<?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-6618972800175076281</id><updated>2012-01-13T17:36:58.894-08:00</updated><category term='April 19th'/><title type='text'>Ainsley (Thespian and Thinker)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ainsley Daumler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09666175499479394346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1CMzeUGRfc/TXKB8pVKGzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ynz-d7zDmO4/s220/Aisnley%2B%252Cphotoshoot%2Bw%2BRobin%2B013.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>72</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618972800175076281.post-8119253346886370514</id><published>2011-09-28T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T10:03:51.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Peter Chapter 3</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Wives, in the same way be submissive to your husbands so that, if any of them do not believe the word, they may be &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;won&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; over without words by the behavior of their wives, when they see your &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;purity&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and reverence of your lives.&amp;nbsp; Your beauty should not come from &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;outward adornment&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; such as &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;braided hair&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and the &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;wearing &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;of gold &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;jewelry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;fine clothes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Instead, it should be that of your inner self, the unfading beauty of a &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;gentle &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;and &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;quiet&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; spirit, which is of great worth in God's sight.&amp;nbsp; For this is the way the holy women of the past who put their hope in God used to make themselves &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;beautiful&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; They were submissive to their own husbands, like Sarah, who obeyed Abraham and called him her &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;master&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; You are her &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;daughters&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; if you do what is right and do not give way to fear.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Husbands, in the same way be considerate as you live with your wives, and &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;treat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; them with respect as the&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; weaker partner&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and as heirs with you of the &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;gracious&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; gift of life, so that nothing will &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;hinder&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; your prayers.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Finally&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, all of you, live in &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;harmony&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; with one another; be &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;sympathetic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, love as brothers, be &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;compassionate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and humble.&amp;nbsp; Do not repay evil with evil or insult with insult, but with a blessing, because to this you were called so that you may inherit a blessing.&amp;nbsp; For,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Whoever &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;would love life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and see good days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;must keep his &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;tongue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; from evil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and his lips from &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;deceitful &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;speech.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He must turn from evil and do good;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he must seek peace and &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;pursue&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For the eyes of the Lord are on the rightueous&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and his &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;ears&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; are &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;attentive&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; to their &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;prayer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but the face of the Lord is against those who do evil."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Who is going to harm you if you are eager to do good? But even if you should suffer for doing what is right, you are blessed. "Do not fear what they fear ; do not be &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;frightened&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;."&amp;nbsp; but in your hearts set apart Christ as Lord.&amp;nbsp; Always be prepared to give an &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;answer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; to everyone who &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;asks&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; you to give a reason for the hope that you have. But do this with &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;gentleness &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;and respect, keeping a clear conscience, so that those who speak &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;maliciously&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; against your good behavior in Christ may be ashamed of their slander.&amp;nbsp; It is better, if it is God's will to suffer for doing good then for doing evil.&amp;nbsp; For Christ died for sins once for all, the righteous for the unrighteous, to bring you to God.&amp;nbsp; He was put to death in the body but made&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; alive&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; by the spirit, through whom also he went and preached to the spirits in prison who disobeyed long ago when God &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;waited&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; patiently in the days of Noah while the ark was being built.&amp;nbsp; In it only a &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;few&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; people, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;eight&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; in all, were saved through water, and this water &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;symbolizes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;baptism&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; that now &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;saves&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; you also-not the &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;removal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; of &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;dirt&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; from he body but the &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;pledge&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; of a good conscience toward God.&amp;nbsp; It &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;saves &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;you by the resurrection of Jesus Christ, who has gone into heaven and is at God's right hand-with angels, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;authorities&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and powers in submission to him.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618972800175076281-8119253346886370514?l=ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/feeds/8119253346886370514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2011/09/1st-peter-chapter-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/8119253346886370514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/8119253346886370514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2011/09/1st-peter-chapter-3.html' title='1st Peter Chapter 3'/><author><name>Ainsley Daumler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09666175499479394346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1CMzeUGRfc/TXKB8pVKGzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ynz-d7zDmO4/s220/Aisnley%2B%252Cphotoshoot%2Bw%2BRobin%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618972800175076281.post-3716211782187976569</id><published>2011-09-20T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T16:17:52.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Peter Chapter 2</title><content type='html'>Therefore &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rid&lt;/span&gt; yourselves of all&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; malice&lt;/span&gt; and all deceit,  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;hypocrisy, envy&lt;/span&gt;, and slander of every kind.  Like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;newborn babies&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;crave&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;spiritual&lt;/span&gt; milk, so that by it you may grow up in your salvation.  Now that you have tasted that the Lord is good.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       As you come to him, the living stone-rejected by men but chosen by God and precious to him-you also like living &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;stones&lt;/span&gt;, are being built into a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;spiritual&lt;/span&gt; house to be a holy priesthood, offering &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;spiritual&lt;/span&gt; sacrifices &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;acceptable&lt;/span&gt; to God through Jesus Christ.  For in scripture it says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                    "See, I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;lay&lt;/span&gt; a stone in Zion, a chosen and precious &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;cornerstone&lt;/span&gt;, and the one who &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;trusts&lt;/span&gt; in him will never be put to shame."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;       Now to you who believe, this stone is precious.  But to those who do not believe,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"The stone the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;builders&lt;/span&gt; rejected has become the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;capstone&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;           and,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"A stone that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;causes&lt;/span&gt; men to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;stumble&lt;/span&gt; and a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;rock&lt;/span&gt; that makes them fall."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;            They &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;stumble&lt;/span&gt; because they &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;disobey&lt;/span&gt; the message-which is also what they were destined for. &lt;br /&gt;                       But you are a chosen people, a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;royal &lt;/span&gt;priesthood, a holy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;nation&lt;/span&gt;, a people &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;belonging&lt;/span&gt; to God, that you may declare the praises of him who called you out of darkness into his &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;wonderful&lt;/span&gt; light.  Once you were not a people, but now you are the people of God; once you had not received mercy, but not you have received mercy.&lt;br /&gt;                     Dear friends, I urge you, as aliens and strangers in the world, to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;abstain&lt;/span&gt; from sinful desires, which &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;war &lt;/span&gt;against you soul.   Live such good lives among the pagans that, though they &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;accuse&lt;/span&gt; you of doing wrong, they may see your good deeds and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;glorify&lt;/span&gt; God on the day he &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;visits&lt;/span&gt; us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            Submit yourselves for the Lord's sake to authority&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; instituted&lt;/span&gt; among men: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;whether&lt;/span&gt; to the king, as the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;supreme&lt;/span&gt; authority, or to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;governors&lt;/span&gt;, who are sent by him to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;punish&lt;/span&gt; those who do wrong and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;commend&lt;/span&gt; those who do right.  For it is God's will that by doing good you should&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; silence&lt;/span&gt; the ignorant &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;talk&lt;/span&gt; of&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; foolish&lt;/span&gt; men.   Live as free men, but do not use your freedom as a&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; cover-up&lt;/span&gt; for evil; live as servants of God.  Show &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;proper&lt;/span&gt; respect to everyone: love the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;brotherhood&lt;/span&gt; of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;believers&lt;/span&gt;, fear God, honor the king. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                Slaves, submit yourselves to your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;masters&lt;/span&gt; with all respect, not only to those who are good and considerate, but also to those who are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;harsh&lt;/span&gt;.   For it is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;commendable &lt;/span&gt;if a man &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;bears &lt;/span&gt;up under the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;pain &lt;/span&gt;of unjust suffering because he is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;conscious&lt;/span&gt; of God.  But how is it to your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;credit&lt;/span&gt; is you receive a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;beating&lt;/span&gt; for doing wrong and endure it?  But if you suffer for doing good and you endure it, this is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;commendable&lt;/span&gt; before God.  To this you were called, because Christ suffered for you, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;leaving&lt;/span&gt; you an example, that you should follow in his &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;steps&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"he committed no sin,&lt;br /&gt;and no deceit was found in his mouth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;   When they &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;hurled&lt;/span&gt; their &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;insults&lt;/span&gt; at him, he did not &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;retaliate&lt;/span&gt;; when he suffered, he made no &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;threats&lt;/span&gt;.  Instead, he entrusted himself to him who judges &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;justly&lt;/span&gt;.   he himself bore our sins in his body on the&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; tree&lt;/span&gt;, so that we might die to sins and live for righteousness; by his &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;wounds&lt;/span&gt; you have been healed.  for you were like sheep going astray, but but now you have &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;returned&lt;/span&gt; to the shepherd and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Overseer&lt;/span&gt; of your souls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618972800175076281-3716211782187976569?l=ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/feeds/3716211782187976569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2011/09/1st-peter-chapter-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/3716211782187976569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/3716211782187976569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2011/09/1st-peter-chapter-2.html' title='1st Peter Chapter 2'/><author><name>Ainsley Daumler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09666175499479394346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1CMzeUGRfc/TXKB8pVKGzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ynz-d7zDmO4/s220/Aisnley%2B%252Cphotoshoot%2Bw%2BRobin%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618972800175076281.post-5543584731481988047</id><published>2011-09-15T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T10:05:34.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Promise</title><content type='html'>As I stare down the woman, I notice her flawless skin, perfect hair, and thin body type.  Her abs in her bikini ripple in strength, Her never fading smile shines like a bright star, and I look in the mirror and say "Who do you think you are?" &lt;br /&gt;I think about the food last eaten and the workouts not done, the restrictions put on by none else but myself, failing them all.  I wonder about why I even try sometimes.  But as soon as I say so, I begin to feel something near to me, something called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;It comes in a still small voice, calm and soothing, it weeps for me and my thoughts about myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tear drips from my right eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The voice brings up a feeling of worth and comfort, yet i push it away, not wanting comfort from the comforter.  Rather, wanting comfort in myself, in my own skin.  I'd never thought about how much these thoughts could destroy a person, nor how much it could terrorize or even threaten, I thought this was normal.   Everyone doesn't want their body, everyone thinks they aren't beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I had more to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The voice goes deeper and deeper into me and begins it's work.  And I allow it, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It Hurts.&lt;br /&gt;It pains.&lt;br /&gt;It's honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a promise, that it doesn't matter what it looks like on the outside, but that on the inside, if it's truly seeking after the voice, will heal.  And once it begins the healing process it makes the outside shine brighter than the sun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 31:30 " Charm is deceptive and Beauty is fleeting.  But a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ainsley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618972800175076281-5543584731481988047?l=ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/feeds/5543584731481988047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2011/09/oreos-and-chocolate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/5543584731481988047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/5543584731481988047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2011/09/oreos-and-chocolate.html' title='The Promise'/><author><name>Ainsley Daumler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09666175499479394346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1CMzeUGRfc/TXKB8pVKGzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ynz-d7zDmO4/s220/Aisnley%2B%252Cphotoshoot%2Bw%2BRobin%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618972800175076281.post-1796462992770266356</id><published>2011-08-02T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T12:22:59.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's the line?</title><content type='html'>http://jwwartick.com/2011/07/19/hp-dh-2/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  This article about a Christians thoughts on the final &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/span&gt; movie is very interesting, it links Christianity to the theme of the movie.  To some extent I can see it (though I haven't watched any of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;harry potter&lt;/span&gt; movies) from what I hear it could very well be a form of Christ's story.  