentioned that I love all of my random jobs?    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished reading a book called &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Inside Afghanistan&lt;/span&gt; by John Weaver.  It's about an American (the author) living in Afghanistan doing relief work with refugees in the year 2001.  It speaks of the atmosphere of the country leading up to the events of 9/11, of the hardship that the people of Afghanistan endured at the hands of the taliban.  It gives a unique perspective on U.S. retaliation after 9/11.  Definately an eye-opener.  I was also a moving reminder that there is world beyond America, and in many places it is a very desparate world.  Americans tend to forget that.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jase is coming home this weekend!  Yeah!!!!  I can't wait to see ya bud, but do you have to go home in the middle of the Superbowl?  Honestly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-113873101476452331?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/113873101476452331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=113873101476452331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/113873101476452331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/113873101476452331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2006/01/good-books-and-great-coffee.html' title='Good books and great coffee'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-113872986616357684</id><published>2006-01-31T19:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T19:51:06.163+02:00</updated><title type='text'>MySpace?</title><content type='html'>So MySpace seems to be the new trend, the place where everyone is, yet I continue to do all of my babbling on Blogger.  Should I get a MySpace?  The only use that I see for it would be to post some of my photos.  I have issues getting photos to load on this site (Jase, help), but I would like to put some of my photo's on the web.  I have some cool ones of far-away places.  Advice?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-113872986616357684?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/113872986616357684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=113872986616357684' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/113872986616357684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/113872986616357684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2006/01/myspace.html' title='MySpace?'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-113872960355514964</id><published>2006-01-31T19:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T19:46:43.570+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies</title><content type='html'>Two dvd's that I recently rented and think are worth checking out:  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Cinderella Man&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Constant Gardener&lt;/span&gt;.  Both worth your time (I think).  Tom if you disagree about the latter, sorry for making you watch it with me, but you're a good friend for enduring it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-113872960355514964?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/113872960355514964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=113872960355514964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/113872960355514964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/113872960355514964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2006/01/movies.html' title='Movies'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-113770625708454398</id><published>2006-01-19T23:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T23:30:57.086+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beauty of Technology</title><content type='html'>Oh the wonders of the internet.  I love voice chat.  In the past couple of days I have had conversations with friends on three different continents.  It is so nice being able to just put on a headset and talk to someone for as long as you want completely free.  It's definately a plus with my lifestyle.  The beauty of technology.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-113770625708454398?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/113770625708454398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=113770625708454398' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/113770625708454398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/113770625708454398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2006/01/beauty-of-technology.html' title='The Beauty of Technology'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-113735890896140295</id><published>2006-01-15T22:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T23:01:49.076+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Egypt this Summer</title><content type='html'>I am getting an apartment in Egypt this summer with some of my friends again.  I am sooo excited.  My cousin is probably coming with me for the first month, and I think that my best friend is coming for about ten days.  We are going to work in the same orphanage that we worked in the last time we were there.  I can't wait.  Maybe I'll get teaching job while I am there.  Who knows.  We shall see.  I will eventually settle into some form of consistant life.  I feel like that's what everyone's waiting for me to do, but something in me won't let me live the typical American dream.  It's just not my dream.  Until I leave I'm just going to do my random jobs and save money for the summer.  I'm so excited about it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-113735890896140295?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/113735890896140295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=113735890896140295' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/113735890896140295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/113735890896140295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2006/01/egypt-this-summer.html' title='Egypt this Summer'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-113700295768634217</id><published>2006-01-11T20:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T18:29:41.476+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I took J's test</title><content type='html'>Does this sound like me?  It seemed a little off, but maybe I just don't see things about myself that others see.  What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extraversion |||||||||||||||| 70% &lt;br /&gt;Stability |||||||||| 40% &lt;br /&gt;Orderliness |||| 20% &lt;br /&gt;Accommodation |||||||||||||| 56% &lt;br /&gt;Interdependence |||||||||||||||| 63% &lt;br /&gt;Intellectual |||||||||||||| 56% &lt;br /&gt;Mystical |||||||||||||||| 63% &lt;br /&gt;Artistic |||||||||||||||| 63% &lt;br /&gt;Religious |||||||||||||||||||| 90% &lt;br /&gt;Hedonism |||||||||||| 50% &lt;br /&gt;Materialism |||||| 30% &lt;br /&gt;Narcissism |||||||||| 36% &lt;br /&gt;Adventurousness |||||||||||||||| 63% &lt;br /&gt;Work ethic |||||| 30% &lt;br /&gt;Self absorbed |||||||||||| 43% &lt;br /&gt;Conflict seeking |||| 16% &lt;br /&gt;Need to dominate |||||||||| 36% &lt;br /&gt; Romantic |||||||||| 36% &lt;br /&gt;Avoidant |||||||||||| 50% &lt;br /&gt;Anti-authority |||||||||||| 50% &lt;br /&gt;Wealth |||||||||| 36% &lt;br /&gt;Dependency |||||||||||||||||| 76% &lt;br /&gt;Change averse |||||||||||||| 56% &lt;br /&gt;Cautiousness |||||||||| 36% &lt;br /&gt;Individuality |||||||||||||||| 70% &lt;br /&gt;Sexuality |||||||||||| 50% &lt;br /&gt;Peter pan complex |||||||||||||||| 63% &lt;br /&gt;Physical security |||||||||||||||| 63% &lt;br /&gt;Physical fitness |||||||||||| 44% &lt;br /&gt;Histrionic |||||||||| 36% &lt;br /&gt;Paranoia |||||||||||||||| 70% &lt;br /&gt;Vanity |||||| 30% &lt;br /&gt;Hypersensitivity |||||||||||||||||| 76% &lt;br /&gt;Female cliche |||||||||||| 43% &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stability results were moderately low which suggests you are worrying, insecure, emotional, and anxious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orderliness results were low which suggests you are overly flexible, improvised, and fun seeking at the expense too often of reliability, work ethic, and long term accomplishment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extraversion results were high which suggests you are overly talkative, outgoing, sociable and interacting at the expense too often of developing your own individual interests and internally based identity. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trait snapshot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;craves attention, messy, open, rash, irritable, likes large parties, low self control, weird, fragile, does not like to be alone, emotionally sensitive, worrying, depressed, heart over mind, does not respect authority, dependent, not rule conscious, not good at saving money, more interested in relationships than intellectual pursuits, likes to fit in, very social, frequently second guesses self, phobic, suspicious, not careful, outgoing, vain, compassionate, aggressive, likes to make fun, hates to lose&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-113700295768634217?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/113700295768634217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=113700295768634217' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/113700295768634217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/113700295768634217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-took-js-test.html' title='I took J&apos;s test'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-113693675216680235</id><published>2006-01-11T01:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T01:45:52.180+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the drawing board</title><content type='html'>I went to talk to some people today about further education.  I really don't know how practical this is at the moment.  I don't know if itis going to happen right now.  I think I may be reverting to former plans and holding off on the master's.  Who knows things still may work out sooner than expected, but it doesn't seem so.  That is fine though.  I have always planned on getting my master's.  That isn't changing, I just have other ideas about how it is going to happen.  Back to the drawing board.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-113693675216680235?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/113693675216680235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=113693675216680235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/113693675216680235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/113693675216680235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2006/01/back-to-drawing-board.html' title='Back to the drawing board'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-113666211234010448</id><published>2006-01-07T21:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T21:28:32.396+02:00</updated><title type='text'>*Brrrr!*</title><content type='html'>Christmas is over and New Years is over, so now basically I have months of frigid weather to look forward to and no holiday to give that weather the illusion of being festive.  And the snow continues....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The headaches are back.  I think that most of last month was headache free, but they have returned.  I have had this one for two days now.  It makes me want to puke.  Gotta love those.  I don't know what the issue is, but I wish I could get rid of these.  Yes, I have had my head examined.  They can't find anything wrong.  I'm not saying that there isn't anything wrong, they just can't seem to diagnose anything medically.  It's just one of those lifelong annoyances that I'll probably never get rid of.  Blah.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really am not feeling as negative as I sound in this happy blog.  I am looking for another job.  Now that the Christmas rush is over I need some supplementary income.  That's always fun.  I probably will just get something to generate some cash for the next couple of months until I head to Egypt.