<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914916228037820786</id><updated>2011-12-28T16:31:02.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kuya Dave</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuyadave.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914916228037820786/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuyadave.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914916228037820786.post-2838918220215108836</id><published>2008-12-26T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T17:20:35.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's come undone</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SVWCwmhhZXI/AAAAAAAAANg/aRjTPcLZtTc/s400/wing.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284273509275624818" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She found a mountain that was far too high, and when she found out that she couldn't fly, mama it was too late!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SVWCw9a9rbI/AAAAAAAAANo/-dQr0QFGDSk/s400/olivia.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284273515422133682" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914916228037820786-2838918220215108836?l=kuyadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuyadave.blogspot.com/feeds/2838918220215108836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914916228037820786&amp;postID=2838918220215108836' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914916228037820786/posts/default/2838918220215108836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914916228037820786/posts/default/2838918220215108836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuyadave.blogspot.com/2008/12/shes-come-undone.html' title='She&apos;s come undone'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SVWCwmhhZXI/AAAAAAAAANg/aRjTPcLZtTc/s72-c/wing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914916228037820786.post-1751256729401937332</id><published>2008-12-23T23:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T00:05:23.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seth pictures and 4-year-old pneumatology</title><content type='html'>Seth is changing every week.  He is smiling more, and beginning to laugh at us.  Last night I was wrapping gifts and singing Creedence Clearwater, and he started laughing at me.  It's better than throwing a tomato.  Here are some pictures from the past month.  It's hard to get him to smile on cue...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SVHjYh8nmDI/AAAAAAAAANY/qYyiK7gXVh0/s400/smile.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283253848451291186" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SVHiVZl5xII/AAAAAAAAAM4/BRxJ2TFwQwg/s400/rock.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283252695157294210" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SVHibyk_jII/AAAAAAAAANQ/K7OlWh7zWH4/s400/tummy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283252804943580290" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SVHiV0rnjfI/AAAAAAAAANI/5hMZ1dbn3YY/s400/smile2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283252702429023730" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SVHiVSdmKyI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YsZVMO9vPfA/s400/bib.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283252693243407138" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SVHiVPD-7rI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Yiw1fw28_7E/s400/ac.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283252692330671794" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seth is a chick magnet, just like his old man was at his age...  The other day I was rocking Seth to sleep and Abby wanted to sing 'Father I adore you' to him.  She sang in the sweetest voice, and it brought a tear to my eye.  She had troubles on the third stanza, however.  She sang 'Father I adore you, Jesus I adore you, 'sparagus I adore you'...  Close, but heretical none the less.  I will not recant.  Here I stand; I can do no other.  God help me.  Amen.&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/7914916228037820786-1751256729401937332?l=kuyadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuyadave.blogspot.com/feeds/1751256729401937332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914916228037820786&amp;postID=1751256729401937332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914916228037820786/posts/default/1751256729401937332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914916228037820786/posts/default/1751256729401937332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuyadave.blogspot.com/2008/12/seth-pictures-and-4-year-old.html' title='Seth pictures and 4-year-old pneumatology'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SVHjYh8nmDI/AAAAAAAAANY/qYyiK7gXVh0/s72-c/smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914916228037820786.post-8355551349484758958</id><published>2008-12-23T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T23:08:01.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to update...</title><content type='html'>To all my avid readers, sorry I have slacked off.  I have been busy doing very important things each day.  Now I am taking a day to relax and let the important stuff slide.  Since I last wrote, we have had lots of fun.  Christmas begins in September in the Philippines, but we are just now getting into the spirit of things.  It can be difficult to have the Christmas cheer over here; we are away from our loved ones, we don't have any snow, and we are bombarded by requests for gifts and money :).  There is one thing that brings back the joy... making cookies!  The girls recently frosted a bunch of sugar cookies, and I promptly ate them for dinner.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SVHe89nEm9I/AAAAAAAAAMI/klwKqlMz_1s/s400/cookie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283248976794262482" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, we made another batch.  This time, our friends Mylene and Yannah came over to help, and Olivia took her shirt off.  She actually got more sprinkles in her mouth than she did on the cookies.  I think that batch is almost gone too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SVHe9jzenvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QgWeFqzQHQw/s400/yannah.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283248987046846194" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow is Christmas day, and we have way more gifts than we need.  I will try to post pictures within the next 60 days!  Here's a recent picture of the three kids.  Notice how the girls are not kicking, punching, pinching, screaming, or even pulling hair.  It is truly a Merry Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SVHe9sQeeAI/AAAAAAAAAMY/oPioA3btP3s/s400/kids.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283248989315954690" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, I thought Olivia deserved to have a picture of her own after the Abby post.  