<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15655406</id><updated>2009-12-08T03:37:37.704+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Life and times of a God follower</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chandlerrules.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15655406/posts/default?start-index=26'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chandlerrules.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='previous' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15655406/posts/default?start-index=1&amp;max-results=25'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15655406/posts/default?start-index=51&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Big Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953290243640152276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>84</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>26</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15655406.post-8544228727447705121</id><published>2007-04-23T13:33:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:55:31.919+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Korea War Memorial part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week I had the chance to go to the Korean War Memorial and it was great. I did get to go there my first year here, however, it was during a field trip and I was watching the children rather than learning about the war itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have lots of pictures to share with you, and I will explain more about it later, but I know that some of you do get frustrated that I don't put more on here all the time. But I will next week and I'll explain that a little more later too. But for now enjoy the couple of pictures that I'll post here and we'll catch you later&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_42CqZ3cALgQ/Riw4NxQKvoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FLKcPg5NPWY/s1600-h/DSCN2067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056478290840829570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_42CqZ3cALgQ/Riw4NxQKvoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FLKcPg5NPWY/s320/DSCN2067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;&lt;br /&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; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is an actual helicopter that was used to transport patients, just like on the show M*A*S*H.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_42CqZ3cALgQ/Riw4nhQKvpI/AAAAAAAAAAU/prdRxusVxjI/s1600-h/DSCN2079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056478733222461074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_42CqZ3cALgQ/Riw4nhQKvpI/AAAAAAAAAAU/prdRxusVxjI/s320/DSCN2079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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;&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;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to fight to get into some of these machines...I don't think I would have done very well in battle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_42CqZ3cALgQ/Riw4_BQKvqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AMHb5FCy5LE/s1600-h/DSCN2087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056479136949386914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_42CqZ3cALgQ/Riw4_BQKvqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AMHb5FCy5LE/s320/DSCN2087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Shhh&lt;/span&gt;...I think it is okay to come out now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_42CqZ3cALgQ/Riw5UhQKvrI/AAAAAAAAAAk/F0puNGzimTI/s1600-h/DSCN2104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056479506316574386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_42CqZ3cALgQ/Riw5UhQKvrI/AAAAAAAAAAk/F0puNGzimTI/s320/DSCN2104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man this tour is REALLY long....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;zzzzzzzzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_42CqZ3cALgQ/Riw6qBQKvsI/AAAAAAAAAAs/iqvAMPTPKzc/s1600-h/DSCN2102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056480975195389634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_42CqZ3cALgQ/Riw6qBQKvsI/AAAAAAAAAAs/iqvAMPTPKzc/s320/DSCN2102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing like a good hearty meal....not really this is a mannequin. Looks real though doesn't it? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_42CqZ3cALgQ/Riw7URQKvtI/AAAAAAAAAA0/gWFz6ZQRpsE/s1600-h/DSCN2119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056481701044862674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_42CqZ3cALgQ/Riw7URQKvtI/AAAAAAAAAA0/gWFz6ZQRpsE/s320/DSCN2119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did I tell you that in Korea I am HUGE??? Check out the doors that I have to go through around the country.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_42CqZ3cALgQ/Riw70BQKvuI/AAAAAAAAAA8/LPoAD-o5qoU/s1600-h/DSCN2121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056482246505709282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_42CqZ3cALgQ/Riw70BQKvuI/AAAAAAAAAA8/LPoAD-o5qoU/s320/DSCN2121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you kidding me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay that's all for now...enjoy and I'll be back in a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;peace out...later on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15655406-8544228727447705121?l=chandlerrules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chandlerrules.blogspot.com/feeds/8544228727447705121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15655406&amp;postID=8544228727447705121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15655406/posts/default/8544228727447705121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15655406/posts/default/8544228727447705121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chandlerrules.blogspot.com/2007/04/korea-war-memorial-part-1.html' title='Korea War Memorial part 1'/><author><name>Big Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953290243640152276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03961190561200223059'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_42CqZ3cALgQ/Riw4NxQKvoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FLKcPg5NPWY/s72-c/DSCN2067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15655406.post-8340334594912934344</id><published>2007-03-10T20:56:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T08:43:30.116+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The long awaited decision</title><content type='html'>Well I know that some of you have been praying over me for a long time and I want to thank you for that. God has heard your prayers and has given me extreme peace over the decision that I made...Coming this June 14&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; I will be leaving South Korea far behind me...a lot of things went into this choice, but I'll save that for a later date, there are other pressing matters. I want everyone to know that I prayed long and hard about this and feel that I am doing exactly what God is asking me to do...Since Dec. I have put out 25 applications and resumes to different schools and I got several school that were very interested in me. The trick of this is that none of the schools that I applied to were in the United States. I applied to London, Guatemala, Thailand, China, Africa, there were a lot. and even more rejections. However I only had one phone interview with one school and it sounded like a really great place to go to. Before I made my mind up to leave Korea, God put a peace over my mind that just made the picking very easy and hard at the same time. I really felt at peace about staying, going back to Kansas City or heading somewhere else. Any choice I would have made I know that God would have been okay with. I know you hate me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dragging&lt;/span&gt; this out any longer, so I will tell you that I will be touching yet another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;continent&lt;/span&gt; next fall. Starting Aug. 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; I will be reporting to Khartoum. Khartoum is the capital city of Sudan, that's right Africa. The reasons that I choice to make this move are vast and numerous. I absolutely hate leaving South Korea. I love it here, the people, the country, the school, my job...I love every piece of it, however there are some drawbacks. This year about Dec. our enrollment &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dropped&lt;/span&gt; to under 180 and so every teacher had to take a 10% pay cut. This would hurt anybody, but with what we have to also pay for and my student loan situation, I felt that signing another year with the added fear that we may have to take yet another pay cut I just couldn't do it. I also don't like the fact that at our school a lot of our teacher have fallen into a clique. It almost feels as though I'm back in high school again. We are to be here for our students, through Christ, and I just feel several teachers are here for their own glory...sad I know. At my new school I will make several thousand dollars more than what I make now, I will pay for nothing other than food, they will pay for flights, housing, utilities, moving...everything. My thoughts were that in under one year I could pay off ALL debts and be able to come back to the states debt free. I had to sign a two year contract. My job will consist of teaching 1-8 grade p.e. as well as a high school block, which I consider an intramural program. I will also be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;arranging&lt;/span&gt; sporting events between the three schools in our city. So I will also have an athletic directors role. It is a secular school, however when I was learning about the church possibilities there in the city, I learned that my director is a pastor as well...nice to know that I will be led by a man of Christ. Our school day will go from 7:15-2:00 because after that it will be TOO hot. We will be getting out mid-May based on the same reasons. Our school week will go from Sunday through Thursday, because being in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Muslim&lt;/span&gt; country, they recognize Friday as the Holy day. I really ask for all of your support and prayers as I start this new chapter in my life. I know this may not make EVERYONE happy or probably even close to that, however I do feel that I am doing what I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;suppose&lt;/span&gt; to be doing. I don't want anyone to worry about communication, I will still have phone, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt;, mail, the works...they even tell me that I will have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;satellite&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; where I can get the NFL package...so I can still keep up with my precious Chiefs. Please understand that Kansas City is my home, and I love it, it is where I want to come back to to raise a family someday and live. I just need to take the path I feel that God is leading me to get to that point. If I were to take a Christian school job in the states I would make less than I make now, have to pay about twice more than I do now just to live, as well as paying for all of my bills. I would have to have three to four extra jobs just to keep my head above water...I feel this is the best option at this point to please everybody all at the same time. So please understand if this might take me a couple more years to get back to the states. I love you all. Peace be with you, and I will write more soon...I promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15655406-8340334594912934344?l=chandlerrules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chandlerrules.blogspot.com/feeds/8340334594912934344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15655406&amp;postID=8340334594912934344' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15655406/posts/default/8340334594912934344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15655406/posts/default/8340334594912934344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chandlerrules.blogspot.com/2007/03/long-awaited-decision.html' title='The long awaited decision'/><author><name>Big Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953290243640152276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03961190561200223059'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15655406.post-1879619238804062411</id><published>2007-03-02T02:27:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T02:47:43.945+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohhhh great</title><content type='html'>What a joke this is turning into...I apologize for those that actually read this blog, however I can't stand this and I am hoping that maybe someday I'll be able to figure this out and continue to write on this. A few weeks ago I four that I could no longer write or get to my account unless I arrangerd to have a gmail account. I really don't like google, and I didn't want to do it, but since I could write anymore until I did I went ahead and created one. The problem now is that Blogger thinks that I am in South Korea...they are right, however I never asked them to change the language that appears on the screen. There are two problems with this...my computer has trouble creating the Korean characters, they just usually appear as squares, the second problem is that even if it did appear as normal Korean characters I wouldn't be able to understand them. The set up is all the same, I'm just looking at a bunch of little squares all over my screen trying to remember which ones of these were the post ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few things for those who read this and are wondering what my decision is for next year. Some might be happy and some might be sad and yet others will be left in the dark for a while longer. I have told my current school here in South Korea that they can interview for my job. They have had a few prospects however nothing has panned out as of yet. I have been looking everywhere for a job. Nothing firm has happened yet. If nothing happens on either front soon, I might go ahead and sign for another year. The Lord is really taeching me patience and humbleness throughout this process. The Lord love to tell me what to do at the very last possible second. He did that with bringing me over here, and He is doing it again. I think that He knows that I work best under pressure and so He waits and waits. Kind of like not doing your term paper until the night before it is due.