<?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-3699653</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:19:06.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kai Nani</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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>203</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-116559395958922976</id><published>2006-12-08T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T08:05:59.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For Tim's birthday, we went to see Casino Royale, the new James Bond movie. I am not usually a fan of action movies in general or Bond movies in particular, but this one was pretty good. And it inspired us to play poker (with much smaller stakes). We've been playing with quarters, dimes, and nickels. I tried to include pennies in the venture, but Tim shot that down. At first, I was losing quite a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/116559395958922976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/116559395958922976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2006_12_03_archive.html#116559395958922976' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-116327497409791164</id><published>2006-11-11T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:56:14.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've started playing soccer again and it's going pretty well. I'm still sore afterward, but it's definitely better than the first week back. I've played 3 games and it gets less painful every time. Acutally, the game isn't really painful. It's after the game for 2-3 days that hurts. But, I'm back playing faster than I thought I would be. They told me a year for a full recovery--and that is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/116327497409791164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/116327497409791164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2006_11_05_archive.html#116327497409791164' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-116234368769128118</id><published>2006-10-31T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T17:14:47.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Halloween is certainly boring at our house. Our house is set back from the road, so very few people venture back here to get candy. And Tim's beloved glow in the dark pumpkin did not make it out of the basement this year. We are old. :(Last Sunday's sex ed session was pretty fun. The lesson focused on anatomy. And one of the activities involves dividing the groups into boys and girls. Each team </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/116234368769128118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/116234368769128118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2006_10_29_archive.html#116234368769128118' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-116078279172836236</id><published>2006-10-13T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T16:39:51.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Busy Busy Busy. We had a big training last weekend for people who want to teach sexuality education in their congregations. 50 people attended, which was great. :) It was a huge amount of work to coordinate, since there were 3 different classes and 2 trainers for each class. The trainers needed supplies and to be picked up from the airport, etc. It feels good to be done with it.We are also hiring</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/116078279172836236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/116078279172836236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2006_10_08_archive.html#116078279172836236' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-115915450628802445</id><published>2006-09-24T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T20:21:46.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Worship was fun today. We had kids involved in a variety of parts of worship--doing readings and doing a skit with adults about the Gospel lesson. I love using drama in worship--and the congregation seems to love it too. There's just something about seeing the story in action that helps you understand in a whole different way. Plus, it's a lot more fun. Between worship and confirmation class </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/115915450628802445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/115915450628802445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2006_09_24_archive.html#115915450628802445' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-115844490479709179</id><published>2006-09-16T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T15:15:04.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, the church year has started off pretty well. After almost 3 years as a youth minister, I feel like I am finally into the rhythm of the job. I feel more confident about my ability to do the job and so I can be more creative with things. Today I went to a housewarming party for my friend, Jenn, who I went to school with in Hawai'i. 2 of her sisters live here, and her husband just got a job </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/115844490479709179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/115844490479709179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2006_09_10_archive.html#115844490479709179' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-115680509245372806</id><published>2006-08-28T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T15:44:52.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2 weekends ago, Tim and I went to our neighbor's cabin on Upper Red Lake. The lake is like 17 miles across. We actually caught a few fish, which is unusual for us. But the ones that made it into the boat weren't worth keeping. But we had a great time roasting marshmallows over a campfire and playing cards at night. We hadn't had a vacation all summer, so it was time, even if only for 3 days. Last</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/115680509245372806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/115680509245372806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2006_08_27_archive.html#115680509245372806' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-115578039377758613</id><published>2006-08-16T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T19:06:33.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A week ago, Kodi was chewing on a stick and got a piece caught in his mouth. But we didn't know that. He came into the house unable to breathe, and culvulsing in seizures. We didn't know what was wrong and he was having trouble breathing. Tim's truck was hooked to the trailor, so he loaded Kodi in the back seat of my new car while I grabbed the vet's number and my cell phone. We raced down the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/115578039377758613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/115578039377758613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2006_08_13_archive.html#115578039377758613' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-115446020884740374</id><published>2006-08-01T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T12:23:28.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ellen and Sarah, our nieces, came for a visit last weekend and we had a good time. We went on the boat twice. Before the trip, E &amp; S had not been outside the wake on waterskis and by the end of Saturday, they had each dropped a ski and were skiing on one ski! They are superstars! We had lots of good food because Uncle Tim likes to spoil them. And we rented Eight Below--a based-on-a-true story </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/115446020884740374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/115446020884740374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2006_07_30_archive.html#115446020884740374' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-115402692426748429</id><published>2006-07-27T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T12:02:04.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>At church, we have colloaborated with a neighborhood group that provides programming for kids in the summer. So, we are teaching 3 weeks of a Peace Camp. Each week, we get 30 new campers. It has been fun, but exhausting. We had imagined doing a one-week Peace Camp, a kind of more open Vacation Bible School. But, collaborating has meant more resources--like they pay a coordinator, who turns out to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/115402692426748429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/115402692426748429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2006_07_23_archive.html#115402692426748429' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-115320282799066548</id><published>2006-07-17T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T23:07:08.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I preached for the first time this past Sunday. It was kind of nerve-racking, but also kind of fun. I got good feedback about the sermon when I preached it--people were actually nodding, which I took as a good sign. And one person just emailed me to say good job. :) When it was in its draft form, I got some feedback from a preacher-lady friend of mine and that was really helpful. She also gave me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/115320282799066548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/115320282799066548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2006_07_16_archive.html#115320282799066548' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-115263441972934249</id><published>2006-07-11T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T09:13:39.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A poem by Naomi Shihab NyeI feel sorry for JesusPeople won't leave Him alone.I know He said, Wherever two or moreare gathered in my name...but I'll bet some days He regrets it.Cozily they tell you what He wantsand doesn't want as if they just got an e-mail.Remember "Telephone," that pass-it-onwhere the message changed dramatically by the timeit rounded the circle? Well.People blame terrible </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/115263441972934249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/115263441972934249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2006_07_09_archive.html#115263441972934249' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-115170629605003218</id><published>2006-06-30T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T15:24:56.