Here she is being a good mommy to Elmo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SVHe9aKeorI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/3AEnlhd1Hr8/s400/elmo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283248984458961586" /&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/7914916228037820786-8355551349484758958?l=kuyadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuyadave.blogspot.com/feeds/8355551349484758958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914916228037820786&amp;postID=8355551349484758958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914916228037820786/posts/default/8355551349484758958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914916228037820786/posts/default/8355551349484758958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuyadave.blogspot.com/2008/12/time-to-update.html' title='Time to update...'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SVHe89nEm9I/AAAAAAAAAMI/klwKqlMz_1s/s72-c/cookie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914916228037820786.post-1599147681700562453</id><published>2008-11-19T17:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T17:23:04.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls' day out</title><content type='html'>My parents were just here for 6 weeks, and it was really great to have them.  One day Abby went out with Michele and Grandma for a girls' day out.  Just a few pictures, because they are so cute!  Abby is growing up fast...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SSS7YeSoLfI/AAAAAAAAALg/ancqnJQz67Y/s400/tall.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270543493052771826" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They went to an outdoor shopping center not far from where we live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SSS7Y1BGDbI/AAAAAAAAAL4/2QZhyd6bJeA/s400/mom.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270543499153247666" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And got pampered!  (No, missionaries don't do this everyday.  Just Monday, Wednesday and Friday)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SSS7YudisiI/AAAAAAAAALw/311X4Fvdrv4/s400/feet.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270543497393517090" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, because she was such a good girl...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SSS7YiahLPI/AAAAAAAAALo/QEPtVnvafQ8/s400/dq.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270543494159609074" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the car ride home.  Thanks for a fun day, Grandma!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SSS7Y35SOSI/AAAAAAAAAMA/YmtUDwxxzK4/s400/car.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270543499925797154" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914916228037820786-1599147681700562453?l=kuyadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuyadave.blogspot.com/feeds/1599147681700562453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914916228037820786&amp;postID=1599147681700562453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914916228037820786/posts/default/1599147681700562453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914916228037820786/posts/default/1599147681700562453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuyadave.blogspot.com/2008/11/girls-day-out.html' title='Girls&apos; day out'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SSS7YeSoLfI/AAAAAAAAALg/ancqnJQz67Y/s72-c/tall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914916228037820786.post-6886826970657335542</id><published>2008-10-29T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T07:24:38.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday, birthday, birthday for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Abby turned the big 4 on Sunday.  She's such a big girl now!  She's adjusting to life without her nuk (pacifier).  We told her she had to lose it when she turned 4.  Don't want her getting beaten up on the playground...  the first night she screamed, "I don't want to be four!  Three is better!"  Anyway on Sunday we had a little party, but not many kids.  Most missionary families are away because it is fall break at the MK school.  We had a few folks over for ice cream and cake.  Michele and my mom did a bang-up job on Strawberry Shortcake.  I did the eyes...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SQhwWhQRs2I/AAAAAAAAAK4/QLlk8i6wCXg/s400/cake.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262579696768496482" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My parents brought over gifts from everyone at home.  Abby had a blast.  She and Olivia are enjoying the Fisher Price karaoke machine that puts them on the tv screen.  Olivia got so whipped up during presents that she took off running full speed, and didn't stop until she hit the cement wall.  Totally hilarious from where I was sitting...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SQhwXVuNowI/AAAAAAAAALQ/JVFBxSsHZOE/s400/tv.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262579710852702978" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SQhwWgBV3TI/AAAAAAAAALA/KswlWeCroFg/s400/house.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262579696437419314" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A week before we celebrated Yannah's 11th birthday.  I will have to write about Yannah and Mylene sometime, but Mylene is Michele's friend who watches our girls a few hours each week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SQhwXS3jP_I/AAAAAAAAALY/JS6baA4HSrc/s400/yannah.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262579710086561778" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby Seth got his BCG shot today.  he has grown to 22.5 inches and 9 pounds.  Doing very well.  Here he is in a little outfit Val sent us.  Thanks Val (and Josh. I know Josh probably picked it out...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SQhwW9KEPUI/AAAAAAAAALI/9vgAN31XDFM/s400/seth.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262579704258641218" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914916228037820786-6886826970657335542?l=kuyadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuyadave.blogspot.com/feeds/6886826970657335542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914916228037820786&amp;postID=6886826970657335542' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914916228037820786/posts/default/6886826970657335542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914916228037820786/posts/default/6886826970657335542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuyadave.blogspot.com/2008/10/birthday-birthday-birthday-for-you.html' title='Birthday, birthday, birthday for you'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SQhwWhQRs2I/AAAAAAAAAK4/QLlk8i6wCXg/s72-c/cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914916228037820786.post-5198673614583742772</id><published>2008-10-03T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T00:51:09.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Seth is here!</title><content type='html'>Seth David Clinton entered the world a couple weeks early on September 30, 2008.  He weighed in at a whopping 7 and a half pounds, and measured a staggering 19.68 inches in length.  I'm exaggerating the whopping and staggering.  But he does have 10 fingers and toes, one nose, and 2 ears.  Yes!  He was born a heathen gentile, but all that changed the next day.  