<?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-10428542</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:51:00.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Clock Works of My Mind</title><subtitle type='html'>" Little Is MUCH When God Is In It "</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poopie-diaper.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10428542/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poopie-diaper.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606782027926462087</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>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10428542.post-116909460498519164</id><published>2007-01-17T23:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T23:30:05.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't get it!</title><content type='html'>I've chosen to write here, because No one is watching, and really, what the heck good is that. I've been struggling lately with a number of things. A bunch of things have got me down. I've broken something that I could simply go out and replace, but I can't justify to my self spending the money, because the truth is I don't need it, I just would like it, so I'm not going to have it, I'm going to sacrifice it. ~ Starting very soon I'll be working closely with a person that I don't believe has any faith in the job I will do, and I can't explain my frustration. Also out of respect I choose not to say anything, because one, what if I'm wrong about it, and also I feel it's better if hold my tongue so that I may prove myself worthy with my skills rather than my words, even though I don't particularly care to prove anything to this person. ~ Thirdly I'm having some issues with a friend, I don't understand what's happening entirely, and I can't get a very great answer from them. All I want to do is help, but I don't even know how. All I've been able to do is pray, and I guess there is nothing better that I could do, but as much as I do have faith in God, and that He will do his work, as I've seen it before, but as a human like the rest of you, I don't want to wait, and I want all the answers right this minute. I feel like I'm going to explode, or implode, or other wise no longer be as I am. The bible says that if you ask for them, God will give you the desires of your heart. Sometimes I have wondered if what I want is just something on the surface, a flavour of the week so to speak, or if its deeper. The way I feel now has confirmed to me that this can only be a desire of my heart.  If I dwell on it, if I feel it so strongly, how could it not be from my heart. I'd never really dwell on a surface fixation, would I? I'm not sure about that, but I know that This is deep, deep from in me. Even now as I say that, it feels odd to me, and I don't understand why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10428542-116909460498519164?l=poopie-diaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poopie-diaper.blogspot.com/feeds/116909460498519164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10428542&amp;postID=116909460498519164' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10428542/posts/default/116909460498519164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10428542/posts/default/116909460498519164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poopie-diaper.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-dont-get-it.html' title='I don&apos;t get it!'/><author><name>Daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606782027926462087</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10428542.post-115884741772871958</id><published>2006-09-21T08:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T09:03:37.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>lately</title><content type='html'>I know I havn't written in months, so here is what's going on. I've done a lot since i last wrote. Been to Alaska and the Yukon, and now over that past week I've been to New Brunswick, PEI, and right now I'm in Wolfsville Nova Scotia, with my brother Jordan, visiting my friend Kane who I tree planted with. We stopped in Ottawa and saw Phil and Andrean, also from planting, and in Gataneau to see my friend Eric who i went to college with. Tomorrow we're headed for montreal to see Chanelle and Konrad before heading home on Sunday some time. Thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daryl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10428542-115884741772871958?l=poopie-diaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poopie-diaper.blogspot.com/feeds/115884741772871958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10428542&amp;postID=115884741772871958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10428542/posts/default/115884741772871958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10428542/posts/default/115884741772871958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poopie-diaper.blogspot.com/2006/09/lately.html' title='lately'/><author><name>Daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606782027926462087</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10428542.post-115067044595957361</id><published>2006-06-18T17:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T17:40:45.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Hey All, I'm having a great time tree planting. I've met a lot of really cool people and have been having a lot of fun outside of the work, which is hardly fun but it's all good. Next weekend I'm heading to Alaska with Justin and Carson, for about 2 week break we have from planting. I'll let ya know all about it later. Take care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daryl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10428542-115067044595957361?l=poopie-diaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poopie-diaper.blogspot.com/feeds/115067044595957361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10428542&amp;postID=115067044595957361' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10428542/posts/default/115067044595957361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10428542/posts/default/115067044595957361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poopie-diaper.blogspot.com/2006/06/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606782027926462087</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10428542.post-114594551710458977</id><published>2006-04-25T01:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T01:11:57.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving</title><content type='html'>Hey all, I'm heading back to BC in about 10.5 hours to tree plant for the summer. Not that many people concern them selves. I'll write again in August. Have a good summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daryl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10428542-114594551710458977?l=poopie-diaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poopie-diaper.blogspot.com/feeds/114594551710458977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10428542&amp;postID=114594551710458977' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10428542/posts/default/114594551710458977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10428542/posts/default/114594551710458977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poopie-diaper.blogspot.com/2006/04/leaving.html' title='Leaving'/><author><name>Daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606782027926462087</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10428542.post-114364741439122647</id><published>2006-03-29T10:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T10:53:35.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Trip Home</title><content type='html'>My Trip home was different than I had pictured it happening. I left on a saturday. The tuesday before I had met a guy named Scotty at a bible study held by some of the War College students. It took place in one of the Salvation Army Shelters on E Hastings St, in downtown Vancouver. That night he'd given his life to Christ, Cut off about 10 inches of hair, and talked to his parents for the first time in over 2 years. He'd never had a great relationship with his parents, but he decided he was going to go home (to Hamilton) and the end of the month to see them. I don't even know what made me do it, but something told me to bring this guy back with me. So that's what I did, I offered him a ride back to Hamilton. I'd not takled to him for more than 10 minuets and I was about to spend countless hours in a car with this complete stranger, but I wasn't even worried. We talked about everything that possibly could have been covered, there was no topic left by the time we reached Hamilton. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'd discussed what he wanted to do with his life, and he was very uncertain when we started. He said he liked a lot of things growing up, and determind that there was nothing he loved to do more than read. So by the end of that conversation it was dertermind that once he got back to Vancouver He would like to teach some of the people in the Downtown Eastside to read if the outlet for such a thing is available. So Matt, Katie and any other students out there who might stumble acorss this be expecting to hear from Scotty about this and if you don't I would encourage you to bring it up to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short I had a really good time getting to know Scotty and sharing my own life and faith with him. Scotty if you're reading this remember that even when know one seems to love you God is always there, and has never left your side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Christ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daryl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10428542-114364741439122647?l=poopie-diaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poopie-diaper.blogspot.com/feeds/114364741439122647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10428542&amp;postID=114364741439122647' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10428542/posts/default/114364741439122647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10428542/posts/default/114364741439122647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poopie-diaper.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-trip-home.html' title='My Trip Home'/><author><name>Daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606782027926462087</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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10428542.post-114256772410221777</id><published>2006-03-16T22:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T10:46:11.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Counters</title><content type='html'>I'm just going to take a little swing at people who place a counter on there blogsite! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless its official stats for a business, it would seem to simply be an ego stoker, and maybe you're fine with that. If you're bloging about real issues that you really are concerned with, it seems a tad silly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm wrong, it could have just been for fun, and that's all good, but probably without even thinking it, everytime that number goes up it makes you feel just that much better. Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10428542-114256772410221777?l=poopie-diaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10428542/posts/default/114256772410221777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10428542/posts/default/114256772410221777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poopie-diaper.blogspot.com/2006/03/counters_16.html' title='Counters'/><author><name>Daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606782027926462087</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-10428542.post-114154647489770011</id><published>2006-03-05T01:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T03:14:34.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the rest of the story</title><content type='html'>Hi All, So you may have guessed that I'm not really living in a van down by the river, with one Matt Foley, that kind soul having been played by Chris Farley, and he's since passed on, so I moved out of the van. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on Vancouver Island just out side of Victoria in a place called Langford until Last Sunday. Apon departing I spent 2 nights at Jackie Carmichael's apartment, she is Laura and Jennie's sister, in Langley. From there I've travelled south of the boarder to Bellingham Washington, and have been staying with my friend Andrew who is an old school chum. I've pretty well been relaxing while I've been here, havn't done much of anything. We went to Seattle today, its about an hour and a half south. I Bought a new guitar while I was there. Very exciting, not the one I had planned on, but it never seems to work out that way, but I love it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next week of this trip is still uncertain, but it will be back in BC. Friday the plan is to go snowboarding with Tori Carmichael, ya there are a lot of them arn't there! And the Next morning the 11th I'm starting to head back to JP. Stoping in all the same places, and maybe also staying a night in Sudbury with my dear friend Sammy. Only, he doesn't know it yet. See you all real soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10428542-114154647489770011?l=poopie-diaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poopie-diaper.blogspot.com/feeds/114154647489770011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10428542&amp;postID=114154647489770011' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10428542/posts/default/114154647489770011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10428542/posts/default/114154647489770011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poopie-diaper.blogspot.com/2006/03/rest-of-story.html' title='the rest of the story'/><author><name>Daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606782027926462087</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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10428542.post-114102348558510074</id><published>2006-02-27T01:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T01:58:05.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Try this on!</title><content type='html'>So, that wasn't shocking enough for all you hard core fans out there, try this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've given up traditional life to live in a van down by the river with Matt Foley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's hard when you're livin' in a van down by the river!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10428542-114102348558510074?l=poopie-diaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poopie-diaper.blogspot.com/feeds/114102348558510074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10428542&amp;postID=114102348558510074' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10428542/posts/default/114102348558510074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10428542/posts/default/114102348558510074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poopie-diaper.blogspot.com/2006/02/try-this-on.html' title='Try this on!'/><author><name>Daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606782027926462087</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10428542.post-114083150416790335</id><published>2006-02-24T20:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T20:38:24.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So far, summed up!</title><content type='html'>Hello All. I've now been in BC for 5 days, since monday, today being friday. So here's the basics of my trip out here. We arrived in Thunderbay late on thrusday night, before of which dan got the only speeding ticket of the trip. Well, I still have to drive back, but lets hope its the only one! We stayed at our friend Katie Gamble's house. The next day we travelled to Winnipeg and stayed with my Aunt Brenda and Uncle Doug, and lovely cousins Emily, Bobby, and Joanna who we didn't even see. We left the next morning after that @ 5.30am ya, crazy, and heading across the broad land of nothingness that you may often have heard me made fun of, Saskatchewan! It is a nice place, to travel through, never having seen it before, however it confirms the fact that there is nothing there! We arrived in Calgary that night and stayed with and old friend from high school Ryan Matchullis for 2 nights. while we were there we went skiing at Sunshine Village, near banff. From there we headed towards Vancouver, not having any idea where were going to stay at that point. Well we ended up staying at a howard johnson, not what i would have hoped for, but it didn't the job. Tuesday we went snow boarding/skiing at Mt Baker, which is east of my old stomping ground of Bellingham Washington. Dan flew out of Vancouver on wednesday around 4 at which point I headed over to Vancouver island. Which i was waiting in line for the ferry i phoned up the wagners to let them know that i might show up that night, that being said only because all i had was an address, and really no idea at all where they lived, but i did find the house, which is where I am now. Today we went and climbed up Mt Finlayson which is only about a 10 min drive from there house. the climb up was very good, and a very nice view, seen a lot of those on the way out, I'll put pictures up later. but the only thing is on the way back down the mt, I roled my anckle and it sweeled up to the size of a beach ball! But I'll live, I do it all the time. That's about all you get for now, cause it time for dinner. See ya soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10428542-114083150416790335?l=poopie-diaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poopie-diaper.blogspot.com/feeds/114083150416790335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10428542&amp;postID=114083150416790335' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10428542/posts/default/114083150416790335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10428542/posts/default/114083150416790335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poopie-diaper.blogspot.com/2006/02/so-far-summed-up.html' title='So far, summed up!'