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also looking into possibilities in further education.  We shall see how that goes.  I know I want to get my master's, but I didn't think I would get into it this soon.  The way things seem to be working out in my life lately it just might be best for me to pursue my master's sooner rather than later.  That's all up in the air of course.  We shall see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I am spending with the youth group at church.  This is their winter retreat weekend.  It's a lot of fun.  These kids are a trip.  I really enjoy participating in these things.  I wish I could do more with them.  Right now a bunch of them are playing football out in this frigid weather.  Crazy kids.  Well, I supposed I should return to my shivering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-113666211234010448?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/113666211234010448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=113666211234010448' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/113666211234010448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/113666211234010448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2006/01/brrrr.html' title='*Brrrr!*'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-113572464216674845</id><published>2005-12-27T23:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T01:04:02.213+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A Continuation of Christmas</title><content type='html'>Christmas was wonderful, although I haven't fully relinquished my hold on the holiday yet, so in my little unimportant world the holiday season continues.  The festivities shall continue through the New Year and beyond.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to shop today, but as I entered the first store I had a change of heart, and decided to spare my heart and just go home.  I hadn't seen my home since Christmas morning anyway.  It's been nice having a couple of days with friends and family, but an evening at home may be nice.  My house is crying out for a little bit of attention, especially my bedroom.  It's looking rough.  Maybe I'll be inspired to do something about that today.  Of course then again, maybe not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-113572464216674845?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/113572464216674845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=113572464216674845' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/113572464216674845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/113572464216674845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2005/12/continuation-of-christmas.html' title='A Continuation of Christmas'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-113540685293490474</id><published>2005-12-24T08:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T08:47:32.946+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve Eve</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow's Christmas Eve, and have I wrapped a single gift yet?  No.  Have I even finished me Christmas shopping?  Nope!  Will I?  Eventually.  I can't believe it's almost over already.  I was planning to savor and enjoy every moment of it, and ... Puff!  It's gone.  How does that happen?  I've been working a lot.  But it hasn't been an overwhelming amount of work.  I have no idea how it has all gone.  And I am unprepared as usual.  Welcome to the life of me.  Well, Merry Christmas anyway!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-113540685293490474?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/113540685293490474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=113540685293490474' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/113540685293490474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/113540685293490474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-eve-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve Eve'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-113440962234654747</id><published>2005-12-12T19:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T19:47:02.396+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Insulation</title><content type='html'>There's less than two weeks until Christmas, and I haven't even started my Christmas shopping.  I am way behind.  I have no idea how I'm going to get it all done either.  I just can't seem to find the time to get everything done.  I just may have to get creative with things.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snow has been falling like crazy here.  It totally puts me in the Christmas mood.  We decorated the Christmas tree today.  It's been up for a while now with lights and cranberries, but today we finally put up the ornaments.  (I put one up for you Jase - the hand painted one with your name on it.)  We have been baking like crazy.  Our kitchen is overflowing with Christmas cakes, cookies, and candies.  My dad made this English toffee that is amazing.  Nothing like Christmas goodies to pack on the pounds and provide some good winter insulation.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking into my back yard as I write, and I am watching a doe chewing on our shrubbery.  She's coming right down to our dining room doors.  Deer never come that close to the house.  What a funny little thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-113440962234654747?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/113440962234654747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=113440962234654747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/113440962234654747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/113440962234654747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2005/12/winter-insulation.html' title='Winter Insulation'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-113402134250507291</id><published>2005-12-08T07:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T07:55:42.516+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Jobs, jobs</title><content type='html'>I worked with my kids today.  As usual it was wonderful, rewarding, and enjoyable.  Right now I am working random jobs to make money while I search for "the real job".  The thing is, all of my random, non-real jobs are wonderful, and I enjoy them so much!  If you put all of my hours together from all of my jobs, I'm working more than full time.  It almost makes me not want to get a real job.  Ok, I don't want to get a real job, but that nagging sense of responsibility demands that I continue the search for one.  Until I get one, however, I will continue to enjoy my days with the kids and my days at the shop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-113402134250507291?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/113402134250507291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=113402134250507291' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/113402134250507291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/113402134250507291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2005/12/jobs-jobs.html' title='Jobs, jobs'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-113389135656599896</id><published>2005-12-06T19:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T19:49:16.643+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Tanenbaum</title><content type='html'>My family went to the tree lot and picked out a Christmas tree today.  It was a numbing experience.  My extremities have not thawed yet.  I discovered that &lt;br /&gt;picking out a Christmas tree to please the whole family is not always easy.  Everyone has their own taste in Christmas trees.  I like stiffer trees, the kind where you can hang an ornament and it won't slide off fifteen times because of flimsy branches.  I like Christmas trees that are shaped like christmas trees, not like over grown bushes.  I like them to be tall and full, but triangular, not round.  Not everyone agrees with my taste.  We ended up finding one that everybody approved of.  It's actually very nice.  I can't wait to decorate it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am bound and determined to enjoy the holiday season to its fullest this year, especially since I didn't really have one last year.  Even dumb little things that nobody cares about are huge events for me this year.  I refuse to listen to music that isn't Christmas music.  At work I refuse to create packages or gift baskets that aren't Christmassy (no orders for Hannukah baskets yet).  I definately wouldn't let my family just go out and pick up a tree without me.  I had to be part of the process, browsing and delkiberating ovver which tree would best suit our needs and (of course) my taste.  I even tolerate freezing temperatures for the experience.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Christmas crazy as I have been this year, I have not done much Christmas shopping yet.  First the money just wasn't available, and now the time isn't there.  I'm also struggling for ideas.  One thing about last year's Christmas season: the Christmas shopping was so much fun.  Having Dave in Thailand with me, wandering through the markets, finding all kinds of random and somewhat exotic novelties to buy for people at home.  It was a blast.  This year it's back to America's malls and high prices.  But that's part of being home for the holidays, so I can't complain.  Eventually I will get the shopping dne, and then I will have a blast wrapping all the presents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-113389135656599896?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/113389135656599896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=113389135656599896' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/113389135656599896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/113389135656599896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2005/12/oh-tanenbaum.html' title='Oh Tanenbaum'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-113376188938141056</id><published>2005-12-05T07:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T07:51:29.393+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Shiver</title><content type='html'>We had Bible study at my house tonight.  I think it went well.  We have been doing a Sunday night, young adults Bible study at my house for a couple of months now.  I really enjoy doing it.  Of course we hang out and eat.  That always adds to the enjoyment of an event.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had my first driving-in-the-snow experience of the season.  Actually for me this was the first in years.  I was a little freaked out.  I made Tom come with me and talk me through the process.  Eventually I'll get used to this winter thing again... maybe that will happen when I begin to feel my fingers, toes, and nose again... sometime in May?  Anyway, despite the scarey driving conditions, it's all very pretty, although my view of it has been a little blurry.  The perpetual shivering that I have been experiencing since somewhere in the middle of November seems to blur my vision.  I am excited about Christmas, however.  It will be nice to be back home for the holidays again this year, winter or not.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been working everyday but Sunday lately.  I really love my jobs though.  I love the children that I work with.  They are all adorable.  I have also been working at a gift/ coffee/ candy shop.  That is a ton of fun.  I manage the store while the owner works at the candy house.  We make hot drinks, ice cream, baked goods, and gift baskets, etc.  She gives me complete creative freedom.  I have so much fun with it.  Honestly, by the end of the day I am always left wondering where the time has gone.  It's been great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-113376188938141056?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/113376188938141056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=113376188938141056' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/113376188938141056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/113376188938141056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2005/12/shiver.html' title='Shiver'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-113328919671610716</id><published>2005-11-29T20:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T20:33:16.733+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-113328919671610716?