He is now a son of Abraham.  I am one of them, and so are you... We got Michele and Seth out of the hospital after 2 nights; not bad.  The nurse said Michele was the most 'able' post-cesarean patient she'd ever seen.  Michele was sitting up, walking, and mowing the lawn within 24 hours.  Abby and Olivia were ecstatic to meet their new brother, and Olivia was excited to 'pet' him.  It was better than when I brought home turtles!  Anyway, here are a couple of pics.  We can't figure out who he looks like yet... &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SOXOSfJDK6I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/rFFrR1T2LlA/s400/close.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252831357389974434" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SOXOSp4jIvI/AAAAAAAAAKY/TjxX5ZclFHs/s400/abby.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252831360273556210" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SOXOS9gi8rI/AAAAAAAAAKg/ubsICRkYQUU/s400/bia.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252831365541589682" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SOXOSy-Y6FI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ZnMhEjNKIPg/s400/sleep.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252831362713970770" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SOXOS86rDjI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ab9b8qf0KQo/s400/hands.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252831365382737458" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, before I forget- have a merry Christmas!  A little early for that, you say?  Not really.  I heard Christmas carols in the mall on September 7.  We do things a little early here in the Philippines.  By the time December 25 rolls around, pray that I don't strangle someone with a string of lights...&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/7914916228037820786-5198673614583742772?l=kuyadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuyadave.blogspot.com/feeds/5198673614583742772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914916228037820786&amp;postID=5198673614583742772' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914916228037820786/posts/default/5198673614583742772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914916228037820786/posts/default/5198673614583742772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuyadave.blogspot.com/2008/10/baby-seth-is-here.html' title='Baby Seth is here!'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SOXOSfJDK6I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/rFFrR1T2LlA/s72-c/close.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914916228037820786.post-5610575096983804794</id><published>2008-09-28T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T07:44:09.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to Daniel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am devoting this post to my friend on the mission field named Daniel Bucher.  I think he is the only one who reads this, anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ode to Daniel, not Dan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SN-V7ZVXLzI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ZDABAqsWcKQ/s400/squat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251080538182594354" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He doesn't eat with his hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SN-V7JmXobI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9IhADIVgzec/s400/food.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251080533958959538" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He has many fans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SN-V7HvQIcI/AAAAAAAAAJg/gB2DyVBUeLw/s400/fans.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251080533459345858" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He lives in a van (down by the river).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SN-V7dQr15I/AAAAAAAAAJw/XuQUPBrycgM/s400/river.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251080539236718482" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is not very tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SN-Xx07qmiI/AAAAAAAAAKI/AvdkAfL3yw0/s400/tan.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251082572815571490" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914916228037820786-5610575096983804794?l=kuyadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuyadave.blogspot.com/feeds/5610575096983804794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914916228037820786&amp;postID=5610575096983804794' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914916228037820786/posts/default/5610575096983804794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914916228037820786/posts/default/5610575096983804794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuyadave.blogspot.com/2008/09/ode-to-daniel.html' title='Ode to Daniel'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SN-V7ZVXLzI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ZDABAqsWcKQ/s72-c/squat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914916228037820786.post-7189514177334517766</id><published>2008-09-21T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T17:28:14.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baguio Pictures</title><content type='html'>Two weeks ago we loaded up the car and headed for the mountains to get a little break.  It was nice to get up above the timber line, where temps are in the 70's by day and low 60's at night. It felt so good to wear long pants and sweats for a change!  This was our last little get-away before baby boy comes.  The girls had a ball cooking hot dogs and marshmallows over the fire, looking at the beautiful flowers, butterflies and bugs, and playing on the playground.  Mom and Dad were excited to find summer sausage and corned beef hash in the grocery store!  We basically ate, sat by the fire, and ate more.  Very nice...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SNbl6XHofeI/AAAAAAAAAIw/qQsb0spCRuI/s400/marsh.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248635206548094434" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SNbl6hB6NxI/AAAAAAAAAI4/81cFCn4rsjw/s400/cereal.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248635209208444690" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SNbl6i1eVJI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rdbC7K3w7d4/s400/bug.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248635209693156498" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SNbl6_n5f7I/AAAAAAAAAJI/elzit9gtH0g/s400/bia.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248635217420844978" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SNbl6xyj8FI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/jDbtGcCs1yo/s400/both.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248635213707472978" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vacations can wear you out, so we did this when we got back into town...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SNbmPk8KQCI/AAAAAAAAAJY/LMrUWtYDnaQ/s400/sleep.