But I also beg to ask whether the overwhelming witchery, spell casting, and wizardry is a good way to present Jesus.  Why present all the evil in the world as good in a fictional novel or movie?  Even if it is to present the gospel in a new way. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;     In the same way, I was thinking about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Book Of Eli&lt;/span&gt;, this violent, cussing, incredible movie is very fond of Christianity, presenting it as truth.  Is it right to present Christian Themes dipped in evil, or flavored with violence?  What will the audiance take back from watching/reading/listening to this type of entertainment?  How does Jesus fit into the entertainment industry? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Me personally wanting to become an actress in pop culture this question has begged to be answered and I have come to the conclusion that you can glorify God through the arts, even in a non-Christian setting.   God gave us talents so we can use them to glorify Him, I believe we can glorify Him even in the secular industry by being a light in our area of talent.  As a simple example take &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe&lt;/span&gt;.  I've seen the movie, read the book, and seen the play.  Presenting Christ in such a powerful setting is a great experience, and portraying such characters as Aslan, Lucy, and others is a great chance at portraying the light.  But what about playing evil characters? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The Witch&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wolf&lt;/span&gt;, and many opthers are not what you would call examples of Christ, but they bring the story to a completion, they round it out per say.  Without the evil there would be no good, all would be mediocre, But where is the line drawn?  Does one play any character then so that you may show both the bad and good sides?  I believe you can play a moral Character in a non-moral play and please God, and I believe you can play a non-moral character in a moral-play and still please God, but there is a point where you are no longer using your talents to please Him, you are merely "working", I believe this changes from person to person, but that overall, If you can feel God's pleasure in what you do, you're doing it right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st Corinthians 10:31 "So whether you eat or drink or whatever you do, do it all for the glory of God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ainsley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618972800175076281-1796462992770266356?l=ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/feeds/1796462992770266356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2011/08/wheres-line.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/1796462992770266356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/1796462992770266356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2011/08/wheres-line.html' title='Where&apos;s the line?'/><author><name>Ainsley Daumler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09666175499479394346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1CMzeUGRfc/TXKB8pVKGzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ynz-d7zDmO4/s220/Aisnley%2B%252Cphotoshoot%2Bw%2BRobin%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618972800175076281.post-1185275303669844608</id><published>2011-07-16T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T21:47:51.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EGG</title><content type='html'>"All the world is a stage, and all the men and women are merely players..." I get to memorize this for a skit we are doing here at Acting school, It's very busy but exciting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618972800175076281-1185275303669844608?l=ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/feeds/1185275303669844608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2011/07/egg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/1185275303669844608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/1185275303669844608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2011/07/egg.html' title='EGG'/><author><name>Ainsley Daumler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09666175499479394346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1CMzeUGRfc/TXKB8pVKGzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ynz-d7zDmO4/s220/Aisnley%2B%252Cphotoshoot%2Bw%2BRobin%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618972800175076281.post-2107603029063457394</id><published>2011-07-11T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T18:22:02.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Away From Home</title><content type='html'>Life in the life of Aisnley Daumler has changed recently to that of being a light. The phrase has meant a lot to me before but even more so now, being in a non-Christian enviroment with many negative comments towards Christanity, many swears going around and lots of sexual comments sprinkled on top. I've never before known such a communty in my life. I have seen many tings, but not to this extent. &lt;br /&gt;In the mix of all this though, I find that my Faith is getting stronger, I'm realizing more and more how much God means to me, how I need to stay close to Him and let Him work in me. I'm finding frinds here that I thought would never in a million years wouuld be my type. god is turning my view of life upsidedown! &lt;br /&gt;In the mist of all I have found a very select few that have come to the same conclusions as I about my faith and how it fits with my actions and words. &lt;br /&gt;Other then the spiritual sde life ehre at Summer School is very intresting and I'm learning lots. Being in the Passion Play is awesome. God is working something very special at rehersals, becasue the air is thick with Him. yesterday the moon showed up early in the sky and during the crucifixion scene, if you looked from the right angle it looked like a halo on Jesus' head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is changing, and I believe it's for the good. I can't wait to see what God has for me in the next two weeks here in Drumheller, God is good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Christ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ainsley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618972800175076281-2107603029063457394?l=ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/feeds/2107603029063457394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2011/07/life-away-from-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/2107603029063457394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/2107603029063457394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2011/07/life-away-from-home.html' title='Life Away From Home'/><author><name>Ainsley Daumler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09666175499479394346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1CMzeUGRfc/TXKB8pVKGzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ynz-d7zDmO4/s220/Aisnley%2B%252Cphotoshoot%2Bw%2BRobin%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618972800175076281.post-5797316361368626709</id><published>2011-07-04T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T17:09:55.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Alive!</title><content type='html'>I'm here on day two here in Drumheller, It's been intresting to be here. In a Christian enviorment, but without fellow Christians (or at least those living the Christian life) except for one that I've found. She is an identical twin and is homeschooled, from up north, some small town, She is very nice. Since being here I've been challenged to live like I do at home but with many, many peers. There is a deotion every morning, chapel on Sundays and lots of Acting, singing, and Dancing classes. &lt;br /&gt;This morning I participated in dance and acting, then acting and dance again in the afternoon, it's good hard work and it's just challenging enough yet not too easy. In dance we are beginning to learn our "Gala dance" which we will perform for the entire school in three weeks. In acting, we did some improv and get to know eachother games. we also are beginning to look at shakspearian plots, particularily in his commedies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food is great, and I am learning lots so far. I auditioned for some stuff for the passion play poeple and we go there I think either wednesday or Thursday. I just wanted to make sure all kne what was going on and that I do have access to computers though not too often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year at the summer school the theme for all is kinmanship, (friendship) and I was tthinking about the verse, about how iron sharpns iron, so a man must sharpen another. (or soemthing like that!) Friends that are going to last, must sharpen you and it might hurt, sparks might come, but that is what is going to be the best for the relationship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ainsley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618972800175076281-5797316361368626709?l=ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/feeds/5797316361368626709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2011/07/im-alive.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/5797316361368626709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/5797316361368626709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2011/07/im-alive.html' title='I&apos;m Alive!'/><author><name>Ainsley Daumler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09666175499479394346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1CMzeUGRfc/TXKB8pVKGzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ynz-d7zDmO4/s220/Aisnley%2B%252Cphotoshoot%2Bw%2BRobin%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618972800175076281.post-4224385981223377632</id><published>2011-07-02T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T10:55:37.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My last 24 Hours in Calgary</title><content type='html'>Nearing my trip to Drumheller I feel excited and nervous.  Excited because I get to be away from home, don't get me wrong, I love family and being with them, but sometimes it's nice to get away for a bit and enjoy myself without them, but not for too long! ;) I'm also excited for just being immersed into acting, I love the feeling of performing, it is an explosive and wonderful feeling for me.  I'm nervous because I'm not sure at all what I will be doing nor what to bring.  My knowledge of what exactly I will be doing while there is foggy to say the least.  But I expect it will be a wonderful and learning experience.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is also the first non-Christian summer experience I will be going to, I'm guessing there will be many "Christians" because Rosebud is a Christian performing arts school and the passion play is well, about Jesus!  So I hope to be salt and light where I go, but also to have fun and learn new things about myself and where acting fits into my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I'm sure this will be an experience to never forget!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good July everyone, If I do get to a computer while I'm gone I will attemp to blog but if not, I'll see y'all in August! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ainsley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618972800175076281-4224385981223377632?l=ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/feeds/4224385981223377632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-last-24-hours-in-calgary.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/4224385981223377632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/4224385981223377632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-last-24-hours-in-calgary.html' title='My last 24 Hours in Calgary'/><author><name>Ainsley Daumler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09666175499479394346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1CMzeUGRfc/TXKB8pVKGzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ynz-d7zDmO4/s220/Aisnley%2B%252Cphotoshoot%2Bw%2BRobin%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618972800175076281.post-6719396928533378847</id><published>2011-06-29T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T18:47:18.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prone to Wander</title><content type='html'>As God teaches me the wonder and amazement of Himself I am in awe of His amazing works.  This year I have learn't so much regarding God's timing, His plans, His Will and what it means to follow it.   But I am still struck by the swiftness that I turn away from all this and attempt to follow my own ways.   My sinful, imperfect and disatruas ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Or when I forget God.  It seems like something that wouldn't happen, I mean I'm always talking to people about how God is doing this ans that and I'm consistently reading my Bible and thinking about God things, how could I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;forget&lt;/span&gt; God? I  believe our sinful nature makes to that God can easily be in the back of our minds, even the most respected and prominent theologians have lost sight of God one time or another.   But I also believe that when we do forget and realize that we have forgotten we have to then take action and remember.  God is constantly speaking to His people in the Bible, telling them to remember, we are such a forgetful and wretched people.&lt;br /&gt;In saying take action, I do mean that we must then, when we forget, turn back to Him and ask for forgiveness.  Satan uses one trick that is quite popular in which he tells us that God isn't interested in someone who forgets. "if you haven't prayed in a week, why pray now?" he might say.   But I urge you, don't listen to that voice!  Listen to God's loving receiving voice of remembrance.  He is so joyful when people come back to Him.  When I was little my mom used to tell us that every time we ask God to forgive us, he has a part up in heaven for us, along with those who have just asked Jesus to be their Lord and Savior.   God celebrates it when we come to Him!  So let's remember Him today and celebrate with Him.  and When we do forget (because we will)  turn away from our rebellion and return to His open Loving arms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ainsley&lt;br /&gt;P.S This song is so good, I sing it often when I am doing devotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come thou fount of every blessing&lt;br /&gt;Tune my heart to sing thy grace&lt;br /&gt;Streams of mercy never ceasing&lt;br /&gt;Call for songs of loudest praise&lt;br /&gt;Teach me some melodious sonnet&lt;br /&gt;Sung by flaming tongues above&lt;br /&gt;I'll praise the mount I'm fixed upon it&lt;br /&gt;Mount of thy redeeming love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I raise my Ebenezer&lt;br /&gt;Hither by thy help I come&lt;br /&gt;And I hope by thy good pleasure&lt;br /&gt;Safely to arrive at home&lt;br /&gt;Jesus sought me when a stranger&lt;br /&gt;Wondering from the fold of God&lt;br /&gt;He, to rescue me from danger&lt;br /&gt;Interposed His precious blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O to grace how great a debtor daily I'm constrained to be!&lt;br /&gt;Let thy goodness like a fetter, bind my wandering heart to thee&lt;br /&gt;Prone to wander Lord I feel it, prone to leave the God I love&lt;br /&gt;Here's my heart, O take and seal it, seal it for thy courts above&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618972800175076281-6719396928533378847?l=ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/feeds/6719396928533378847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2011/06/prone-to-wander.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/6719396928533378847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/6719396928533378847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2011/06/prone-to-wander.html' title='Prone to Wander'/><author><name>Ainsley Daumler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09666175499479394346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1CMzeUGRfc/TXKB8pVKGzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ynz-d7zDmO4/s220/Aisnley%2B%252Cphotoshoot%2Bw%2BRobin%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618972800175076281.post-2066795297020098752</id><published>2011-06-28T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T09:30:39.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer seems to have begun</title><content type='html'>In five days I leave for Drumheller.  I'm going to the Canadian Badlands Performing Arts Summer School...for 3 weeks!  I will be able to participate in the Canadian Badlands Passion Play and go to some Rosebud Plays.  I'm really excited about this and I can't wait!  Trying to get together  with friends before I leave is proving more difficult then I thought,  with only four days to work with it gets complicated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   After I come back from Acting school I might be leaving for Manitoba to stay with family for a week, without my immediate family!  It would be so sweet to be able to do that, it's still tentative but I know it would be just fantastic!  After all that Traveling I'm going to be volunteering at my church's day camps and then I'll have two weeks of relaxing, I'm looking forward to it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Throughout this time I will also be starting to study for next year's Quizzing materiel.  Hebrews and 1st and 2nd Peter.  I'm beginning on August 1st!  I plan to turn off my Facebook account starting September 1st during the week but resuming Facebook during the weekends since most people use Facebook as a means of communicating with me.  I find facebook one of the biggest distractions in my academic and studying life, so I'm going to minimalize it as much as possible. &lt;br /&gt; That's the plan, I hope I can stick to it, but it's summer, I'm going to have fun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ainsley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618972800175076281-2066795297020098752?l=ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/feeds/2066795297020098752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2011/06/summer-seems-to-have-begun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/2066795297020098752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/2066795297020098752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2011/06/summer-seems-to-have-begun.html' title='Summer seems to have begun'/><author><name>Ainsley Daumler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09666175499479394346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1CMzeUGRfc/TXKB8pVKGzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ynz-d7zDmO4/s220/Aisnley%2B%252Cphotoshoot%2Bw%2BRobin%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618972800175076281.post-2902522440827941523</id><published>2011-06-26T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T17:20:10.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Skimpy</title><content type='html'>Looking through peoples photo albums on Facebook this afternoon because I was bored, I noticed that so many of the photos  are of my friends, dressed with low cut shirts, short shorts (and I mean short!) and their make-up done perfectly, usually in the position of leaning down, smiling, and looking in the mirror in their bathroom.  "Seriously?" I ask myself.  What do you think people are going to say, think and ask after you post these on Facebook? &lt;br /&gt;I read comments like "Sexxyy &amp;lt;3"  "Wowza" "smokin hot babe!" With boys thinking about sex about every 14 seconds (ages 14-25)  what kind of thoughts do you think are rushing through their heads at that moment? &lt;br /&gt;I even remember seeing a picture of a girl wearing a presentable shirt but her comment underneath was " thought I'd put away my boobies this time!"  Now guys posted things like "awe, I miss your boobies!" &lt;br /&gt;What kind of people are these anyway? These are guys who go to my youth group, who come to church, who serve with our Children's ministry!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our battle for sexual purity does not rest in technical purity.  No, We must guard ourselves from all impurity.   Girls who dress like they are whores are going to be treated as such.  And if your thinking is of the  "Even if I'm on a diet it doesn't mean I can't look at the food" type, then wake up!  How hard is it to just look at the food and not indulge or even imagine yourself indulging.  As girls we should be Encouraging our brothers to stay pure in thought, and for you guys, learn to bounce your eyes.  don't let them rest on a tempting object. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this can be hard, I still have many, many struggles.  But remember that we are not alone in this battle, we have help!  God is with us in every situation, including this one! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No temptation has seized you beyond what you is common to man.  And God is fathful;  He will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear.  But when you are tempted He will also provide a way out so that you can stand up under it."