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/113328919671610716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=113328919671610716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/113328919671610716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/113328919671610716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-113278669725662731</id><published>2005-11-24T00:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T00:58:17.306+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Blip</title><content type='html'>I am in Lebanon, PA with Debbie and family for Thanksgiving.  I bought a winter coat today.  It's as orange as my shoes.  I am so excited.  My leather coats just weren't keeping me warm.  Anyway, now I will look like a winter tangerine walking around this season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my family just bought a new computer this week and they are contemplating a decent internet service.  The small-town dial-up thing is more frustration than it is worth.  Maybe if my actually concedes that we need high-speed internet I'll actually be online again.  One can hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to work at a coffee/gift shop this Christmas season to suppliment my tutoring income.  I get as much free coffee as I want while I am on shift.  This could get dangerous.  I am excited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-113278669725662731?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/113278669725662731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=113278669725662731' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/113278669725662731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/113278669725662731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2005/11/quick-blip.html' title='Quick Blip'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-112801489226527271</id><published>2005-09-29T20:26:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T20:39:29.663+03:00</updated><title type='text'>This is so me</title><content type='html'>I took another one of those tests:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Peacemaker (the Nine)&lt;br /&gt;Peacemakers are receptive, good-natured, and supportive. They seek union with others and the world around them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to Get Along with Me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want me to do something, how you ask is important. I especially don't like expectations or pressure. &lt;br /&gt;I like to listen and to be of service, but don't take advatage of this. &lt;br /&gt;Listen until I finish speaking, even though I meander a bit. &lt;br /&gt;Give me time to finish things and make decisions. It's OK to nudge me gently and nonjudgmentally. &lt;br /&gt;Ask me questions to help me get clear. &lt;br /&gt;Tell me when you like how I look. I'm not averse to flattery. &lt;br /&gt;Hug me, show physical affection. It opens me up to my feelings. &lt;br /&gt;I like a good discussion but not a confrontation. &lt;br /&gt;Let me know you like what I've done or said. &lt;br /&gt;Laugh with me and share in my enjoyment of life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I Like About Being a Nine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being nonjudgmental and accepting &lt;br /&gt;caring for and being concerned about others &lt;br /&gt;being able to relax and have a good time &lt;br /&gt;knowing that most people enjoy my company; I'm easy to be around &lt;br /&gt;my ability to see many different sides of an issue and to be a good mediator and facilitator &lt;br /&gt;my heightened awareness of sensations, aesthetics, and the here and now &lt;br /&gt;being able to go with the flow and feel one with the universe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's Hard About Being a Nine (The negatives are definitely me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being judged and misunderstood for being placid and/or indecisive &lt;br /&gt;being critical of myself for lacking initiative and discipline &lt;br /&gt;being too sensitive to criticism; taking every raised eyebrow and twitch of the mouth personally &lt;br /&gt;being confused about what I really want &lt;br /&gt;caring too much about what others will think of me &lt;br /&gt;not being listened to or taken seriously&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-112801489226527271?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/112801489226527271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=112801489226527271' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/112801489226527271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/112801489226527271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2005/09/this-is-so-me.html' title='This is so me'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-112735922015646137</id><published>2005-09-22T06:13:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T06:20:20.163+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Back at Lin's</title><content type='html'>So I'm at Lindsay's again,and therefore I can post.  Jase and Tom are back in town.  Life is wonderful.  I have missed Jase soooo much, it's good to have him around again (if only for the week).  It's good to hangout with Tom too although he's mainly preoccupied.  Jase had me convinced to come back to CO with him earlier today, and then my mother reminded me of previously made obligations and destroyed those plans.  It would have been so fun.  Oh well.  I guess I should stick around here and do something with myself.  I really do want to get out there and bond with the guys at some point though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-112735922015646137?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/112735922015646137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=112735922015646137' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/112735922015646137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/112735922015646137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2005/09/back-at-lins.html' title='Back at Lin&apos;s'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-112671989359899858</id><published>2005-09-14T20:43:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T20:44:53.603+03:00</updated><title type='text'>So I Took J's Test</title><content type='html'>J, I think I enjoy these things as much as you do.  Unfortunately Teacher was not on the list of possible jobs for me.  Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Career Inventory Test Results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extroversion ||||||||||||||||||||| 63% &lt;br /&gt;Emotional Stability ||||||||||||||| 50% &lt;br /&gt;Orderliness ||||||||| 30% &lt;br /&gt;Altruism ||||||||||||||||||||| 70% &lt;br /&gt;Inquisitiveness ||||||||||||||| 50% &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are an Inspirer, possible professions include - conference planner, speech pathologist, HR development trainer, ombudsman, clergy, journalist, newscaster, career counselor, housing director, character actor, marketing consultant, musician/composer, artist, information-graphics designer, human resource manager, merchandise planner, advertising account manager, dietitian/nutritionist, speech pathologist, massage therapist, editor/art director.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-112671989359899858?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/112671989359899858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=112671989359899858' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/112671989359899858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/112671989359899858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2005/09/so-i-took-js-test.html' title='So I Took J&apos;s Test'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-112671894017832445</id><published>2005-09-14T20:24:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T20:29:00.183+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Brief Hello</title><content type='html'>I'm at Lindsay's where there is a functioning computer and decent internet access, so I decided to make use of it and actually post.  I feel more cut off from the web at my parents home in the U.S. than I did when I was living in Thailand.  How sad is that?  Anyway, two of the boys are coming home this weekend!!!!   I am so excited.  Dave's coming home too, and he's bring his girlfriend.  It's going to be a reunion!!!  I can't wait!  Now, time to find a job...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-112671894017832445?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/112671894017832445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=112671894017832445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/112671894017832445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/112671894017832445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2005/09/brief-hello.html' title='A Brief Hello'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-112414190194380767</id><published>2005-08-16T00:34:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T00:38:21.950+03:00</updated><title type='text'>OBX'n  It</title><content type='html'>So I'm bonding with my family and the sun on the Outer Banks right now.  Fun times.  Before too long all of my extended family will arrive and the noise index will increase dramatically, and hopefully so will the fun.  It's nice to be back for a family tradition.  I haven't been down here in four years.  It will be good to see people who I haven't seen in ages.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-112414190194380767?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/112414190194380767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=112414190194380767' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/112414190194380767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/112414190194380767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2005/08/obxn-it.html' title='OBX&apos;n  It'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-112377846123354675</id><published>2005-08-11T19:30:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T19:41:01.240+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>I know I haven't posted in ages.  Sorry about that.  I've been pretty busy lately, which I think has been good for me.  Since my last post I spent a couple of weeks on the side of a highway in Philadelphia helping my brother to run a fireworks tent, spent a couple of weeks out east bonding with my Egyptian family, did dramas and medical clinics in Nicaragua with a team from my church, taught children at an Arabic conference, and bonded with the whole extended Egyptian family at Ocean City.  I haven't been home much at all, but I think that's been good for me.  Tomorrow I leave to spend two weeks with my family on the OuterBanks of NC.  I haven't spent too much time with my family since I've been back from overseas, so this will be fun.  The second week the while extended family will join us.  Some of them I haven't seen in four years or more.  I'm kind of excited.  After all of that is over though, real life hits.  That's not so exciting, but it's about time I face it.  So here goes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-112377846123354675?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/112377846123354675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=112377846123354675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/112377846123354675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/112377846123354675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2005/08/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-111889460092572928</id><published>2005-06-16T06:56:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T07:03:20.933+03:00</updated><title type='text'>sunlight in the hole</title><content type='html'>So I'm trying this week to stay out of that hole as much as possible, but living in the light of day isn't incredibly easy or comfortable.  