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248635571035324450" /&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/7914916228037820786-7189514177334517766?l=kuyadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuyadave.blogspot.com/feeds/7189514177334517766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914916228037820786&amp;postID=7189514177334517766' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914916228037820786/posts/default/7189514177334517766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914916228037820786/posts/default/7189514177334517766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuyadave.blogspot.com/2008/09/baguio-pictures.html' title='Baguio Pictures'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SNbl6XHofeI/AAAAAAAAAIw/qQsb0spCRuI/s72-c/marsh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914916228037820786.post-1324595198089399021</id><published>2008-09-04T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T00:57:24.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The night I became a man...</title><content type='html'>This actually took place back in July, but I just got the pictures to share with you.  When I was speaking at the youth camp, the camp director went out and bought me a balut (bah-loot).  You may have seen these on Fear Factor.  It's a fertilized duck egg, just days from it's due date.  By fertilized I mean it's not an egg with a yoke and a white.  It has a duck in it.  A duck with feathers and a beak and a skull and claws.  And a big hard yellow blob that it's attached to.  I've lived in the Philippines for nearly a fourth of my life now, and I had thus far managed to escape eating one of these things.  It's kind of a rite of passage for missionaries, or a test of manhood.  My dad has eaten buckets of balut, but I was scared stiff.  Well, my time came in front of about 50 jr high school students.  Joe Mauk, the camp director, and another counselor are pictured helping me get through the process.  You start by cracking open the tip of the egg.  Then you drink out the fluid.  This part has always scared me, but so far so good.  It tasted like chicken soup.  Then you peel away the shell and go to town.  It was horrifying.  You can almost see my gag reflex in the pictures...  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SMDKuWSBvLI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/oAONLCI_1mE/s400/n715630319_1522527_2059.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242412863863241906" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SMDKuasgCvI/AAAAAAAAAIY/EUhUbyKiuB8/s400/n715630319_1522528_2383.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242412865048021746" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry about the red eye.  It took me over 20 minutes from start to finish.  Now I'm a man... or a true missionary.  Eating the balut was a little like my marathon.  A long, difficult, scary, painful experience which I now brag about as if it were nothing.  Ha!  I'm the man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914916228037820786-1324595198089399021?l=kuyadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuyadave.blogspot.com/feeds/1324595198089399021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914916228037820786&amp;postID=1324595198089399021' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914916228037820786/posts/default/1324595198089399021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914916228037820786/posts/default/1324595198089399021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuyadave.blogspot.com/2008/09/night-i-became-man.html' title='The night I became a man...'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SMDKuWSBvLI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/oAONLCI_1mE/s72-c/n715630319_1522527_2059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914916228037820786.post-5974687199181732596</id><published>2008-08-30T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T01:27:47.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Air...</title><content type='html'>Tell me how I'm post to breave wid no air.  We have a pretty cool view of Manila from our condo.  We live up in the hills, and we can typically see for miles.  This morning I got up early to jog, and I couldn't see Manila at all.  I could see maybe a mile, and then greyish-brown haze.  Gross.  I felt like I was breathing dirty jell-o when I was running.  So last week we found out that Abby is basically allergic to the air here.  She has had an increasing cough for a month, so Michele took her to the Doctor.  Doctor put her on Claritin and she will probably take a steroid this week.  It kind of bums us out that our decision to live in the Philippines has side effects on our little girl.  The doctor said this is pretty common, like hay fever, but it still stinks.  Her little pink body is growing up and getting bumps, bruises, and issues.  :(&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a more better note, let me tell you about Efraim Calopez.  (EF-rah-eem) is one of our feeding program kids at Tanza.  He's a favorite because he's one of the cutest kids I've seen anywhere.  If I'm around long enough, I want to put this kid through Bible school and make him a Filipino pastor.  Efraim's english is excellent; as good as most adults here, and he just turned 6!  At night before bed he asks his mom to teach him English!  Last week I thought of giving him a couple of literacy books we have laying around.  They are full of kids' stories like Dr Suess, etc.  I figured he'd enjoy practicing with them, so I threw them in the car.  The next few times that I was at Tanza, I forgot to give them to him.  So yesterday I remembered, and handed him the books.  He was all smiles and thanked me profusely.  Come to find out, it was his 6th birthday and I had no idea!  How cool.  Did the Lord tell me to give him those books, and cause me to forget until his birthday so that it would make a lasting impression on him, causing him to grow up desiring to serve the Lord because of the generosity of that American missionary so many years before?  I doubt it!  But it made my day.  Here's the little turkey...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SLkETahfFpI/AAAAAAAAAII/QjQ_L8g6PPA/s400/efraim.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240224373006079634" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914916228037820786-5974687199181732596?l=kuyadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuyadave.blogspot.com/feeds/5974687199181732596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914916228037820786&amp;postID=5974687199181732596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914916228037820786/posts/default/5974687199181732596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914916228037820786/posts/default/5974687199181732596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuyadave.blogspot.com/2008/08/no-air.html' title='No Air...'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SLkETahfFpI/AAAAAAAAAII/QjQ_L8g6PPA/s72-c/efraim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914916228037820786.post-2708428042843084830</id><published>2008-08-23T06:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T06:48:26.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Around the house</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thought I'd share a few pictures from this weekend.  