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My friend Kate from Montana and her boyfriend, John, stayed with us last weekend. We had a really good time. We saw the Prairie Home Companion Movie (which was funny in parts, but didn't really have a plot). I think the no-plot format works better on the radio show. And we went and saw the BodyWorlds exhibit at the Science Museum. Very interesting. Last week, I started riding my bike again--just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/115170629605003218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/115170629605003218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2006_06_25_archive.html#115170629605003218' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-115103192438155960</id><published>2006-06-22T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T20:05:24.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, I walked out to my car after work today and my tire was flat. I usually wear jeans to work, but today I wore my NEW White Pants. Yes, I bought white pants the other day in celebration of summer and in celebration of trying to love my body. And I wore them today with no spills and sit-down in a pile of gum accidents. But, then I get to my car and my dirty tire is flat. Boo. But, I am </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/115103192438155960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/115103192438155960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2006_06_18_archive.html#115103192438155960' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-115083156989170491</id><published>2006-06-20T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T12:26:09.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I went to a “Spiritual Writing” workshop last week at seminary. There were a lot of pastors there doing continuing education and other random lay people who wanted to do a week-long class. It was a really good experience. I took most of the week off and went to my workshop in the morning and then went swimming in the afternoon, did some housecleaning and caught up on errands. It was nice to have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/115083156989170491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/115083156989170491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2006_06_18_archive.html#115083156989170491' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-115048843970652577</id><published>2006-06-16T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T13:07:19.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tim and I just celebrated our 3rd anniversary on Wednesday. When I got home, I was greeted with a scavenger hunt that led to flowers, spring rolls (my fave), coffee ice cream in the freezer (my other fave) and the Dixie Chicks new CD. :) It was good fun and very thoughtful. We are planning to go to Buca on Saturday night for dinner. :) Yum.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/115048843970652577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/115048843970652577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2006_06_11_archive.html#115048843970652577' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-115015408411172264</id><published>2006-06-12T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T16:14:44.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last weekend was the Annual Meeting of the MN Conference of the United Church of Christ. It was a great weekend for me. The 2 women preachers were great--very inspiring. And I met a woman who grew up in my home church in MT. She grew up in that church and her father was the pastor. In the process of swapping stories, I realized how far I have come on my spiritual journey. Jesus language no longer</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/115015408411172264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/115015408411172264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2006_06_11_archive.html#115015408411172264' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-114901796251228384</id><published>2006-05-30T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T12:39:22.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Memorial Day weekend was the most restful in memory. It was hot--record setting hot in the 90's with high humidity. But, luckily we have AC and it was a good excuse to go on the boat 3 times. :) Tim's parents came on Saturday and left on Monday and we took them on the boat twice. We planted a tree and made lots of good food and ate most of it. I started the week out this morning with a massage= </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/114901796251228384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/114901796251228384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2006_05_28_archive.html#114901796251228384' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-114852012560920576</id><published>2006-05-24T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T18:22:05.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Our house is still torn apart, but the floor is looking great! Tim finished both bedrooms and is now taking a break before moving into the living room, which will be the hardest to do--it also includes stairs. We're in the process of putting our bedroom back together. We've been sleeping in the basement on a blow-up mattress. It's been a fun little slumber party down there with the dogs. My jobs </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/114852012560920576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/114852012560920576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2006_05_21_archive.html#114852012560920576' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-114774020352062541</id><published>2006-05-15T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T17:43:23.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On Mother's Day, the children and youth always lead worship. And this year, it was great. The kids did a great job. And we even had a baptism that day, and it fit perfectly into the theme :) The whole thing was beautiful and a lot of fun to plan. We read a children's book for the sermon. And because the pictures in the book were so beautiful, we scanned them into the computer and showed them to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/114774020352062541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/114774020352062541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2006_05_14_archive.html#114774020352062541' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-114704529556042637</id><published>2006-05-07T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T16:41:35.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tim and I went car shopping yesterday at the Honda Dealership. It was kind of fun to take some test drives. And our salesman wasn't slimy, which was refreshing. And he talked to me, not just to Tim, which was also refreshing. We learned some valuable info. I would like to get a new car by fall (before winter comes). Rhonda has 205,000 miles to her name. She has been good to us, but it's time to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/114704529556042637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/114704529556042637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2006_05_07_archive.html#114704529556042637' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-114634387427567987</id><published>2006-04-29T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T13:51:14.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, I won Beth Norton tickets a few weeks ago from Cities 97. It's actually a nice system, you just sign up on line and then they email you if you win. So, I got the winner email....And then I got the loser email. The show was cancelled because she was sick. :( If she reschedules soon, I'll get tickets, but if not, too bad for me. So sad. I was so close to actually winning something from a radio </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/114634387427567987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/114634387427567987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2006_04_23_archive.html#114634387427567987' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-114601352276979982</id><published>2006-04-25T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T18:05:22.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tim had his inaugural waterski of the spring this week. He wore his wetsuit and his wetsuit-for-your-head that you wear when scuba diving. It was a funny site. But the head wetsuit didn't last. It irritated him, so he took it off and suffered through the cold. :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/114601352276979982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/114601352276979982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2006_04_23_archive.html#114601352276979982' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-114574156052232191</id><published>2006-04-22T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T14:32:40.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just discovered Goodsearch.com. It work like google or yahoo, but every time you search, a little money is donated to oneof the charities listed. I personally supported Advocates for Youth in DC. I'm not sure exactly how much money is donated, but my searches so far have been successful. :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/114574156052232191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/114574156052232191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2006_04_16_archive.html#114574156052232191' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-114479873586555008</id><published>2006-04-11T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T16:38:55.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My name is becoming a more trendy name among babies being born. Not quite as much as Kaitlyn or Grace, but I am hearing about more and more Kylee or Kylie or Kiley babies. I work with a woman named Eily (rhymes with Kylie) and she said she has 2 young friends (like 3 year olds) who call her Kylie all the time because they have day friends names Kylie and Eily is just too crazy.At work, our </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/114479873586555008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/114479873586555008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2006_04_09_archive.html#114479873586555008' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-114472222045556935</id><published>2006-04-10T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T19:23:40.