The hole is appealing.  Why are some things so hard?  I don't understand myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-111889460092572928?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/111889460092572928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=111889460092572928' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/111889460092572928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/111889460092572928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2005/06/sunlight-in-hole.html' title='sunlight in the hole'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-111829103504350439</id><published>2005-06-09T07:16:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T07:28:08.560+03:00</updated><title type='text'>that hole</title><content type='html'>Do you ever feel so insecure and inadequate that you'd just rather back up into a hole, hide yourself, and watch life from the opening, than participate somewhere where you can be seen and are vulnerable to attack?  Eh, but life doesn't happen in that hole, and so I will do my best to drag myself into the light of day until at some point I am comfortable there again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-111829103504350439?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/111829103504350439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=111829103504350439' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/111829103504350439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/111829103504350439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2005/06/that-hole.html' title='that hole'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-111818343478457239</id><published>2005-06-08T01:29:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T01:30:34.793+03:00</updated><title type='text'>sunshine</title><content type='html'>Thank God for the sunshine.  If a sunny day can be this depressing can you imagine what a rainy day would be like?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-111818343478457239?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/111818343478457239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=111818343478457239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/111818343478457239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/111818343478457239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2005/06/sunshine.html' title='sunshine'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-111811896729574166</id><published>2005-06-07T07:14:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T07:36:07.313+03:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while...</title><content type='html'>So I haven't written in a while.  Why?  Mostly because I don't feel the need to share my psychological distress with the world via the internet.  Also because my computer is a dinosaur that is in the process of fossilization and often won't let me post.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I been up to lately?&lt;br /&gt;A million meaningless things that both amuse and depress me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when people you care about add to your distress and you can't even talk to them about it?  I guess you just fake it until you can get over it, until you can climb out of the pit you're in.  I'm not very good at faking things though.  It only last so long.  Sometimes just ignoring things works, but then people bring them to your attention, and remind you that you are in that pit that you were pretending was a castle.  How do you climb out of it?  Every time I think I've found a ladder it collapses under my wieght.  Everytime it collapses I look ridiculous to the crowd of friends at the top of the pit who watch me fall and land on my face.  They pretend that they want to help me but the ropes they lower have rotted and crumble as I reach for them.  In the end I resent their pity, and determine to make the pit my home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-111811896729574166?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/111811896729574166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=111811896729574166' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/111811896729574166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/111811896729574166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2005/06/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while...'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-111707723654809950</id><published>2005-05-26T06:03:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T06:13:56.556+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoot Me</title><content type='html'>Today I bonded with my best friend all day.  We went shoppping.  I hate shopping, but sometimes it's necessary, and it'always better to do it when you have your mother's gift cards and a little moral support.  We also went out for coffee where I think I had most of an emotional breakdown.  Jason, this is what happens when you leave me here to survive this place without you.  I have had quite a number of emotional breakdowns lately.  I am not good at adjusting to change, and yet I seem to be the queen of change.  I don't understand myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-111707723654809950?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/111707723654809950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=111707723654809950' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/111707723654809950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/111707723654809950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2005/05/shoot-me.html' title='Shoot Me'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-111688919799762759</id><published>2005-05-24T01:26:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T01:59:58.003+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is the balance?</title><content type='html'>I can blog!!!  For the first time in weeks my home computer is letting me post!  This poor decrepit machine is struggling.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding this past weekend was beautiful.  Two of my closest friends from my school in Florida got married.  Theirs is the kind of relationship that left me no doubts or concerns when they headed to the altar.  Marraige seems pretty scary to me.  So many of my friends have gotten married only to encounter major problems which either make the institution miserable or simply break it up.  I guess marraige is never a sure thing, but I feel pretty good about this one.  I'm really happy for them.  As for me, well, I have another lovely bridesmaid's dress to decorate my closet with.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm home and back to the task of reorganizing my room, and somehow making it work for me.  I think that culture shock is starting to catch up with me finally.  I have begun to find some things hard to reconcile, American materialism for one.  I have to once again find my place in this society that puts such an emphasis on things, on what you have, and how you look.  I feel like I don't fit.  I'm not as cute as all the other girls I see.  I don't have the trendy clothes.  I drive a ten year old car (to which I have quite an attatchment).  I don't own a cell phone.  Half of me feels like a bum for this.  It makes me feel insecure.  But the other half of me is proud of it.    I'm not sure which is right.  I'm not sure where the balance is found.  Americans have things.  It's part of the culture.  Most people would have no idea how to live without their things.  I wouldn't know how to live without most of my things.  But is that healthy?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself looking around me and feeling inferior because of what I lack.  The battle has begun.  I see things.  I want things, but do I need them?  Am I less of a person because of what I don't have?  Of course not, I know that, but I still find myself struggling with that dumb insecurity.  I feel guilty for that insecurity though, because I realize how shallow it is.  I have a hard time reconciling the things that I have because of all of the people who I know who have so much less than I have.  Where is the balance?  What is the right view?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-111688919799762759?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/111688919799762759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=111688919799762759' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/111688919799762759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/111688919799762759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2005/05/where-is-balance.html' title='Where is the balance?'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-111655971072587881</id><published>2005-05-20T06:20:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T06:28:30.730+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bob</title><content type='html'>I chopped all of my hair off yesterday and donated it to charity.  Now I'm bald.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in Rochester with my roomates from my first college.  My roomie's getting married and the rest of us are the bridal party.  My life, always the bridesmaid, never the bride.  It's all good though.  I like being a free spirit.  Anyway, it's fun to be back with my friends.  It's been three years since we've all been together.  It feels like we never parted though.  So much fun.  Ok, well back to the pre-wedding bliss.  I'll blog later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-111655971072587881?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/111655971072587881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=111655971072587881' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/111655971072587881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/111655971072587881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2005/05/bob.html' title='Bob'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-111643291287101805</id><published>2005-05-18T18:55:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T19:15:12.906+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up...</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I have posted.  I've been running like crazy.  I spent last week in Virginia hanging out with my brother, college friends, and professors.  Good times.  I loved hanging out down there, it made me miss college.  I miss the whole atmosphere.  I miss my professors.  I was one of those cheesey students who hung out in my professors offices, etc.  Yes folks, I am a nerd!  I miss having so many people my age around all the time.  I miss having so many friends around, always having people to hang out with.  So much fun.  Probably too much fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this week I am home trying to fit my life back into the room I lived in in high school.  Man have I thrown away stuff!!!  I have been dumping my stuff in that room and then leaving for a good six years now.  It's accumulated a lot of crap!!!  Some it of makes me nostalgic.  Some just makes me roll my eyes.  I've done so many random things the past six years, made so many random friends, and what do I have to show for it?  I'm not sure.  Pictures.  I have a bunch of pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I am leaving for New York.  I am in another wedding.  It will be good to see people who I haven't seen in years, but I am a little nervous about it.  It's gonna be weird.  I am not too sure what to expect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-111643291287101805?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/111643291287101805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=111643291287101805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/111643291287101805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/111643291287101805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2005/05/catching-up.html' title='Catching up...'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-111634675616122886</id><published>2005-05-17T19:17:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T19:19:16.163+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry guys, but for some reason I can only publish the title box lately, so when I figure out how to post, I will post again.