First of all, I'm not sure why we would invest in an easel, when we have a perfectly good floor to color on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SLAURqjl8HI/AAAAAAAAAHw/mAVEtXhQ7dI/s400/easel.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237708660345794674" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abby has been fascinated with the idea of growing flowers, so we bought some seeds, pots, gloves, etc.  Abby and Olivia helped mommy plant the seeds, and we each have a pot on the back porch with our name on it.  Abby woke up this morning expecting to see flowers...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SLAUSC2323I/AAAAAAAAAH4/QmLY08gOKpQ/s400/plant.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237708666869111666" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight we watched a little 'Narnia' before bed.  Today at the mall I found a cool Aslan shirt for Abby, and she loved it.  Yes, it's a boys' shirt.  It was 50% off.  Missionary to the max...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SLAUSM-AwGI/AAAAAAAAAIA/nk4fphpbfK8/s400/shirt.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237708669583409250" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, we started getting the apartment ready for the new baby.  Finished painting the girls' room (it took about 10 months total) and put a bunk bed in.  Abby and Olivia are enjoying it so far, and are sleeping soundly as I type this.  It's a milestone for Olivia; her first night out of the crib...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SLAURrCpY0I/AAAAAAAAAHo/pMD0oTWJAo4/s400/bed.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237708660476044098" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not the most riveting blog-post, but I got some sweet girls!&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/7914916228037820786-2708428042843084830?l=kuyadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuyadave.blogspot.com/feeds/2708428042843084830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914916228037820786&amp;postID=2708428042843084830' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914916228037820786/posts/default/2708428042843084830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914916228037820786/posts/default/2708428042843084830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuyadave.blogspot.com/2008/08/around-house.html' title='Around the house'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SLAURqjl8HI/AAAAAAAAAHw/mAVEtXhQ7dI/s72-c/easel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914916228037820786.post-7424667886739980209</id><published>2008-08-19T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T01:18:25.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food and stuff</title><content type='html'>Last week we received a huge shipment of donated food items from Indiana.  My missionary friend Daniel Bucher's dad operates a food bank, and he sent over a shipping container full of rice, beans, baby cereal, granola bars, spinach, and TVP.  Textured Vegetable Protein is a vegetarian meat substitute made from soy beans.  It's like crunchy granola, and you make meat out of it by adding water and spices.  So far we've faked out the kids at the feeding program a few times; they think it's pork.  I call it mystery meat.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SKqBCqjPejI/AAAAAAAAAHY/0aMU9IcTrLw/s400/food.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236139399553448498" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SKqBC2VNHAI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ROQQjyPhswA/s400/closet.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236139402715798530" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am renting a storage closet in our condo building, to house all the food.  Yesterday morning I went in the closet to get some pasta, and I saw Ratatouille staring at me.  He was a pretty big one, too.  I declared war.  Mainly because I want to preserve the food for the children, but also because I wet my pants.  I am not a rat lover.  I went out and bought poison, glue traps, and a $20 electronic thing that messes with rodents' nervous systems.  I hope our neighbors don't have hamsters; this thing has a 200 yard range.  This morning, no sign of him and one of the glue traps is gone.  He probably ate it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week we took Abby to 'Wall-E', the pixar movie.  She loved it.  She was the happiest girl in the world, sitting in the chair and watching the big screen.  I loved watching her as much as the movie.  Toward the end she decided she'd rather sit in the aisle, with her head against my arm.  Weird, but cute.  Like her old man.&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/7914916228037820786-7424667886739980209?l=kuyadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuyadave.blogspot.com/feeds/7424667886739980209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914916228037820786&amp;postID=7424667886739980209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914916228037820786/posts/default/7424667886739980209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914916228037820786/posts/default/7424667886739980209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuyadave.blogspot.com/2008/08/food-and-stuff.html' title='Food and stuff'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SKqBCqjPejI/AAAAAAAAAHY/0aMU9IcTrLw/s72-c/food.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914916228037820786.post-5686564760973037525</id><published>2008-08-05T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T23:45:47.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marathon Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Well, my first marathon is behind me.  It was extremely painful, humbling, and terrible.  But, it's kind of like what Michele described after childbirth.  I'm already forgetting the pain that I went through... except for the lingering foot blisters.  Not much to report, other than the fact that I finished in 4:40.  Most of the senior citizen runners were already at the buffet breakfast by the time I finished.  But I finished.  That was my main goal.  If there's a next time, I can only improve on my time.  Here are some of the gruesome details that won't make the prayer letters...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Here I am at mile 16, getting passed by a woman, and my feet are about to pop.  I've got a pretty good smile considering the pain I'm in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SJlHHbcNcNI/AAAAAAAAAGM/cZtEanOxVxE/s400/run.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231290635118276818" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;When I crossed the finish line, I blew kisses to the crowd... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SJlHHuKAAYI/AAAAAAAAAGk/3C39LMzMyYw/s400/finish.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231290640142172546" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;It was only at the taking of this photo that Michele pointed out to me that my nipples were bleeding.  Embarrassing!  That only happens to amateurs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SJlHHgBKWlI/AAAAAAAAAGc/a36bRq6J_Uo/s400/flex.