&lt;br /&gt;1st Corinthians 10:13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ains&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618972800175076281-2902522440827941523?l=ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/feeds/2902522440827941523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2011/06/skimpy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/2902522440827941523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/2902522440827941523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2011/06/skimpy.html' title='Skimpy'/><author><name>Ainsley Daumler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09666175499479394346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1CMzeUGRfc/TXKB8pVKGzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ynz-d7zDmO4/s220/Aisnley%2B%252Cphotoshoot%2Bw%2BRobin%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618972800175076281.post-8758436556797968534</id><published>2011-06-24T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T11:44:10.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Jets are back!</title><content type='html'>I'm excited for tonight's announcement about the name for the Winnipeg NHL team.  In a few hours it will be announce and hopefully the "Jets" will be better then ever this year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618972800175076281-8758436556797968534?l=ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/feeds/8758436556797968534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2011/06/jets-are-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/8758436556797968534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/8758436556797968534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2011/06/jets-are-back.html' title='The Jets are back!'/><author><name>Ainsley Daumler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09666175499479394346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1CMzeUGRfc/TXKB8pVKGzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ynz-d7zDmO4/s220/Aisnley%2B%252Cphotoshoot%2Bw%2BRobin%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618972800175076281.post-4536952336413274993</id><published>2011-06-22T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T10:33:38.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change is good</title><content type='html'>I redid my blog today.  I believe change is good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I looked up acting schools this morning, Vancouver is the likely target at this point, no visas needed, has great schools, and it's said that Vancouver will be the new Hollywood. &lt;br /&gt;  But why do I bother?  Really, when I graduate, in three years (That's a long time, or at least that's what I keep telling myself) will I even still want to act as a career?  really speculating, I beleive I will still enjoy acting, weather it's just as a hobby or as a career I'm not sure, God knows, He always does.  He'll keep me posted. &lt;br /&gt;-Ainsley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618972800175076281-4536952336413274993?l=ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/feeds/4536952336413274993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2011/06/change-is-good.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/4536952336413274993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/4536952336413274993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2011/06/change-is-good.html' title='Change is good'/><author><name>Ainsley Daumler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09666175499479394346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1CMzeUGRfc/TXKB8pVKGzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ynz-d7zDmO4/s220/Aisnley%2B%252Cphotoshoot%2Bw%2BRobin%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618972800175076281.post-1572469094854090316</id><published>2011-06-21T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T20:19:59.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good to hear your voice</title><content type='html'>This evening I got to talk to my aunt in St. Agathe in Manitoba for an hour.  It was so nice to be able to listen to what is going on in her life lately and let her know what is going on in mine.  It's such a great thing, some ones voice I mean.  Letters, messages, emails, they're all good, but to hear some ones voice or see their face is something special!  It's a buzz feeling, it's like, well, it's hard to explain but I get a tingle in my spine on the back of my neck when I hear the voice of one that I care for.  Writing, typing, or even texting is nothing in comparison. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   But even more so, is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; Voice.  Hearing God's promptings must be the most amazing feeling on the earth!  I've never actually heard God's voice in a physical form, but I sure as Heaven have heard god speaking into my life, guiding comforting, and leading me.  It's mystical, enchanting, and somewhat humbling to know that the God of the universe wants to get to know me, wants the best for me, and knows what I want when not even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; know what I want!    There's nothing like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ainsley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618972800175076281-1572469094854090316?l=ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/feeds/1572469094854090316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2011/06/good-to-hear-your-voice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/1572469094854090316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/1572469094854090316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2011/06/good-to-hear-your-voice.html' title='Good to hear your voice'/><author><name>Ainsley Daumler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09666175499479394346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1CMzeUGRfc/TXKB8pVKGzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ynz-d7zDmO4/s220/Aisnley%2B%252Cphotoshoot%2Bw%2BRobin%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618972800175076281.post-9098831191347152877</id><published>2011-06-19T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T09:24:39.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not This Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;casting decisions were made this weekend for the musical "Anne of  Green Gables"  I had auditioned but I didn't get a part, but you know  what? I loved the experience!  Never had I ever auditioned for anything  in my life, I was so happy that I was able to participate in the form of  auditioning.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  Most of all though, I'm happy that  because I don't have a part, I can do quizzing next year!  It was going  to be a though year if I were to give up quizzing even if it would have  been only for the first half.  It would have damaged my chances at Great  west and also my chances of really digging into Scripture I think I  would be more concentrated in the script.  But there are more auditions  coming.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe" in September,  and "Little Women" Near Christmas time.  I'll book for those and hope,  once again, to win a part!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  Also, I went to a home school grad for Caleb Senneker, a friend of a long time.  It was so nice! I had no idea what to expect, but it was so well done and executed wonderfully!   I was able to catch up with friends from multiple social groups during the fellowship time, which was great!  I'm looking forward to seeing what God has in store for Caleb.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lastly, I wanted to share a verse that has been on my mind for the longest time.  it's Jeremiah 29:11 &lt;/p&gt;For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to  prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;-Ainsley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618972800175076281-9098831191347152877?l=ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/feeds/9098831191347152877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2011/06/not-this-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/9098831191347152877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/9098831191347152877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2011/06/not-this-time.html' title='Not This Time'/><author><name>Ainsley Daumler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09666175499479394346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1CMzeUGRfc/TXKB8pVKGzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ynz-d7zDmO4/s220/Aisnley%2B%252Cphotoshoot%2Bw%2BRobin%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618972800175076281.post-9008235302749208901</id><published>2011-06-17T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T10:06:41.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Done!</title><content type='html'>Grade nine is over today.  Really, I don't feel like this year was beneficial in my academic life as much as it was beneficial in my spiritual life.  I learned tons about God and how much He loves me, cares for me.  I learned about God's timing, He has plans for my life and His will is always best.  My wants and needs (or rather what I think I need)  are so unimportant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I did learn in school though, I learned that if this was Junior high...I'm not looking forward to highschool!  I don't mind writing papers, essays, reading,.  But science and math is of no use (again, my "needs" I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; I don't need science and math) to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   It will have to get done though.  And the way I see it, In the picture of life, three years of highschool don't take long at all compared to the rest of life, so let's get the most out of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ainsley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618972800175076281-9008235302749208901?l=ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/feeds/9008235302749208901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2011/06/done.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/9008235302749208901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/9008235302749208901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2011/06/done.html' title='Done!'/><author><name>Ainsley Daumler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09666175499479394346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1CMzeUGRfc/TXKB8pVKGzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ynz-d7zDmO4/s220/Aisnley%2B%252Cphotoshoot%2Bw%2BRobin%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618972800175076281.post-2355714961986298429</id><published>2011-06-15T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T14:16:23.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh where has my bonnie gone?</title><content type='html'>Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   How could something so complicated be so simple?  I am pondering this and I felt like blogging about my experience with life.&lt;br /&gt;     When I was young  learned that life was precious.  My grandma dying created this picture in my mind that when people get old they die, it's sad, but everyone goes to heaven so it's ok.   I mean, that's what everyone said at the funeral.  "mémère is an angel now, looking down on you and watching you." they would say.  When we arrived home from the funeral my sisters and I received a long talk about where people really go.  how there are only two options.  Either they know and love Jesus and go to Heaven or they don't know him and they go to Hell. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;       From that point on I wanted everyone to know Jesus, I still do, but my motives are different then before.  Then I would ask my uncle in front of everyone if he knew Jesus, everyone would laugh and I would be left asking myself why.  I would tell them that he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;needs&lt;/span&gt; to know Jesus, or he will go to hell, they laughed more.  As one of my "evangelistic approaches" I would ask to pray for the meal at grandmas house and pray for everyone by name who wasn't Christian and ask that they would try to know Jesus soon, my parents gave me another talk about not praying like that after we got home. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;    Life was a big thing for me, I wanted to enjoy it, sometimes I would sit in the grass in a field during a picnic and stare at the clouds and grass, the mountains and birds, the wind and trees and I would take mental pictures in my mind so that I would be able to appreciate life and it's beauty. &lt;br /&gt;As previously told at this point I still believed that people died when they grew old.  But when my family and I ran an orphanage in Africa for seven months that changed my view of this, sometimes overnight we would go from thirty babies under two years old to under twenty babies.  While there I had my favorite baby, Madeliene, I was teaching her to talk and walk when, while we were in the capital, she just stopped breathing, I couldn't imagine how such a short life could just die like that.  Life doesn't last till all are old.  I could go on and on about young poeple who in an instant are cut short of life.  But I know and trust that God had a plan for each of them, His plan is not always ours.  It's a hard lesson but it's the truth. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;    Some people do grow old though, I visit senior homes on a monthly basis now, but used to go every week, (thanks high school)  I met a woman who was quite "with it" compared to the rest whose name was Patricia.  We talked long about many things from her life to mine, from music to school.  I always felt like bringing up faith in the conversations but never ended up doing it.   One morning I was reading the newspaper and happened to look in the habituaries, Patricia had died.  The paragraph talked about her vibrant love foe her Lord however, and I knew that God had her in His arms at that moment.  Life goes and comes.  God cares for each and every life.  he wants all to know His son Jesus Christ, but some don't make it to his arms.  I know many who have taken that path also.  There are many not so pleasant stories I could tell. &lt;br /&gt;Life goes by fast.  You never know when it will end, you could only have a minute left to live or maybe many years, maybe a decade, maybe only a week.  Let's live then!  Carpe Diem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ainsley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618972800175076281-2355714961986298429?l=ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/feeds/2355714961986298429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2011/06/oh-where-has-my-bonnie-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/2355714961986298429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/2355714961986298429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2011/06/oh-where-has-my-bonnie-gone.html' title='Oh where has my bonnie gone?'/><author><name>Ainsley Daumler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09666175499479394346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1CMzeUGRfc/TXKB8pVKGzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ynz-d7zDmO4/s220/Aisnley%2B%252Cphotoshoot%2Bw%2BRobin%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618972800175076281.post-6608324653284614701</id><published>2011-06-14T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T19:33:38.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9wjzyycHilY/TfgZ_HeDQNI/AAAAAAAAAFk/NUCvXmzqJb0/s1600/Don-t-Wake-Sleeping-Beauty-true-love-waits-2610093-1021-999.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 313px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9wjzyycHilY/TfgZ_HeDQNI/AAAAAAAAAFk/NUCvXmzqJb0/s320/Don-t-Wake-Sleeping-Beauty-true-love-waits-2610093-1021-999.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618269107272237266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I have received my email confirming my admission to the Canadian badlands Performing Arts Summer School I haven't yet received my promised "Package".  I am quite annoyed at this.  But at the same time I am willing to wait.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting seems to be a huge part of life recently for me.  I am waiting to hear more about the casting for "Anne of Green Gables" and I am learning more and more about waiting for true love in life, Waiting is vital I believe though.  In many ways God teaches us through patience, humbling us to receive His will.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting on Him,&lt;br /&gt;-Ainsley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618972800175076281-6608324653284614701?l=ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/feeds/6608324653284614701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2011/06/waiting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/6608324653284614701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/6608324653284614701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2011/06/waiting.html' title='Waiting...'/><author><name>Ainsley Daumler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09666175499479394346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1CMzeUGRfc/TXKB8pVKGzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ynz-d7zDmO4/s220/Aisnley%2B%252Cphotoshoot%2Bw%2BRobin%2B013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9wjzyycHilY/TfgZ_HeDQNI/AAAAAAAAAFk/NUCvXmzqJb0/s72-c/Don-t-Wake-Sleeping-Beauty-true-love-waits-2610093-1021-999.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618972800175076281.post-8280632507655116182</id><published>2011-06-11T15:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T15:40:48.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pass The Salt Please</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="region-inner header-inner"&gt; &lt;div class="header section" id="header"&gt;&lt;div class="widget Header" id="Header1"&gt; &lt;div id="header-inner"&gt; &lt;div class="titlewrapper"&gt; &lt;h1 class="title"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/h1&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="descriptionwrapper"&gt; &lt;p class="description"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Matthew 5:13 Let me tell you why you are here. You are to be salt-seasoning that  brings out the God-flavors of this earth.  If you lose your saltiness,   how will people taste godliness?  You've lost your usefulness and will  end up in the garbage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618972800175076281-8280632507655116182?l=ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/feeds/8280632507655116182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2011/06/pass-salt-please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/8280632507655116182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/8280632507655116182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2011/06/pass-salt-please.html' title='Pass The Salt Please'/><author><name>Ainsley Daumler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09666175499479394346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1CMzeUGRfc/TXKB8pVKGzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ynz-d7zDmO4/s220/Aisnley%2B%252Cphotoshoot%2Bw%2BRobin%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618972800175076281.post-1096832608235450104</id><published>2011-06-09T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T11:58:34.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The If Only Game</title><content type='html'>If only... I've been starting a lot of my sentences and thoughts with these words lately.  It's not a good show at all.  We shouldn't be living for if only s.  We should be living with what God has given us, weather good or not good (in our own opinions).  My if onlys are right now mostly about Math...the most horrid part of my year thus far.  little work during the beginning and middle of the year means work &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OVERLOAD&lt;/span&gt; these last few weeks.  In nature I am a lazy procrastinator, If I don't feel like doing something It takes a lot of work to get me to do it.  And I have to pay for it in the end. &lt;br /&gt;  Tonight I audition for "Anne of Green Gables-The Musical".  I'm a little nervous, but I hope to just have fun, get experience and if, by some stroke of luck I get a part that would be out of my mind!  If I do get a part though, I would have to work so hard next year, with my first year of high school (including Latin, Logic, Chem, and a whole spanking new math curriculum, this is only the new stuff on top of what I'm already doing this year!) Quizzing (If I want to make it to great west I'm going to have to do text and study consistently and hard.) and Violin (i"m not a beginner anymore says my teacher no more half hour practices)  Sometimes I hope I don't get a part for the sole reason being that I don't want to work &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; hard! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       But one condolence is that I have been accepted to an acting school this summer.  Three weeks of pure intense acting!  Maybe not for you but this is bliss to me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     In theological matters, I have been pondering and researching on the role of woman in God's kingdom.  Should females be pastors? Teachers in the church?  If any of you have thoughts on this please comment!  Next week I am talking about this subject with a friend of mine who&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; is&lt;/span&gt; a female pastor, to see what her take on this is.  So far I am assuming that a woman in a lead position in a church isn't quite biblical, I mean how can a woman if, say she is married be her husbands humble servant at home, but in church be his superior?   Anyhow.  I don't have much time to go into a lot of depth at the moment, but you all know how much I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; talking about subjects such as this.  So Phone, message, email me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ainsley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618972800175076281-1096832608235450104?l=ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/feeds/1096832608235450104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2011/06/if-only-game.