</title><content type='html'> &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-111634675616122886?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/111634675616122886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=111634675616122886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/111634675616122886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/111634675616122886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2005/05/sorry-guys-but-for-some-reason-i-can.html' title='Sorry guys, but for some reason I can only publish the title box lately, so when I figure out how to post, I will post again.'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-111525958112686346</id><published>2005-05-05T05:08:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T05:19:41.246+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Update</title><content type='html'>I have only been online once since I got back to this lovely country, so I haven't been blogging lately.  Right now I am visiting family.  They all got together at my grandparents house last night and threw me a little birthday party.  It was fun.  I got to see relative that I haven't seen in ten years.  Today we went to Philly and hung out down there.  We went to all the historic site in the city.  I really enjoyed hanging out in an American city.  It was so clean compared to what I'm used to, and everyone spoke my language.   Tomorrow we are going to New York to do the Statue of Liberty, etc.  Good times back in the U.S.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-111525958112686346?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/111525958112686346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=111525958112686346' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/111525958112686346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/111525958112686346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2005/05/quick-update.html' title='Quick Update'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-111448009417275679</id><published>2005-04-26T03:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T03:48:14.173+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Shock to the Senses</title><content type='html'>I am in the good ol' U.S.A.!!!  I landed on U.S. soil in Chicago to strains of the Nutcracker Suite and snow.  It disoriented me a bit.  I thought that I had been coming home just in time to begin summer, but it felt more like I was coming home for Christmas vacation.  Winter wonderland!  From a Bangkok summer to U.S. winter, what a shock to the senses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything else has been strangely normal.  I thought everything would be odd, that I would have culture shock like I have every other time I have returned to the U.S., but I haven't really.  I didn't even experience much jet-lag.  Maybe the strangeness just hasn't hit me yet.  I don't know.  Whatever the case, I am really happy to be home, and to be with my friends and family.  I can't wait to see everybody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-111448009417275679?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/111448009417275679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=111448009417275679' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/111448009417275679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/111448009417275679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2005/04/shock-to-senses.html' title='Shock to the Senses'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-111414796849883829</id><published>2005-04-22T07:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T07:32:48.500+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Thailand Movies</title><content type='html'>So the movie people are getting annoying.  I don't like to have an audience.  You would think that I was the one making a movie the way they crowd around the window while I am teaching.  Stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My evening students took me out to dinner to say goodbye last night.  We had so much fun.  Sometimes being the only foreigner in a group can be a blast.  They are such precious people.  I am really going to miss them.  At the end of the evening they gave me gifts and the waterworks began.  Saying goodbye really sucks!  I just keep doing it though.  Sigh.  And tonight is the final goodbye.  That will be rough.  At least I'll be able to leave behind those annoying movie makers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-111414796849883829?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/111414796849883829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=111414796849883829' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/111414796849883829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/111414796849883829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2005/04/goodbye-thailand-movies.html' title='Goodbye Thailand Movies'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-111407118598620835</id><published>2005-04-21T10:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T18:06:30.913+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Making</title><content type='html'>I guess that Bangkok is the LA of Thailand, and that's where I live. Today I walked into the staff room at school and was informed that I will have to change classrooms for the day because a Thai movie company is filming on the school property and they were using my classroom as a makeup room. So odd. The people, equipment, etc. was all out there when I headed to my classroom. I made the mistake of letting my students out for lunch when the lunch bell rang. Apparently they hadn't finished filming a clip, so my poor little grade one and grade two students unknowingly cased quite the ruckus on the set. They were quickly hushed and corralled into a waiting area until the scene was finished. During lunch hour it poured. I have no idea if that disrupted the filming, but the cast hung out all day. So weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-111407118598620835?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/111407118598620835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=111407118598620835' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/111407118598620835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/111407118598620835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2005/04/movie-making.html' title='Movie Making'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-111395813654374324</id><published>2005-04-20T02:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T02:48:56.543+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold Wata' and Cold Weatha'</title><content type='html'>Ok, so the hot water that I was so excited about a couple of posts ago is gone.  Sigh.  Well it was nice for one day.  Only two more days of cold showers and then I get hit with cold weather!  We'll see if I can handle it.  Don't forget that ice pick!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-111395813654374324?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/111395813654374324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=111395813654374324' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/111395813654374324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/111395813654374324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2005/04/cold-wata-and-cold-weatha.html' title='Cold Wata&apos; and Cold Weatha&apos;'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-111392443628103426</id><published>2005-04-19T17:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T17:27:16.283+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Evening ESL</title><content type='html'>I love my evening ESL class.  I like teaching adults.  I love teaching those adults.  I always leave that class happy.  I always anjoy teaching them.  Even when my teaching day at the school has been really long and trying, and I come into the class dreading another hour of teaching, I always leave glad to have come.  Tonight we tackled some confusing stuff.  They worked so hard at understanding the concepts that I was teaching.  I'm glad that English is my first language.  I don't envy anyone trying to learn it as an adult.  The adults in my class do really well though.  I teach Basic I and Basic II, so sometimes communication within the classroom can be challenging.  I often resort to my Grade 1 tricks to get a concept across.  Sometimes I feel really stupid doing this, but they are great.  They laugh at me, but they never make me feel stupid.  I like teaching my little ones, but I think I prefer the adults.  I love the little ones, but I'd rather babysit them than teach them.  Teaching adults is so different.  It just works better for me.  I am really going to miss that class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight after my evening class I went bowling with my friends.  I bowled a 179.  I never do that.  I break 100 only on the very best of days.  I don't know what was going on today, but it was sure fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-111392443628103426?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/111392443628103426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=111392443628103426' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/111392443628103426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/111392443628103426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2005/04/evening-esl.html' title='Evening ESL'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-111390165888141979</id><published>2005-04-19T11:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T11:07:38.880+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Wata'</title><content type='html'>My bathroom has hot water!!!  I know that I live in a tropical environment, and that cold water is usually a relief from Bangkok's heat, but sometimes taking a cold shower first thing when you get up in the morning is not a ton of fun.  I am quite happy to have a heater for my shower water.  I'll enjoy it thouroughly for the next three days.  After that it's home to the U.S., land of hot showers and the home of the brave (or something like that).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-111390165888141979?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/111390165888141979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=111390165888141979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/111390165888141979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/111390165888141979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2005/04/hot-wata.html' title='Hot Wata&apos;'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-111381133641593127</id><published>2005-04-18T09:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T10:02:16.416+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Things The Teacher Is Still Learning</title><content type='html'>Disclaimer:&lt;br /&gt;This post has been inspired by Alyssa (who I have never met in my life) and Tom (who I have known for about half of my life).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not about to finish my first year of college like the previously mentioned parties.  I am, however, less than a week away from boarding a plane that will take me half a world away from Thailand which has been my home this past year, where I held my first "real adult" job, where I have been stretched and stressed, where I have made incredible memories, spent time with amazing people, and learned a lot about myself and about God.  So, to follow in Tom and Alyssa's pattern, here are some of the things that I have learned this year, and am still learning, in no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.)  I have learned that a lot of people hate America, but I am still proud to be an American.  I hope to represent it well and maybe I'll alter their view a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.)  I will probably never achieve the epitemy of adulthood that I had in my mind, but that's ok.  