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which I am taking a college class to help renew my teaching certificate. It is called "Discipline With Dignity" It is a secular class from a secular universtiy, however, I need the credits, and since discipline is one of the things that I think I struggle with the most, I feel that this is the right class for me to take. It is a lot of work, both reading and writing. Of which it has been a long time since I have done either. I don't usually work this hard, but I really want to get a good grade in this class. Also during this time, I don't know how many of you remember, but it is that time of year again where I am coaching soccer again. We are practicing everyday in hopes of repeating as conferance champions again. I probably have a better team this year than I did last year, and that is a scary thought. The team last year scored 101 goals in 10 games while only giving up 3. And to be a better team from that....I would be scared if I had to play us. Along with the class and soccer, we also are looking at going to something called "Far East." It is a tournament for teams from all over Asia. We would be going to Japan for about a week, as a team, and cometeing with other schools from around Asia. To do so we are doing some fundraising here at school and at our games. It is looking like we would need about 350-500 per person to make this possible. I have 14 on the team and 2 coaches. So you can see that this is a huge mountain to overcome. But God is good and if this is something that He wants us to do, than I have no fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that this is something that I should be updating more often, and I hope to be as soon as I figure this whole thing out. It is 2:45 in the morning and I can't sleep so I think I might go do some reading for my class. I look forward to seeing you soon, or talking with you. I love you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah I totally forgot, if you go to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com"&gt;www.youtube.com&lt;/a&gt; you can see me skiing here in Korea. I have uploaded some videos from our trip...I really think they are cool. I also am finding all kinds of things on that site...you can search for anything and find it. I was able to find Larnelle Harris singing, Steven Curtis Chapman singing. Someone even put a camera on the top of their car and drove through Simi Valley, sped up the tape and you can tour all of Simi Valley in like 7 minutes. To find my two videos so far, just type in my name in the search bar "Aaron Harring" and they should pop up...enjoy and tell me what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out...later on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15655406-1879619238804062411?l=chandlerrules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chandlerrules.blogspot.com/feeds/1879619238804062411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15655406&amp;postID=1879619238804062411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15655406/posts/default/1879619238804062411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15655406/posts/default/1879619238804062411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chandlerrules.blogspot.com/2007/03/ohhhh-great.html' title='Ohhhh great'/><author><name>Big Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953290243640152276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03961190561200223059'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15655406.post-116951145903609434</id><published>2007-01-23T09:17:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T09:21:12.390+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet another slide show...for your enjoyment</title><content type='html'>These are 20 pictures of the ski thrip that I went on with the youth from our church, during our Christmas Break.&lt;embed name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-4a.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" width="400" height="325" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bl&amp;amp;il=1&amp;channel=144115188078713674&amp;amp;site=widget-4a.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 500px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?sk=0&amp;amp;tt=17&amp;cy=bl&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;id=144115188078713674&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-4a.slide.com/p1/144115188078713674/bl_t017_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?sk=0&amp;amp;tt=17&amp;cy=bl&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;id=144115188078713674&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-4a.slide.com/p2/144115188078713674/bl_t017_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15655406-116951145903609434?l=chandlerrules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chandlerrules.blogspot.com/feeds/116951145903609434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15655406&amp;postID=116951145903609434' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15655406/posts/default/116951145903609434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15655406/posts/default/116951145903609434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chandlerrules.blogspot.com/2007/01/yet-another-slide-showfor-your.html' title='Yet another slide show...for your enjoyment'/><author><name>Big Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953290243640152276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03961190561200223059'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15655406.post-116832550886736529</id><published>2007-01-09T15:51:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T15:53:09.596+09:00</updated><title type='text'>All the pictures from my time at the English Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-04.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" width="400" height="300" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="cy=bl&amp;amp;il=1&amp;channel=144115188078188548&amp;amp;site=widget-04.slide.com" wmode="transparent" salign="l" scale="noscale" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?tt=1&amp;amp;cy=bl&amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=144115188078188548&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-04.slide.com/p1/144115188078188548/bl_t001_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?tt=1&amp;amp;amp;cy=bl&amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=144115188078188548&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-04.slide.com/p2/144115188078188548/bl_t001_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15655406-116832550886736529?l=chandlerrules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chandlerrules.blogspot.com/feeds/116832550886736529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15655406&amp;postID=116832550886736529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15655406/posts/default/116832550886736529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15655406/posts/default/116832550886736529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chandlerrules.blogspot.com/2007/01/all-pictures-from-my-time-at-english.html' title='All the pictures from my time at the English Camp'/><author><name>Big Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953290243640152276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03961190561200223059'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15655406.post-116832134796409126</id><published>2007-01-09T09:02:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T14:47:47.223+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Global Leaders English Camp</title><content type='html'>This past Christmas break I had the great joy of working at an English Camp at a nearby school. It was four days, fourteen hours a day. The first day and the second day I taught in a classroom that look like a restaurant. My job was to teach the students how to order and how to be a waiter. This is what my class looked like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8158/1455/320/321121/PICT0038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It had two long tables on either side and a bar and a kitchen. What I did was tell them what it would be like if they were wanting to go to America, and they happened to either go to a restaurant, or work in one. There were two huge shocks to them that I got to inform them of. Koreans love to eat fast and get out. They also only eat in gender groups. It is very common for you to look at a group of Koreans eating and all the wives will be sitting at one table, and all the husbands will be sitting at another. I also told them that in the states, it is proper to asked the ladies what they would like to eat first, and then the men. This is new as well. Men are first in this culture in just about everything. The third day I had to teach about going to a department store. Not something that should have taken 2 hours, but that was my job. They have several department stores around here, and they function just about the same as the ones in the states. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;During other times in the camp, we got to talk to them and learn about them. We also taught them some dance moves and steps. Not me of course, because I am 6'6" tall and white...there is no rhythm in my body. They got to write an English newspaper, and learned games like "telephone" or "taboo". We also did some scavengers hunts, and performed a play. My group got to do "Snow White: and the seven dwarfs". They had so much fun, and we were the best group. We were the only group not to use our books or teachers. Our group did the play entirely on their own. On the last night they wanted me to run a good-bye time. We sat in a circle, and the students got to say their good-byes to one another. One girl got up and said something in Korean, and the leader of the camp told her that she needed to say it in English now. She then looked at me and said "I love you Harring". Just to let you know all the students were between 12-15 years old. This young girl was in my group and she took a liking to me. I thought it was cute as she blushed and ran back to her spot. The following day after we did our plays and the final ceremony was over, she and another girl came and hugged each side of me and I wrapped my arms around them and they just cried and cried. I felt so bad, I mean this was only four days, but I guess that i have that kind of effect on women. (just kidding) These were the two girls. Crystal is on the left and Mary is on the right.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8158/1455/320/570442/PICT0029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All of the campers have our e-mail addresses and I have heard back from a couple of them already. It was a lot of fun, and I am glad I went through it even though it was from 7:00am till 9:00 pm. Hard work, but I have met people that have taught me more than I could ever have taught them. &lt;p&gt;peace out...later on&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15655406-116832134796409126?l=chandlerrules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chandlerrules.blogspot.com/feeds/116832134796409126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15655406&amp;postID=116832134796409126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15655406/posts/default/116832134796409126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15655406/posts/default/116832134796409126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chandlerrules.blogspot.com/2007/01/global-leaders-english-camp.html' title='Global Leaders English Camp'/><author><name>Big Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953290243640152276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03961190561200223059'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15655406.post-116814463798270322</id><published>2007-01-07T13:34:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T13:37:17.996+09:00</updated><title type='text'>On the serious side, please bare with me.