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I love chicken tikka masala. It is my new favorite food. I went to a Nepali restaurant last night with some seminary friends. And now it is tied with fresh spring rolls and eggplant parmasean as my favorite favorite food. Yum yum. I will take the left overs tomorrow for lunch (my 3rd meal of it!)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/114472222045556935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/114472222045556935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2006_04_09_archive.html#114472222045556935' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-114453197113876835</id><published>2006-04-08T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T14:32:51.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I went to a contempletive prayer retreat yesterday. I've never done anything like that before. It was offered to youth ministers as a sabbath day. The idea was also that we could share some of these practices in retreats with youth. Usually, I try to take Fridays off since I have to work on Sundays. So, when the alarm went off Friday morning, I snoozed a few times and serioulsy debated not going </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/114453197113876835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/114453197113876835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2006_04_02_archive.html#114453197113876835' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-114434027733764821</id><published>2006-04-06T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T09:17:57.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Spring is here. I love the sunshine. But I no longer love wasps--after being stung last year and swelling up. The Dr. gave me an epipen to carry around, and I wasn't carrying it around for the winter. But I had a meeting in an office building the other day, and a wasp landed on my hand! Ahhh. Back to carrying the epipen, which just adds to the load of my luggage purse. But, if it saves my life, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/114434027733764821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/114434027733764821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2006_04_02_archive.html#114434027733764821' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-114385209537733349</id><published>2006-03-31T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T16:41:35.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I've finally graduated to adulthood. I no longer use Oxy pads to clean my face. Last weekend, I went to the Clinique counter and bought soap, toner and moisturizing lotion. And my skin feels much softer. I figured it was about time since I'm not 13 and I don't really get much acne. This whole thing started last fall when I went in for my spa day that Tim bought me for our anniversary. The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/114385209537733349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/114385209537733349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2006_03_26_archive.html#114385209537733349' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-114318385272513126</id><published>2006-03-23T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T23:04:12.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I went to a rally at the State Capitol today. My Senator has proposed a constitutional amendment that would define marriage as between one man and one woman. I don't even know how to articulate how frustrating, time-wasting, and undemocratic this proposed amendment is. I wrote my senator a letter last year, but clearly she wasn't listening. There are a lot of things that would strengthen marriage</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/114318385272513126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/114318385272513126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2006_03_19_archive.html#114318385272513126' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-114313905580143784</id><published>2006-03-23T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T10:37:35.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another beautiful quote. I think I will use it this year for Thanksgiving cards--if I remember that far out. "Every day do something that won't compute. Love the Lord. Love the world. Work for nothing. Love someone who doesn't deserve it. Plant sequioias. Be joyful though you've considered the facts. Practice resurrection." -Wendell BerryIt reminded me of a sermon that I heard a few weeks ago </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/114313905580143784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/114313905580143784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2006_03_19_archive.html#114313905580143784' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-114313852541111024</id><published>2006-03-23T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T10:28:45.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thought for the day:"We often have a kind of notion, as part of this highfalutin, noble picture of ourselves as pray-ers, that when we pray we need to be completely attentive and we need to be fully engaged and we need to be concentrating and we need to be focused. But the fact is, if prayer is our end of a relationship with God, that's not the way we are with the people we love a large portion </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/114313852541111024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/114313852541111024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2006_03_19_archive.html#114313852541111024' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-114298719215202432</id><published>2006-03-21T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T16:26:32.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am really enjoying my new job--I'm learning all kinds of new skills, like financial management, newsletter design, and more about the legislative process. And I just finished writing a curriculum for congregations, so I am now officially an author. :) I met with a group of sexuality educators today and during the "sharing time" of the meeting, I let them know I had written this curriculum and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/114298719215202432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/114298719215202432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2006_03_19_archive.html#114298719215202432' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-114244554052303647</id><published>2006-03-15T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T09:59:00.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I'm slowly doing better--much better than right after the accident, but I think I've hit a bit of a plateau in terms of my back pain. As soon as the rib bruises heal up a bit more, I can start doing some rehab--back and stomach strengthening exercises. But, until then, I go 2-3 times a week and float around in the pool. I can't really swim yet. I can do the kickboard for a bit and then I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/114244554052303647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/114244554052303647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2006_03_12_archive.html#114244554052303647' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-114228032464897747</id><published>2006-03-13T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T12:05:25.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We have started some parent classes at church to help them have a more positive experience with their children during worship and to incorporate spiritual practices into their daily lives at home. I am working on ways to equip parents to incorporate practices into their daily lives that reinforce what we are doing at church. Because clearly, one hour a week at church isn’t going to teach kids </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/114228032464897747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/114228032464897747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2006_03_12_archive.html#114228032464897747' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-114152588379480422</id><published>2006-03-04T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T18:31:23.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My chest is healing up a bit after my accident. Laughing and coughing are getting less painful. But, now that the chest pain is going away, I am keenly aware of my back and neck. Unfortunately, it isn't possible to "stay off" your back or neck. They're in use, even if you are sitting or laying down. And my new best friends are the chiropractor and the massage therapist. And my other new best </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/114152588379480422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/114152588379480422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2006_02_26_archive.html#114152588379480422' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-113995913260659571</id><published>2006-02-14T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T15:18:52.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was in a pretty bad car accident on Thursday evening. I'm in pain and will be taking the week off from work. :( It wasn't my fault and the other woman's insurance is supposed to be taking responsibility, but I have been on the phone so much with insurance people--literally hours. It's a little tiring. But Tim has brought me Thai food (my fave) twice this week already!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/113995913260659571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/113995913260659571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2006_02_12_archive.html#113995913260659571' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-113858198661577418</id><published>2006-01-29T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T16:46:26.