/><author><name>Daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606782027926462087</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10428542.post-113816814029555934</id><published>2006-01-25T00:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T00:52:31.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BC Awaits</title><content type='html'>Well most of you know by now that I'm heading to BC in February, and the time is Fast approaching. For those of you who didn't know, ah, suprise! I leave February 16th. I'll be traveling with my friend Daniel. The plan when I arrive as of now is that come May-mid august I'll be near Prince George tree planting, which I'm quite excited about. I'll be in the woods for 3 months surrounded by God's creation, and I trust he will use that time to fill me with ideas and dreams and anything else He has feel like. Up until may, I'm hoping to find a part time job, a few days a week so I have an income, and do plenty of snowbarding.&lt;br /&gt;After the summer, I have no idea, I'm hoping God will use that time to give me some direction, but the plan is to stay there, or go where ever else it is that I'm being lead. I think that's all for now. I'll tell ya more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10428542-113816814029555934?l=poopie-diaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poopie-diaper.blogspot.com/feeds/113816814029555934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10428542&amp;postID=113816814029555934' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10428542/posts/default/113816814029555934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10428542/posts/default/113816814029555934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poopie-diaper.blogspot.com/2006/01/bc-awaits.html' title='BC Awaits'/><author><name>Daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606782027926462087</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10428542.post-113633640047611823</id><published>2006-01-03T19:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T20:00:00.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God likes me, He really likes me!</title><content type='html'>Every day I thank God that he walks with me, in good times and certainly in bad. There were times that I certainly have not believed that. However, I know know He is always with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10428542-113633640047611823?l=poopie-diaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poopie-diaper.blogspot.com/feeds/113633640047611823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10428542&amp;postID=113633640047611823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10428542/posts/default/113633640047611823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10428542/posts/default/113633640047611823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poopie-diaper.blogspot.com/2006/01/god-likes-me-he-really-likes-me.html' title='God likes me, He really likes me!'/><author><name>Daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606782027926462087</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10428542.post-113495315366338733</id><published>2005-12-18T18:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T19:45:53.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith and Waiting</title><content type='html'>For a long time I'd had no faith in God once so ever. That was quite a while ago now, but up until very recently I realized that I can't possibly ignor Him any longer. He's too big, He's to mysterious, He's too loving to pass up. Time and time again I've heard people say, 'it will happen in His time'. Humans are impatient, we don't like to wait, we want things, now, in our time. But so much has been happening lately, that must be in His time, and it couldn't be more perfect. As impatient as I am, He has still managed to blow up my mind. I'll never understand how it happens, or why but I'm just going to let it all happen. Cheers to His Plan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10428542-113495315366338733?l=poopie-diaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poopie-diaper.blogspot.com/feeds/113495315366338733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10428542&amp;postID=113495315366338733' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10428542/posts/default/113495315366338733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10428542/posts/default/113495315366338733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poopie-diaper.blogspot.com/2005/12/faith-and-waiting.html' title='Faith and Waiting'/><author><name>Daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606782027926462087</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10428542.post-113470838780937394</id><published>2005-12-15T22:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T00:56:05.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW</title><content type='html'>Life is a Crazy Thing! Here's some advice. When ever you write a story, make it fictional. Because life is totally unbelieveable! Try for a day, or longer if you choose, to do everything differently then the way you would normally. At first it might not seem like much, but you watch, things are going to change. Recently I made a big decision. Life as I know it, is about to be completely different. This decision came at a time when a lot of stuff was lets just say not in my favour. On top of that, I'd been sitting around for basically 3 years, and I really felt as if my life was going no where. I had no motavation, and life was passing me by. Well ya know what, I'll be damned if its gonna walk by me anymore. I'm going to catch it! So everything has been kind of going my way a little more, thing have been looking up. Then just the other day, I heard something, that never in my life did i think I would hear again. And wow! I still at this point, dont' even know what is going to happen because of this. Its turn my world from around, to totally upside down. And ya this is totally vauge, but just take my word for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10428542-113470838780937394?l=poopie-diaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poopie-diaper.blogspot.com/feeds/113470838780937394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10428542&amp;postID=113470838780937394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10428542/posts/default/113470838780937394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10428542/posts/default/113470838780937394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poopie-diaper.blogspot.com/2005/12/wow.html' title='WOW'/><author><name>Daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606782027926462087</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10428542.post-113384535830088129</id><published>2005-12-05T23:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T00:16:36.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Something about it!</title><content type='html'>For some it is a faint blur in the distance. For others its a burning image in the forground of the mind. Others never find it. Its been calling out, and I am now unable to decline what it offers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you content? Satisfied with your life?&lt;br /&gt;Do your friends and the things you do during the average day stimulate you mind? No?