</title><content type='html'>I am not one to usually take a political stand, however, with a lot of people out there wanting to “Bash Bush” or see him hanging like Saddam, I felt compelled to write just a little bit about my feelings on this war in Iraq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; First I would like to capture your attention by talking about the death toll. It was a huge milestone just a week or two ago when the death toll for the American military reached 3,000. Over the last three years. I want to state very clearly for the record that even one death is too many. However, on 9-11-01, in that one day, the&lt;br /&gt;American civilian death toll was 3,173. IN ONE DAY. In 1944 on June 6th, forces stormed the beaches at Normandy, in that one battle Americans lost 2,500-5,000 troops. Some of their bodies are still unfound on the beaches. The Battle of Gettysburg saw the loss of 46,000 troops. In 1950 US came to the aid of South Korea and were in a war that lasted into 1953, which ended in a cease fire, which technically means that North Korea and South Korea are still at war, but between 1950 and 1953 2.5 and 3.5 million lost their lives. This was taken from an article on the internet when I typed “Accidental military deaths” in the search tool bar…“An inspector general report published this summer shows that 6,790 service members died accidentally in the nine years from 1988 through 1996.” How about a few that need to be talked about that don’t include war…in the year 2000 alone, 435,000 people lost their lives due to tobacco. This includes innocent second-hand smokers as well. Poor diet and physical inactivity deaths were listed at 400,000 in 2000 alone. In that same year drug related deaths toped 17,000. AIDS is responsible for 3 million deaths world-wide.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that these are a lot of numbers but there is one more set of numbers that need to be said Adolf Hitler, during his lead of the “Nazi Party” went on a mission of purging the country of 11 million people between 1939 and 1945, in the name of purity of race and religion. Saddam Hussein killed over 250,000 people for the same reasons. These took place from 1979- and the time of his capture. Now I understand the reasoning behind the “Weapons of Mass Destruction” not being there and the “real” reason behind going to war might be a little suspect, however, don’t we as a nation not just have the right, but the responsibility to come to the aid of nations that can’t defend themselves from ruthless dictators.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen comments on sites that say that Bush is the same as Hussein and that he needs to be hanging next to Saddam. Let me point out that in his term of office he has not attacked any part of America, let alone women and children for the sake of any cause. He in fact is coming to the rescue of a group of people that have been put to death for their beliefs. Where is the crime in this? Let me try and put this into a smaller term that we might be able to relate to; you see a child being picked on and bullied by three kids that are much bigger than that child, what is your reaction? You can either go in and break it up, being a much bigger and more mature person, or you can just sit back and see how it turns out. If you go in and break it up, I doubt many people will sit on the side and say, “Wow, why could they just leave good enough alone, and watch and see if that littler child could stand up for themselves.” And if you just sit back and watch you will be blamed for not taking action. We have not just a right but an obligation to stand up for those that can not stand up for themselves. We will lose life, as tragic as that is, however, for the most part, the men and women fighting for our country “Volunteered” to be put in harms way. They signed up; there is no draft at this point. And that is what makes the actions of people like Cindy Sheehan all the more disgusting. After the loss of her son in Iraq, she set up camp in front of Bush’s Texas house in hopes that this would bring a stop to the war. Her son was not forced into action, he went on his own. In my opinion her actions are trampling on the memories of someone who should be remembered for the sacrifices he made for beliefs that he had for a better nation.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I don’t usually write things like this, however, I feel that I needed a place to voice my frustration at the people who feel that our government is anywhere close to the level of Saddam or Hitler. I am not in the mind of those in power. I can’t tell you 100% without certainty that this whole thing was for oil. I can tell you that gas prices are still high. And that we have made the world a better place to live in with the removal of Saddam and his ideals.        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s pretend for a minute that Saddam or Hitler was still in power and the United States didn’t do anything. Where would we be? How many countries would be in fear of other countries based on one mans desires. Bill Clinton had marines with Osama Bin Laden in their gun sights and didn’t take the shot. Having taken the shot one would have to wonder if the Twin Towers would still be standing. Right now I am living in South Korea, in a place that is often a target for international news based on the threats of one man Kim Jong Il, and he is still up there in the north playing with his little button that could light up several countries around Asia. And this is what we want? We all went to school with bullies, and actually giving the bullies more things to beat people with would never solve a situation. Nuclear power is something that even Einstein himself said that if he could go back and undo he would take away E=MC2. But I lay this question at your feet, who would you rather have the control of that power, the bully or the playground, or the milk monitor? In this case, we are not just a milk monitor, but we are a “God Fearing” mil monitor. We have the power, if we wanted to, to just make an oil slick out of Iraq if we wanted to. But that isn’t what we are doing. We are teaching and setting up a new freedom that the people in that place of the world have never had before. It is new, and being in another culture, I understand the trouble that can arise from trying to make people think the way we do.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more question and I will close this out, because I feel that I have been on my soap box long enough. If you were in the place of George W. Bush and had the whole thing to do over again, what would you do? The buildings have just fallen down, over 3,000 innocent lives were lost, not counting the ones that could have been lost had the other plane found its mark. You have two mad men Osama and Saddam that have no problem and actually promote things like this. What would you do? Would you sit back and say “Ohhh, that’s terrible, I hope it doesn’t happen again.” I think it’s funny. A mosquito lands on your arm, bites you and then tries to fly away. You have the choice of letting it go or killing it don’t you. I have never seen someone say, “You’re welcome for the free meal, come back anytime. Bars always open.” No you kill it, because it has done something that you deem as wrong. How great it would be to be a country like Switzerland, Canada or France, that have no trouble sitting back and watching the outcome of something and not having to worry about getting involved.        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bottom line here is that we need to get off our Soap boxes and get on our knees in prayer if we have any hopes of seeing the best possible outcome to the situation we are now in. The Lord is not just the answer for what we face today, but everyday. Find His will for your life. Find His will for how you should see the happenings of the world, and find His will for the best possible ways to react under these difficult times. The Lord not only loves us as Americans, but He even loves the Muslims and the Buddhists and any other false teaching. He wants you to lay down your troubles and your crowns and pick up your cross and come and follow Him. No strings attached. And that is a wonderful thing. Every other religion has something you have to do to prove yourself to whoever, but Jesus just wants you, and for you to know Him. Make that choice to follow him today. Believe it or not I do pray for each of you who reads my blog. You are in my prayers a lot. I will write more later. Right now it is the day before school starts back up, and I have a lot of things that I have to prepare for. Blessings to you all, not just at the beginning of the 2007 year, but every single second of every single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Peace out…later on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15655406-116814463798270322?l=chandlerrules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chandlerrules.blogspot.com/feeds/116814463798270322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15655406&amp;postID=116814463798270322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15655406/posts/default/116814463798270322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15655406/posts/default/116814463798270322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chandlerrules.blogspot.com/2007/01/on-serious-side-please-bare-with-me.html' title='On the serious side, please bare with me.'/><author><name>Big Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953290243640152276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03961190561200223059'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15655406.post-116745972150434794</id><published>2006-12-30T14:07:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T15:22:01.573+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Ski Time Again In Korea</title><content type='html'>Many of you remember that I went skiing as a councilor last year through our church here in Korea. Well it was that time again. I thought that I was going to be the speaker this year, but that wasn't the case, which worked out pretty good. I had a lot of nerves getting up in front of 70 students and being the main guy...Seinfeld once said..."Humans greatest fear is public speaking, second is death...SECOND is death...that means that if you were at a funeral, you'd rather be in the casket, than delivering the eulogy." I can't dispute that. If I know the crowd sometimes it makes it harder, I mean they might actually know how little I know, you know? Richard Dean Anderson said in an episode of Stargate..."Though the candle is on in my house...there is no body home." Call it a self-doubt thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, last year someone told me that snowboarding would be easier because you only had one thing to worry about. That's right DYING. I have now done both and let me state very clearly here, SKIING is totally easier. I was given the basic instructions by a fellow teacher, how to stop... (a VERY good thing to know to me), but it was amazing, I went about 50 feet and didn't fall. Of course my feet were in the position of a pizza the whole time, and I actually saw a snail crawl past me, but I didn't fall. This slope was huge. We got on it at 3:45 and I got down to the bottom around 5:30. Not that I was that slow the whole time, but it really was a long and great slope to learn on. But out of the 8 or so that were in the group learning, I was the only one to make it to the bottom without help. Now I'm not trying to brag or anything, but I was very confident. I only fell twice the whole way down, but in that short time, my leg muscles were KILLLING me. using the ones I rarely use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we got up got our skis on and hit the slopes. I had every intention of learning ALL day, but that was not to happen. My soccer girls got a hold of me and wanted to hang out and ski with them. Amy Peterson, JeeYoung Wolfe, Beckey Hennessey, Heather Packard, and Sophia Yoo wanted to go out together. So me being the big coach and almighty PE teacher, couldn't let them down. They headed right to a slope that I hadn't even seen, but they said it was easier then the one that we went down the day before. And they were right...I actually had to use my poles to get me going to get started. We went down that one three times and I didn't fall once, and my legs weren't burning like the time before. I was even learning how to turn from side to side. Then they get ambitious...students are like that. They think, well I did this so let me try skiing off this cliff over here, can't be much different. And what does it say for me, when I am wanting to join them, so that I don't look like the one wimp, looking back it should have been less of a wimp and more of a wise man. I want you to know that I still only fell once, but the slope was WAY steeper. There were times that I would comes across a little flat part, and then just nothing...I couldn't see the next part of the slope. But I survived it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this hotel, they had two hot tubs, and a very warm pool that was divided into two. During the afternoon session of skiing I thought I would take a break and just relax and bask in my accomplishments. It was beautiful. I had such a relaxing time in there. Koreans would walk by and just stare at this dumb American in a pool with the weather outside about 10 degrees. But the water was SOOOOO nice. The air was a little cold but I loved it anyway. Some of my guys came and jumped in with me, it was really a fun bonding time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was met with more of the same, I tried new slopes that I hadn't been on, and was successful at all of them. I even ran into our fellow teacher who taught me to get rid of the pie and turn