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We won our soccer game on Friday night. Tim and I have been playing on the same co-ed team for about 5 or 6 years now. It is good fun, but we don't win all that often. There are some pretty good teams in this league. But we beat a really good team last week and a decent team this week. Winning isn't everything, but it makes you feel better about yourself and your teammates.On Saturday, I read the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/113858198661577418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/113858198661577418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2006_01_29_archive.html#113858198661577418' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-113841085820572934</id><published>2006-01-27T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T17:14:18.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New job! New job! I started my new job on Tuesday, although I am still working 1 day a week at my old job for another month. Boo.Just to give you an idea about how happy I am to be moving into a new job, I will give you the examples of what happened this week:Old Job: Part of my responsibility is to buy snacks for meetings and set them out.  I was mixing up the frozen orange juice. While I was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/113841085820572934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/113841085820572934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2006_01_22_archive.html#113841085820572934' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-113751437098848849</id><published>2006-01-17T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T08:12:50.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am starting a new job in February. :) It is 1/2 time, so I will still be doing youth ministry too, but I will be leaving my job at the Council of Churches with the bad boss.  In my new job, I will be doing sexuality education with congregations, creating some new curriculum, and working on some legislative advocacy work. I am excited about the change; there are only 3 people in the organization</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/113751437098848849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/113751437098848849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2006_01_15_archive.html#113751437098848849' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-113751382220211382</id><published>2006-01-17T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T08:03:42.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh yeah, 2 other books I've read recently:The Mermaid Chair by Sue Monk Kidd (author of the Secret Life of Bees). Pretty good.An American Requiem, a memoir by James Carroll,  a priest who protested the Vietnam War. His father had worked both for the FBI and at the Pentagon. It is mostly about their strained relationship. I enjoyed the book. I usually like memoirs though.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/113751382220211382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/113751382220211382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2006_01_15_archive.html#113751382220211382' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-113682374674398391</id><published>2006-01-09T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T08:22:26.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been reading a lot of good books lately. Right now, I am in the middle of the Kite Runner. Excellent book. I can hardly put it down. I need to find out what happens next.I just finished a memoir, My Losing Season by Pat Conroy. It's about his 1966 bball team at the Citadel. It was okay 31/2 stars out of 5.On the way to Montana, we listened to David Sedaris Live at Carnegie Hall. That was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/113682374674398391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/113682374674398391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2006_01_08_archive.html#113682374674398391' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-113635926270830023</id><published>2006-01-03T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T23:21:02.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tim and I had a good time in MT skiing with my fam. We were good ski partners--pretty well-matched for ability. He's faster, but he falls more often, so that slows him down and gives me time to catch up.Actually, Tim snowboarded and I skiied.--- except for one day, he rented skis and lasted 1 hour with them and swore off them for the rest of his life. But we had a good time--it was nice be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/113635926270830023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/113635926270830023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113635926270830023' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-113409556808759335</id><published>2005-12-08T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T18:32:48.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Since Advent is the season of hope, I have been noticing sayings about hope lately. Here are 2:"Hope is a revolutionary patience." -Anne Lamott, quoting an anonymous minister"Hope is believing in spite of the evidence and then watching the evidence change."- Jim WallisSpeaking of things hoped for (meaningful work), I may have some exciting new job prospects that would start after the first of the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/113409556808759335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/113409556808759335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2005_12_04_archive.html#113409556808759335' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-113365474115952875</id><published>2005-12-03T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T16:05:41.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We had a soccer game last night. We lost 5-4, but it was a fun, hard-fought game against a team we beat last time. And I scored a goal! I haven't scored for a while--I usually play defense with Tim. I jumped up and down like I had just won the world cup :) But it was fun. And it was especially fun because it happened right after a confrontation with a man on the other team:He and I both went for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/113365474115952875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/113365474115952875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2005_11_27_archive.html#113365474115952875' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-113336943061126298</id><published>2005-11-30T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T08:50:30.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We had a nice Thanksgiving with Tim’s family. We went ice skating on Friday, my 2nd time ever. I do okay, especially with an arm to hold on to, but I prefer wheels on my skates and a warm ground to land on. Plus, as Jane said, the skates we rented “felt like PBC piping.” Not a lot of flexibility in the ankle area.And Tim taught me how to play backgammon. It’s a fun game. We also played a marathon</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/113336943061126298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/113336943061126298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2005_11_27_archive.html#113336943061126298' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-113259450309552778</id><published>2005-11-21T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T09:35:03.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Poem for the day:I get Garrison Keillor's daily email--the Writer's Almanac, and this poem came the other day.God Says Yes To MeKaylin HaughtI asked God if it was okay to be melodramaticand she said yesI asked her if it was okay to be shortand she said it sure isI asked her if I could wear nail polishor not wear nail polishand she said honeyshe calls me that sometimesshe said you can do just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/113259450309552778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/113259450309552778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2005_11_20_archive.html#113259450309552778' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-113244982156799183</id><published>2005-11-19T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T17:23:41.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On Wednesday, Tim and I had our pictures taken for the church directory. We are bad at getting our pictures taken. Soon after we posed, we got to view the pictures on the computer screen and decide which one we wanted to put in the directory, but they were all bad. They will be mailing us a complementary (sp) 8x10. You may be getting it as a Christmas gift. Or they are available to purchase for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/113244982156799183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/113244982156799183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2005_11_13_archive.html#113244982156799183' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-113201838210893620</id><published>2005-11-14T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T17:33:02.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I had a very nice birthday weekend. We played soccer on Friday night and we won 7-0. We have been playing with this team for 5 years, and Michael, who organizes it is the nicest man. He'll let anyone play with us--even though other teams are pretty exclusive and try to win. So, we have a lot of fun, but we rarely win. But this year, we have been doing awesome.On Saturday, I finally used my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/113201838210893620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/113201838210893620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2005_11_13_archive.html#113201838210893620' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-113173046312685694</id><published>2005-11-11T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T09:34:23.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The panel went pretty well. It consisted of a rabbi, 3 African American Christians, and me. Tim said that sounds like beginning of a joke. No joke. It was pretty serious. The rabbi and I had pretty similar approaches to scripture, issues of abstinence, and homosexuality. The 3 African Americans had more conservative views about those issues. But, most of them were working in very poor </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/113173046312685694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/113173046312685694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2005_11_06_archive.html#113173046312685694' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-113139150442406805</id><published>2005-11-07T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T11:25:04.