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/1096832608235450104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/1096832608235450104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2011/06/if-only-game.html' title='The If Only Game'/><author><name>Ainsley Daumler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09666175499479394346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1CMzeUGRfc/TXKB8pVKGzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ynz-d7zDmO4/s220/Aisnley%2B%252Cphotoshoot%2Bw%2BRobin%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618972800175076281.post-6035207051785437575</id><published>2011-03-09T15:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T15:29:16.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quizzing</title><content type='html'>Quizzing has been a blessing in my life for four years now.  I am always so happy to go to practices and tournaments.  God has used quizzing to lead me closer to him though the people I meet at quizzing, and also through the competition itself.  and yet every year, I get dissapointed at the end of a certain tournament.  every year I mess up my game somewhere.  Great west.  It's been my quizzing goal for a few years now and I have never reached it.  this weekend could change that, or it could make the situation worse.  I REALLY hope that I quiz well this weekend and that I make it, It would be amazing, and I would love every second of it.  prayerfully and hopefully I prepare fr this tournament like never before.  studying like a maniac and practicing seriously.  My team is solid, and I hope to quiz out once and get about 1-2 questions a quiz.  My goals, provided every one else is quizzing at the same rate they have been all year, will get me into a good spot for Great west.  Prayer is appreciated.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ainsley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618972800175076281-6035207051785437575?l=ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/feeds/6035207051785437575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2011/03/quizzing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/6035207051785437575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/6035207051785437575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2011/03/quizzing.html' title='Quizzing'/><author><name>Ainsley Daumler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09666175499479394346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1CMzeUGRfc/TXKB8pVKGzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ynz-d7zDmO4/s220/Aisnley%2B%252Cphotoshoot%2Bw%2BRobin%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618972800175076281.post-2564242706854688781</id><published>2011-01-18T15:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T15:40:29.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'>perfection, Perfection</title><content type='html'>Why are some people blessed with it and others aren't? why are some blessed by it and yet don't realize it? and the ones who aren't blessed by it realize it more then ever.  I guess there has to be uniqueness in the world, and if there weren't any ugly ( do I dare say it?) people then we wouldn't realize how pretty people really are, and yet there is the onside of people I bet some people who look perfect on the outside look terrible on the inside, maybe even ugly.  not saying we should be judging people, but what if there was someone as pretty on the outside as on the inside? or would they be to proud? maybe it's better they don't realize how pretty they are.  or at least acknowledge it and act like they aren't hearing that they are beautiful for the first time ever.  anyways those are my thoughts at the moment, if you bothered reading this please comment this thought is still being processed as you read this, unless this is like 2020 or something.  anyhow, It's an odd thing to think about at a  moment like this but if I were one of those skinny, fair skinned, people, would I change in my attitude? even going further, if I were a wealthy, or influential, or popular person, would i change?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618972800175076281-2564242706854688781?l=ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/feeds/2564242706854688781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2011/01/perfection-perfection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/2564242706854688781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/2564242706854688781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2011/01/perfection-perfection.html' title='perfection, Perfection'/><author><name>Ainsley Daumler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09666175499479394346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1CMzeUGRfc/TXKB8pVKGzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ynz-d7zDmO4/s220/Aisnley%2B%252Cphotoshoot%2Bw%2BRobin%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618972800175076281.post-2486724040584740199</id><published>2010-04-18T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T16:40:55.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>been thinking...</title><content type='html'>lately I've been learning how impossible the Christian life is to live.  Trying to keep a Godly balence in virtually every area of my life will never be possible...unless I rely on the Holy Spirit to help me live a successful life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618972800175076281-2486724040584740199?l=ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/feeds/2486724040584740199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2010/04/been-thinking.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/2486724040584740199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/2486724040584740199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2010/04/been-thinking.html' title='been thinking...'/><author><name>Ainsley Daumler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09666175499479394346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1CMzeUGRfc/TXKB8pVKGzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ynz-d7zDmO4/s220/Aisnley%2B%252Cphotoshoot%2Bw%2BRobin%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618972800175076281.post-4010539617700545460</id><published>2010-04-05T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T08:51:47.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith, Hope and , Love</title><content type='html'>1st Corinthians 13:13 "Now these three remain: Faith, Hope and Love but the greatest of these is Love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is Love the greatest?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618972800175076281-4010539617700545460?l=ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/feeds/4010539617700545460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2010/04/faith-hope-and-love.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/4010539617700545460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/4010539617700545460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2010/04/faith-hope-and-love.html' title='Faith, Hope and , Love'/><author><name>Ainsley Daumler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09666175499479394346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1CMzeUGRfc/TXKB8pVKGzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ynz-d7zDmO4/s220/Aisnley%2B%252Cphotoshoot%2Bw%2BRobin%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618972800175076281.post-8892692672656427261</id><published>2010-03-25T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T14:35:15.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Thoughts</title><content type='html'>As I think about easter this year I think many things its sad that when I hear the word "Easter" the first thing that comes to mind is choclate, colored eggs, easter bunny's ect.  My second thoughts are about Jesus and the ressurrection. As I pondered this I started thinking about how it got to this point, First easter is a sybol of jesus comming alive again and defeating death! then The world turns it into The easter bunny, choclate and eggs, and who doesn't like choclate? its a nice thought i guess. But what about Jesus? didn't he give us the best thing to think about at easter? LIFE! because He died we have eternal life! mark 16:11: "When they heard that Jesus was alive and that she had seen him, they did not believe it." maybe thats why most of us don't think of Jesus first. i know that some in corinth thought so, 1st corinthians 15:12-32 Paul explains why there is the ressurrection of the dead, "our preaching is usless and so is your faith if there is no resurrection of the dead" I don't know random thoughts I guess from Ainsley. anyways that was my bible reading of the day and it got me thinking, so there was my thinking, Have a good one and remember that with God in your life every day is an adventure!&lt;br /&gt;Ainsley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618972800175076281-8892692672656427261?l=ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/feeds/8892692672656427261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2010/03/easter-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/8892692672656427261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/8892692672656427261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2010/03/easter-thoughts.html' title='Easter Thoughts'/><author><name>Ainsley Daumler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09666175499479394346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1CMzeUGRfc/TXKB8pVKGzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ynz-d7zDmO4/s220/Aisnley%2B%252Cphotoshoot%2Bw%2BRobin%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618972800175076281.post-2959194379335754950</id><published>2010-03-21T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T19:43:57.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quizzing, Justin, Busy, Oh boy!</title><content type='html'>dear oh dear! been awhile, but I should probably let people know whats goin on in my life, if anybody even wants to hear about my life, but whatever! I got home today fromWinnipeg, My cousin Justin is in a stage called Aproching end of life. its very hard to handle for me,  he is very weak and can't stand or walk he sleeps alot and is very skinny, I cry almost everytime I see him, A few weeks ago he got a call from Mr. Garth Brooks! His favourite Singer, they talked for about 45-50 minutes Garth also talked with Jus's mom and little brother.  At the quizzing tournament marcg 12-13 I did splendid and I am very proud of myself but because of Jus and other things I was quite distracted and Didn't do as well as I had hoped, I did not make it to great west.  But I have told myself that next year I will study study study! My life will be quizzing and school, I will be the top quizzer (or at least top 5) at every tournament, I will go to great west and do amazing! But this year I have other things then quizzing like Justin which require my attention also.  Please keep Justin in your prayers and pray for his family too, as they are having to go through al this with him. well, my life right at this moment is a bit sad, a bit dissapointing, But No one can ever make me feel unloved! i have laid my burdens at the Cross and I can live because He died and that makes me want to rejoice always no matter the circumstance, I hope throughout this week I have shone my light in a way that is pleasing to Him, Anyways that was me today, kinda what I do on this blog blog out whatever I need to let out, I don't like to hold things inside. so yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618972800175076281-2959194379335754950?l=ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/feeds/2959194379335754950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2010/03/quizzing-justin-busy-oh-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/2959194379335754950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/2959194379335754950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2010/03/quizzing-justin-busy-oh-boy.html' title='Quizzing, Justin, Busy, Oh boy!'/><author><name>Ainsley Daumler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09666175499479394346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1CMzeUGRfc/TXKB8pVKGzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ynz-d7zDmO4/s220/Aisnley%2B%252Cphotoshoot%2Bw%2BRobin%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618972800175076281.post-4520350693170649560</id><published>2010-02-25T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T18:47:27.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>versions of good  and bad</title><content type='html'>is face book bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got facebook! and I am really exited but I find that I a, addicted so fast! anyways i don;t know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618972800175076281-4520350693170649560?l=ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/feeds/4520350693170649560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2010/02/versions-of-good-and-bad.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/4520350693170649560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/4520350693170649560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2010/02/versions-of-good-and-bad.html' title='versions of good  and bad'/><author><name>Ainsley Daumler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09666175499479394346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1CMzeUGRfc/TXKB8pVKGzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ynz-d7zDmO4/s220/Aisnley%2B%252Cphotoshoot%2Bw%2BRobin%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618972800175076281.post-564871549256322974</id><published>2010-02-04T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T08:52:50.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faithful</title><content type='html'>don't you worry I have been faithful to my promise of reading 12 chapters a day. But I have decided to only write about what I feel I need to write, I think that some thoughts are not to be said to random people who stop by my blog.  lately my reading has been good, I have been really busy though (preparing for the quizzing tournament) so I read really fast, not paying attention as much as I should.  throughout it all though I find that God reveals himself through His wonderful world and through His word. I am apreciating this more the more I read.  last night I sang in front of the youth at my church, it was great! Its the only place I don't feel nerves. I know that the people there are not there to judge me on my talent as a singer.  We are all there to Worship God, praising Him for all He has done.  I hope I an do it more often.  who knows I might have a future. Maybe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618972800175076281-564871549256322974?l=ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/feeds/564871549256322974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2010/02/faithful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/564871549256322974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/564871549256322974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2010/02/faithful.html' title='Faithful'/><author><name>Ainsley Daumler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09666175499479394346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1CMzeUGRfc/TXKB8pVKGzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ynz-d7zDmO4/s220/Aisnley%2B%252Cphotoshoot%2Bw%2BRobin%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618972800175076281.post-3052620254946460975</id><published>2010-01-28T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T16:00:24.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fallen</title><content type='html'>Well, I did it, i read the first twelve chapters of the Bible from the creation of the world to the call of Abram.  I have never realized how long 12 chapters could be, but I did find it very intresting.  they are all stories that we have all heard of as children, creation (Who created the earth? God created the earth!) the fall, cain and abel, the flood, abraham? but did you realize ever how amazing those story's sre really? I think of me being the sunday school teacher for two year old right now, and I teach the story of creation as God created all the animals and all that, but did you ever realize that GOD CREATED ALL THE ANIMALS!!!! who else could think of such a design as a humming bird, girrafe, and US! all the people who have studied the human body, they work for years and years, yet God spoke all that into existance! its amazing!  I pray for those who think we are evolved from premates, where did thinking come from then? which came first? the clotting system or the need for it? how many of us needed to die before we got this evolving thing right? I pray that God may open their eyes that they may see the silliness. well, ive got 99 days left and I have gone for 1 day, remember that with the creator of the universe in your life everyday is an adventure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618972800175076281-3052620254946460975?l=ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/feeds/3052620254946460975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2010/01/fallen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/3052620254946460975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/3052620254946460975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2010/01/fallen.html' title='Fallen'/><author><name>Ainsley Daumler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09666175499479394346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1CMzeUGRfc/TXKB8pVKGzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ynz-d7zDmO4/s220/Aisnley%2B%252Cphotoshoot%2Bw%2BRobin%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618972800175076281.post-1437930424434949831</id><published>2010-01-27T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T16:36:12.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>100 days left!</title><content type='html'>starting tommorow I will begin reading through the entire Bible! 12 chapters a day and one on the last day, (thanks Caleb!) . anyways the teams were announced on tuesday's quizzing! I am on team 1!!!!!! I am teamed up with Doris (amazing!) and Liz (amazing) and me well, aren't I always amazing? jkjk!!! lol. (like me text talk?) Doris is phoning me every day to study for 45 minutes at a time! I am really tired with all going on, I am also entered in a fiddle class which is for level (book) four students and up, I am almost done level (book) 1.  my teacher says I am doing well but to practice hard! I have a kawanis festival and a piano exam to prepare for in piano and, I am training for my futer soccer team. waaayyyy too much for one day!!!! But since I am miss Ainsley Daumler who does hard things I will percevere! yes the truth remains that with God in your life every day is an Adventure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                            Ainsley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618972800175076281-1437930424434949831?l=ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/feeds/1437930424434949831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2010/01/100-days-left.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/1437930424434949831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/1437930424434949831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2010/01/100-days-left.html' title='100 days left!'/><author><name>Ainsley Daumler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09666175499479394346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1CMzeUGRfc/TXKB8pVKGzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ynz-d7zDmO4/s220/Aisnley%2B%252Cphotoshoot%2Bw%2BRobin%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618972800175076281.post-7486366765586011210</id><published>2010-01-25T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T19:13:26.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>100 days?</title><content type='html'>does anypne have a good scehdule for reading through the Bible in 100 days? i can't find any anywhere!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618972800175076281-7486366765586011210?l=ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/feeds/7486366765586011210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2010/01/100-days_25.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/7486366765586011210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/7486366765586011210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2010/01/100-days_25.html' title='100 days?'/><author><name>Ainsley Daumler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09666175499479394346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1CMzeUGRfc/TXKB8pVKGzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ynz-d7zDmO4/s220/Aisnley%2B%252Cphotoshoot%2Bw%2BRobin%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618972800175076281.post-1944934794784198714</id><published>2010-01-18T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T15:52:44.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>100 days of Ainsley's Adventures!</title><content type='html'>starting very soon (as soon as i get a schedule) I am going to read through the entire Biible in 100 days. It will be hard and though I will question whether i can do this or not many times I am going to do it. because I can do Hard things! Thanks Caleb for the idea. I hope you, my readers will see this as exiting not as boring. I will be writing about my thoughts throughout the pasages I am reading, I will write about my life also still. I will post how many days are left and also how many days i have gone. I hope you enjoy this as much as I will enjoy it. thanks! and God bless,&lt;br /&gt;                                                                     Ainsley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618972800175076281-1944934794784198714?l=ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/feeds/1944934794784198714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2010/01/100-days-of-ainsleys-adventures.