by pushing down with the opposite foot from the direction I wanted to go, then lifting up and turning the back foot. Oh man I loved him for that. It was beautiful. I had a lot of success with that and was practicing that the rest of the morning with a new group. Liz, the one in charge, and three younger girls Melanie Ivey (pastor daughter), Amanda Rich (Friends daughter) and Miriam Calamaro, our bible teachers daughter, all were about 6th grade and right about at my level. On our last run before lunch, we went down the yellow course that the teens had taken me on the day before. This was Miriams Choice. We started out with me telling them that there were places that they needed to be aware of. And sure enough we started out, and it got steep right away, and I was using the stuff I learned and was going back and forth, doing a great job mind you, but out of no where Miriam went flying by, she was in somewhat perfect form, but the pie wasn't stopping her as she was sailing down the mountain. I in the meantime saw this and had my eyes on her and didn't see this Korean boy in front of me until the last second and ducked out of his way but fell in the process. I look up just in time to see the Mountain start to flatten out, but not before a class was going across the mountain, just in time for Miriams flight plan...she collided with another Korean student, a young female. I thought for sure we were in trouble, for both of their sakes, Miriam is not a small 6th grader, and she met a very small 20 or so Korean female. I put back on my skies and got down to them, and Miriam was holding her wrist, and the Korean girl was looking up in utter shock, she had no idea what hit her. But both were okay in the end, but Miriam got to have her second assisted trip down the rest of the mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did have one problem. The last full day of skiing, I was looking back up the hill for a fellow skier, when my foot caught something and I went down, but I had fallen before, and there had never been a problem with pain, but this time I really hurt something I could feel it. I got up and brushed myself off, but when I came to my hip, I had excruciating pain. Then I realized that I had left my chapstick in my pocket. I had fallen on it and it had jammed into my leg, bruising my front side of my hip real bad. I didn't notice though until we got back to the ski lodge how bad it was. I got my boots off and I could barely walk. I thought this is stupid. I have fallen before this should be shaken off and I'll be fine. In the morning though I wasn't. But I had a problem. I had a couple of videos shot of me, but nothing standing still which could be placed on my blog. So I had David Peterson go out with me while I struggled to put on my boots, and hobble out to the slope nearest the lodge, and take some pictures of me with skies on and ready to go. Problem being that I was close to the top of the hill and when we were done, I sort of slide into the slope and since I knew that I couldn't walk back up in skies or just in boots, I had to go the rest of the way down, and take the gondola back up. I struggled because I knew that if I were to crash without having two good legs, I could do some serious damage. Counter that with it being Friday and more people were on the slopes, and let's just say I was happy to be going down it alone, with no video cameras. It could not have looked pretty. but when I got to the bottom, I had gotten a little confidence back, and the boot was keeping my hip from moving to a painful position, so I figured that I would go all the way to the top for one last run. No worries, I came down with flying colors, we took pictures with the group, and then we got in our bus and came home. Now I do have a couple of pictures to share, but the ones of me will come later, and I'll add them when I get them. The one is of Amy Peterson, athe other is of my calf and if you look closely, you can see the bruising. I'll try and get one of my hip when and if there is any coloring, right now it would just be one with my hip, and I don't know how many would want to see something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only other thing I would like to tell you about the trip, at least at this point was the food. Because we had had a deal worked out with another place, then that fell through, and another place fell through, our guide had a friend at this place hook us up with a really good deal. But it should have been close to double what we paid. Because of that, the food was rationed for us. We had different Korean soups just about every time we ate. The different kinds included, but were not limited to, beef soup (which meant water and a bone with fat on it), Clam soup (this had three clams in shells at the bottom of a bowl of water), crab soup (Okay you get the picture, but this had a claw at the bottom of a bowl of water), our students didn't know anything about the great deal that our guide worked out, but nicknamed the soup "Holocaust Soup" anyway. The last morning there, the other Koreans were eating eggs, bacon, sausage, orange juice, all the good stuff, but were throwing most of it away, just like we were doing with our meal. I told one teacher they should just go up to the rack and grab some plate and finish up there discarded food. This seemed to spark a mass following by other students. The staff didn't seem to know what to do, since there was no rule on there books about eating someone else's trash. Just a little funny story to end with. I better get going, this turned out to be a lot longer than I had thought. Just remember that I will post the pictures of me skiing, and if I can figure out how to do the video, I will do that as well. I hope you all had a great Christmas, and will have a great New Year. I love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace out...later on &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8158/1455/320/666217/PICT0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8158/1455/320/181211/PICT0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15655406-116745972150434794?l=chandlerrules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chandlerrules.blogspot.com/feeds/116745972150434794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15655406&amp;postID=116745972150434794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15655406/posts/default/116745972150434794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15655406/posts/default/116745972150434794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chandlerrules.blogspot.com/2006/12/ski-time-again-in-korea.html' title='Ski Time Again In Korea'/><author><name>Big Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953290243640152276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03961190561200223059'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15655406.post-116678346989337821</id><published>2006-12-22T18:24:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T14:07:00.280+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Just information for those interested</title><content type='html'>Well I keep checking my blog for any comments, and haven't seen any in a long time. I'm not really sure why, but oh well I guess that is something I'll have to live with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a couple of days before Christmas, and I am home, but not alone this year. This year I have a roommate. It can be really good, but sometimes it can be taxing as well. But that is just the price I pay for having a great place to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that a lot of you are probably wondering what I am going to do for next year....well as of 6:28 pm on 12-22-06, I HAVE NO IDEA. Really not a one. I have several wants and desires, but nothing seems to fit. If I leave here and go home, I will be starting not from scratch, but WAY in the hole. I have about 11,000-14,000 in student loans. Not that I am trying to get out of paying them, but taking what I have earned as a missionary teacher, and having to get restarted again, is a little scary. Buying a car, finding a place to live, no job. The list can go on and on, and it is very freaky to think to hard about. I have had just about as much as I can take here at ICS. Don't get me wrong there are several things that I love about this school, the fact that I am teaching others about God would be on the top, then there is the students, I really love these students, both from coaching and classrooms. I have a very difficult ninth grade class this year, but as those who have taught before know, you will always have one of those. I love being over seas. Think about it, I am doing something that VERY few of my friends and family will ever get to do. I have a really good friend at another school a little up the road who is leaving and her position is open...the good news being that her boss and I are friends, and he knows me and what I have done with our program here at ICS, the bad news being that I have to wait until after they go to a job fair and see what is there as well, then they'll take all the applications in and then go over them and then they'll take a look at mine. It kind of reminds me of what it was like to get pardon my expression, "screwed over", by both my college and the school district that the college was in the center of. I applied at an unnamed school district having heard the rumor that this school district hired first from Emporia State University, then after having done that, they would look at other applications. Talk about your discrimination, I felt like someone graduating top of their class at one college should be picked over someone finishing middle to low at Emporia State, would have more of a say, but boy was I wrong. I really have an ill feeling in my stomach when it comes to the district that I have had trouble with, and the problem with the college comes from the fact that they said that they would aid in job placement...that's why after I graduated with a education K-12 degree with a 3.6 g.p.a., I worked two day cares, a foster care agency, a concrete pipe manufacturing plant, and building fans, not to mention my moving boxes from one place to another. Not that any of these jobs were bad in and of themselves, but my university, that I paid a high price for, to hear them say they would aid in job placement, do you know how many jobs they even attempted to help with? Not one. I find that funny, since that was one of the reasons I went there in the first place...now get this. I also was told when I was there that if I got a teaching job, that most districts would help or sometimes even pay off my student loan debt. My thinking was Great here is a school that will help me to get the job that will help pay off my student loans. What a bunch of crock. The truth is that only inner city schools might help pay off a very little, if you promise to stay there for a period of time. Now you can tell where I am now, listening to others who really don't know what they are talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry this went off on a tangent. I figure that I had to get some of that off my chest, and since I don't have a huge reading fan base, I could vent to my hearts content. And believe me I have a lot more that I could go on about, but I'll save that for a later post. But I will leave you with a picture that was taken last weekend. Actually I'll clip three on here. One being of me and another being of outside my house. And the last being Kool-Aid discovering her first snowfall. This was last Saturday evening and into Sunday morning. How beautiful snow makes a normally sad a dreary city. Have a great night and a glorious tomorrow, and as a friend of mine always says "Be blessed, and be a blessing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8158/1455/1600/978041/PICT0082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8158/1455/320/21082/PICT0082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8158/1455/1600/627660/PICT0076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 395px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8158/1455/320/657976/PICT0076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8158/1455/1600/477339/PICT0083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 399px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8158/1455/320/319550/PICT0083.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/15655406-116678346989337821?l=chandlerrules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chandlerrules.blogspot.com/feeds/116678346989337821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15655406&amp;postID=116678346989337821' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15655406/posts/default/116678346989337821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15655406/posts/default/116678346989337821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chandlerrules.blogspot.com/2006/12/just-information-for-those-interested.html' title='Just information for those interested'/><author><name>Big Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953290243640152276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03961190561200223059'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15655406.post-116644310944231127</id><published>2006-12-18T18:08:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T20:58:29.510+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Baking is something I love to do.