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We had a great time at the Bonnie Raitt concert last night! Jane and Holly bought tickets and couldn’t make it, so Tim and I went with Dan and Christie. She has an awesome voice, which is even better live. We don’t go to concerts often, so it was really fun. Tim came home early from hunting in order to go.Unfortunately, he didn’t get a deer, but there is still Wisconsin deer hunting, coming up in</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/113139150442406805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/113139150442406805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2005_11_06_archive.html#113139150442406805' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-113054343613458137</id><published>2005-10-28T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T16:50:36.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I have some new job prospects brewing. A woman that I have met at various youth ministry gatherings asked me to meet with her informally about a possible job. She works at a very large church that has a lot of money and many staff people working on children and youth ministry. She wants to create a new position that would work with the high school youth exclusively. I would have to work </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/113054343613458137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/113054343613458137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2005_10_23_archive.html#113054343613458137' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-112982257770603043</id><published>2005-10-20T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T08:36:17.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am headed to Moorhead this weekend for a church youth event. There should be about 100 youth there (and hopefully at least 20 adults). The theme for the weekend is labels and bullying. A committee of 10 youth, with the help of 2 adult advisors planned the event. And there will be plenty of fun time too. I was going to have to drive 2 youth to the event (about 4 hours each way), but we hooked up</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/112982257770603043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/112982257770603043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2005_10_16_archive.html#112982257770603043' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-112982191612650586</id><published>2005-10-20T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T08:25:16.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I found a piano! It’s free, but I have to pay about $200 to move it and tune it. I am really excited to be able to practice at home instead of at work and at church. Hooray! It is amazing how many people are getting rid of pianos each day. Between twincitiesfreemarket.org and craigslist.org, there was 2 or 3 piano postings each day in the Twin Cities. So I called about several, and went to see 3 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/112982191612650586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/112982191612650586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2005_10_16_archive.html#112982191612650586' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-112942995434483578</id><published>2005-10-15T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T19:32:34.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday, Tim and I took our boat down the St. Croix for a nice look at the fall colors. We stopped to bbq on an island downstream. It was about 70 degrees--perfect weather.This morning, I took Tim waterskiing on the lake. Water temp was 54 degrees. And even though the air temp was about 60, it was still cold driving in the wind. I bundled up just to drive him around. We had a good time and I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/112942995434483578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/112942995434483578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2005_10_09_archive.html#112942995434483578' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-112870372260604565</id><published>2005-10-07T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T17:38:13.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>While Tim was gone, I wanted to be a nice wife. I got all the laundry caught up--including washing blankets, cleaning the whole house, and mowing the lawn. We have a large lawn, which Tim usually mows. But, it was getting shaggy, and I wanted to surprise him with freshly mowed grass.Background info: we have two old lawnmowers--a free project that Tim fixed up, given to us by his friend Kevin (one</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/112870372260604565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/112870372260604565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2005_10_02_archive.html#112870372260604565' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-112870302684945678</id><published>2005-10-07T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T09:37:06.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tim made it home safely last night at about 3am. He was hunting in ND and was supposed to be back on Wednesday evening. Instead, they got stuck in 12 inches of snow and had to have a tractor pull them out (which in turn got stuck and another tractor had to come pull both vehicles out).  The whole getting unstuck thing took about 8 hours from what I can gather--not including the several hours they</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/112870302684945678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/112870302684945678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2005_10_02_archive.html#112870302684945678' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-112847170919732566</id><published>2005-10-04T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T17:21:49.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think there should be a rule that if you are going to be a manager, you can't be both lazy and incompetent. You can be one or the other, but not both. My boss is planning a big training at the end of October. She just set the date for it in late September. We just sent the publicity out. It's already October. And each day since we did the bulk mailing, she keeps bringing me more names of people</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/112847170919732566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/112847170919732566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2005_10_02_archive.html#112847170919732566' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-112776605571954574</id><published>2005-09-26T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T13:20:55.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tim and I went to a wedding on Saturday night. It was good fun. It is a friend of Tim's from work, who he also plays soccer with. And I would often watch Tim's game with the bride, so we got to know each other a little bit. The minister did a nice job--short and sweet and no theologically offensive language. And the reception was really fun. Good DJ. Good music. So we danced most the night. and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/112776605571954574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/112776605571954574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2005_09_25_archive.html#112776605571954574' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-112752496306809775</id><published>2005-09-23T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T18:22:43.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kodi's paw is okay. It's healing up okay and he should be good for hunting next weekend. But Kona has a bladder infection. :( And so does our carpet.Tomorrow we are going to a wedding for a friend of Tim's. And friend Jeff is in town from England for the wedding so it should be fun to see him. And Tim only breaks out his funkiest dance moves at weddings, so that should be fun as well.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/112752496306809775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/112752496306809775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2005_09_18_archive.html#112752496306809775' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-112714411462445851</id><published>2005-09-19T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T08:35:14.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I spent all weekend on a retreat with a group of 5th-7th graders from church. I admit I was a little nervous going in—with good reason. A few of the kids have challenging behavior issues. But, it went better than I could have hoped for. We went to a YMCA retreat center/camp about ½ hour away and did some teambuilding activities, games, worship, and Bible study time. We are hoping to get this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/112714411462445851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/112714411462445851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2005_09_18_archive.html#112714411462445851' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-112621491367585746</id><published>2005-09-08T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T14:28:33.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We went camping over labor day. It was pretty fun--a little crowded at the camp ground, but fun. I think next time, we will go someplace a little more remote. But it was nice to be able to hike around. Oh, and the big event of the weekend was a big thunderstorm. Since we had the dogs in the tent with us, they were very scared by the noise and lightning. And the strikes were a little too close for</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/112621491367585746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/112621491367585746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2005_09_04_archive.html#112621491367585746' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-112532451890038872</id><published>2005-08-29T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T07:08:38.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Busy weekend. On Friday night, we went to the State Fair. I have never been to the fair at night before. It was a little surreal that some events close before you have a chance to get there. And there are a lot of rides at the fair. We don't usually go on the rides, but we walked around the ride area, and I was a little overwhelmed. But, we got to the animal barns (Tim's favorite is the cow barn </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/112532451890038872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/112532451890038872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2005_08_28_archive.html#112532451890038872' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-112374428364412942</id><published>2005-08-11T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T00:11:23.