I don't think anybody does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.)  Not everything in life that is good is fun.  Often experiences that are worth the most are not fun at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.)  I can handle more than I thought I could, but just because it's possible doesn't mean it's pleasant.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.)  Understanding a person's culture goes a long way toward understanding a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.)  God does not place you somewhere.  He takes you there and stays with you.  He never gives you a situation that He will not give you the strength to handle.  He never abandons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.)  The future will always be uncertain.  Even when things seem stable and planned, nothing is sure, but God will always be there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.)  You're not going to find a job that you love all the time.  Even in the best situation life brings moments of unhappiness, that's where perserverence kicks in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.)  All people are amazing.  Even the ones who drive you crazy, there is something amazing about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.)  On my own I am nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-111381133641593127?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/111381133641593127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=111381133641593127' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/111381133641593127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/111381133641593127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2005/04/things-teacher-is-still-learning.html' title='Things The Teacher Is Still Learning'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-111364394433691004</id><published>2005-04-16T11:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T11:32:24.336+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Week of Lasts</title><content type='html'>I am beginning my week of lasts.  I hate those lasts.  Today I went to the weekend market for the last time.  I rode the skytrain for what was probably the last time.  This week I'll do all of those things that I do on a daily basis here, and it will all be profound because it will be my last time.  So sad.  I will be sad to leave Thailand, to leave my lifestyle here in Bangkok.  I will be sad to leave the markets, the street venders, my favorite food stands, the tuk-tuks, the elephants, the river taxi, the temples on every street corner, the people.  I am excited to go home.  I know it will be good, but I'm not there yet.  Right now I am in the goodbye process, and I'm a little melancholy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-111364394433691004?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/111364394433691004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=111364394433691004' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/111364394433691004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/111364394433691004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2005/04/week-of-lasts.html' title='Week of Lasts'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-111361887972511849</id><published>2005-04-16T04:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T04:34:39.726+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Night Bus</title><content type='html'>Well. I'm back in Bangkok.  Deona and I caught a night bus last  night and headed back.  Of course the bus left over an hour late (typical).  It also ran out of gas on the side of a hill some where.  When it finally started moving again the air conditioning vent above me dripped cold water consistantly everytime I started to fall asleep.  I was pretty sure that I had had enough of Songkran, but apparently my air conditioning vent wanted to give me one last taste of the holiday.  Oh the joys of bussing across Thailand!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-111361887972511849?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/111361887972511849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=111361887972511849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/111361887972511849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/111361887972511849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2005/04/night-bus.html' title='The Night Bus'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-111347472868035088</id><published>2005-04-14T12:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T12:34:13.710+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Chillin' Thai Style</title><content type='html'>I have been wet all day and I am really cold (it's probably well over a hundred out there), but it's been a fun day. A bunch of the teachers that I know stayed at my friends house with me last night. This morning we were walking out of the neighborhood to catch the bus into town when a bunch of Thai people in a pick-up truck pulled up alongside of us and asked if we wanted to hop in. We figured "why not?" and hopped in. They drove us all over town where we got soaked and slimed by a million random people. Other pick-ups full of people drove past us and heaved buckets of water at us, little kids shot us with their squirt guns from their front doors, tourists attacked from every angle. It was soo much fun, and sooo wet! They finally let us off in the Night Bazaar area where we split up to wander around. Elly and I spent to day in this part of the city dodging water and sipping coffee the local Starbucks, and hanging out at a local sidewalk cafe. We chatted with other foreigners, took pictures of the chaos, read, wrote, etc. It was a pretty chilled out mellow kind of chaotic day. Chiiled out in a literal sense as well as a metaphoric sense. This evening Deona and I are going to meet up with some of our Thai friends to hang out. Should be fun.  Everyone else is heading back to Bangkok where we'll be heading tomorrow night.  Yuk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-111347472868035088?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/111347472868035088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=111347472868035088' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/111347472868035088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/111347472868035088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2005/04/chillin-thai-style.html' title='Chillin&apos; Thai Style'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-111338653010100584</id><published>2005-04-13T11:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T12:03:03.136+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Climatization</title><content type='html'>I think I must have finally climatized (or whatever the term is). This morning I found myself sitting on my friend's porch sipping my hot coffee and thinking "my, it's comfortably cool this morning." Well, then I looked at their thermometer which is in the shade, and it read 90 degrees. It was only maybe ten in the morning, so it hadn't gotten over a hundred yet, but it was still 90 and I thought that was cool!!! What am I going to do when I have to adjust to North American weather? Somebody bring an icepick to the airport to chip away at me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-111338653010100584?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/111338653010100584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=111338653010100584' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/111338653010100584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/111338653010100584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2005/04/climatization.html' title='Climatization'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-111338590019250054</id><published>2005-04-13T11:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T11:51:40.193+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dripping in the Net Cafe</title><content type='html'>I said my tearful goodbyes to the friends whose house I am staying at today.  They left for a family holiday, and I am staying at their house.  I didn't realize that saying goodbye was going to be so difficult.  I have been through a lot with that family though, everything from our very trying work situation, to First Christmas in Thailand, to Fields of dead bodies after the tsunami.  I don't think I would have made it through this year with out that family, and I am really going to miss them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am dripping in a net cafe in town.  Let me tell you how difficult a simple tast like catching a bus to Starbucks can become in the midst of a nation-wide water war!  Chiang Mai is chaos right now.  It's so funny!  Don't step out your front door unless you are ready to participate.  Nobody's shy about it either.   Pick-up trucks with huge barrels of water and tons of people are driving around everywhere just nailing people with water.  Parents have their children armed with super-soakers in the front yard ready to blast any passers-by.  People are hanging off of the backs of songtaus with huge water guns strapped to themsleves as if they are part of a special songtau military.  Tuk-tuk and motorcycle taxi rides are a bit dangerous right now with the amount of water flying through the air from any given direction at any given time.  And of course everyone want a chance to get the farong.  Sometimes standing out in the crowd is not an asset, but I guess it does make things interesting -- and a lot of fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-111338590019250054?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/111338590019250054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=111338590019250054' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/111338590019250054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/111338590019250054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2005/04/dripping-in-net-cafe.html' title='Dripping in the Net Cafe'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-111320840874491402</id><published>2005-04-11T10:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T10:37:57.186+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the Water Wars Begin</title><content type='html'>I don't know if I've ever mentioned it or not, but I love Chiang Mai! I guess it may be evident in the fact that I come here everytime I have a break, and I rave about it to all of my friends. I love this city!!! It is beautiful, Thai, and smaller than Bangkok, but it still has all the comforts of home. It's a great place and if I ever move back to Thailand, I am moving to this area. So far my time here has been totally relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I got to hang out with some of my Thai friends and a few of my farong friends as well. I went to church twice (once in English, and once in Thai), and I did some shopping at the famous Chiang Mai Night Bazaar. Why doesn't the U.S. have markets? Man am I gonna miss those!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I have been roaming around, being lazy, shopping a little, stopping at little cafe's, talking to people, and just enjoying the city - oh yeah, and dodging the occaissional onslaught of water. The festivities haven't gotten into full swing yet, but they have begun, my very damp shirt testifies to that fact. Mostly little kids have gotten me. So Much Fun! I hear them plotting against me as soon I am in sight. They chatter away in Thai.  "Hey, look, it's a foreigner. Let's get her wet."  With my very elementary understanding of the Thai language, I can still understand this much. So I know what's coming, and of course I appear to be absolutely horrified as adorable little Thai children come running at me from their hiding places with buckets of water and squirt guns. I act like I am trying to out run them as they giggle and chase me, squirting away. Eventually I decide that I really am wet enough and I do out run them effectively, leaving them giggling amongst themselves proudly with a "We got her!" attitude. I am sure that halfway through the week this will get annoying, but right now it's so cute. So fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-111320840874491402?