</title><content type='html'>Over the past couple of weeks I have had the chance to really do what I love to do. I have a real kitchen for the first time since living in Korea, and I put that to good use. The first time I just wanted to see if I could make something so I picked something easy. I made some french bread. This was something fairly easy, but still stressful. I have no candy thermometer, and getting the yeast to be the right temp is hard to do when it is only by feel that you have to go by. But anyway here is what the french bread looked like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8158/1455/1600/841205/PICT0068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8158/1455/320/257132/PICT0068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing I thought I would try was to put a little test to my skills and do some cinnamon rolls. I have always hated these because my mom makes such awesome rolls, that I sometimes feel as though I can't make anything that comes close. But I keep trying. most of the time it is because I don't roll them tight enough, or that I make the slices different sizes after cutting them. This time I rolled it as thin as I could and then got out the trusty ruler and made them all exactly the same size. I woke up extra early and put the in the oven and got them to school for the teachers to enjoy some nice fresh warm cinnamon rolls. I didn't get one either time I made them. They were gone before I even set them down in the teachers lounge. I guess that means that they were good right? But these are the second rolls that I made...personally I think these are the best I have made both in the states and here in Korea... &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8158/1455/320/968908/PICT0064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We also had a Christmas party at school and we were told to bring a dessert. I tried to figure out the best thing to make and to bring. This was a last second thing and I wasn't sure just how much I could make, so I got to work around 4:30 and finished around 10:30. I knew that we needed bread, so I made four loaves of french bread, another batch of cinnamon rolls, and then I made my mom's famous peanut butter pie. I still can not get this one right. This time it was the top. I blended it like crazy, but the meringue just stayed a liquid instead of stiffening up. But it still tasted great. I love making this pie...it's easy, and so good. Here is what it looked like...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8158/1455/320/916713/PICT0066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well I had all three things going at the same time. It was an interesting night to say the least. But I really do enjoy seeing everyone's face when they find out that I made these things. They look like "A guy can make things that taste like this?" "Wait until he gets married...he is going to make a great wife"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well That is all. I only have two more days of school left. I can't wait to post my next one. I have some great pictures. Take care everyone...I love ya lots...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;peace out...later on&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15655406-116644310944231127?l=chandlerrules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chandlerrules.blogspot.com/feeds/116644310944231127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15655406&amp;postID=116644310944231127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15655406/posts/default/116644310944231127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15655406/posts/default/116644310944231127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chandlerrules.blogspot.com/2006/12/baking-is-something-i-love-to-do.html' title='Baking is something I love to do.'/><author><name>Big Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953290243640152276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03961190561200223059'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15655406.post-116616245407140948</id><published>2006-12-15T12:59:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T18:12:19.523+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Lamar Hunt's passing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8158/1455/1600/598210/Lamar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8158/1455/320/217141/Lamar.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a sad day for all sports minded people, and those who love the Chiefs like I do. On Dec. 12 Lamar Hunt, owner of several sports teams died due to complications with his battle with cancer. He was 74 years old. I know that most people probably don't know who he is, but he was the owner of my favorite sports team, the Kansas City Chiefs. But he was also one of the founders of the Chicago Bulls, and three Major League Soccer teams. Even if you don't know him by name, you might know the phrase "Super Bowl". This was something that his children were playing one day with a "Super Ball" and it gelled together and now we have "Super Bowl" He also was the founder of the AFL, which was the counter part to the much bigger NFL. This was a league to challenge the Bears, Packers, Vikings. Teams like the Raiders, Broncos and Seahawks would not exist if it wasn't for this man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that this is just a man, and I got to actually meet him once. I was at a Wizards game in Kansas City, and he was near the concession stand just talking with some fans, and I got to go up and meet him. He was a very down to earth human being. I know that he'll be missed. He has been so instrumental in every area of sports. It was his idea also that the NFL play a Thanksgiving night game, and that got to happen just this Thanksgiving with the Chiefs beating the Broncos 19-10. This was the first game that Lamar missed and that was because he had been admitted into the hospital for what would be his last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good-bye Lamar, you will be remembered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15655406-116616245407140948?l=chandlerrules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chandlerrules.blogspot.com/feeds/116616245407140948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15655406&amp;postID=116616245407140948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15655406/posts/default/116616245407140948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15655406/posts/default/116616245407140948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chandlerrules.blogspot.com/2006/12/lamar-hunts-passing.html' title='Lamar Hunt&apos;s passing'/><author><name>Big Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953290243640152276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03961190561200223059'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15655406.post-116406896424354395</id><published>2006-11-21T09:27:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T09:32:17.326+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Renae's Wedding Finally</title><content type='html'>I have put together a slide show of some of the pictures that have been sent from the wedding. Since I wasn't there, I have had to put just the ones that I thought were pretty good on my show. I hope you like it, and if you have any requests please let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations Renae...I love you, little sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-15.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="site=widget-15.slide.com&amp;channel=360287970190322453&amp;cy=bl&amp;il=1" width="400" height="300" name="flashticker" align="middle"/&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cid=360287970190322453&amp;cy=bl&amp;tt=16&amp;at=1&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-15.slide.com/p1/360287970190322453/bl_t016_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cid=360287970190322453&amp;cy=bl&amp;tt=16&amp;at=1&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-15.slide.com/p2/360287970190322453/bl_t016_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15655406-116406896424354395?l=chandlerrules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chandlerrules.blogspot.com/feeds/116406896424354395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15655406&amp;postID=116406896424354395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15655406/posts/default/116406896424354395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15655406/posts/default/116406896424354395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chandlerrules.blogspot.com/2006/11/renaes-wedding-finally.html' title='Renae&apos;s Wedding Finally'/><author><name>Big Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953290243640152276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03961190561200223059'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15655406.post-116346477314680560</id><published>2006-11-14T09:32:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T09:39:33.193+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Cutest Cake ever made</title><content type='html'>Last month was my turn to make a cake for all of the teachers birthdays that were in October. I thought it fitting since I also have a sisters birthday that is also in October. As the month went along I struggled with just what to do. It isn't easy to make everything here without things you have to go buy down on the "grey market". I was able to get a lot of supplies and proceeded to make a cake that I remembered making when I did my student teaching at Scarborough Elementary. I thought it was cute and so I made it and took a picture of it before it was devoured. The teachers seemed to like it, and even though it doesn't take a rocket scientist to make this, the teachers still want me to make more things, because a few of them know that Mr. Harring can actually make things. Enjoy the picture, and if you want to know how to make it, just let me know and I'll tell you the very simple steps. More later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8158/1455/1600/PICT0055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8158/1455/320/PICT0055.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15655406-116346477314680560?l=chandlerrules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chandlerrules.blogspot.com/feeds/116346477314680560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15655406&amp;postID=116346477314680560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15655406/posts/default/116346477314680560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15655406/posts/default/116346477314680560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chandlerrules.blogspot.com/2006/11/cutest-cake-ever-made.html' title='Cutest Cake ever made'/><author><name>Big Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953290243640152276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03961190561200223059'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15655406.post-116303146670798602</id><published>2006-11-09T09:08:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T09:17:46.733+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Saddest Picture ever taken</title><content type='html'>A few posts ago I wrote about the best picture ever taken. It was of my soccer girls praying before the biggest moment of the year for them. It was something that I will never ever forget. God really spoke to them and to me during that year, and that picture serves to remind me of just how powerful our God really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To go along with that thought I am posting the saddest picture ever taken. This was not taken by me, nor was I even in the same country while this picture was being taken. Due to choices that I made, and places that I am, it made it impossible to be there to be in this picture. I am not upset or mad, just very sad. My next blog will have more pictures from the wedding of my sister. The picture makes me sad because this is my family. These are the people that are closest to me, these are the people that I treasure more than anyone on the face of the planet, and there is one person that is not in this picture...me. You can take this several ways, in 5 years when I am back in the states people will look at that picture and say "where were you?" And then I get to tell them that I was in South Korea being a missionary teacher at that time. It also can look as though I really didn't want to be there, which is so far from the truth. God had me right where he wanted me and to get there for just the weekend would have cost over 2000 dollars not to mention that I would have been able to spend more time in the air then at the wedding and reception and I didn't want that to be an added burden on a day that should be all about my sister. In my next blog I will talk a little bit about the wedding. But for now I'll post this picture and leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8158/1455/1600/my%20family%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8158/1455/320/my%20family%203.