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/1944934794784198714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/1944934794784198714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2010/01/100-days-of-ainsleys-adventures.html' title='100 days of Ainsley&apos;s Adventures!'/><author><name>Ainsley Daumler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09666175499479394346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1CMzeUGRfc/TXKB8pVKGzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ynz-d7zDmO4/s220/Aisnley%2B%252Cphotoshoot%2Bw%2BRobin%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618972800175076281.post-211788299684459415</id><published>2010-01-13T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T16:45:28.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618972800175076281-211788299684459415?l=ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/feeds/211788299684459415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2010/01/hard-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/211788299684459415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/211788299684459415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2010/01/hard-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Ainsley Daumler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09666175499479394346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1CMzeUGRfc/TXKB8pVKGzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ynz-d7zDmO4/s220/Aisnley%2B%252Cphotoshoot%2Bw%2BRobin%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618972800175076281.post-6735583473041076812</id><published>2010-01-12T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T15:16:59.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>100 days!</title><content type='html'>from today on i will read through the new testament in 100 days. i will blog about it! comment to tell me if you think you would read it. also do you think i should mak a whole new blog or keep this one and blog about this for the next 100 days. anyways thanks for reading this my Faithful readers!&lt;br /&gt;God bless, Ainsley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618972800175076281-6735583473041076812?l=ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/feeds/6735583473041076812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2010/01/100-days.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/6735583473041076812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/6735583473041076812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2010/01/100-days.html' title='100 days!'/><author><name>Ainsley Daumler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09666175499479394346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1CMzeUGRfc/TXKB8pVKGzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ynz-d7zDmO4/s220/Aisnley%2B%252Cphotoshoot%2Bw%2BRobin%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618972800175076281.post-3362917095053971772</id><published>2010-01-07T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T19:57:29.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>today , I woke up and toke a shower and ate breackfast and practiced my violin and piano. I did my chore and did some school. i planned out my month for school. in the afternoon i played cribbage whith Faith, made spicey chicken for supper tonight. in the evening i had a violin lesson Mrs. Hudson gave me a fiddle peice for the teen event on the 30th of Jan. its a really fun one but its going to be a hard one too. (two notes on two strings at a time) overall, it was kinda boring. but, tommarow i start riding and gym again, i also get to go to life group! on wendsday the new youth center popened at our church, its great! it has two wii's and tons of games, chairs and tables, a new gym, our church has tripled in size! its great!. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                               Abernaky! (Ainsley)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s Abernaky is y nickname given to me by a boss at the play. he can't pronounce (or remember) Ainlsey so Abernaky is it. Don't Ask! lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618972800175076281-3362917095053971772?l=ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/feeds/3362917095053971772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2010/01/today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/3362917095053971772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/3362917095053971772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2010/01/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Ainsley Daumler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09666175499479394346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1CMzeUGRfc/TXKB8pVKGzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ynz-d7zDmO4/s220/Aisnley%2B%252Cphotoshoot%2Bw%2BRobin%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618972800175076281.post-5876769036222606382</id><published>2009-12-31T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T09:09:27.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year , New Life!</title><content type='html'>I used to live for the moment, if I saw a waterfall I would close my eyes and imagine myself in a magical paradise, using my imagination I would live for the moment .  I find that  this year, time passes I would be there  I would enjoy it but it passes without anything staying with me. my goal for the new year is that I will live for the moment, live it for God that I may take in what God has placed in front of me.  I  have been trying so hard to &lt;em&gt;get it&lt;/em&gt;. but I didn't realize  that what i had to &lt;em&gt;get&lt;/em&gt; was that God has done this so that I can realize Gods amazing creation. i don't have to use my imagination to make it wonderful. I just need to look! at the little things he does for me everyday, i get to sit when i want to, i get to stand when i want to! and at the big things He has done for me , he has made the mountains, the oceans, the rolling plains. all this so that we might see His glory and sing praises to Him.  Thanks be to God! i think of mary's song in luke ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And mary said:&lt;br /&gt;My soujl glorifies the Lord and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior  for he has been mindful of the the humble state of his servant.  from now on all generations wil call me blessed. for the Mighty one has done great things for me-Holy is his namehis mercy extends to those who fear him from generation to generation. He has performed mighty deeds with his arm, He has scattered those who are proud in thier inmost thoughts. ect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its how i feel at t his moment. my goal is to feel like this everyday for always. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cousin is doing all right. he has lost alot of weight and has only 4 more radiations left. his hair is going away. please keep praying for him . he had an MRI on tuesday night. he likes the staff where he goes. and he loves to talk! cant wait to get back to Calgary, oh yeah! i am in winnipeg! forgot to tell you guys! anyway, happy new year and please comment! tell me your new years resolutions!&lt;br /&gt;                                   joke:   IF WE ALWAYS FAIL OUR NEW YEARS RESOLUTIONS WHY NOT RESOLUTE TO EAT MORE JUNK FOOD AND EXERSISE LESS?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618972800175076281-5876769036222606382?l=ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/feeds/5876769036222606382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-year-new-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/5876769036222606382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/5876769036222606382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-year-new-life.html' title='New Year , New Life!'/><author><name>Ainsley Daumler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09666175499479394346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1CMzeUGRfc/TXKB8pVKGzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ynz-d7zDmO4/s220/Aisnley%2B%252Cphotoshoot%2Bw%2BRobin%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618972800175076281.post-443564110746313420</id><published>2009-12-23T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T13:23:20.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflecting on christmas</title><content type='html'>i got an email a few days ago about how its Jesus birthday we are celabrating and most of us often don't even send an invitation. instead we send invitatuions to random people and people dressed up as someone we call Santa Clause . and all the children run to him and hug him and i realized that jesus is standing in the corner waiting for His hug His arms are stretched out his smile mmore brillient then Santa's. yet all the children passed him whithout giving him a second glance. why has the world traded the truth for so many foolish lies? another reflection is that my pastor was talking about how the Queen , when she does a 12 day exurtion to some random city she brings with her all her maids, nurses, doctors, chefs, probably a few dogs, wardrobes of dresses, pants and shirts. all this costs $20,000,000 then you think of the most royal perso in history, god with us!! Jesus in a stable laying where animals eat. the first visiters of Jesus were lowly shepards, why? maybe to show us that Christ is for all of us. from the lowest of lows to the highest of kings! He doesn't love one more then the other, nor does he pay more attention to one or the other. he loves all of us just as we are. thats what i am basing my christmas on this year that Jesus is the reason for the season and that this is for His glory not mine. Soli Deo Gloria! (to God be the glory alone!) days till christmas: 2&lt;br /&gt;                                                            Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;Ainsley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618972800175076281-443564110746313420?l=ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/feeds/443564110746313420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2009/12/reflecting-on-christmas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/443564110746313420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/443564110746313420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2009/12/reflecting-on-christmas.html' title='Reflecting on christmas'/><author><name>Ainsley Daumler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09666175499479394346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1CMzeUGRfc/TXKB8pVKGzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ynz-d7zDmO4/s220/Aisnley%2B%252Cphotoshoot%2Bw%2BRobin%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618972800175076281.post-5064644262356464066</id><published>2009-12-23T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T13:07:43.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Louis and the good Canter</title><content type='html'>on fridayi rode a horse named louis. he is alot taller then charlie, he is kinda wierd he gets alot of special attention. for instance he pulls back whenever he is tied up so i put him in a special stall which is like he others but i hook a rope behind him so he can't get out instead of tying him up. he walks around in circles at will and puts his head waaayy up when i want to put his bit in. but riding him is a dream! his strides are well balenced and his Canter oh his canter is so dreamy!!! its so light and fluffy! charlie canters like a camel and i have to concentrate on staying on the horse. whith louis though i can concentrate on keeping my heels down and head up hands relaxed...ect. his coloring is really pretty appaloosa! spots all over he has brown and black spots and he is white mixed with a dark brown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618972800175076281-5064644262356464066?l=ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/feeds/5064644262356464066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2009/12/louis-and-good-canter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/5064644262356464066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/5064644262356464066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2009/12/louis-and-good-canter.html' title='Louis and the good Canter'/><author><name>Ainsley Daumler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09666175499479394346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1CMzeUGRfc/TXKB8pVKGzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ynz-d7zDmO4/s220/Aisnley%2B%252Cphotoshoot%2Bw%2BRobin%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618972800175076281.post-4118942786124370115</id><published>2009-12-17T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T13:01:36.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tea with the Queen!</title><content type='html'>i have had many dreams about being famous. but hasn't everyone? all have wanted to be known when you go to a grocery stoe you would get looks and kids running up to get your autogragh. i think it would be nice, but only one in a million get that sort of attention. i am reading a biography on Eric liddel he was given the gift of fame, he used it to show God's love to others he spoke in churches and was known wherever he went. He used it for God. i think thats what i would do but the pressure would be more towards doing what is politicaly correct. i think of the verse "what good is it for a man to gain the whole world yet lose of forfiet his very self?" i mean that if i were to gain all i could in this world and be famous, yet to get there i would be not following God's laws, then why do it? i would much rather be myself, a happy blogger! well those are my thoughts. Days till Chrsitmas:8 : ) tommarow i get to ride a different horse his name is Louis hes a appaloosa. we are going to winnipeg to visit. its really hard for me to be there among such a sad people. i thnk about my cousin now doing radiation and i think aaout all hes going through . please pray for him as he and his entire family celebrate this Christmas toghether.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618972800175076281-4118942786124370115?l=ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/feeds/4118942786124370115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2009/12/tea-with-queen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/4118942786124370115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/4118942786124370115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2009/12/tea-with-queen.html' title='Tea with the Queen!'/><author><name>Ainsley Daumler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09666175499479394346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1CMzeUGRfc/TXKB8pVKGzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ynz-d7zDmO4/s220/Aisnley%2B%252Cphotoshoot%2Bw%2BRobin%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618972800175076281.post-186182296791947910</id><published>2009-12-07T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T15:30:44.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 days!!!</title><content type='html'>the lion the witch and the wardrobe is having its first show on the 10th! I am helping out backstage, and moving sets around when theres a blackout. anyone reading this should see it! go to this website to find out more : &lt;a href="http://www.foothillsalliance.com/"&gt;www.foothillsalliance.com&lt;/a&gt; theres a trailer and info on the times. it will greatly impact people I think. the message is clear! the puppet scenes are a little looney but hey! were amatures! I cant wait to see you there! remember that with God in your life every day is an Adventure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618972800175076281-186182296791947910?l=ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/feeds/186182296791947910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2009/12/3-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/186182296791947910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/186182296791947910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2009/12/3-days.html' title='3 days!!!'/><author><name>Ainsley Daumler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09666175499479394346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1CMzeUGRfc/TXKB8pVKGzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ynz-d7zDmO4/s220/Aisnley%2B%252Cphotoshoot%2Bw%2BRobin%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618972800175076281.post-5295585045825649485</id><published>2009-12-03T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T15:52:45.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>manhattan declaration</title><content type='html'>please visit the website and read the thing before you sign it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.manhattandecleration.org/"&gt;www.manhattandecleration.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618972800175076281-5295585045825649485?l=ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/feeds/5295585045825649485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2009/12/manhattan-declaration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/5295585045825649485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/5295585045825649485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2009/12/manhattan-declaration.html' title='manhattan declaration'/><author><name>Ainsley Daumler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09666175499479394346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1CMzeUGRfc/TXKB8pVKGzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ynz-d7zDmO4/s220/Aisnley%2B%252Cphotoshoot%2Bw%2BRobin%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618972800175076281.post-3263890533905796259</id><published>2009-11-27T18:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T18:17:59.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Pains</title><content type='html'>do any of you remember that i told you guys about the pain i had on the bus on the way home from the quiz tournament? well i am haveing it as we speak( well read for you and type for me) . i have taken a tylonol but it hasn't kicked in yet. what a way to end a perfect day! i woke up got ready and went to a piano showcase, played my peices and ran to my riding lesson late by half an hour. i still got to ride and canter! we, however did not get to jump. after wards we went to gym with my dad (my mom is in  winnipeg) it was great. i think our coach is a Christian, he is intreasted in quizzing and asked about it!!! then we went to see that movie "The Blind Side" all i have to say is that i almost never come out of a movie and say it was great. but this time i did!!! it was amazing! i would watch it again anytime! as we were driving home thats when i started feeling the pain. around 6:48 pm. if anyone know what time awards were at the tournament please comment!!!!! because the pain also came the day after the tournament and it happened around 6:43 pm. wondering if time has to do with any of this. anyway i know from experiance that with God in your life everyday is an adventure!!!&lt;br /&gt;                                                                         Ainsley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618972800175076281-3263890533905796259?l=ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/feeds/3263890533905796259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2009/11/growing-pains.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/3263890533905796259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/3263890533905796259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2009/11/growing-pains.html' title='Growing Pains'/><author><name>Ainsley Daumler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09666175499479394346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1CMzeUGRfc/TXKB8pVKGzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ynz-d7zDmO4/s220/Aisnley%2B%252Cphotoshoot%2Bw%2BRobin%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618972800175076281.post-2637763550000411697</id><published>2009-11-26T15:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T15:20:00.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing God</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qJlYR_QmymE/Sw8Lo0qie7I/AAAAAAAAADo/iKmsnCmKQ-E/s1600/1320215690_534a1047bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408554473454992306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qJlYR_QmymE/Sw8Lo0qie7I/AAAAAAAAADo/iKmsnCmKQ-E/s320/1320215690_534a1047bb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qJlYR_QmymE/Sw8LojMpRbI/AAAAAAAAADg/nbhq2HM0ib4/s1600/northern-lights-d-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408554468766205362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qJlYR_QmymE/Sw8LojMpRbI/AAAAAAAAADg/nbhq2HM0ib4/s320/northern-lights-d-small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qJlYR_QmymE/Sw8LoJJI5VI/AAAAAAAAADY/idPTREj0zvY/s1600/3218519398_f22dfb237d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408554461772178770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qJlYR_QmymE/Sw8LoJJI5VI/AAAAAAAAADY/idPTREj0zvY/s320/3218519398_f22dfb237d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qJlYR_QmymE/Sw8Ln8XtsyI/AAAAAAAAADQ/c7c3G5tMxDg/s1600/2940999815_ff4af1c940.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 316px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408554458343650082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qJlYR_QmymE/Sw8Ln8XtsyI/AAAAAAAAADQ/c7c3G5tMxDg/s320/2940999815_ff4af1c940.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qJlYR_QmymE/Sw8KXiAEwuI/AAAAAAAAADI/YMiFFSkN2Wk/s1600/FallColors5_Full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408553076875641570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qJlYR_QmymE/Sw8KXiAEwuI/AAAAAAAAADI/YMiFFSkN2Wk/s320/FallColors5_Full.