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231290636347005522" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;And here they are again, incase you like seeing them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SJlHHkHMzaI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Rw8b004MoCM/s400/smile.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231290637446073762" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;This next photo requires parental guidance.  4 and a half hours in wet socks.  The skin on my feet shifted all over the place, and is still recovering.  Note the nasty blisters on the side of my heel, and under my little toe.  Hungry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SJlHH2VuNWI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Rt44QmOi8rI/s400/feet.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231290642338821474" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Finally, I hobbled back to our hotel room and did this for a while:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SJlHRD5hXjI/AAAAAAAAAG0/N3oZecME_6M/s400/bath.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231290800597458482" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;It took two days and six washings to eliminate the odor from under my arms.  I'm a man's man - like Rock Hudson!  Thanks for all your support, and for praying me through  this ordeal.  Next year I'm going to run 3 miles and try to raise $10,000 per mile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914916228037820786-5686564760973037525?l=kuyadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuyadave.blogspot.com/feeds/5686564760973037525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914916228037820786&amp;postID=5686564760973037525' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914916228037820786/posts/default/5686564760973037525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914916228037820786/posts/default/5686564760973037525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuyadave.blogspot.com/2008/08/marathon-man.html' title='Marathon Man'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SJlHHbcNcNI/AAAAAAAAAGM/cZtEanOxVxE/s72-c/run.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914916228037820786.post-7575112332291442021</id><published>2008-07-30T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T01:40:23.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food for thought</title><content type='html'>I just peeled a banana (potassium) and broke it in half to reveal a hollowed-out little igloo.  Inside this igloo was a half-inch grub, wiggling around.  Gross!  Glad I didn't bite into it!  Please send Chipotle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914916228037820786-7575112332291442021?l=kuyadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuyadave.blogspot.com/feeds/7575112332291442021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914916228037820786&amp;postID=7575112332291442021' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914916228037820786/posts/default/7575112332291442021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914916228037820786/posts/default/7575112332291442021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuyadave.blogspot.com/2008/07/food-for-thought.html' title='Food for thought'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914916228037820786.post-1282624631685841294</id><published>2008-07-25T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T03:14:17.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a boy!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Michele had another ultrasound, and the Dr is 100% sure we have a boy!  Last time she told us she was 80% sure it was a girl, so we've been debating between Hannah or Megan.  I guess that debate is over.  Here's the proof of manhood...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SIq9nETya_I/AAAAAAAAAGE/JTJsMyKNfTc/s320/boy.jpg001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227198796386167794" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ok, pray for little Megan!  Pray that he doesn't get beat up for having a girls name!&lt;/span&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/7914916228037820786-1282624631685841294?l=kuyadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuyadave.blogspot.com/feeds/1282624631685841294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914916228037820786&amp;postID=1282624631685841294' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914916228037820786/posts/default/1282624631685841294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914916228037820786/posts/default/1282624631685841294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuyadave.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-boy.html' title='It&apos;s a boy!!!'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SIq9nETya_I/AAAAAAAAAGE/JTJsMyKNfTc/s72-c/boy.jpg001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914916228037820786.post-7707834732840503978</id><published>2008-07-23T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T01:30:28.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Suzane</title><content type='html'>Last week a baby girl was born at Tanza to a single girl named Edna.  The baby is named Suzane.  An hour after she was born, Michele and I got a call that things were not right with Suzane.  The ladies with Edna told us that the baby's head was abnormal and that she had a big red thing on it.  We drove out lat that night and saw Suzane, and felt that everything was ok with her.  Her breathing was good, she didn't seem distressed, and her appearance had improved according to the women.  So, we said goodnight.  Two days later Suzane got a high fever, so we decided it was time to get her to the doctor.  We took her to a clinic, where they told us to get her to a hospital because she likely had a blood infection.  I came home to watch our girls, and Michele took Edna and baby to the hospital.  She's been in the hospital for 3 days now, and it seems she has pneumonia, a blood infection, and possibly meningitis.  She is in the pediatric icu, and we can't see her until she gets out.  At this hospital, someone has to be present 24 hours to run out for things the baby might need.  Rubber gloves, medicine, lab results...  It's our responsibilty to round all of these things up for the icu!!!  This is becoming quite an experience for us.  I spent the night on the floor of the icu waiting room last Sunday night.  Lots of fun!  Since then, Edna and a friend are staying there.  Unfortunately I can't post a picture yet because we can't get in to see the baby in her incubator.  While spending several hours sitting in the waiting room, Michele met a couple with an adopted baby girl in the icu.  She had serious heart troubles, and they had been hanging out in the waiting room for 4 weeks!  Monday their money ran out, so the hospital transferred the baby to their charity ward, where she died within 8 hours.  I can't imagine the pain these folks are facing this week.  To adopt a little girl, a month later she becomes seriously ill, and then dies after a month in the hospital.  I got sick to my stomach when I heard the news.  