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15655406-116303146670798602?l=chandlerrules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chandlerrules.blogspot.com/feeds/116303146670798602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15655406&amp;postID=116303146670798602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15655406/posts/default/116303146670798602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15655406/posts/default/116303146670798602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chandlerrules.blogspot.com/2006/11/saddest-picture-ever-taken.html' title='Saddest Picture ever taken'/><author><name>Big Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953290243640152276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03961190561200223059'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15655406.post-116073522067408804</id><published>2006-10-13T19:21:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T19:27:00.686+09:00</updated><title type='text'>A little fun with North Korea</title><content type='html'>Now I do get to see some American news, and I think they are making a bigger deal out of this North Korea thing than they are here in Korea itself. For us at this point it is business as usual. Nothing has changed, and I think most of that has to do with the fact that South Korea would be the last country North Korea would want to bomb. They are having more problems with Japan, China, and the UN then to worry about us. Now the fun that might transpire is the fact that a South korean is going to be the head of the UN. That might make for some fun times ahead, but I promise that I will let you know one way or another. But for now I found this funny little clip and thought I would share it with YOU, my faithful readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jokaroo.com/funnyvideos/colbert_north_korea.html"&gt;-click here for video-&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably get a chance to write more tomorrow or later this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out...later on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15655406-116073522067408804?l=chandlerrules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chandlerrules.blogspot.com/feeds/116073522067408804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15655406&amp;postID=116073522067408804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15655406/posts/default/116073522067408804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15655406/posts/default/116073522067408804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chandlerrules.blogspot.com/2006/10/little-fun-with-north-korea.html' title='A little fun with North Korea'/><author><name>Big Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953290243640152276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03961190561200223059'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15655406.post-116034472770823269</id><published>2006-10-09T06:27:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T15:46:39.160+09:00</updated><title type='text'>A little reading for your pleasure</title><content type='html'>During the summer I met Melissa, she was at PFO and is going to go to Brasillia if I'm not mistaken. She was like 6'3" tall and so it was fun to play sports with her. She somehow knew that I was into Steven Curtis Chapman and after getting back home to for the summer she sent me Steven Curtis Chapman Chapman. This book has has really had an impact on my life, and I am not even finished with it. But what I'm going to do is share just a little bit of it every now and then...enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is easier to be convinced of our unrighteousness than our self-righteousness. Unrighteousness is usually in direct opposition to Sctipture or conscience; it is external, observable, and usually easy to define. But self-righteousness is more subtle. Most self-righteousness people are religious. They have strong passions about certain rules and regulations. When the self-righteous encounter the irreligious or those who "break the rules," they feel good about themselves and condesecending toward the lawbreakers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The truth is, there is no greater unrighteousness than self-righteousness. Jesus' most scathing remarks were directed not at pagans and "sinners," but at condesending religious people, blind to their own graceless hearts. Jesus singled out the scribes and Pharisees as the worst examples of this evil. They were the religious leaders who taught that God's acceptance of us is based on our scrupulous adherence to the laws of Moses. Typically they were confident of their own righteousness but suspect of everyone else's. Thus, Pharisaism emerged as a term synonymous with self-righteousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-righteousness is the proud, judgmental attitude born out of a false gospel of legalism. The self-righteous individual puts his confidence in what he has done to earn God's favor. An orphan spirit is the self-centered attitude of a believer who lives either ignorant of or indifferent to the fact that God is his or her Abba, Father.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really gets us thinking doesn't it...sometimes we as Christians are more concerned with the religion, and what being that certain religion should look like. I have had people, strong in their faith, tell me that you can't get to heaven unless you are a "conservative, republican, Baptist." Christ could care less about that stuff. He wants to know us personally, does that mean you have to be the "conservative, republican, Baptist?" Not a chance. however, can you be? Of course you can. But I think that once we as Christians start putting those types of requirements on our fellow man, we minimize the teachings of Christ. When I read the bible and Christ is on the cross speaking to the thieves, He wasn't trying to get these men to be this or be that, He simply looked into their heart and told them that "Today you will be with me in paradise." Or, the adulterous woman, or the woman that he met at the well. There was no requirement on these individuals to be this or be that. I go to a Nazarene church back home in Kansas City. I teach at a school that has sstrong Baptist roots. I also am not a member of any church. Again this is based squarly on the fact that no where does Christ say..."Go sign a membership card, then come and follow me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not trying to preach here, just trying to put some things out there that have been on my heart. God waits to judge us until we are dead, why should we be any different?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15655406-116034472770823269?l=chandlerrules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chandlerrules.blogspot.com/feeds/116034472770823269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15655406&amp;postID=116034472770823269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15655406/posts/default/116034472770823269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15655406/posts/default/116034472770823269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chandlerrules.blogspot.com/2006/10/little-reading-for-your-pleasure.html' title='A little reading for your pleasure'/><author><name>Big Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953290243640152276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03961190561200223059'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15655406.post-116014718815332606</id><published>2006-10-06T23:37:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T00:19:08.016+09:00</updated><title type='text'>WOMEN...AHHHHHHHHHHH</title><content type='html'>You know I have rarely just gone and tried to figure things out by putting them to words, but in my world here in Korea, I am getting more and more confused. Don't worry, I'll be brief and I'll use no names to protect the guilty. I want you to see a few things that I am very curious as to "WHAT IS GOING ON" but I also will finish this by using a bible verse that is perfect for this frustration... This is an e-mail that I recieved within the last month or so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll only put in the relevant parts :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I know that this might be the wrong time to tell you this but you have been in my dreams the last few weeks or so, and it is becoming more and more clear as to what God has intended for me. I hope to talk to you soon. Still loving you from the bottom of my heart...xoxoxoxoxo:)" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(from a woman I haven't writen to or talked to in several years, this one is unmarried and has one child as far as I know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next e-mail:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Do you ever go back and think about what might have happened if I hadn't gone off and gotten married and had two kids. I have to admit that sometimes those thoughts go through my head, do they go through yours?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(from yet another women that I have not writen to nor made contact with in several years, this one is married and has two children a far as I know.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, again my e-mail and computer are freaking out...and so before I throw it as far as I can, I think I better close this out with the bible verse that I cling to. Now before I put this on here I want people to know that I kind of like what Mark Lowrey said in one of his concerts concerning marriage...he said: "Well I figure that I'll get married when I turn 33, because that's when the Lord laid down his life." I thought that was pretty funny, and the fact that I turn 33 next year is sort of freaky. Anyway I'll close this out with the verse. See even the bible tells us that we aren't supose to understand women. Take care people and I'll post more soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 30:18-19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are three things that are too amazing for me, four that I do not understand: the way of an eagle in the sky, the way of a snake on a rock, the way of a ship on the high seas, and the way of a man with a maiden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out...Later on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15655406-116014718815332606?l=chandlerrules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chandlerrules.blogspot.com/feeds/116014718815332606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15655406&amp;postID=116014718815332606' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15655406/posts/default/116014718815332606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15655406/posts/default/116014718815332606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chandlerrules.blogspot.com/2006/10/womenahhhhhhhhhhh.html' title='WOMEN...AHHHHHHHHHHH'/><author><name>Big Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953290243640152276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03961190561200223059'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15655406.post-116006279522032100</id><published>2006-10-05T23:59:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T00:39:55.263+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Insert cute title ...here...</title><content type='html'>Okay well I know that some people read this since I have come and gone several times and see that the counter keeps going up. So I must either have one really eager reader or just a stadium full of people anxiously awaiting the next blurb to come out of my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been an interesting year so far to say the least. I have had my ups and downs. The latest down was that on Saturday, Sept. 29th my sister got married. Now you might be saying to yourself, "How could that be a bad thing...?" Well for her it was a great thing. I met Jason, and he seems like a pretty stand up guy and I got to talk to him briefly over the summer. I found out a little something funny about the man. My sister had bought him a ticket to go sky diving. Now that sounds fun and I don't think I would try it but none-the-less, he went. I'm not sure where I was, maybe not there in Kansas City yet, but my parents got to see the video of him doing this. Now the man jumped out of a perfectly good airplane from like what??? 10,000 feet? But yet I got to go up on the roof of their new house and clean the gutters, because my dad freaks out at heights, and Jason I guess can only handle heights if he is falling from them. Go figure. But back to my point...don't worry I remember...I didn't get to attend. My family was there, my grand father and his brother. I really wanted to be there, but God had me doing other things in South Korea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, right now the North is trying to figure out if it is a good idea to test a nuclear bomb underground. Now, I'm not sure but isn't that just a little on the moronic side of things. Anyway, for those that are reading this, there is nothing to worry about. We live about three blocks from OSAN Air Force base, and so far there is no news and no sirens going off. I'll let you know if anything changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our spiritual emphasis last week here at school and it was awesome all the way around. We had some strong men come in and give it their all to prove that they were stronger then me...not really but these guys were built. One, whose name is Paul, was actually on "American Gladiators" he played the part of "Thor". I watched the show and sort of remembered him. The other guy was a member of the group "Genesis Strong Men". below I'll post a few pictures from the amazing feats of strenght that they showed. Now that was impressive and all, but we had 11 students in grades 7-12 make a decision to follow Christ, several more make re-commitments, and a large group that are wanting to be baptised. That is what being strong is all about, being able to choose to walk by faith and follow our faithful leader, even though the rest of the world is teeling us that we are stupid. Okay check out the photos.