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qJlYR_QmymE/Sw8KL6ONt5I/AAAAAAAAADA/yudglJUMUFg/s1600/3356053066_c5ed8bf519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408552877218969490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qJlYR_QmymE/Sw8KL6ONt5I/AAAAAAAAADA/yudglJUMUFg/s320/3356053066_c5ed8bf519.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qJlYR_QmymE/Sw8KAzAdi6I/AAAAAAAAAC4/VrGQqKejCBI/s1600/earth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408552686303677346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qJlYR_QmymE/Sw8KAzAdi6I/AAAAAAAAAC4/VrGQqKejCBI/s320/earth.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; From the highest of Hieghts...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To the Depths of the sea...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From the colors of fall ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To the fragrance of spring... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;every creature unique in the song that it sings...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;god, you are amazing beyond words you dreamed up the sun and you give source to its light! yet you conceal it to bring us the coolness of night! you are indescribable, uncontanable . you place dthe stars in the sky and you know them by name! God your buety goes boyond that of the sky! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;why do you even consider me a lowly man? when you placed the stars in heaven? yet, you crown me with glory and honor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;                                                           Psalm 8: 1-7 (Ainlsey version)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qJlYR_QmymE/Sw8J9YdJuII/AAAAAAAAACw/YQSk7vG_dd8/s1600/spaceball1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 1px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 1px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408552627636648066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qJlYR_QmymE/Sw8J9YdJuII/AAAAAAAAACw/YQSk7vG_dd8/s320/spaceball1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qJlYR_QmymE/Sw8J1-nRvoI/AAAAAAAAACo/TCmSGWjhCjU/s1600/2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 1px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 1px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408552500440710786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qJlYR_QmymE/Sw8J1-nRvoI/AAAAAAAAACo/TCmSGWjhCjU/s320/2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618972800175076281-2637763550000411697?l=ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/feeds/2637763550000411697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2009/11/amazing-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/2637763550000411697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/2637763550000411697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2009/11/amazing-god.html' title='Amazing God'/><author><name>Ainsley Daumler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09666175499479394346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1CMzeUGRfc/TXKB8pVKGzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ynz-d7zDmO4/s220/Aisnley%2B%252Cphotoshoot%2Bw%2BRobin%2B013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qJlYR_QmymE/Sw8Lo0qie7I/AAAAAAAAADo/iKmsnCmKQ-E/s72-c/1320215690_534a1047bb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618972800175076281.post-3127883558253959050</id><published>2009-11-22T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T14:43:28.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quizzing in Edmonton</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qJlYR_QmymE/SwmgA1z8K5I/AAAAAAAAACY/c0ZIQf0Gr90/s1600/lrg-360-dsc05628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407028763940367250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qJlYR_QmymE/SwmgA1z8K5I/AAAAAAAAACY/c0ZIQf0Gr90/s320/lrg-360-dsc05628.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;on the weekend I quized in edmonton for a tournament. my team did well we almost got to finals. i made my first challenge . Robynne got her third question wrong and went to sit down, i challenged that the door to the room as open for at least 10 seconds during the time she was anwering the question and that it could have distracted her from answering the question. the quizmaster (Paul) accepted!!! we went on to win the quiz by 30 points!!! it was an amazing win and it carried us to another quiz in which we lost but i was fine with that. during the awards my friend got top rookie! it was a great tournament! but one thing that spoiled it was that right where my ribs start it hurt almost like a sharp skeezing pain. during the bus ride it traveled up my chest and up into my throat. it was unbearable. thank God laura a nurse was there and she gave me some tylonol. it helped and i felt better the rest of the bus ride Adrianna and I talked almost the whole way about all subjects . near the end i started the game of "honey if you love me..." it cuntinued till the end of the ride we brought the janz girls home then i got home just in time to fall asleep and have a 10 hour sleep in my warm fuzzy comfortable bed! ahh bliss!!! my pain hasn't come back so far so i hope it was nothing too bad. my quiz book was returned to me by the Goldies this morning at church so i am very happy! well that was my weekend! remember that with God in your life everyday is an adventure! the picture is of old quiz-mates from last year i miss the humor (guy in center) from Alexs' jumping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618972800175076281-3127883558253959050?l=ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/feeds/3127883558253959050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2009/11/quizzing-in-edmonton.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/3127883558253959050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/3127883558253959050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2009/11/quizzing-in-edmonton.html' title='Quizzing in Edmonton'/><author><name>Ainsley Daumler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09666175499479394346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1CMzeUGRfc/TXKB8pVKGzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ynz-d7zDmO4/s220/Aisnley%2B%252Cphotoshoot%2Bw%2BRobin%2B013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qJlYR_QmymE/SwmgA1z8K5I/AAAAAAAAACY/c0ZIQf0Gr90/s72-c/lrg-360-dsc05628.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618972800175076281.post-6823805920647305630</id><published>2009-11-17T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T09:36:11.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>chaparartcha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.internetmonk.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/06/jesus_cross.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 185px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.internetmonk.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/06/jesus_cross.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Greater love hath no man then this, that a man lay down his life for his friends. John 15:13&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;have you ever gotten the feeling someones watching you? i got that right now. Faith was watching then she left and i felt like she was still there. it kinda reminds me that God is always watching whether thats a comforting feeling or a scary feeling for you. it changes for me sometimes i am comforted cuz he knows what i am going through hes with me wherever i am . and then other times i feel scared that when i meet him in heaven hes going to know every little thing ive done wrong. which he does but he loves me the same as if i was perfect. i think thats special! his love is amazing and i cannot imagine life without Him. in fact if God was not in my life i wouldent have a life there would be no point to life,. remember that with God in your life everyday is an adventure! Ainsley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the verse above...it says friends but i am sure there were enemies tooo. heres my challenge to anybody reading this: answer this question. Would YOU die for a enemy? think about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618972800175076281-6823805920647305630?l=ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/feeds/6823805920647305630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2009/11/chaparartcha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/6823805920647305630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/6823805920647305630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2009/11/chaparartcha.html' title='chaparartcha'/><author><name>Ainsley Daumler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09666175499479394346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1CMzeUGRfc/TXKB8pVKGzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ynz-d7zDmO4/s220/Aisnley%2B%252Cphotoshoot%2Bw%2BRobin%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618972800175076281.post-270557977716837941</id><published>2009-11-16T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T14:45:11.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>terminal velocity part2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qJlYR_QmymE/SwHVzkudXZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8tsRpNKS6v4/s1600/Katherine,%2520Mariah,%2520Kristina%2520and%2520Ainsley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404836109829889426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qJlYR_QmymE/SwHVzkudXZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8tsRpNKS6v4/s320/Katherine,%2520Mariah,%2520Kristina%2520and%2520Ainsley.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was great! igot three welts jasmine gave all of them to me because i stood in the corner as she shot ping pong balls at me. all toghether it was fun but i would have rather jasmine not be on facebook or cell phone all the toime. maybe not talking about the load of homework waiting for he at home or about her terrible teacher. I get it school is her life now. i am making a vow never to let school take over my life like that or facebook or a cell phone. on saturday night i went to raynas for a sleepover. that was a blast but i realized how much media i play at her house. i suggested playing a board game a few times but she quickly and easily got me back into the media world. its easy because i loove media. but i know i can get addicted easely. so i try to limit my time. today Honey chewed up my quiz book now i can't study properly. i regret getting that dog. satan sure has ways of making things look bad when they really arnent. but im frusterated right now. the pic is of some friends of mine and me at a quizzing tournament!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618972800175076281-270557977716837941?l=ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/feeds/270557977716837941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2009/11/terminal-velocity-part2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/270557977716837941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/270557977716837941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2009/11/terminal-velocity-part2.html' title='terminal velocity part2'/><author><name>Ainsley Daumler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09666175499479394346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1CMzeUGRfc/TXKB8pVKGzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ynz-d7zDmO4/s220/Aisnley%2B%252Cphotoshoot%2Bw%2BRobin%2B013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qJlYR_QmymE/SwHVzkudXZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8tsRpNKS6v4/s72-c/Katherine,%2520Mariah,%2520Kristina%2520and%2520Ainsley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618972800175076281.post-4498259457089560102</id><published>2009-11-13T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T17:00:45.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Terminal velocity!</title><content type='html'>its in half an hphour i'll probably be blogging about it tommarow, cant wait! Jasmine is comming and shes staying for a sleepover soon too. hey! guess what? i jumped again! and we got more toys for Honey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618972800175076281-4498259457089560102?l=ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/feeds/4498259457089560102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2009/11/terminal-velocity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/4498259457089560102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/4498259457089560102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2009/11/terminal-velocity.html' title='Terminal velocity!'/><author><name>Ainsley Daumler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09666175499479394346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1CMzeUGRfc/TXKB8pVKGzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ynz-d7zDmO4/s220/Aisnley%2B%252Cphotoshoot%2Bw%2BRobin%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618972800175076281.post-4917587350355952438</id><published>2009-11-12T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T14:24:37.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppy!!!!!</title><content type='html'>on sunday noight we went on a hour trip north to see some labradoodle puppys. we got there and they were the cutest tumbling around like roly-poly's with fur. there were 2 black ones the rest were tan and one of the tan ones was curly (long hair) ther rest were lab liked hair (short) we got the curly one and named her Honey!!!!! we have a puppy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618972800175076281-4917587350355952438?l=ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/feeds/4917587350355952438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2009/11/puppy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/4917587350355952438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/4917587350355952438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2009/11/puppy.html' title='Puppy!!!!!'/><author><name>Ainsley Daumler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09666175499479394346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1CMzeUGRfc/TXKB8pVKGzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ynz-d7zDmO4/s220/Aisnley%2B%252Cphotoshoot%2Bw%2BRobin%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618972800175076281.post-6366595869845582320</id><published>2009-11-07T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T09:28:46.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Jump!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qJlYR_QmymE/SvWta5rQPcI/AAAAAAAAACI/u9IQRoBGtdU/s1600-h/3673917798_69c5767dc4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401414005771222466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qJlYR_QmymE/SvWta5rQPcI/AAAAAAAAACI/u9IQRoBGtdU/s320/3673917798_69c5767dc4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yesterday at my riding lesson i jumped my first ever jump!!!!! it was 18 inches tall a cross rail (pic) my horse as very good for me until we were supposed to trot over the jump but a few strides away my horse was very exited to jump so she decided to canter it! i thought i was going to fall off! but i didn't ! emily said she would fall! did i tell you guys (if anyone is reading this) that i broke my pinkie toe on halloween? well on my way to the pasture with charlie the wind picked up and a board fell charlie half reared and then steped on my other oinkie toe urgg! i think its broke! well thats my news! remember with God in uyour life every day is an adventure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618972800175076281-6366595869845582320?l=ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/feeds/6366595869845582320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2009/11/first-jump.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/6366595869845582320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/6366595869845582320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2009/11/first-jump.html' title='First Jump!'/><author><name>Ainsley Daumler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09666175499479394346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1CMzeUGRfc/TXKB8pVKGzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ynz-d7zDmO4/s220/Aisnley%2B%252Cphotoshoot%2Bw%2BRobin%2B013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qJlYR_QmymE/SvWta5rQPcI/AAAAAAAAACI/u9IQRoBGtdU/s72-c/3673917798_69c5767dc4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618972800175076281.post-3311366300174099330</id><published>2009-10-29T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T14:11:05.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>glasses</title><content type='html'>yup. it happend. i got glasses. they are a copper color and have flower designs on it. i like them.  the lady on monday said thy would arrive in about 7-10 days, well i am wearing them now...in 3 days! so yeah my life group thinks they look good! oh yeah at youth i was competing for free tickets to terminal volocity!! i had a partner and she stood behind me i was on my knees at a table which had a donut on it she stood there blindfolded and when paster jason said GO! she found the donut and fed it to me i grabed at it with my mouth, i was going to through up! it was gross!! but i perseveerd and ended up winning!!! i have never won anything like that before so i was happy! yeah lately i reallybhave been enjoiing youth. i am now a member of the worship team! i have surrenered my life to cChrist about 3 weeeks ago. i have given it all to him i want him to carve in me his ow n image. and for his will to be fuffiled in me . i know it will get hard but so far i have been staying strong i feel like th devil has all his demond trechering me. but i remember that God is with me and that i love him . pray for me you guys eading this. i am trying to resist temptations, battle anger, laziness. and most of all my pride wand self control. i need lots of prayer in that. thanks! "for i know the plans the lord has for me plans of goodness. or something like that right now i dont know Gods plan for my life but i know they will be the Best plans!&lt;br /&gt;                                                    remember with God in your life everyday is an adventure!&lt;br /&gt;                                           Ainsley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618972800175076281-3311366300174099330?l=ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/feeds/3311366300174099330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2009/10/glasses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/3311366300174099330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/3311366300174099330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2009/10/glasses.html' title='glasses'/><author><name>Ainsley Daumler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09666175499479394346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1CMzeUGRfc/TXKB8pVKGzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ynz-d7zDmO4/s220/Aisnley%2B%252Cphotoshoot%2Bw%2BRobin%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618972800175076281.post-8115884450264178198</id><published>2009-10-03T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T19:41:46.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.abc.net.au/reslib/200711/r205969_784480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 285px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 430px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.abc.net.au/reslib/200711/r205969_784480.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was...friday right? yeah! so i was so busy but managed to crawl on my belly to type on my blog tonight, well! like i said, i have had a busy weekend and the first thing i did is Wait! does friday even count as the weekend? well i am going to count it as the weekend! if you think diffrently then sent me hate mail whatever. any way i woke up as usual on friday morning at 7:00 am, and ogt out of bed went in the shower did my hair, had breeackfast and all that mumbo jumbo. at 9:00 am my mom and I left to go to my first english riding lesson! before we left we made sure we left nothing home. but we did realize as we were driving i needed some papers w eforgot, so off we went back the way we came and mom went inside to grab the papers, then we were off again, this time w emade it ! or at least to a dead end that is , it said "go right after the poles. okay... theres nothing there...we turned around and my mom phoned the farm, the directions on the website were wrong so we searched again this time turning out to be lucky to find the white indoor arena with a green roof. i got there and knew all my classmates already! win~!! so i caught my horse charlie and tacked up for the first time in english riding learning as i went. we lead the horses to the outdoor arena and did stretching on our horses, and then began trotting, it was very easy for me, i trotted alot as a western rider, then we took tures trottiing, then we went to the inddor arena and did more trotting, but this time in "two pointe position" it burned! two point is where the rider half stands in the saddle while leaning forward, it hurts your legs like crazy! but i did it "very well" after we cooled off our horses riding bareback. we untacked fed and turned out our horses and then i was off to go home and have lunch so that we could get to my gym lesson,&lt;br /&gt;we got there as they were ding the sumo stretch, just like the picture. thn we played game sand reviewed the underhand serve. then we had to hury again to get to my quizzing tournament i got there early and we grbbed lunch before gpoing on the bus. as w drove i had fun with friends. w egot threre and i quized and aired out. but got htree right. we had great billets doris and i we billited wit our two female coaches too! it was fun. then the next day i quized out three times! twice without error! i placed 10th over all in he championship bracket. and got a kit kat chunky for it. sometimes i wish they didint through away these stats. and then i went home with my dad in his car and had two cold slices of pizza and now am writing about my weekend on my blog. now i am getting tyred and will crawl into bed and sleep till its time to go to church and serve in the kindergarden with my mom. after that i will sell dag cookies and advertize dog walking. see ya! and remember with GOd in your life evrything is an adventure!