I can't imagine how the hospital could allow that to happen, and it's all about money.  That's something we probably won't get used to, living over here.  Anyway, keep baby Suzane in your prayers, and also Larry and Melissa who are surely grieving this week.  Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914916228037820786-7707834732840503978?l=kuyadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuyadave.blogspot.com/feeds/7707834732840503978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914916228037820786&amp;postID=7707834732840503978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914916228037820786/posts/default/7707834732840503978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914916228037820786/posts/default/7707834732840503978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuyadave.blogspot.com/2008/07/baby-suzane.html' title='Baby Suzane'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914916228037820786.post-8048390076859886529</id><published>2008-07-13T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T03:14:18.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More camp and stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm all done with summer camp, and I'm exhausted.  I spent the last week with 52 high school and jr high students.  I was the speaker each night, and a cabin leader for the sophmore boys.  We had a great week.  3 kids accepted Jesus into their hearts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SHr541umpGI/AAAAAAAAAFU/-HMfj0tubbk/s320/group.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222761472780051554" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm feeling old now...  Lots of aches and pains from capture the flag and whatnot.  I tried unsuccessfully to teach the boys in my cabin about good music.  The kids these days are listening to pretty sappy electronic dance stuff- no guitars.  They think anything that's 3 years old is classic rock.  Anyway, they're good kids.  They just need a whoopin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SHr54zB0bHI/AAAAAAAAAFc/zoSO_P2SE20/s320/boys.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222761472055340146" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Many days I get homesick for the USA.  There are so many things I miss from home, like beef.  And my family and friends.  However, living in the Philippines offers it's own unique experiences.  I've never done anything like this in Illinois...  It's a little hard to make out, but that flying object is me.  The photo makes this waterfall look pretty small, but it's 50 feet higher when your toes are wrapped around the edge of the rock...  I landed a triple axel...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SHr55H0Fj6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/38QPS_-8eYI/s320/water.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222761477634887586" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Speaking of good music, Michele and I enjoyed a date night when I got back into town.  We went to Eastwood, an outdoor shopping/dining place and had good mexican food.  Then we enjoyed a free concert by Moonstar88, one of my favorite Filipino bands.  They're pretty good, and I've been using some of their songs to help me learn Tagalog.  After their show we went and said hello for a few minutes.  The national music scene is funny here.  Moonstar88 is all over the radio and MTV right now (in Asia) and yet there were probably 300 people at the show.  Other than me, Michele, and a few adolescent kids, they didn't get mobbed by screaming fans.  I screamed a little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SHr54-J0dEI/AAAAAAAAAFk/CspotC4X2X0/s320/star.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222761475041686594" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SHr55JpD1UI/AAAAAAAAAFs/1e3B3bRpt6U/s320/star2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222761478125507906" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Other than that, Abby and I went shopping this weekend and were surprised by what we saw in the department store.  We had to return with mommy and Olivia to show off the poster girl.  Abby did this photo shoot last year and suddenly she appeared in the store this week.  The sales ladies were in awe that the girl from the picture was gracing them with her presence.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SHr5_k8411I/AAAAAAAAAF8/iTsG9H0Fs5I/s320/poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222761588535646034" /&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/7914916228037820786-8048390076859886529?l=kuyadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuyadave.blogspot.com/feeds/8048390076859886529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914916228037820786&amp;postID=8048390076859886529' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914916228037820786/posts/default/8048390076859886529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914916228037820786/posts/default/8048390076859886529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuyadave.blogspot.com/2008/07/more-camp-and-stuff.html' title='More camp and stuff'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SHr541umpGI/AAAAAAAAAFU/-HMfj0tubbk/s72-c/group.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914916228037820786.post-8036007767325409926</id><published>2008-07-04T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T03:14:20.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;This past week and next, I have a fun ministry 'extra' that I'm a part of.  I have been asked to speak to missionary kids at summer camp.  This past week was elementary, and next week I'll be speaking to high school students.  The camp is a beautiful property about 3 hours from our home.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SG3o07EyhcI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ZXF6rUSgQCU/s320/bia.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219083539100894658" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SG3o1IIvHmI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8LpTaZfCOgg/s320/abby.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219083542607109730" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The girls joined me for a couple of nights, but got tired of bunk beds and noisy 3rd graders...  I had a great week though, teaching the kids about 'transformers' and the changes that take place in us when we become followers of Jesus.  I look forward to talking to the older group next week, as I will be able to dig a little deeper with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SG3o1Ez9ZWI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Ytl9z3vFatg/s320/dave.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219083541714658658" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;In Illinois we have raccoons, squirrels, and possums.  Here we have these...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SG3o1WjtpfI/AAAAAAAAAE8/50SmCIwosV4/s320/snake.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219083546478355954" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;This guy (or girl) is 9 feet long, and tricky to keep a hold on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;In other news, we just finished putting a drainage canal around the church at Tanza.  