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/111320840874491402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=111320840874491402' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/111320840874491402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/111320840874491402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2005/04/let-water-wars-begin.html' title='Let the Water Wars Begin'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-111303797175870057</id><published>2005-04-09T11:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T11:12:51.756+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Songkran Here I Come!</title><content type='html'>Tonight I am off for Chiang Mai.  I am hoping to spend the week visiting with all of my friends from the north and several from Bangkok who will be in the north.  I'll probably spend most of the week dripping, because this week is the Songkran Festival, a week-long, nationwide water fight from which no one escapes unscathed, or should I say unbathed.  I have heard that it's pretty crazy, and I can foresee it getting a little annoying at times, but hopefully I'll have a good week anyway.  Relaxation is what I'm aiming at, but in order to do that I may have to hide in my friends' house.  We shall see how it goes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-111303797175870057?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/111303797175870057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=111303797175870057' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/111303797175870057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/111303797175870057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2005/04/songkran-here-i-come.html' title='Songkran Here I Come!'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-111283728530966922</id><published>2005-04-07T03:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T03:28:05.310+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast Guest</title><content type='html'>I didn't sleep well last night, so I got up a little early and went upstairs to make my morning coffee.  While I was preparing my coffee I heard some scratching noises coming from under one of the cupboards.  I figured it was just one of the friendly neighborhood lizards.  They run around in all shapes and sizes and never bother anything so I ignored it and forgot about it.  I forgot about it, that is, until I absent-mindedly walked toward that cupboard and frightened a mid-sized rat-type creature out of it's hiding place.  I was caught off guard, so (brain child that I am) I walked toward it's alternate place of refuge to make sure I had really seen a rat.  Of course the gray creature with an ugly tail was a little nervous that a frighteningly large giant was following it.  It broke free of it's second hiding place and went zig-zagging all around the kitchen bouncing off of things in the process.  As it was panicking all over the kitchen I came to my senses and panicked a bit with it.  Basically I just jumped on a chair and watched it blaze it's little trail until it disappeared.  After it was gone I climbed off of my chair and thought how nice was is to have company at breakfast in the morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-111283728530966922?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/111283728530966922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=111283728530966922' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/111283728530966922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/111283728530966922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2005/04/breakfast-guest.html' title='Breakfast Guest'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-111280004652934693</id><published>2005-04-06T16:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T17:10:25.266+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Culture Shock Prequel</title><content type='html'>Today was a random holiday in the middle of the week. It was kind of nice though because it fell right when my roommate was back in town for the day. We got to hang out together and just chill. Tonight we went to a movie with some of our Thai friends. One of them drove. It was so nice to be in a person's car rather than a taxi, tuk-tuk, bus, boat, songtau, skytrain, subway, or any of the other random modes of transportation that I take to get around this city. Those are all cool, I don't mind them. They're can sometimes be quite an experience, but I found myself sitting in TDum's car this evening thinking "oh yeah, this is what it feels like." We had control of the radio. We had control of where we wanted to go. It was just our group of friends and nobody who we didn't know. It sounds weird, but I had forgotten what that feels like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go home in two and a half weeks, and I think that I am going to discover a lot of things that I had forgotten. Bangkok is no longer foreign to me. It doesn't have hometown familiarity, but I am used to it. It's still an adventure everyday, but it's an adventure that doesn't throw me off quite as often as it did when I first got here. When I get home I'll realize how many things I've gotten used to here. What a weird though. Culture shock here I come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-111280004652934693?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/111280004652934693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=111280004652934693' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/111280004652934693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/111280004652934693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2005/04/culture-shock-prequel.html' title='Culture Shock Prequel'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-111266339230482861</id><published>2005-04-05T02:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T03:09:52.303+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Thai Massage</title><content type='html'>So I finally went for a massage here.  Thailand is known for their massages, but I've always been a little afraid of them.  I went last night with two of my friends to a place on my friend's soi.  What I thought would be a nice time of quiet relaxation ended up being neighborhood gossip time in the buff with all of the ladies on the soi.  Funny stuff.  And all of that chatter was in Thai, so once again I had an opportunity to work on my language skills.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-111266339230482861?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/111266339230482861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=111266339230482861' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/111266339230482861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/111266339230482861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2005/04/thai-massage.html' title='Thai Massage'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-111254014966776368</id><published>2005-04-03T16:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T16:55:49.670+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Clouds and Contemplation</title><content type='html'>It stormed today. The thunder cracked louder than I have heard in months and it poured. The weather matched my mood. I said goodbye to so many people today. I was a little depressed, a little lonely. This place is far too quiet now. I don't know how to handle it. I'm sure my class full of rambunctious six and seven-year-olds will snap me out of my cloud of gloom first thing tomorrow morning. I am starting back to my evening classes as well. At least I'll be really busy for my last three weeks here. I'm sure it will be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his prayer at the beginning of today's sermon, my pastor said, "Lord thank You that the whole earth is yours and all that is in it, and that when our eyes are closed in prayer, that is when we see all that we truly possess." What a true statement. Everything in this world that we consider ours can be taken from us in an instant. Nothing tangible is eternal. Only the sacred hope that we have in Christ is lasting. It's a good reminder to hold lightly to what we have on earth, and to set our priorities on the eternal.  Something that I certainly struggle with.  Something to ponder and work on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-111254014966776368?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/111254014966776368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=111254014966776368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/111254014966776368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/111254014966776368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2005/04/clouds-and-contemplation.html' title='Clouds and Contemplation'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-111243519848930983</id><published>2005-04-02T11:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T11:46:38.490+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Starbucks</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Starbucks taught me how to use thier equiptment and offered me a job.  Unfortunately I will soon be moving and will not be able to take it.  If the job had been offered in August I probably would have taken it simply to be surrounded by coffee on a regular basis.  Good thing it wasn't.  I was a pretty neurotic mess this year with only one job.  Could you imagine adding another job to that and then pumping me with more caffine than I already have in my body on a daily basis?  Yeesh.  Not a very good thought.  I made a pretty darn good latte though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to the market with my friends.  Man did I spend the baht!  I got wedding presents and miscellaneuos other things.  It was a productive trip, and fun, but man was it hot!  The heat index today is up above 120 again.  I am really looking forward to getting back to the States for spring weather!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-111243519848930983?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/111243519848930983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=111243519848930983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/111243519848930983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/111243519848930983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2005/04/starbucks.html' title='Starbucks'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-111219835093049083</id><published>2005-03-30T17:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T18:03:07.850+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner Entertainment</title><content type='html'>So teaching summer school has been really good so far.  My kids have been really cute.  Some of them know no English whatsoever, but some are really good.  Basically I'm just teaching conversation and phonics.  Today we learned the polite way to respond in English if somebody sneezes.  I had a class full of first and second graders sneezing their little hearts out.   They were so funny.  We had a lot of fun with it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening my friends and I went to the mall and to Khao San Road.  Khao San is such a backpackers haven.  All the European tourists who are doing the southeast Asia loop stay there while they are in Bangkok.  It's a cheap place to stay and a good shopping area.  The markets there have all kinds of random things that foreign tourists want.  It's definitley a different atmosphere from the markets here where I live though.  It's nice to go there and eat western food, and mingle with so many random people, but the atmosphere there is much more jaded and harsh than it is here in my neighborhood.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight my friends and I ate at a really good Italian restaurant on Khao San.  The table that we sat at was out on the sidewalk.  An adorable ten-year-old boy came to our table trying to sell us roses, and ended up spending the evening there.  I practiced all of my Thai on him and he entertained us with coin tricks.  