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am moving into a little bit different job at the council of churches. I'm excited about it, and it may lead to some new opportunities. For now, I will continue to also work at church and do a few other jobs, which end up totaling 5-10 hours each month.In other exciting news, I may become a published author---I wrote my master's exam paper on why we should teach comprehensive sexuality education</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/112374428364412942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/112374428364412942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2005_08_07_archive.html#112374428364412942' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-112374394671426360</id><published>2005-08-11T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T00:06:22.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last week, I was on a mission trip with 14 youth in northern MN. 14 youth and 5 adults. 2 of the adults weren't really into chaperoning, so they opted out of most activities---kind of lame. But, we still had a good ratio of adults to youth. We went to an environmental learning center--a mission trip to the earth. So we learned about ecology and living simply and did teambuilding games and the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/112374394671426360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/112374394671426360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2005_08_07_archive.html#112374394671426360' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-112374397687633676</id><published>2005-08-10T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T00:06:22.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last week, I was on a mission trip with 14 youth in northern MN. 14 youth and 5 adults. 2 of the adults weren't really into chaperoning, so they opted out of most activities---kind of lame. But, we still had a good ratio of adults to youth. We went to an environmental learning center--a mission trip to the earth. So we learned about ecology and living simply and did teambuilding games and the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/112374397687633676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/112374397687633676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2005_08_07_archive.html#112374397687633676' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-112139067485748160</id><published>2005-07-14T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T18:24:34.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been noticing an increasing number of Godly bumper stickers lately.Just a sample:   God Bless America (these have been out in full force since 9/11--in many different formats--with flags, yellow ribbons, etc)     God Bless the Whole World--No Exceptions                                                                    I assume this is a direct response to the "God Bless America" genre.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/112139067485748160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/112139067485748160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2005_07_10_archive.html#112139067485748160' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-112138981042245552</id><published>2005-07-14T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T18:10:10.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, the new job is okay. I've been there less than month. It's kind of weird to go back to an organization after being gone for a few years. Many new staff people and a new executive director. But the new executive director asked me the other day if I wanted to work there full time and split my time between 2 programs.--arguably better than splitting time between organizations. But the details </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/112138981042245552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/112138981042245552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2005_07_10_archive.html#112138981042245552' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-111956322542882732</id><published>2005-06-23T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T14:47:05.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I went to a very sad funeral today. It was for the daughter of Bob, who used to be my boss at the Council of Churches. It was his youngest daughter, and she was only 18. She just graduated from high school and was about to leave on a trip to London with her Girl Scout troop. She was on her way home from church on Sunday (father's day) and a car hit her. The woman in the other car had a diabetic </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/111956322542882732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/111956322542882732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2005_06_19_archive.html#111956322542882732' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-111956307241683712</id><published>2005-06-23T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T14:44:32.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I've started another new job. I'm still working as a youth minister and doing some very part time other work with a foundation. But I'm back working at the Council of Churches--where I worked for a few years after college. They also hired me to do some short-term projects while I was in grad school. The position involves bringing together faith communities and social service agencies that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/111956307241683712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/111956307241683712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2005_06_19_archive.html#111956307241683712' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-111733904919718009</id><published>2005-05-28T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T20:57:29.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I passed my thesis exam with honors!!! Good to have that done.  And graduation went well. Tim gave me a beautiful orchid lei to wear--who'd thought in MN! Afterward, we took my parents to a Nepali restaurant. Good stuff. Now, I'm back into the job search. I'm still working my 5 jobs until something better comes along, but I have scheduled some informational interviews to see what's out </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/111733904919718009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/111733904919718009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2005_05_22_archive.html#111733904919718009' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-111629042428512788</id><published>2005-05-16T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T17:40:24.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On Saturday, we painted our bedroom a mustard yellow and part of the entry way red! We also finished painting our living/dining room off-white. Tim was a saint and tore down the ugly wallpaper border on our tall wall --- That required a lot of time on the ladder. But when it comes to painting, I have to do all the edging because Tim doesn't have the patience. And he comes in with the big roller </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/111629042428512788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/111629042428512788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2005_05_15_archive.html#111629042428512788' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-111629022029374762</id><published>2005-05-16T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T17:37:00.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I finished my last paper last Thursday! It was due Friday, but I wasn't going to seminary on Friday, so I drove it down on Thursday night---just to be done with the whole thing. It was my last paper--we had to talk about God, Jesus, salvation, the church, the afterlife, sacraments, etc. all in one 20-page paper. Hahaha. But it's done. :)I defend my thesis-ette (small thesis) this Friday. It's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/111629022029374762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/111629022029374762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2005_05_15_archive.html#111629022029374762' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-111544243183692881</id><published>2005-05-06T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T22:07:11.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last week, it was about 50 degrees... and Tim wanted to go waterskiing. The water temp was 47! But he put on his wetsuit. And I pulled out my winter parka and hat and mittens. And off we went to the lake. It was cold just driving in the wind and I was mostly protected by the windshield---but Tim was skiing back there--getting full wind on his wet face. Ahhh, but he had a good time. He just had to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/111544243183692881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/111544243183692881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111544243183692881' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-111474247261761006</id><published>2005-04-28T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T19:41:12.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hawai'i posting #2. While in Hawai'i, I went with my aunty to the north side of the island of Moloka'i to a place called Kalaupapa. Kalaupapa is a peninsula that is bordered by the ocean on 3 sides and then by tall cliff on the other. It is difficult to get into or out of. So, the late 1800's, it became a leper colony. Hansen's disease patients from all of the islands were forcefully removed from</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/111474247261761006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/111474247261761006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2005_04_24_archive.html#111474247261761006' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-111396618648407152</id><published>2005-04-19T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T20:03:20.