&lt;br /&gt;Why? That's horrible, Do something about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I don't know that. Let me tell you what I do know. Every day I come by to pick you up. And we go out, we have a few drinks, and a few laughs and it's great. But you know what the best part of my day is? It's for about ten seconds from when I pull up to the curb to when I get to your door. Because I think maybe I'll get up there and I'll knock on the door and you won't be there. No goodbye, no see you later, no nothin'. Just left. I don't know much, but I know that."&lt;br /&gt;- Chuckie, Good Will Hunting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10428542-113384535830088129?l=poopie-diaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poopie-diaper.blogspot.com/feeds/113384535830088129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10428542&amp;postID=113384535830088129' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10428542/posts/default/113384535830088129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10428542/posts/default/113384535830088129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poopie-diaper.blogspot.com/2005/12/do-something-about-it.html' title='Do Something about it!'/><author><name>Daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606782027926462087</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10428542.post-113351012457535078</id><published>2005-12-02T02:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T02:55:24.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To Those it may Concern:</title><content type='html'>The other night I wasn't in a very good mood, and I didn't feel like talking at all. People were hanging out and I sat there silent. I was content. That made some people uncomfortable or something. I apoligize for that, I wasn't angry, I just had a lot on my mind. I'm sorry if that made you uncomfortable, but keep in mind I'm not here to make you happy. I'm not going to go out of my way to bug you, but the world doesn't revolve around you. Maybe in your mind, just not in reality. The next time something like that comes up with myself, or anybody, ask them what's up, and they'll share if they're comfortable, otherwise leave them be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10428542-113351012457535078?l=poopie-diaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poopie-diaper.blogspot.com/feeds/113351012457535078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10428542&amp;postID=113351012457535078' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10428542/posts/default/113351012457535078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10428542/posts/default/113351012457535078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poopie-diaper.blogspot.com/2005/12/to-those-it-may-concern.html' title='To Those it may Concern:'/><author><name>Daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606782027926462087</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10428542.post-113304698883255787</id><published>2005-11-26T17:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T18:16:28.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Daryl Needs....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;So following after Matt following Ian here it goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daryl Needs...(courtesy of Google)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;1. Professional Cartoonists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;2. Advocacy and You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;3. MAC, lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;4. many Iranians &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;5. to learn more about the Internet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;6. to keep his mouth shut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;7. second eyepatch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;8. your support&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;9. to play more than he did last year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;10. a few hardcore tools&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10428542-113304698883255787?l=poopie-diaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poopie-diaper.blogspot.com/feeds/113304698883255787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10428542&amp;postID=113304698883255787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10428542/posts/default/113304698883255787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10428542/posts/default/113304698883255787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poopie-diaper.blogspot.com/2005/11/daryl-needs.html' title='Daryl Needs....'/><author><name>Daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606782027926462087</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10428542.post-113190882101394844</id><published>2005-11-13T14:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T14:08:10.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bigger Than Jesus</title><content type='html'>Published on March 4th 1966 in '&lt;em&gt;The Evening Standard'&lt;/em&gt; was a long rambling interview with the Beatles John Lennon. In it was an off the cuff remark saying "... We're more popular than Jesus ...". I don't particularly like the Beatles and the comment in its time created a lot of controversy among the Christians of North America. I'm here to say he was totally right! It wasn't meant as an attack on Jesus Himself or anybody. It's just the way fame works. A big part of the Beatles popularity came from there looks. 4 good looking young men with cool accents, what's not to like? Jesus didn't have that kind of advantage. We talk @ sanctuary on Thursday about how Jesus was an ugly man. He didn't have the looks the ladies liked, or anybody rich famous or otherwise were looking for. All there was about Him was the message He brought of God's love for them. But the fact alone that the Beatles were more popular that the Savior of the world should motivate us all to talk about Jesus even more to the people in our world. Most people at the time condemned Lennon for his remark, but I personally would like that thank him for giving direction to the eyes of those not blind to the truth. Don't be mad because one man of the millions of us here said something you don't like. Think about what he is saying, cause he might not be so far from the truth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10428542-113190882101394844?l=poopie-diaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poopie-diaper.blogspot.com/feeds/113190882101394844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10428542&amp;postID=113190882101394844' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10428542/posts/default/113190882101394844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10428542/posts/default/113190882101394844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poopie-diaper.blogspot.com/2005/11/bigger-than-jesus.html' title='Bigger Than Jesus'/><author><name>Daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606782027926462087</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10428542.post-113151317521414022</id><published>2005-11-09T00:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T00:12:55.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ponder</title><content type='html'>~Being alive for Christ isn't hard,&lt;br /&gt;   but sooner or later&lt;br /&gt;   you're going to have to move.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10428542-113151317521414022?l=poopie-diaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poopie-diaper.blogspot.com/feeds/113151317521414022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10428542&amp;postID=113151317521414022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10428542/posts/default/113151317521414022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10428542/posts/default/113151317521414022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poopie-diaper.blogspot.com/2005/11/ponder.html' title='Ponder'/><author><name>Daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606782027926462087</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10428542.post-112840199693135214</id><published>2005-10-03T23:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T23:59:56.