&lt;br /&gt;                                                          Ainsley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618972800175076281-8115884450264178198?l=ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/feeds/8115884450264178198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2009/10/busy-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/8115884450264178198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/8115884450264178198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2009/10/busy-weekend.html' title='Busy weekend!'/><author><name>Ainsley Daumler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09666175499479394346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1CMzeUGRfc/TXKB8pVKGzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ynz-d7zDmO4/s220/Aisnley%2B%252Cphotoshoot%2Bw%2BRobin%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618972800175076281.post-5757442091721673039</id><published>2009-09-30T14:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T14:55:08.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Riding! and worship!</title><content type='html'>i got a whole riding lesson kit complete with boots half chaps,crop,pants, helmet,  everything! for youth worshipi am learning a song called hossana by brooke fraser in 4hours!!! i have to get to work so see ya! remember with God in your ife everyday is an adventure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618972800175076281-5757442091721673039?l=ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/feeds/5757442091721673039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2009/09/riding-and-worship.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/5757442091721673039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/5757442091721673039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2009/09/riding-and-worship.html' title='Riding! and worship!'/><author><name>Ainsley Daumler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09666175499479394346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1CMzeUGRfc/TXKB8pVKGzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ynz-d7zDmO4/s220/Aisnley%2B%252Cphotoshoot%2Bw%2BRobin%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618972800175076281.post-5113577510538473673</id><published>2009-09-20T08:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T08:58:08.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Waterslides!~</title><content type='html'>yesterday we went to a water slide park! there were lots of slides one of my favourites was a group of slides that were the colors of the rainbow and you would ride on a mat down a circle in the dark then out in the open you would go down and down really fast! I enjoyed also a little river with a small current that would push your tube around and you could relax while cooling off from lying around. after that we cam eback to the resort and made supper lasangna, garlic bread and ceaser salad, and for dessert, ice cream! then we went for a short walk through the resort. calm and peaceful. when we got back we had a cribbage tournament and i lost the first round. then i was tired so i went t o bed. today i will be going to another resort to go swimming while my parents are at a meeting to get 75$ i would go too for the money! its hot and its good! but i do miss all the people at home. and my binou! and that phone call about the play.... well gotta go! GOd bless and let the spirit of the lord go with you!&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                    Ainsley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618972800175076281-5113577510538473673?l=ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/feeds/5113577510538473673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2009/09/waterslides.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/5113577510538473673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/5113577510538473673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2009/09/waterslides.html' title='~Waterslides!~'/><author><name>Ainsley Daumler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09666175499479394346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1CMzeUGRfc/TXKB8pVKGzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ynz-d7zDmO4/s220/Aisnley%2B%252Cphotoshoot%2Bw%2BRobin%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618972800175076281.post-1059861608039656862</id><published>2009-09-18T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T18:21:19.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOonng daaaaaaaays...</title><content type='html'>at four in the morning my house was stirring getting dressed, last minute packing and saying goodbye to my dearest Binou! by four thirty the house was quiet again exept for the cat mewling his farwells. we drove to the airport and at seven our small plane left destination: Pheonix! the three hour trip would have been much more amusing if we had a movie to watch, but instead i was forced to get some very uncomfterble sleep and try to not get clausterfobic. when we got there we hurried to a bus to get us to where our rented car would be, a tan toyota sienna! i love our van!! we then drove to a mall where i bought lots of clothes a pair of jeans and some shorts. i was really tired already so as we drove to our resort i fell asleep in the van. our resort has three bedrooms with big closets! a full kitchen and a large living room! i feel quite nice with the air conditioning. it is like 38 and tommarow is going to be 39!!! ha! this beats the weather back home! i wonder if i got that part in the play...they were supposed to phone today. well gotta go we are going to a "dive-in" like a drive in but in a pool ill tell you about it soon! God bless and serve your King!&lt;br /&gt;                                                              Ainsley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618972800175076281-1059861608039656862?l=ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/feeds/1059861608039656862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2009/09/loonng-daaaaaaaays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/1059861608039656862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/1059861608039656862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2009/09/loonng-daaaaaaaays.html' title='LOonng daaaaaaaays...'/><author><name>Ainsley Daumler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09666175499479394346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1CMzeUGRfc/TXKB8pVKGzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ynz-d7zDmO4/s220/Aisnley%2B%252Cphotoshoot%2Bw%2BRobin%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618972800175076281.post-4566128491409731321</id><published>2009-09-16T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T12:42:51.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lion the school and Arizona!</title><content type='html'>i havent been blogging because i went to vauxhall to some friends house the dad is a pastor, they have four kids 15 year old Caleb 11 year old Rebecca, 9 year old Joshua, and 6 year old Rechelle. i went to brooks quizzing and found it quite different then ours in foothills. yesterday i auditioned for "The Lion The Witch and the Wardrobe" put toghether by my church i hope i get a part i am eagerly awaiting a call either to say i need a call back or a got a part, if i don't get a phone call i have no part and that means that it's God's will that i get no part i will probably cry but i will hopefully be happy if any of my sisters get parts in this play. it would be hard to be happy for them  so pray that i may find joy in all things. i am doing club 300 in quizzing and i am on chapter 3 of 1 corinthians . i hope to make it to great west! school is not to bad this year i am accually happy about whats happining in my agenda, i get to go to pheonix in Friday and can't wait! plane ride, water slides 40+ degree weather! ah the life. well gotta go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                    God bless and have a nice day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                               Ainsley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618972800175076281-4566128491409731321?l=ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/feeds/4566128491409731321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2009/09/lion-school-and-arizona.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/4566128491409731321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/4566128491409731321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2009/09/lion-school-and-arizona.html' title='The Lion the school and Arizona!'/><author><name>Ainsley Daumler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09666175499479394346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1CMzeUGRfc/TXKB8pVKGzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ynz-d7zDmO4/s220/Aisnley%2B%252Cphotoshoot%2Bw%2BRobin%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618972800175076281.post-2553339526551534214</id><published>2009-08-19T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T09:35:11.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suprise birthdays</title><content type='html'>well sorry its been so long since ive blogged i was in winnipeg for the weekend.  my cousins 18th suprise birthday was a huge sucess we decorated the hall in a western theme and all dressed up! he walked into the doors and took two steps in and as suprised to hear 98 people saying SUPRISE!!! he then began saying things like this: "i hate you! " i hate all of you!" ill get you back! he said this was the fourth time his mmom suprised him with this sort of thing including meeting Goerge Canyon, and i don't remember anything else. after they took him into a room to get changed into something more apropiete (cowboy outfit) he came out of the room and was telling the story about how he had been dragged to the hall and then all of the sudden said to get his mom he was having a mini siezure. i saw his dad very close and went to tell him and another of his friends got his mom he was sat at a table and the siezure lasted about a minute. i don't think people realized what happend.  good i wouldent want a crowed to watch as i had a siezure. my aunt said it was a bigger one. after that he was pretty good though.  we had a great time Faith and I had to say a few words about jus and then other people said lots of things at one point me and one of Jus's friends named Nik played Happy birthday on our violins. and also at a time one of his friends reminded him of a incedent with a police officer...the police officer was off duty and jus was racing at 160km in a 100km zone...oops. he didn't have his squad car so the police officer said someone would send him a tcket through the mail. he hasn't gotten it yet. th espeech stopped and the lights turned off a little light of red started flashing and th eye of the tiger and the sound of sirens started a man dressed as a police officer came out with a giant ticket in his hand and pointed at Justin: "there you are!" and it was a bunch of fun when "shania Train" a fifty year old actor showed up and tryed to flirt with jus Jus did not want a part of it! she was a terrible actor but we laughed at how jus was acting. when she started stripping he was priceless, i am glad my mom got it on video. well this is it we went home the day after and i got to sleep in. ahh that feeling of not haveing to wake up is so good. but the tittle does say 2 suprise partiys doesn't it? the other one happend before both winnipegs, Rayna invited me for a sleepove at her house i entered and theres a big sing that says "welcome to horseshoe ranch" i started laughing as i was toured around the "ranch" by sydney i saw a tack shop with collectable hors efigures and webkinz horses she took me to the kitchen where i was served with pleasure  by Alya and she said that someone named Rayna dropped off a preasent for me, i then started asking where Rayna was! then there she popped up! i was so happy! i opend my present and inside there was a big bag of marshmelllow bananas!!!! my favourite! i then ordered from the "horseshoe Cafe"  a hot choclate, and chips and onion dip! yum! the rest of the evening and following morning was very fun!                      well this is where i say farewell and dont forget to serve your King! god bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                       Ainsley&lt;br /&gt;p.s. hopefully all my friends got an email about my e-paper. if not give me your amail and i will forward the message to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618972800175076281-2553339526551534214?l=ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/feeds/2553339526551534214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2009/08/suprise-birthdays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/2553339526551534214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/2553339526551534214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2009/08/suprise-birthdays.html' title='Suprise birthdays'/><author><name>Ainsley Daumler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09666175499479394346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1CMzeUGRfc/TXKB8pVKGzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ynz-d7zDmO4/s220/Aisnley%2B%252Cphotoshoot%2Bw%2BRobin%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618972800175076281.post-2657564291942310435</id><published>2009-08-05T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T13:42:13.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Winnipeg!</title><content type='html'>last week my family and i went to winnipeg . our family there seems to be doing fine considering the circumstances with my cousin. we visited alot with my moms brother (my uncle) and his family. they live on a farm south of winnipeg! they have lots of animals including Horses, chickens, a duck named Coco (who thinks hes a chicken!), a cow (very FAT!), and baby turkeys! (they are NOT cute) and they have the most adorable kittens in the world! when we got back binou looked ten ntimes bigger! that might be because we let my grandma and uncle look after our Cat, and when we got home we found three jars of our cat food in the recicling! we usualy only use half a jar in a week. anyway back in winnipeg my cousin is doing quite well considering hes on chemo and i think he said 24 other pills a day and 27 on the weekends. but he has about 1-2 mini siezures a day wich in the past have been him being numb on the left side, but lately he has startedv shaking uncontrolably he did it in a restaurante onourr last day in winnipeg and it last about 30-60 secondes, it scared me but within 2 minutes afterwords he was fine and we were talking and laughing again.  on thursday of last week we went to a cabin my grampa's brother owns and we played in the water and i caught 2 fish! about 2 pounds each oh and i caught a snapping turtle too, but it let go of the line about 20 feet away of the pontoon. so that was my trip and i was exited to hear that Rayna my friend got back from camp the same day as us so tonight i will have a sleepover at her house! so yeah. God bless and go serve your King!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                               Ainsley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618972800175076281-2657564291942310435?l=ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/feeds/2657564291942310435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2009/08/winnipeg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/2657564291942310435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/2657564291942310435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2009/08/winnipeg.html' title='Winnipeg!'/><author><name>Ainsley Daumler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09666175499479394346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1CMzeUGRfc/TXKB8pVKGzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ynz-d7zDmO4/s220/Aisnley%2B%252Cphotoshoot%2Bw%2BRobin%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618972800175076281.post-36117370698446380</id><published>2009-07-21T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T07:25:20.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is my Birthday!!!!!</title><content type='html'>at 10:10 AM today i am 13 years old!!!!!!! today is my b-day today is my b-day@!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ifyou couldn't tell i am very exited!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618972800175076281-36117370698446380?l=ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/feeds/36117370698446380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2009/07/today-is-my-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/36117370698446380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/36117370698446380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2009/07/today-is-my-birthday.html' title='Today is my Birthday!!!!!'/><author><name>Ainsley Daumler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09666175499479394346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1CMzeUGRfc/TXKB8pVKGzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ynz-d7zDmO4/s220/Aisnley%2B%252Cphotoshoot%2Bw%2BRobin%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618972800175076281.post-5240757901023438734</id><published>2009-07-20T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T03:49:34.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bene-fit!</title><content type='html'>on saturday the 18th of july 2009 Ainsley Daumler put on some makeup for the first time! well she didn't eally put it on herself. A make up artist did it! she was a Fun, informative, and afterwords i looked great! before and after pictures were needed thats for sure! i was very suprised when she said to try some "gimme some plum" eyeshadow, i had never tjhought of purple on MY eyes before but when she dabbbed it onto my eyelids i looked great! my mom was too cheap to buy all that she used (which is understandable) so i got only maskara, blush, and eyeshadow but as a gift the lady doing my makeup for me gave my some of "that gal" which is just some primer. i had sooooo much fun and cant wait to put some on again! i love it alot and when i get some more money i want to buy more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                              God Bless, And Go serve your King!&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                     Ainsley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618972800175076281-5240757901023438734?l=ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/feeds/5240757901023438734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2009/07/bene-fit.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/5240757901023438734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/5240757901023438734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2009/07/bene-fit.html' title='Bene-fit!'/><author><name>Ainsley Daumler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09666175499479394346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1CMzeUGRfc/TXKB8pVKGzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ynz-d7zDmO4/s220/Aisnley%2B%252Cphotoshoot%2Bw%2BRobin%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618972800175076281.post-3456941406296332105</id><published>2009-07-10T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T13:41:32.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...ummm...i don't know what to call this.</title><content type='html'>yeah so at west ed it was really busy but my litle sister went on the giant Red water slide that goes strait down. in fact all my sisters did that one and the other big purple and the fast blue water slide... ummm i feel kind of like a chicken.  well anyway i went to stampede twice this year and it was lots of fun my favourite barrel racer got 2nd the day i was there so i was happy! my birthday is soooo soon! i am getting makeup finnaly after 13 years without! :) yep when i turn 13 i will be alowed to put on some mascara and brush on some blush. that is the life. i had a dream last night that my family got a 46 acre acrage and that we were going to get a horse! oh how i wish it were true. well gotta go!&lt;br /&gt;                                                                               God Bless,           Ainsley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618972800175076281-3456941406296332105?l=ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/feeds/3456941406296332105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2009/07/ummmi-dont-know-what-to-call-this.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/3456941406296332105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/3456941406296332105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2009/07/ummmi-dont-know-what-to-call-this.html' title='...ummm...i don&apos;t know what to call this.'/><author><name>Ainsley Daumler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09666175499479394346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1CMzeUGRfc/TXKB8pVKGzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ynz-d7zDmO4/s220/Aisnley%2B%252Cphotoshoot%2Bw%2BRobin%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618972800175076281.post-4332619908086994138</id><published>2009-07-05T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T09:26:45.