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8158/1455/1600/Paul%20bending%20some%20iron%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8158/1455/320/Paul%20bending%20some%20iron%202.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a picture of Paul "Thor" trying to bend a iron bar three times in a circle...he does do it by the way, I have the bent bar in my office.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8158/1455/1600/Mike%20with%20ice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8158/1455/320/Mike%20with%20ice.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Mike just getting finished breaking through five slabs of ice...The man is a stud I promise you. He is such a fighter and a warrior for Christ. When he told his testimony, it really broke me.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8158/1455/1600/Mike%20with%20a%20cross.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8158/1455/320/Mike%20with%20a%20cross.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Mike squeezing a soda can and making it explode all over the students...the elementary students LOVED this one.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8158/1455/1600/Mike%20breaking%20through.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8158/1455/320/Mike%20breaking%20through.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the last one for now. I have others that I will show you but before I go crazy. (the computer is having fun with me tonight and not doing what I ask of it) This is Mike breaking through 13 slabs of tile. The number 13 is supose to represent Chaos, since 12 is perfection. Mike actually after doing this feat, had a nice trail burn about 4 inches wide all the way up his forearm to his elbow. These guys gave it their all, and the students really loved them for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I better sign off for now but I hope this gives you guys a little more into what we are up to over here on my side of the world. Take care, I love you all and I'll hopefully see you guys soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on...Peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15655406-116006279522032100?l=chandlerrules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chandlerrules.blogspot.com/feeds/116006279522032100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15655406&amp;postID=116006279522032100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15655406/posts/default/116006279522032100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15655406/posts/default/116006279522032100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chandlerrules.blogspot.com/2006/10/insert-cute-title-here.html' title='Insert cute title ...here...'/><author><name>Big Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953290243640152276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03961190561200223059'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15655406.post-115806481862062826</id><published>2006-09-12T21:38:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T21:40:18.796+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting</title><content type='html'>I thought that you guys that are my true loyal readers might get a kick out of this site that another blogger posted. I stole it...that's right I stole it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aish.com/movies/PhotoFraud.asp"&gt;~click here~&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me know what you think of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15655406-115806481862062826?l=chandlerrules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chandlerrules.blogspot.com/feeds/115806481862062826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15655406&amp;postID=115806481862062826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15655406/posts/default/115806481862062826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15655406/posts/default/115806481862062826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chandlerrules.blogspot.com/2006/09/interesting.html' title='Interesting'/><author><name>Big Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953290243640152276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03961190561200223059'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15655406.post-115804112918309067</id><published>2006-09-12T14:49:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T15:05:29.196+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorak-San trip Labor day 2006</title><content type='html'>This labor day, just like other ones we go as a group of teachers to a place around Korea to spend our four days together. This year we went to the East side of Korea and spent the weekend at a ski resort. Usually during the winter it is a snow ski place. During the summer, they have a water park at the complex that has slides and golf, and actually now that I remember it that was the very funniest thing about this trip. There was of course no snow and but does that stop the Korean from playing golf? Not a chance. We stayed on the 8th floor of the hotel (out of 20) and from our window we could watch them playing golf on a real course all the way down the regular ski slopes. We never played, but we joked about putting just a tad too hard and watching the ball roll all the way down the mountain. Crazy stuff. The water park was cool but here is the kicker. Which by the way is another thing that I am VERY grateful to my parents for. We went in to this place and we HAD to wear a ski cap. I figured that we would have to so I brought mine. Tad Mark and Jake all had to buy one there for 3,000 won. (3 bucks) Tad bought a hot neon pink one. Was stared at all day. They had a wave/current pool, really cool place but to get into the current you had to have a life jacket. I was saying..."Are you kidding me?" I have take years of swim classes, even taught them. I even subbed as a lifeguard in California for a summer. But in Korea, the main population can not swim and so I think it is more along the lines of, if we were to be in there without life jackets on, I think the Koreans would be doing it too or at least wanting to do it and then everyone would start to drown and guess who would be to blame...Little ol' me. But I only have a couple of pictures from both the resort and the trip to the beach. I'll post some more once other people send them to me. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8158/1455/320/PICT0043.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8158/1455/320/PICT0044.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8158/1455/320/PICT0047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15655406-115804112918309067?l=chandlerrules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chandlerrules.blogspot.com/feeds/115804112918309067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15655406&amp;postID=115804112918309067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15655406/posts/default/115804112918309067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15655406/posts/default/115804112918309067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chandlerrules.blogspot.com/2006/09/sorak-san-trip-labor-day-2006.html' title='Sorak-San trip Labor day 2006'/><author><name>Big Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953290243640152276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03961190561200223059'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15655406.post-115804017406861800</id><published>2006-09-12T14:39:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T14:49:34.070+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Kool-Aid is getting bigger</title><content type='html'>I have one more set of pictures that I would like to post before I go home today. I have been really blessed to have a dog here in Korea. She is a puppy and while I was gone Kim Wadsworth came over and fed her and took her out. She is still a puppy and has so much energy. I have built her a dog house out of used metal from school. But I think my eyes were a little big while picking them out. I now have a dog house that we call "Chateau de Kay Go Gee" which translates roughly into "house of fried dog". We joke about putting in a basement and maybe a patio. Possibly a little pond or swimming pool. Or at the very least an attic. You be the judge but here are some new pictures of my dog "Kool-Aid" and her new house. (or at least almost finished house). &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8158/1455/320/PICT0066.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8158/1455/320/PICT0061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8158/1455/320/PICT0063.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8158/1455/320/PICT0070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8158/1455/320/PICT0060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15655406-115804017406861800?l=chandlerrules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chandlerrules.blogspot.com/feeds/115804017406861800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15655406&amp;postID=115804017406861800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15655406/posts/default/115804017406861800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15655406/posts/default/115804017406861800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chandlerrules.blogspot.com/2006/09/kool-aid-is-getting-bigger.html' title='Kool-Aid is getting bigger'/><author><name>Big Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953290243640152276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03961190561200223059'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15655406.post-115803954498820666</id><published>2006-09-12T14:06:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T14:39:05.026+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay New year, new toys.</title><content type='html'>Well it is the first month of school and we are having a blast so far...it's hard to believe that I am the top man on the pole. I think there are only 2 or 3 teachers here that have been here longer than I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer while I was back in the states I figured that I needed to get a few things to brighten up my office, so I bought a Kansas Flag, and a nice little window covering that has golf on it. I was also looking for a wall mural that had a sports theme to it. When I lived in California, I had a nice one of a minor league baseball park, that was taken from center field, during a game. You could see the shortstop and the second baseman along with the pitcher, catcher and the umpire. Then it wrapped around the wall and had most of the stands in it. It actually covered my closet and the knob for the door was in the catchers glove...SO COOL. I really loved it because when I would be sent to my room I would go through it and look at all the little things that you might not catch. Like a guy bending over to pick up his wallet or whatever. And this was caught on film, and people have this in rooms all over the world. While I was looking for something like that to add a little spice to my office or room. I thought it would be really cool if I were to get a shot of Arrowhead, like during game day from midfield. And then 360 degrees around and put that on my walls in my gym, wouldn't that be cool to be in that room with 77,000 fans cheering you on. However, I don't think something like that exists. So I got the next best thing. However, it wasn't available to be brought back with me and so my parents were awesome enough to send it over to Korea so that I could put it on my office wall. below you will see the transition from nothing to full wall. By the way, mom and dad, you have no idea how grateful I am that you sent this one and after I was done putting this one up I couldn't imagine the pain and trials that you had putting the baseball one up and I don't think I thanked you enough for that. I hope you guys enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8158/1455/320/PICT0072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the first one (1 of 8)&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8158/1455/320/PICT0074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2 of 8)&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8158/1455/320/PICT0076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3 of 8)&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8158/1455/320/PICT0078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4 of 8)&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8158/1455/320/PICT0080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forgot to take one after 5 so this is (5&amp;6 of 8)&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8158/1455/320/PICT0082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(7 of 8)&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8158/1455/320/PICT0084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;(8 of 8)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And here are just a couple o m being a little goofy. Tell me what you think...I think it is really cool. Now I am looking for a ceiling fan that has palm branches and then I'll just have constant beach music being played all day long. I think I might stay here some night and pretend that I am on vacation.