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep It Simple</title><content type='html'>I believe a lot of people think way to much when it comes to Christianity. So many people I've found get so caught up with little details about the bible. For example dates, what heaven is really going to be like and I honestly believe it's all balderdash. So many of those things we will never know for sure while we are here on earth. I find it silly to waste my time with it. Don't get me wrong, I want to learn and grow as a Christian, but from what I've experienced, those people who know so much about the bible are always in theological arguments and I just can't bother. Somewhere along the line it seems as though they've forgotten what it's really about. Yes its nice to know the bible, but think really, what is knowing so much of it going to do for you? Your place in heaven will be no greater or lesser than mine nor anyone else's because you knew more of the bible. Its about what's in your heart and not in your brain. The bible says we should have faith like that of a child, they believe just because. For all the unanswerable questions, just believe because what ever God has instore will be unarguably incredible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the simple part. Desire and try to be like Christ. Everyday I try, and everyday I fail, But I am not discouraged, for I can always try again tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10428542-112840199693135214?l=poopie-diaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poopie-diaper.blogspot.com/feeds/112840199693135214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10428542&amp;postID=112840199693135214' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10428542/posts/default/112840199693135214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10428542/posts/default/112840199693135214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poopie-diaper.blogspot.com/2005/10/keep-it-simple.html' title='Keep It Simple'/><author><name>Daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606782027926462087</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><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10428542.post-112649531161067000</id><published>2005-09-11T21:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T22:21:51.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Difference</title><content type='html'>Something is Different, Not like before,&lt;br /&gt;Of this I'm Convinced more and more.&lt;br /&gt;I can't understand it, Nor would I care,&lt;br /&gt;Explain the unexplainable, I would not dare.&lt;br /&gt;Life is confusing; A maze with no end.&lt;br /&gt;But you would escape if you had feathers my friend.&lt;br /&gt;They'll be no need to fret and no need to frown,&lt;br /&gt;Rely on the man with the thorny krown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10428542-112649531161067000?l=poopie-diaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poopie-diaper.blogspot.com/feeds/112649531161067000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10428542&amp;postID=112649531161067000' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10428542/posts/default/112649531161067000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10428542/posts/default/112649531161067000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poopie-diaper.blogspot.com/2005/09/difference.html' title='Difference'/><author><name>Daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606782027926462087</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10428542.post-112537175285336489</id><published>2005-08-29T22:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T22:15:52.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FIRE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's About the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;F&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10428542-112537175285336489?l=poopie-diaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poopie-diaper.blogspot.com/feeds/112537175285336489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10428542&amp;postID=112537175285336489' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10428542/posts/default/112537175285336489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10428542/posts/default/112537175285336489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poopie-diaper.blogspot.com/2005/08/fire.html' title='FIRE'/><author><name>Daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606782027926462087</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10428542.post-112163556735771841</id><published>2005-07-17T16:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T16:26:07.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things You Might Not Know!</title><content type='html'>I'm a very Shy person when I first meet people. I don't really like being the centre of attention all the time, there's too much pressure to deal with if I'm expected to entertain all the time. I like to make people laugh because it make me feel like I have something to offer people. When I try to be serious very few people seemingly care. They don't think I have another side to me than being funny, they are completely wrong. When I was growing up I got beat up all the time and I never had any real friends except 1 in bellingham until I moved to Markham. I love you guys. I was never accepted, but I found people liked me when I made them laugh, so I started that and I've never stopped. I find it very hard to trust people with things like I'm writing, but I'm really tired of nobody taking me seriously. I feel lonely almost 100% of the time I'm awake, because many of the people I know, some friends, some no longer friends have never said anything nice to me ever! Everyone makes fun of there friends but they also know how to be a friend and not just a bitch. There are people out side of this circle who I know understand me, and for them I'm extremely greatful, and thank you. That's all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10428542-112163556735771841?l=poopie-diaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poopie-diaper.blogspot.com/feeds/112163556735771841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10428542&amp;postID=112163556735771841' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10428542/posts/default/112163556735771841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10428542/posts/default/112163556735771841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poopie-diaper.blogspot.com/2005/07/things-you-might-not-know.html' title='Things You Might Not Know!'/><author><name>Daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606782027926462087</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10428542.post-111993410277543713</id><published>2005-06-27T23:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T23:48:22.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friend</title><content type='html'>I have a friend and its been about a year since I've seen him, until recently. He was never the most Christian person, more often than not not following the path perhaps that God has chosen for him. He will always be my friend despite what he carries on with. I see no reason for not being a friend to someone just because they make different choices than you. I never thought It would get really bad, as far as I am aware he isn't into anything to heavy, but I can't believe what he has done to himself. So badly I would like to do something about it, and others I know feel the same way, but I can't help but think that that guy burried under there somewhere is still my friend. I'm worry that if we were to confront him there would never be a friendship there again. Its like an old car. Although to many it may not seem very appealing, the body is all rusty, the interior smells and is stained and torn. To the owner, he can look at it and see it how it was the day he drove it off the lot. That's what I see in my friend. The exterior might not be pretty, but I remember him the way he was before he began to corrode. After something breaks and its been repaired, it will never be as when it was new, but perhaps that's not the point. We're are aiming for perfection but if something breaks was it really perfect? No, We know that we will fail when we aim to be like Christ, He was perfect, we can not be. The goal is not to make you repairs look nice, the goal is to have the part function as it should. I don't know what I'm trying to say, I just need to say it. Thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10428542-111993410277543713?l=poopie-diaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poopie-diaper.blogspot.com/feeds/111993410277543713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10428542&amp;postID=111993410277543713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10428542/posts/default/111993410277543713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10428542/posts/default/111993410277543713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poopie-diaper.blogspot.com/2005/06/friend.html' title='Friend'/><author><name>Daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606782027926462087</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10428542.post-111852141317849908</id><published>2005-06-11T15:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T15:23:33.