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>West Ed!!!</title><content type='html'>hey averybody! i am sprry for not posting lately. i am soo busy lately. i went to stampede on the 3rd and it was fun the show was great! i won 5 outa 9 chuck races! i won an ipod nano in a raffle and have a heartland episode! we are going to west edmonton mall this afternoon for a few nights. the thing is i just don't like the swimming. i know thats like so todally wierd but i don't i have a new bikini and i had a dream thAT it came off on one of the slides!!! but we will also be going to the fort edmonton park sort of llike heritige park but wayy bigger! well i gotta go pack so seee ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618972800175076281-4332619908086994138?l=ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/feeds/4332619908086994138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2009/07/west-ed.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/4332619908086994138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/4332619908086994138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2009/07/west-ed.html' title='West Ed!!!'/><author><name>Ainsley Daumler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09666175499479394346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1CMzeUGRfc/TXKB8pVKGzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ynz-d7zDmO4/s220/Aisnley%2B%252Cphotoshoot%2Bw%2BRobin%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618972800175076281.post-6428540755513981154</id><published>2009-06-15T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T14:39:34.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Math and rain</title><content type='html'>i hear its going to rainstorm all night tonight i guess i will miss soccer tonight , again. :.( (sad face w/ tear.) we are haveing a coccer tournament on saturday! i will miss the first and maybe second game because of a violin concert. i love violin but i love soccer tounaments more so i wish the concert was on onother day. i am slowly but surely finishing school. all i have is math left. i have t get to lesson 17. and i am at lesson 16 now!!! 5 pages left and i will be free!!!! yeah so thats what's going on today!    God Bless                       Ainsley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618972800175076281-6428540755513981154?l=ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/feeds/6428540755513981154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2009/06/math-and-rain.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/6428540755513981154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/6428540755513981154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2009/06/math-and-rain.html' title='Math and rain'/><author><name>Ainsley Daumler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09666175499479394346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1CMzeUGRfc/TXKB8pVKGzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ynz-d7zDmO4/s220/Aisnley%2B%252Cphotoshoot%2Bw%2BRobin%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618972800175076281.post-4019964945827158950</id><published>2009-06-12T19:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T14:34:42.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>horse camp part II</title><content type='html'>it was soooooo much fun ! we played games in a field ate great food! ( why do people say cap fod is bad anyway??) had some time with horses i even got to lope!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! remember not Elope just LOPE. and it was amazing time of worship and fellowship with God. i could see him working at my heart. just chipping away at the bad and replacing my evil heart with peace and happiness. sounds cooleh? well i don't feel like that now. i feel more like a .... anyway i swear in my head and not just in my head anymore it is getting out of control and i have the worst attitud eever!! it is terrible i feel so far away from God right now i need lots of prayer and most of all need to think of God. God i can spill anything to. he knows me ( He's the only one) and i don't know what to do well...i gotta go, God bless and have a wonderful day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainsley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618972800175076281-4019964945827158950?l=ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/feeds/4019964945827158950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2009/06/horse-camp_12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/4019964945827158950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/4019964945827158950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2009/06/horse-camp_12.html' title='horse camp part II'/><author><name>Ainsley Daumler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09666175499479394346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1CMzeUGRfc/TXKB8pVKGzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ynz-d7zDmO4/s220/Aisnley%2B%252Cphotoshoot%2Bw%2BRobin%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618972800175076281.post-3265479323650711861</id><published>2009-06-09T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T14:34:16.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HoRse Camp part I</title><content type='html'>tommarow i get to go to horse camp the only day i will ride a horse for this entire summer!!! i am exited beyond anything i have ever felt ( okay maybe anything) but i am soooooooo happy i hope the whether holds up and that i maybe will gat to lope!!!!! so yeah that is pretty much it i think...&lt;br /&gt;God bless. ainsley!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618972800175076281-3265479323650711861?l=ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/feeds/3265479323650711861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2009/06/horse-camp.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/3265479323650711861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/3265479323650711861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2009/06/horse-camp.html' title='HoRse Camp part I'/><author><name>Ainsley Daumler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09666175499479394346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1CMzeUGRfc/TXKB8pVKGzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ynz-d7zDmO4/s220/Aisnley%2B%252Cphotoshoot%2Bw%2BRobin%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618972800175076281.post-4438159168224466768</id><published>2009-06-04T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T17:33:21.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Garage sale</title><content type='html'>the amazing grace garage sale went very well!!!  maggies bakesale could not have done better we got more then 200$ from all the garage sale wich puts our total to 430$ $70 and we will reach our goal!!!! i am exited for this to end though becuase it is very Hard work, but " I am someone who does HARD THINGS"  as my mom would say it, i guess she is right. tommarow is a pizza night at my house!!! and also the boschmans are comming to do school at our house for the last time!! school is finnaly comming to an end without Band, piano(ended today), and all sorts of other things its getting better not so crazy. the germans (people from germany that are related to me) left today in the morning. and now that was my grampas side on the 27th comes my grandmas side. oh boy its going to be a gong show ( as my dad would say it!) i have to go now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                           God bless, Ainsley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618972800175076281-4438159168224466768?l=ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/feeds/4438159168224466768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2009/06/garage-sale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/4438159168224466768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/4438159168224466768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2009/06/garage-sale.html' title='Garage sale'/><author><name>Ainsley Daumler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09666175499479394346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1CMzeUGRfc/TXKB8pVKGzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ynz-d7zDmO4/s220/Aisnley%2B%252Cphotoshoot%2Bw%2BRobin%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618972800175076281.post-2864596827301173454</id><published>2009-05-29T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T20:28:49.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Garage sale!!</title><content type='html'>our amazing grace garage sale is tommarow and i am exited and i hope we reach our goal or 5oo$!!  anyway me and rayna had lots of fun today at her house. i love her soooo much i hope the garage sale goes well! God Bless,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                   Ainsley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618972800175076281-2864596827301173454?l=ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/feeds/2864596827301173454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2009/05/garage-sale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/2864596827301173454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/2864596827301173454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2009/05/garage-sale.html' title='Garage sale!!'/><author><name>Ainsley Daumler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09666175499479394346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1CMzeUGRfc/TXKB8pVKGzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ynz-d7zDmO4/s220/Aisnley%2B%252Cphotoshoot%2Bw%2BRobin%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618972800175076281.post-4299796356544282123</id><published>2009-05-20T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T16:42:38.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>spring into the love of god!</title><content type='html'>it is spring even tough it doesn't seem like it today (it's snowing!) during spring i always think of God. i believe that General &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;revelation&lt;/span&gt; is showed so much during spring. God's love is something i feel right now. my mom is leaving at 5:00 pm today and is going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Winnipeg&lt;/span&gt; to help support my family there. My cousin has a very rare brain cancer and is taking Chemo therapy until it doesn't work anymore. And i hope that during this spring he will see God through general &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Revelation&lt;/span&gt;. and that my mom will be a light in their world. i pray for him so much. and i hope God will Make a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;miracle.&lt;/span&gt; But His will be done not mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618972800175076281-4299796356544282123?l=ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/feeds/4299796356544282123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2009/05/spring-into-love-of-god.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/4299796356544282123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/4299796356544282123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2009/05/spring-into-love-of-god.html' title='spring into the love of god!'/><author><name>Ainsley Daumler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09666175499479394346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1CMzeUGRfc/TXKB8pVKGzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ynz-d7zDmO4/s220/Aisnley%2B%252Cphotoshoot%2Bw%2BRobin%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618972800175076281.post-480116453552468235</id><published>2009-05-18T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T12:59:31.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>science sucks.</title><content type='html'>okay mybey it doesn't suck but i do have a big test on commbustion tommatrow and its so confusing i can't even grasp it. i hope i studoed enough. the AMazing grace Garage sale is in two weeks!!! i can't believe how well this is going! we are getting so many donations and and i can't keep up! we are gettinf ready for the garage sale today and making signs for it too. i also woke up at 4:00 in the morning becuase we go to Inn from the cold to serve breackfast. and i was so tired and when we got home around 8:00 am. i slept till 11:30 am !! thanks goodness its the ong weekend! i also am still waiting beacause i can't get onto the hotmail account for amazing grace. and its driving me crazy!!!!!!! any way. i need something to eat. i think i will make a sandwich, oh wait, Faith finished the bread... well i will figure something out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                 God Bless, Ainsley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618972800175076281-480116453552468235?l=ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/feeds/480116453552468235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2009/05/science-sucks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/480116453552468235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/480116453552468235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2009/05/science-sucks.html' title='science sucks.'/><author><name>Ainsley Daumler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09666175499479394346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1CMzeUGRfc/TXKB8pVKGzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ynz-d7zDmO4/s220/Aisnley%2B%252Cphotoshoot%2Bw%2BRobin%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618972800175076281.post-5050046261223736812</id><published>2009-05-07T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T16:04:02.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nakamun!!!!!</title><content type='html'>sad and happy at the same time its what it was like at the end of nakamun. i knew it would be HHAC's last tournament. and i very sad about it but i think it was time to go. and i talked to Tammy from Foothills on Sat and she sounds very exsited to have some more people on the team! i am exited also to have a little more friends, and enthusiesm in the group. it will be my best year yet (i hope) :) lol haha ! in our last quiz (me ,Andrew, Cara) and it was andrew's last quiz ever for all life he quized out! and we lost though and came in fourth in consolation. almost finals! anyway raelle got 5th rookie! and it sounds like the wensleys are comming to foothills next year! it will be good to have some old friends there too! and faith will be a rookie next year! i like that! see ya all! &lt;br /&gt;                                                        God Bless,&lt;br /&gt;                                                                     Ainsley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618972800175076281-5050046261223736812?l=ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/feeds/5050046261223736812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2009/05/nakamun.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/5050046261223736812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/5050046261223736812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2009/05/nakamun.html' title='Nakamun!!!!!'/><author><name>Ainsley Daumler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09666175499479394346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1CMzeUGRfc/TXKB8pVKGzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ynz-d7zDmO4/s220/Aisnley%2B%252Cphotoshoot%2Bw%2BRobin%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618972800175076281.post-1998804162651303534</id><published>2009-04-27T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T13:46:16.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus Christ Saves!</title><content type='html'>i am ready today to share the Gospel! i am so into it! I just love Jesus so much i could sing of his love forever. i have a quizzing tournament on friday!!!!! i am very exited! i am studying hard as rock! my aunts (Monique et Matante Ginnete) are comming on wed!! this week is going to be great! but today i was bored but what eve. anyway that was sort of random. see ya!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                 God bless, Ainsley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618972800175076281-1998804162651303534?l=ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/feeds/1998804162651303534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2009/04/jesus-christ-saves.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/1998804162651303534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/1998804162651303534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2009/04/jesus-christ-saves.html' title='Jesus Christ Saves!'/><author><name>Ainsley Daumler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09666175499479394346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1CMzeUGRfc/TXKB8pVKGzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ynz-d7zDmO4/s220/Aisnley%2B%252Cphotoshoot%2Bw%2BRobin%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618972800175076281.post-5680625170815820925</id><published>2009-04-26T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T13:54:41.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp Evergreen!</title><content type='html'>this weekend was a weekend to remember. my family and I went to a beutiful camp called Camp Evergreen i have only gone twice as a camper in 2004 and 2007 but in the past six moths or so my family has voluteered at the camp while groups are there for retreats, camps, or just chilaxing. my favourite part of the camp is that it has alot of horses. i enjoy Riding the trails grooming and helping with tacking up and untacking the horses. ust plain fresh air feels good the only bad part is that it was so snowy and muddy and i had to do Dishes, make that three bad parts but other then that it was a fantastic few days! i did not get to ride this weekend because i had Drama at the same time as the trail rides and the zip-line! Darn it!! i love those things. anyway so yeah. thats my adventure of the past weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainsley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618972800175076281-5680625170815820925?l=ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/feeds/5680625170815820925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2009/04/camp-evergreen.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/5680625170815820925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/5680625170815820925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2009/04/camp-evergreen.html' title='Camp Evergreen!'/><author><name>Ainsley Daumler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09666175499479394346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d1CMzeUGRfc/TXKB8pVKGzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ynz-d7zDmO4/s220/Aisnley%2B%252Cphotoshoot%2Bw%2BRobin%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6618972800175076281.post-1353597400281723663</id><published>2009-04-19T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T16:47:41.644-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='April 19th'/><title type='text'>introducing... Ainsley's adventures!!</title><content type='html'>hello!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                yes i am only a teenager but i have lots of things happening in my life. for instince i went to church this morning and the lady who spoke was a missianary from Niger! her service spoke to me and my heart was pumping out of my chest. my eyes started to water as i started to cry for all the people she told storys of. i have already prayed for them about a dozen times.  another thing she talked about was the many projects she has been working on. one of them being  distibuting musquito nets in the villages she has worked in. i felt soo pulled in at that moment.  i talked with her later about my amazing grace and i am sending her the money i am making to her project.  i am very happy about that!! then we went out with the Boshman's, some friends.  and me and Rayna did not get along at all!!! i havent talked to her in like 5 hours. thats never happend before.  and she is like one of my only friends. one i can tell secrets to and not worry about them being told, be there for me and not make fun of me,  play on all fours (yes i do when i feel like it) without being emmbarest. yes she was a great friend but i feel like i am too mature for her now and that she hasent grown up. you know, like i am not playing with toys and on all fours, but she still is.  and i do play on all fours sometimes still just not as much as before and i like make -up, fasion, accesories, girlie things more then before. and i guess she just is not there yet. and i am exremely sad. i cry every hour when i think of her. and i snap more then ever , to my parents and sisters and i guess to rayna too thats why we won't talk anymore. i snap. it sjust cuz i cant help it. i am not very pretty, so i snap on that. and all sorts of other things. any way, ya thats whats axiting right now. oh and if you want too, Rayna if you read this, please phone me you know the number. ya thats me. see ya (or ya's haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                God bless,&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                   Ainsley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6618972800175076281-1353597400281723663?l=ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/feeds/1353597400281723663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2009/04/introducing-ainsleys-adventures.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/1353597400281723663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6618972800175076281/posts/default/1353597400281723663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainsleydaumler.blogspot.com/2009/04/introducing-ainsleys-adventures.html' title='introducing... 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