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I'm back from Hawai'i nei. It was a great trip--seeing family again and meeting new family. We figured out that I am the oldest child in my generation on the Hawaiian side, and I met my 8 year old cousin (a younger member of my generation). My auntie has the whole Hawaiian geneology in her head, so I asked her to recite it to me during down times or in the car and I wrote it out on sheets </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/111396618648407152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/111396618648407152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2005_04_17_archive.html#111396618648407152' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-111111720620311163</id><published>2005-03-17T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T19:40:06.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm busy busy working on my final mini-thesis project. It doesn't have to be that long, but I have to defend it in front of a committee. I'm writing on congregation-based comprehensive sex ed. Plus, i'm trying to finish up my final 2 classes.  For my Christian Education class, we are assigned to a small group (5) and we each have to teach the others something of our own choosing for 20 minutes. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/111111720620311163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/111111720620311163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2005_03_13_archive.html#111111720620311163' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-110849236516126686</id><published>2005-02-15T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T10:32:45.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This weekend, we had a confirmation retreat Friday night and all day Saturday. It went pretty well. I was responsible for planning most of it--games, some worship activities, and then the sexuality curriculum part of things. But I was exhausted by the end of the weekend. Then on Sunday after church, Tim and I drove to Cannon Falls (about an hour south of the Cities) for my Uncle Ray's wedding. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/110849236516126686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/110849236516126686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2005_02_13_archive.html#110849236516126686' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-110719390072427878</id><published>2005-01-31T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T09:51:40.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tim has been taking me ice fishing a lot lately. Sometimes we even  catch something. He got a motorized auger (sp) the other day---the thingy that drills the hole in the ice so you can fish.  Before that time, we had to drill by hand. Painful drilling through 3 feet of ice. He also bought an ice house from a friend this year. In years past, we would sit on a bucket in the middle of the ice and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/110719390072427878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/110719390072427878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2005_01_30_archive.html#110719390072427878' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-110636150938755478</id><published>2005-01-21T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T18:38:29.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For the past few weeks, I have been working with the youth from my home  church (not the one I work at) to put together a youth-led worship service. It should go pretty well. They put together a skit instead of the sermon. The text is about when Jesus is calling his disciples and he asks them to put down their fishing nets and follow him. So the kid who is playing Jesus came up to the group and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/110636150938755478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/110636150938755478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2005_01_16_archive.html#110636150938755478' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-110472116259576447</id><published>2005-01-02T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T18:59:22.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We had a great time on New Year's Eve--best time we've had in years. We went to Famous Dave's --the uptown Mpls location where they have live music all the time. I can't claim to be a huge blues fan, although my parents are, but this was good music. And definitely dance-able.  And you put enough liquor in Tim, and he even initiates the dancing. But there were many other fools out there, some of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/110472116259576447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/110472116259576447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2005_01_02_archive.html#110472116259576447' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-110420418699401409</id><published>2004-12-27T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T19:23:06.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We had a nice Christmas in Stevens Point. Baked a lot. Ate a lot. Played a game called Cranium that was fun. Drove around and looked at Christmas lights. But we made it to the Y 3 times, so that should help the waistline a little bit. I am learning how to knit--Tim's mom gave me a basic lesson, and I am practicing every day a little bit.It feels good to have a break from school. I plan to read </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/110420418699401409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/110420418699401409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2004_12_26_archive.html#110420418699401409' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-110236149930411411</id><published>2004-12-06T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T11:31:39.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The semester is wrapping up... only one paper to go :) but it's a big one---about the history of missionaries in Hawai'i. I've been offered a part time job at a local foundation working on a youth-related project. It's funny after many many interviews that this job came from a woman in my hula class who has never worked with me. She and I had gone to a Hawaiian music concert a few months ago, and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/110236149930411411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/110236149930411411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2004_12_05_archive.html#110236149930411411' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-110088671152776115</id><published>2004-11-19T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T09:51:51.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had a good b-day. Tim made me a nice cake, but Kodi ate most of it. We celebrated Kodi's b-day the same day--he is now 6!Last weekend, we had a church retreat for the confirmation kids. Good things and bad things. We are doing confirmation with 5 different churches (27 kids who don't know each other that well.) In the middle of the night, one kid got toothpaste squeezed over his face. He is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/110088671152776115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/110088671152776115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2004_11_14_archive.html#110088671152776115' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-110028292046747196</id><published>2004-11-12T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T09:00:49.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have been trying to figure out how to respond to the disappointing election--not just that George W. Bush got re-elected, but that the whole dialogue around "Christian morality"has been narrowed down to the issues of gay marriage and abortion. On the abortion issue, I think good Christians can come down on either side. And it is something that I have struggled with a lot. But this whole gay </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/110028292046747196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/110028292046747196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2004_11_07_archive.html#110028292046747196' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-109839947107734456</id><published>2004-10-21T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T15:57:51.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had lunch today with a ladypreacher who just moved to town. She spent 15 years pastoring churches in Hawai'i and studied hula when she was there... so we have plenty in common. I immediately liked her, and she may come and dance with our hula school here. It's not often that I get to talk about Hawai'i in Minnesota who is actually familiar with Native culture, so it was fun. It was one of those</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/109839947107734456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/109839947107734456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2004_10_17_archive.html#109839947107734456' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-109839901283900245</id><published>2004-10-21T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T15:50:12.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Election day is almost here. Thank God--being a swing state, we are being bombarded with ads, and it's getting a little old. I was sent this website that helps you know all the things that will be on your ballot (except city/school board stuff). But it's a good start--it seems to happen a lot that I know certain people/issues are on the ballot, but some judge race or water commissioner thing pops</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/109839901283900245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/109839901283900245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2004_10_17_archive.html#109839901283900245' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-109813107596107839</id><published>2004-10-18T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T13:24:35.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night we had our 2nd confirmation/sex ed meeting. It went pretty well. We discussed anatomy and language. To explore the language issue, (following the curriculum), we had the kids brainstorm as many synonyms for a bunch of words as they could. For example: sexual intercourse. A fundamentalist church was worshipping upstairs when we were meeting, but a woman came down to use the bathroom and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/109813107596107839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/109813107596107839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2004_10_17_archive.html#109813107596107839' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-109759563973995021</id><published>2004-10-12T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T08:40:39.