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Really Hot Out!</title><content type='html'>So, Its Really Hot Outside. Thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10428542-111852141317849908?l=poopie-diaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poopie-diaper.blogspot.com/feeds/111852141317849908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10428542&amp;postID=111852141317849908' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10428542/posts/default/111852141317849908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10428542/posts/default/111852141317849908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poopie-diaper.blogspot.com/2005/06/its-really-hot-out.html' title='It&apos;s Really Hot Out!'/><author><name>Daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606782027926462087</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10428542.post-111602383588326598</id><published>2005-05-13T17:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T10:38:46.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetic</title><content type='html'>Hi, So the truth is I have never had any interest in poetry once so ever. It never made sense, I found it boring, just really found nothing there for me. So last night I was feeling kinda I don't know just different. Normally I would try to write a song about it, but it didn't feel right this time. Lets face it, song writing is kinda difficult. Most lines end up rhyming and then the music, I needed something different to ease me. So, I wrote a few lines and then a few more, and then just a few more and what I came up with, seemed to be some sort of poem. I really liked what I had written. I still don't like reading poetry, but perhaps its not the most boring thing in the world, afterall, golf still exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10428542-111602383588326598?l=poopie-diaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poopie-diaper.blogspot.com/feeds/111602383588326598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10428542&amp;postID=111602383588326598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10428542/posts/default/111602383588326598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10428542/posts/default/111602383588326598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poopie-diaper.blogspot.com/2005/05/poetic.html' title='Poetic'/><author><name>Daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606782027926462087</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10428542.post-111387829799989476</id><published>2005-04-30T22:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T22:12:40.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rolls Royce</title><content type='html'>For those of you who don't know, I'm somewhat of a song writer. I've written I don't know 35+ songs, and countless other music parts. I'm probably only proud of about 15 well I'm proud of them all, but maybe only about 15 I'd actually want people to hear. I find I'm able to come up with what I think are really cool music parts, but I can't come up with lyrics that have the same punch to them as the music does. Bad lyrics and good music and visa versa go together like a rolls Royce pullin' a trailer. I'm not exactly sure how to remedy this. Perhaps I think about it too much, making it more difficult than it needs to be. Anyone who has heard any of my songs feel free to give me advise. I don't mean the funny songs, the serious ones, the ones about real stuff, those are the ones I feel I have trouble with. Don't get me wrong, I do have serious things to talk about and to say, and anyone who thought I was incapable of that, and I know who you are, well you can stick it in your ass! Pardon my language, I don't have time for those who enjoy insulting me. Maybe I am unable to see if what I write is good. I know that they are my own and that I do not need anybody to like them, but I am not accomplishing much lately with my writing because I don't feel as if my writing is good. Anyway, please give me some advise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10428542-111387829799989476?l=poopie-diaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poopie-diaper.blogspot.com/feeds/111387829799989476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10428542&amp;postID=111387829799989476' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10428542/posts/default/111387829799989476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10428542/posts/default/111387829799989476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poopie-diaper.blogspot.com/2005/04/rolls-royce.html' title='Rolls Royce'/><author><name>Daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606782027926462087</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10428542.post-111440318325148275</id><published>2005-04-24T22:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T23:29:09.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The constipated Mind!</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure how this is possible, but how can I have So much to say, yet have Nothing to say, all at the same time. Is My Brain just clogged up? Perhaps everything is trying to escape at once, but like the 3 stooges, if every thing trys to leave at the same time, they get stuck in the door frame! The case might be that I really have nothing to say at all! I can't decide which it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so much lately, but about 2-3 weeks ago, I was getting out a a bad time, I feel no need to explain, though. I learned that One thing that I value more than a lot of things is Change. Those of you who say that change isn't good for anything, or that its scary, You're all crazi! I suppose It could be considered scary, but at the same time, isn't it also extremely exciting? Those people who have a job in which they sit at a desk all day, and push paper around, WOW, do I not envy you. That's the worst job I could ever have. If I don't end up being a musician, which would be great yes, but its not the end of the world, all I know is that I can't have a job that is repetitive, repetitive. See, wasn't that annoying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women love change! That's why they have so many clothes and shoes. Some Have enough for everyday of there life! They never have to do laundry at all! That's not directed at you, you know who you are. That's honestly a general statement! Men on the other hand also as a general statement, don't care for change all that much. They have one pair of shoes. They would be perfectly content sitting in the same pair of shorts, on the same spot on the couch watching the same channel on television for weeks on end without even noticing time has past at all. I think that's all I have for now. See ya Soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10428542-111440318325148275?l=poopie-diaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poopie-diaper.blogspot.com/feeds/111440318325148275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10428542&amp;postID=111440318325148275' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10428542/posts/default/111440318325148275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10428542/posts/default/111440318325148275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poopie-diaper.blogspot.com/2005/04/constipated-mind.html' title='The constipated Mind!'/><author><name>Daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606782027926462087</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10428542.post-111155947742176702</id><published>2005-03-23T00:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T01:31:17.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Expensive Fork!