My friend bought him ice cream and he made himself at home at our table.  He was SOOO cute!  We had a really good time playing with him until he finally got shewed away by a local cop.  Of course we each bought a rose from him before he left.  I gave mine to another vender's daughter who was also very adorable.  Fun times.  It's moments like those I'll miss when I leave Thailand.  Evening like that make this place special.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-111219835093049083?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/111219835093049083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=111219835093049083' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/111219835093049083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/111219835093049083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2005/03/dinner-entertainment.html' title='Dinner Entertainment'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-111201076791399091</id><published>2005-03-28T13:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T13:52:47.916+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, Monday</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was Easter Sunday, and all of the farong staff got together for a big dinner to celebrate.  It was a lot of fun, but bittersweet.  It was our Last Supper.  This week everyone is cleaning out their classrooms, homes, and dispersing for random places on the globe.  Bittersweet.  We are all a little sad to see this year end, but I think most of us are pretty excited for whatever is next.  I'll be sad to see everyone go.  I'll miss everyone.  This month is going to be so quiet!  I think it'll be good though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started teaching summer school today.  It was good.  I am teaching first and second grades.  I only have fifteen students in my class though, and they are really good.  I am kind of happy to be back in the classroom.  I enjoyed my break immensely, but it's good to be back to work, and the work environment here, though sometimes chaotic, is much easier to deal with than the last one.  My students seem to be pretty cute too.  I am sure this month will be a good one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-111201076791399091?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/111201076791399091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=111201076791399091' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/111201076791399091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/111201076791399091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2005/03/monday-monday.html' title='Monday, Monday'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-111190704683981293</id><published>2005-03-27T09:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T09:04:06.840+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter!!!</title><content type='html'>Love that I am loved by a living God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-111190704683981293?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/111190704683981293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=111190704683981293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/111190704683981293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/111190704683981293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2005/03/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!!!'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-111173805177517133</id><published>2005-03-25T10:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T10:07:31.776+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Good Friday</title><content type='html'>A perfect day to reflect on how much we have to be thankful for, how blessed we really are...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-111173805177517133?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/111173805177517133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=111173805177517133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/111173805177517133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/111173805177517133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2005/03/happy-good-friday.html' title='Happy Good Friday'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-111166392888128904</id><published>2005-03-24T13:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T13:32:08.883+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>So many things have been good lately.  I am enjoying life so much right now.  It's almost frightening to me, but I know I should just enjoy the good times and not worry about the bad.  I went back and read my journals from the past six months today.  I was really depressed for a while.  I was truly miserable.  Now I am having a great time and really enjoying things here.  It's crazy how things change.  Monday I have to start teaching summer school here at GES. Hopefully teaching here will be different from teaching at the other school.  Hopefully it will go well.  I think that it will be good, but I always get a little nervous when I am about to start something new.  Only one more month left here in Thailand!  I can't believe it.  Time is going by so quickly.  Oh I hope the rest of my time here is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-111166392888128904?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/111166392888128904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=111166392888128904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/111166392888128904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/111166392888128904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2005/03/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-111154772589031076</id><published>2005-03-23T04:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T05:15:25.893+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lists</title><content type='html'>I have been thinking a little about Jeremy's Death Clock blog, and about the idea of making a list of things that I want to accomplish  before I die.  Right now I am looking at the future with no clue as to what I am going to do next, or ever for that matter.  The thing is I always come to this point where I am looking ahead at a blank future, and I never have a list to refer to to figure out what to do next, but God always lets me know what He wants me to do.  I decided that I don't want to make a serious list.  I always make little lists of random thing that would be cool to do in life, but none of them too serious.  I think though, that that's a good thing, because I want to be open to whatever God wants me to do, and not get too focussed on things that I had set out to accomplish.  It's worked out alright for me so far.  I've gotten to live in random places and do random things that I would have never put on a list of my own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-111154772589031076?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/111154772589031076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=111154772589031076' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/111154772589031076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/111154772589031076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2005/03/lists.html' title='Lists'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458567.post-111131766987545261</id><published>2005-03-20T12:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T13:21:09.876+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tsunami Stuff</title><content type='html'>This past week was amazing.  It was a trip that combined Campus Crusaders from universities all over the U.S. with Crusaders from universities from all over Thailand.  The combination was incredible.  This was why I came to Thailand.  This week represents what I love about being in places like this.  It was truly amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were more than 300 of us, American, Thai, and a smattering of other nationalities.  We broke into three major teams and various subteams.  The three teams went to three different locations.  One team went to an island that had been completely destroyed by the tsunami.  They spent the week clearing debris and doing whatever they could to help the villagers who were displaced from the island by the waves.  Another team worked within a fishing village on the mainland, clearing debris, repairing houses, and doing whatever the villagers needed.  The team that I was on worked alongside a tribe of sea gypsies to building a village from the ground up.  They had nothing left to even salvage after the waves, so the village that we worked at was being built from scratch.  My meanial job was to run the skill saw.  I spent most of my time measuring and cutting siding boards.  I really enjoyed it though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't get as much done as I would have liked to.  When we first got there things were pretty unorganized and communication was a little difficult, but soon we got a system going and communication improved.  Even at the beginning when the foreigners and the Thai were learning to work together and struggling a lttle with communication, everyone was incredibly patient and kind.  Watching everyone work together was great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, work was cut short because of another tsunami scare.  Apparently there was another earthquake in Indonesia.  Somebody phoned the info down to us on the site and everyone headed for the busses and headed out.  When one of my team members told me about it, I laughed, rolled my eyes at her and kept working.  I totally thought that she was just being stupid.  Then I saw everyone running, and I figured that I should follow so that I at least had a ride back to where we were staying.  The scare was nothing more than a scare, and I know it happens down there all the time now.  Most of us weren't bothered about it, but a few people were a little shaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tribe itself was living in tents and temporary housing constructed from various peices of debris in an area a little ways from our worksite.  We were able to spend time with them after work on several of the days.  The people there were so gracious in recieving us into whatever form of home they had.  I felt like I really made friends with one family in the village.  I definately had an opportunity to work on my Thai language skills.  I loved using as much of the language as I could.  We really wanted to let them know that we care, and that God cares.  I hope we were able to show them the kind of love and hope that they need right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so good to be back in the same area where I was right after the waves hit.  It was good to see improvement.  It was good to see rebuilding, to see new life spring up where in December I had seen the worst death and destruction of my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, this is what I came to Thailand for.  This is why I will be sad to leave.  Doing things like what we did in the south is where my heart is.  I just wish that I had been able to hook up with an organization like Campus Crusade for Christ earlier in my time here.  Who knows what the future holds though.  Who knows where else I will go and what else I will be able to be part of.  God knows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8458567-111131766987545261?l=amoetspes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/feeds/111131766987545261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8458567&amp;postID=111131766987545261' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/111131766987545261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8458567/posts/default/111131766987545261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amoetspes.blogspot.com/2005/03/tsunami-stuff.html' title='Tsunami Stuff'/><author><name>amoetspes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09969092793601670142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_67ddrIb_u28/Sg8P0r66u0I/AAAAAAAAAQs/468DQgiC86g/S220/DSC05618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