Sound exciting?  Well, it is because now the church won't flood every time there's a rainstorm!  God has blessed us by providing the funds to weatherproof the church.  Now the people can worship rain or shine!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SG3sWWCOUDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/xzIpCZkBjCE/s320/canal2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219087411808456754" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SG3o1XR3EPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/XYFwVTpLFgc/s320/canal.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219083546671911154" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Have a happy 4th of July!!!&lt;/span&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/7914916228037820786-8036007767325409926?l=kuyadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuyadave.blogspot.com/feeds/8036007767325409926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914916228037820786&amp;postID=8036007767325409926' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914916228037820786/posts/default/8036007767325409926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914916228037820786/posts/default/8036007767325409926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuyadave.blogspot.com/2008/07/summer-camp.html' title='Summer camp'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SG3o07EyhcI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ZXF6rUSgQCU/s72-c/bia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914916228037820786.post-8987199049798793588</id><published>2008-06-28T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T03:14:21.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday and more</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Today (June 29) is Olivia's actual birthday.  We had a nice party with plenty of friends.  Together Michele and I were somehow able to get a likeness of Barney onto the cake...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SGchlkhzyRI/AAAAAAAAAD0/CtTlsxF5iu4/s320/barney.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217175622676367634" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SGchl0H3CkI/AAAAAAAAAD8/734p-qeLTl8/s320/cake.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217175626862496322" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Our friend Mylene and her daughter Yannah bought Olivia some sweet jelly shoes.  They have made quite the comeback here in the Philippines.  I'm not sure about America... I remember when my sister wore these in Jr High.  I might need to find some of these bad boys in a size 11...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SGchl6gJj4I/AAAAAAAAAEE/XTt1GnQV1mA/s320/shoe.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217175628574986114" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;In other news, Michele found Abby sleeping with her Santa hat last night.  We're not always certain what's going on in that head...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SGchlxWUxKI/AAAAAAAAAEM/a5n3418Xc6k/s320/hat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217175626117858466" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Finally, have you ever noticed this before, or am I the only one?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SGchmM9pcTI/AAAAAAAAAEU/l6Ltfd6s2kQ/s320/262343~Cynthia-Nixon-Posters.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217175633530548530" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SGchukvyg8I/AAAAAAAAAEc/Lj9g6RaASxA/s320/Aladdin%2BSane.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217175777353827266" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7914916228037820786-8987199049798793588?l=kuyadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuyadave.blogspot.com/feeds/8987199049798793588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914916228037820786&amp;postID=8987199049798793588' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914916228037820786/posts/default/8987199049798793588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914916228037820786/posts/default/8987199049798793588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuyadave.blogspot.com/2008/06/birthday-and-more.html' title='Birthday and more'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SGchlkhzyRI/AAAAAAAAAD0/CtTlsxF5iu4/s72-c/barney.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914916228037820786.post-929595557073847088</id><published>2008-06-27T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T03:14:22.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FunZone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Yesterday we celebrated Olivia's 2nd birthday (early).  We have found a sweet playland for the kids, and we went with our good friends the Manthe's.  Josh and Val came to the Philippines at the same time we did a few years ago.  We have gotten very close to them and their two girls, Mackenzie and Bella.  Today Val and the girls went home to the States for almost a year, and Josh leaves next month.  We are really going to miss them!  Michele is crying already.  Anyway, here are a few pictures from the fun and excitement...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SGTd3W6rgUI/AAAAAAAAADs/7eCqqfA1ob8/s320/bia1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216538211516121410" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SGTdo8DGsxI/AAAAAAAAADU/laSTXprLdTY/s320/abby1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216537963785532178" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SGTdpNfQrTI/AAAAAAAAADc/o3CgCxbCkkw/s320/abby2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216537968467029298" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SGTdomahBVI/AAAAAAAAADM/wU3VQdCq2xU/s320/bia2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216537957978146130" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;In other news, Abby and I recently met RJ Jacinto, a famous Filipino guitarist.  He's been around since the 60's, and is considered the 'Eric Clapton' of the Philippines.  You can see that Abby is impressed.  I bought a guitar that he was auctioning on the radio.  Anyway, just pictures this time.  I will provide you with profound insight later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SGTdpI2EhfI/AAAAAAAAADk/S2wMrwZnaN8/s320/rj.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216537967220524530" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/7914916228037820786-929595557073847088?l=kuyadave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuyadave.blogspot.com/feeds/929595557073847088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914916228037820786&amp;postID=929595557073847088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914916228037820786/posts/default/929595557073847088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914916228037820786/posts/default/929595557073847088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuyadave.blogspot.com/2008/06/funzone.html' title='FunZone'/><author><name>Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4E3sca-Vuo/SGTd3W6rgUI/AAAAAAAAADs/7eCqqfA1ob8/s72-c/bia1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