</title><content type='html'>I'm done college, I'm finished with getting an education for now anyway. I have a horrible job at a pizza place in Newmarket, so I need a new job. For the time being, I don't really care if it is in my chosen field. That would always be nice, but I'm not even sure that's what I'm going to do. For any of you who aren't sure what that field is, it's music! I love music, most of my time is spent think about it, ok, maybe not most, but a bunch of my time. All I really want to do with my life is either music, or work with kids some how, maybe just my own, cause they'll be crazy enough the entire world won't want to take them on. But that won't really be a problem for me. They're my kids, of course I'll be able to handle them, part of them is a part of me, part is whoever their mother will be, and then a part that is there very own. To me having children will be a very exciting challenge, and it will give me a reason to act like a kid, as if I ever really stopped! But What's the harm done in that, why cant' I act crazy, have fun, there is no need in the world to be mature, there is a time a a place it is needed, but other than that, why do people look down on me just cause I'm having fun. Maybe I'm not always the most reasonable or appropriate person, and I apologize for that, but really people chill out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so lately I am SO SO bored with my life. I work the same crappy job most everyday of the week, and I am working on finding a new one of those. It leaves me with almost no time for my music, family, friends whatever else. If you have ever seen the movie 'Groundhog Day' or you are Bill Murray, you'll know what I am trying to say here. Every morning I wake up, and I dread the day that is before me. Not because I don't like living, I very much do, but it doesn't feel at all like I am living. I wake up each morning, and know pretty well everything that will happen that day. There is no surprise, no challenge. I've taken 4 days off this week to help out with the march break basketball camp at Scarborough. 1 because I like kids, and 2 because I could take 4 days off work. I'm thrilled out of my mind that I'm doing something different this week. Sure I don't get paid if I don't work, but at this point I really don't care that much, my payment is not being there. Here is where that expensive fork comes in people. I don't have to stay at that job, and I don't plan on it. The possibilities of what I could do are endless. But everything takes money, which is what I have ZERO of. I would really like to save a couple thousand bucks and hit the road with my guitar, and my passport. I have a ridiculously overwhelming urge to have no idea what so ever is going to happen next. Sure that's risky, but its exciting. Often when I'm feeling a certain way, or thinking about certain things I can just post them up on here, and then I feel better about it, and people can give me their suggestions or advise. That's isn't happening. This will not just go away, its going to happen, or it will never go away. Maybe I never will travel like that, but until something dramatic happens, where ever day can be different from the next, I'm simply going to feel like I'm bored and I have no direction. I know that I do have direction, but in this case direction variety are directly related. I'm not sure if anybody else feels quite like this, but I am sure that I am not the only one. For now my only advise is 'polish your silverware!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10428542-111155947742176702?l=poopie-diaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poopie-diaper.blogspot.com/feeds/111155947742176702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10428542&amp;postID=111155947742176702' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10428542/posts/default/111155947742176702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10428542/posts/default/111155947742176702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poopie-diaper.blogspot.com/2005/03/one-expensive-fork.html' title='One Expensive Fork!'/><author><name>Daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606782027926462087</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10428542.post-111052245663834919</id><published>2005-03-11T01:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T01:34:06.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Eh?</title><content type='html'>If a "product" is good, not to classify God or the church as a product, but it will sell it self. There is no need to advertise; people can see it in action. For example, our own lives and our challenge to represent Christ through them. If people see with their own eyes that, the "product", Christ is real and he works in out lives, they'll be like wow, there is really something to this, I'll check it out for my self! Last night at TDI we talked a lot about this and how and why God is or is not "cool." Someone mentioned that the uncool people don't' know what and who is cool, and for that reason they are not cool? That's Ridiculous, of course they know who is cool, because like many of us, we want to be or at least be like that 1 cool person. Kind of Ironic I would say. Like those uncool kids, we as Christians aspire to be like Christ. So Tell me he's not the coolest kid ever!!!! But I say who cares!! Wait, Read on!! Is Jesus Cool because he has a 12 man entourage that never leaves his side? Because thousands of people would flock to see his as if he were a Enormous Rock Star? He did so many incredible things, the greatest of which was dying to save each of us from sin, that we should follow him even if everyone around us in our lives hated him. When it was the time of his crucifixion the masses, who just days earlier had loved him, turned on him like he was now just a worn out trend. But Jesus still loved all of them, he thought they were cool, even though they didn't even like him anymore. How Cool is that!! After all he did say, I AM... Basically everything good, He is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10428542-111052245663834919?l=poopie-diaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poopie-diaper.blogspot.com/feeds/111052245663834919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10428542&amp;postID=111052245663834919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10428542/posts/default/111052245663834919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10428542/posts/default/111052245663834919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poopie-diaper.blogspot.com/2005/03/cool-eh.html' title='Cool Eh?'/><author><name>Daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606782027926462087</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10428542.post-110979591294436756</id><published>2005-03-02T15:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T23:38:56.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You Call that Mighty?</title><content type='html'>The pen is said to be mightier than the sword. In today's world that is pretty true. However, you can't cut a mans head off with a pen, unless you stole it from James Bond! And you cant' use it to spread the butter on your toast, cause it will leak and you'll get ink poisoning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take that philosophy! In your face!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10428542-110979591294436756?l=poopie-diaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poopie-diaper.blogspot.com/feeds/110979591294436756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10428542&amp;postID=110979591294436756' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10428542/posts/default/110979591294436756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10428542/posts/default/110979591294436756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poopie-diaper.blogspot.com/2005/03/you-call-that-mighty.html' title='You Call that Mighty?'/><author><name>Daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606782027926462087</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10428542.post-110964942952629776</id><published>2005-03-01T01:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T23:37:45.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MONEY Talks, are you listening?