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8158/1455/320/PICT0088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8158/1455/320/PICT0089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15655406-115803954498820666?l=chandlerrules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chandlerrules.blogspot.com/feeds/115803954498820666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15655406&amp;postID=115803954498820666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15655406/posts/default/115803954498820666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15655406/posts/default/115803954498820666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chandlerrules.blogspot.com/2006/09/okay-new-year-new-toys.html' title='Okay New year, new toys.'/><author><name>Big Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953290243640152276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03961190561200223059'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15655406.post-115676665476918167</id><published>2006-08-28T20:56:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T21:04:14.770+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The best picture ever taken</title><content type='html'>before I sign off for the night I thought I would post two pictures that I think are the best ever taken of me...I HATE my picture being taken because I always think I look like a dork...many people are like "No you look good" I know they are placating me, and I appreciate it, but it is okay to call the picture what it is...kindling. But these two however are awesome...I actually looked at the one of just me and I thought it was one of those that comes with the frame of a picture ya know? The other one is of me and my dad. Now please don't think that just because I am in a tux that I got married. I have already heard people thinking that. These pictures were taken at my sister Kim's wedding back in May of 2003.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="325" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8158/1455/320/Aaron.jpg" width="262" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I KNOW&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8158/1455/320/Dad%20%26%20Aaron.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a pair of hunks right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15655406-115676665476918167?l=chandlerrules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chandlerrules.blogspot.com/feeds/115676665476918167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15655406&amp;postID=115676665476918167' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15655406/posts/default/115676665476918167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15655406/posts/default/115676665476918167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chandlerrules.blogspot.com/2006/08/best-picture-ever-taken.html' title='The best picture ever taken'/><author><name>Big Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953290243640152276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03961190561200223059'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15655406.post-115676596059188541</id><published>2006-08-28T20:18:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T20:52:40.640+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Again</title><content type='html'>Okay loyal readers, I'm sorry again for not posting sooner. I could give a lot of excuses, but they really wouldn't do anything justice. I have just got back to Korea and have been getting ready for school which we started last Wed. I was in Memphis again this summer, this time as an advisor rather than a participant. It was a real blast and I met some really awesome people. I plan on going back there this next year after my time in Korea is done. I have been really doing some praying about staying another year or not and I feel God calling me to other places. If that is in the states, or in another country, I plan on following Him wherever He leads. I will come up with a few stories later, but I thought I would throw a few pictures on here so that people might be able to see some recent things...plus I know that people really only come here to see the interesting pictures anyway right? &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8158/1455/320/Caity%2017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was me at the Redbirds game in Memphis...don't ask me who won...I really could have cared less about the game...It was the company and the friends around me that really made the night one to remember.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8158/1455/320/IMG_1871.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This was only half of the people that were at the PFO training in Memphis...about 140 people from all over GOING all over...what an awesome show of faith and determination.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8158/1455/320/Aaron%206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our new Third grade teacher here in Pyongtaek...Mr. Mark Boyson...He is just a tad shorter than I am but as you see whether we are in the states or here in Korea, SIZE MATTERS...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8158/1455/320/Cinderella.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can you believe me in a talent show...If you can see I am there sitting in the chair in the blue shirt. Trevor is standing and going from my right is Avery, Gregg, Dave and Mark. We were all in a play of Cinderella. Mark was Prince Charming, Dave was the Fairy Godmother Gregg and Avery were the ugly step sisters Trevor was the narrator, and that leaves me and one part left to play...yes I played Cinderella. The whole skit was set up to be spoken, even read from the script in a VERY monotone voice. So I would get up slowly walk over to the mic after Mark would get up to say "I am prince Charming" I would follow with something like "I am so beautiful" or "Alright" the crowd loved it and I enjoyed myself. I had a great coach and was told to pick a spot out in the room and boy did I ever. Thanks Coach.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay I better wrap up this little journey. I will share more pictures of friends and events later. Thanks people for checking in every now and then. I will try to do better, but it is always great to hear people from home say that they check the blog out...it really makes me write a little more often...keep it up, and feel free to make a comment every now and then.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Later on...Peace out&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15655406-115676596059188541?l=chandlerrules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chandlerrules.blogspot.com/feeds/115676596059188541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15655406&amp;postID=115676596059188541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15655406/posts/default/115676596059188541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15655406/posts/default/115676596059188541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chandlerrules.blogspot.com/2006/08/back-again.html' title='Back Again'/><author><name>Big Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953290243640152276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03961190561200223059'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15655406.post-115010206698241820</id><published>2006-06-12T06:53:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T19:41:28.923+09:00</updated><title type='text'>STEVEN CURTIS CHAPMAN</title><content type='html'>Well I know that it has been a while since I last blogged, but I relly wanted to make this as perfect as possible. I really couldn't believe what happened during these two days and so I was left in awe. But now it has been a few weeks and my eomtions have calmed down a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During our Spring Break, Grace, Paul, Beckie, Laura, Jerry and I went up to Seoul to go on the Seoul City Bus Tour. This is my third year here and I can't believe I have never done this before. We get on a bus at a certain location, and they take us from place to place, where we can get off the bus, look around, take some pictures, and get back on. One of the places that we went to was the USO at Yongsan. We had an American lunch there and then waited while the girls went to the bathroom. While we waited, I was standing by the door, near a stand that had flyers of things around the neighborhood, kind of like at a hotel in the states, where they have little things of "things to do while you are in Podunk". You know what I'm talking about. Well Grace looked over at me and out of the corner of her eye she saw something and said "Hey, why haven't you seen that yet." I looked over and my eyes fell on a ad for Steven Curtis Chapman in concert in Seoul. I was almost floored. I grabbed it expecting it to be a past event that I miss, however to God's wonderful blessing, he was going to be in concert the next month on the 18th, at 7:00 pm in Seoul. I took it, put it in my backpack and continued on the way. The following Monday at school, I went to one of our secretaries and gave her 110,000 won, which is roughly 110 dollars and had her put in an order for two tickets as close as she could get them. I got them and was thrilled that I would be seeing him again. This would be my third concert of his that I would see. One in Kansas City, one in Oklahoma City, and now one in Seoul South Korea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, I got to school and was excited about telling people that I would be going to the concert in like three weeks. But Melissa Williamson beat me to the announcement. In our daily devotions, Melissa made the announcement that Steven Curtis Chapman would be in concert. I was sitting there with this grin on my face thinking, "yeah I already have tickets". Then she dropped the bomb on me. She went on to tell everyone that he would be at nearby Camp Humphries giving a "FREE" concert to the troops and she was asking if anyone wanted to go. This concert would be the night before the one I already had tickets too... What in the world was I going to do? Grace and I looked at each other and kind of put our hands up. I really didn't know what she was thinking so I waited until the devotions were over and went over to Grace. I asked her what she thought about doing both concerts, knowing that she was very busy with end of the year things and stuff like that. But she suprised me and said. "Yeah, let's do both of them." Wow was I in shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to the night of the first concert. It was going to be at 6:00 on base,so we all brought our passports and things to be signed on, and headed to the hall around 5:15. I really thought that this concert would be outside because of all the people that would be at a FREE STEVEN CURTIS CHAPMAN concert. However, I was wrong. We got to the building and it was a small 200 seat auditorium, and three people were there when we showed up. And they were sitting in the middle of the hall. So I went in saw the front row open and started drooling. I went over the the middles and sat down on the second seat from the inside. Everyone else that came with us was laughing because they knew how I was feeling. They wanted to go get something to eat, so I saved all of the front row for our teachers. They asked if they could come and trade so I could get something to eat and I said "Like I could eat now!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the concert was GREAT he came out and said that he wanted this to be between a normal concert and just a get together between close friends. After the concert some of the troops went up on stage and behind the curtains to get autographs, and I just figured that that was it. We started packing things up and all of a sudden he walks out and takes a seat at the far end of the hall. We got in line and because there weren't a million people there we just waited about twenty minutes before we were at teh front of the line. Once there, I bent over and shook his hand, laid my "Steven Curtis Chapman guitar book" down on the table and we talked for a bit and I told him that I was a missionary teacher here in Korea, and he seemed interested in that. I then asked if he would take a picture with me. He said "Sure". So I went behind the table that he was using to sign autographs and stood behind him. They couldn't get both of us in the picture, so he stood up, well that didn't help much either because he only came up to like my armpit. So he actually climbed up me and stood on a nearby chair and wrapped his arm around me which is the picture below. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8158/1455/320/SCC%26ME.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15655406-115010206698241820?l=chandlerrules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chandlerrules.blogspot.com/feeds/115010206698241820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15655406&amp;postID=115010206698241820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15655406/posts/default/115010206698241820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15655406/posts/default/115010206698241820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chandlerrules.blogspot.com/2006/06/steven-curtis-chapman.html' title='STEVEN CURTIS CHAPMAN'/><author><name>Big Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08953290243640152276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03961190561200223059'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>