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tim and I took the dogs on a drive up north to see the fall colors on Saturday. We went into Nemadji State forest, which was really nice. The dogs could run around, and we were able to hike around. But Kodi came back with so many ticks. We've probably pulled 20 off of him in the past few days.  Ouch. I tried to pull a few more off of him this morning, but parts of them stuck in him. Poor guy. He </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/109759563973995021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/109759563973995021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2004_10_10_archive.html#109759563973995021' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-109759525330936048</id><published>2004-10-12T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T10:03:58.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got the call telling me I didn't get the job at the Y. The whole process was totally disheartening. I interviewed twice and did really well. And after the 2nd interview, the guy walked me to the door and said,"So, if we offered you the position, would you take it?"I said, "yes."He said, "good, because we've offered people positions in the past, and they haven't taken them."Then, he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/109759525330936048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/109759525330936048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2004_10_10_archive.html#109759525330936048' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-109629899090612945</id><published>2004-09-27T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T08:29:50.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Busy weekend. Saturday night, we went to the comedy club with Dan and Christie - for Dan's bday. I hadn't been there since college, and it felt good to laugh really hard. We had to cut the night a little short cuz Tim left to go hunting at 2am with his buddy Kevin (and of course, his buddy Kodi).  So Tim hunted all of Sunday. I went to my home church. Hooray. Now, I have 1 weekend off each month,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/109629899090612945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/109629899090612945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2004_09_26_archive.html#109629899090612945' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-109588342251775581</id><published>2004-09-22T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T13:03:42.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On Monday, I did 2 interviews. Since my endless search for a full time job has proved to be pretty fruitless, I've decided on a new path. I will use this time to do some informational interviews, gather some information about different organizations that I might like to work for and get a feel for their employees, and then possibly ask to do an internship with them--hopefully paid, but I am </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/109588342251775581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/109588342251775581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2004_09_19_archive.html#109588342251775581' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-109588288486931620</id><published>2004-09-22T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T12:54:44.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The semester started last week, and I have to admit I like school. I am taking 2 very different classes--History of the United Church of Christ (where we got to read exerpts of Luther and Calvin this week). Interesting information and good to know, but not the most exciting stuff to read. The other class is Spiritual Autobiography at Hamline. United Seminary has agreements with all of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/109588288486931620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/109588288486931620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2004_09_19_archive.html#109588288486931620' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-109568965536325988</id><published>2004-09-20T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T07:14:15.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last week, Tim cleaned Kodi's ears with a q-tip, and the stuff he put on afterwards caused an alergic reaction. The cleaning happened a few hours before we went to bed, so about the time we were drifting off to sleep, Kodi started shaking his head (which involves the loud flapping sound of his ears hitting his head) and scratching uncontrolably. (sp)  We got up a few times to see what was going </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/109568965536325988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/109568965536325988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2004_09_19_archive.html#109568965536325988' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-109504576319632412</id><published>2004-09-12T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T20:22:43.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mit and I went to see Norah Jones at the Xcel Center last night. The concert was good. Norah has a beautiful voice, and she seemed pretty comfortable on stage--even dancing around a bit. Stories in the past describe her as really uncomfortable performing. The accoustics were surprisingly good in the hockey arena, but it wasn't the venue for Norah. I would love to see her play in a little club </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/109504576319632412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/109504576319632412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2004_09_12_archive.html#109504576319632412' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-109443408187563796</id><published>2004-09-05T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T18:28:01.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My friend, Kim was in town this weekend for a wedding and stayed with us for a night. we took her waterskiing on Saturday and she got up on the 3rd try and even made it outside the wake. Very impressive. Today, we went to the state fair and we saw more than usual. Our friend, Christie took 4th place in a quilt competition so we had to go and see it live.  I'd never been in that barn before, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/109443408187563796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/109443408187563796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2004_09_05_archive.html#109443408187563796' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-109383104505734111</id><published>2004-08-29T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T18:57:25.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm in Montana--and even eastern MT is pretty. Western Montana is better, and more mountainous (sp) but I love walking around and being able to see the whole sky and into the horizon for miles. Good to catch up with friends and to see the fam. I'm hoping for another exit row seat on the way home. On the way here, i got a whole exit row to myself--usually unheard of. A better situation than first </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/109383104505734111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/109383104505734111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2004_08_29_archive.html#109383104505734111' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-109275371733082023</id><published>2004-08-17T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T07:41:57.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On Sunday, I went to church early, so I got a good parking spot. We don't have a parking lot, so you usually have to walk a few blocks. But I got one right on the corner, and I was in a hurry. I had a bunch of stuff to carry in, so I ran around to the passenger's side of the car to get all the stuff.--- but my purse fell out of the car upside down, and a bunch of papers that I needed - including </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/109275371733082023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/109275371733082023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2004_08_15_archive.html#109275371733082023' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-109215534840224060</id><published>2004-08-10T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T09:29:08.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We've been getting to know our neighbors better lately. Tim has made good friends with our 2 closest neighbors, Jim and John, who are about 65 and 50. They carry their archery bows to John's house several times a week to shoot together. It is very cute, like little kids playing with their toys together in the neighborhood. Tim convinced me to try shooting an arrow at Gander Mountain the other day</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/109215534840224060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/109215534840224060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2004_08_08_archive.html#109215534840224060' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699653.post-109215469816093214</id><published>2004-08-10T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T09:18:18.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Since I worked so much on my trip to Tennessee (18 hours a day x 6 days=108 hours--the equivalent of almost 11 weeks of work), I get some time off.  But I only get to count 8 of those hours each day, so 48, not even half of what I had to work. At least I get some time off....  the pastor and I are meeting later today to discuss a million things. He has been on vacation for most of the summer. He </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/109215469816093214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699653/posts/default/109215469816093214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kainani.blogspot.com/2004_08_08_archive.html#109215469816093214' title=''/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806236064997059171</uri><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></entry></feed>