</title><content type='html'>What is it that drives the world? Not what should, being Christ, but Money! Why is that? What is it about money that makes everybody go crazy? It divides people creating different classes and poverty, and an endless amount of things. I can't explain it, I just know I want it! In the time we live, its a necessity for life. No money = no food, no home, no clothing, no anything. But why, and how did it ever come to this? Really, it's a piece of paper and nothing more! Its been given a value, and we can't really argue that. The only reason I can see that money is of any value at all, is just because we all agree that it is. If we all agreed that it wasn't, then it wouldn't be! Certainly it didn't always exist, but can you imagine if it did... "Adam will you go pick a bushel of apples from the forbidden tree for me? That's gone cost yea there Eve, $10 and its done!" That's just nonsense. So I would say to begin with, well after there were more than just 2 people who were married to each other on the earth, people would trade things, or do favors... "Okay Jacob, you mow my lawn, and I'll shovel your drive way, does that sound like a deal?" Its just human nature to do it like that, I wouldn't suggest there we too many folks then and especially now that would just doing something for you out of the goodness of there heart. They do exist this is true, but they simply aren't very easy to find! Anyway, some where along the way someone saw a piece of silver or gold, you know, it was shiny and it caught there attention. Its mine no one can have it, (here's where greed and envy come in), unless they'll say walk my camel for me! I imagine it only took one person to start convincing people that gold or silver was valuable, because its shiny and attractive, which is why the first man picked it up at all. I think you all can fill the story in from there. Basically its your life as you know it. You have no money, so no one has anything to offer you and they assume now that you have nothing to offer them if you have no money. That is stupid right there, because it all started with people using there talents to do things for each other. And in the bible money is referred to as you guessed it 'talents'. To me its all just a little to ironic. Anyway, long story short. Money sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10428542-110964942952629776?l=poopie-diaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poopie-diaper.blogspot.com/feeds/110964942952629776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10428542&amp;postID=110964942952629776' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10428542/posts/default/110964942952629776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10428542/posts/default/110964942952629776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poopie-diaper.blogspot.com/2005/02/money-talks-are-you-listening.html' title='MONEY Talks, are you listening?'/><author><name>Daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606782027926462087</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10428542.post-110800607382908744</id><published>2005-02-10T01:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T22:27:53.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Choice is Simple, its the Decision that's Hard</title><content type='html'>Think about this, God made everything, EVERYTHING. Including us, but he also gave us a free will. He made us, gave us everything, and said go do whatever you want to! He does want us to follow him and do his will, however it is our choice. So really, how can we walk around and not live life for Christ? He gave us everything there is, including his own son, so really the least we can give back to him is our very own life we were given. So when we think of it like that, the choice seems rather simple. On the other hand its making that decision that is not quite a easy. Maybe its just me. Each person has different skills and talents that God gave to them. Not everybody is called to be a minister or speaker, but just to use the very talents they already possess. It is not even directly related. As long as you used your skills the best way you can then possibly you are using them for God's glory and you don't even know it? But those of you who are called to do full time work for God, that really is a giant decision to make. That's a lot of sacrifices to make. I'm not saying I wouldn't be able to do it, but for something that should be so simple is really hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10428542-110800607382908744?l=poopie-diaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poopie-diaper.blogspot.com/feeds/110800607382908744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10428542&amp;postID=110800607382908744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10428542/posts/default/110800607382908744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10428542/posts/default/110800607382908744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poopie-diaper.blogspot.com/2005/02/choice-is-simple-its-decision-thats.html' title='The Choice is Simple, its the Decision that&apos;s Hard'/><author><name>Daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606782027926462087</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10428542.post-110749314622098367</id><published>2005-02-03T03:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T00:01:02.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Special</title><content type='html'>Hey, its Thursday the 3rd of February the time now is 11:57pm. I don't have anything particular to write about, So on that note, anyone who did view this here blog deal, which is only Peter, you will surely be disappointed. So Seeing how I have nothing else to do, and I don't feel inspired to write anything, or inspiring to say anything, I'm going to bed. Whatever, have a good weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10428542-110749314622098367?l=poopie-diaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poopie-diaper.blogspot.com/feeds/110749314622098367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10428542&amp;postID=110749314622098367' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10428542/posts/default/110749314622098367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10428542/posts/default/110749314622098367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poopie-diaper.blogspot.com/2005/02/nothing-special.html' title='Nothing Special'/><author><name>Daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606782027926462087</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10428542.post-110714477979179837</id><published>2005-01-31T02:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T23:27:20.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Days</title><content type='html'>I've been wondering the other day, what where the days like for Jesus between the crucifixion and the Resurrection. Physically He was dead, which I don't think is really arguable. But what about the God Part of Jesus, since he was both man and God, Did he Return to heaven? Did he join God for those Days? Maybe God Came down and hung out in the tomb with Him. They may have had a conversation like this. God: "You're doing a great job Son, But You should see what is going to happen next!" Jesus: "Its been very tough father, I'm almost glad for this little break, although I am dead!" God: "Oh Son, don't worry. What happens next, it's going to blow peoples minds. This and everything else you've done! People will talk about this for the rest of eternity". I'm sorry to those of you who find this wrong to place words in the mouth of God. I honestly don't feel as though I've done something wrong. I imagine it as if He is like my friends and people I know. And He is my friend, so to me, he talks just like I talk, and in a way I'll understand. I believe the same goes for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, Also, I know to see him as a friend might not me the best thing. Because I have friends who let me down, and disappoint all the time, but you must remember that they are only human. But seeing How God, well, is God, He will not dissapoint like a human friend, he's the best friend. But He is also Soo much more than that. He's a Father, a Saviour, a Shapard, a Friend, and countless other things. No One knows what He Looks like or any of those sorts of details, my point is simply that I'll talk to him like I talk to anybody, not in the sense that I don't have respect for him, or for anyone else, but I'm not going to put on a fake me and talk to him in a way I don't talk. Cause obviously if He created me, He knows who I am, and it would just be silly to try and pull that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I guess its just something to think about. If there is any scripture describing those days then please someone let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please Give Your Toughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10428542-110714477979179837?l=poopie-diaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poopie-diaper.blogspot.com/feeds/110714477979179837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10428542&amp;postID=110714477979179837' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10428542/posts/default/110714477979179837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10428542/posts/default/110714477979179837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poopie-diaper.blogspot.com/2005/01/3-days.html' title='3 Days'/><author><name>Daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13606782027926462087</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
