<?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-6667741075850611035</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:32:49.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day in the life of....</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>RyGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272856932555449148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667741075850611035.post-8972975750069722013</id><published>2008-05-14T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T18:21:10.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Man alive I am a bad blogger</title><content type='html'>So it's official. A Ping Pong Master I may be, but a consistent blogger I am not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I feel today that I shall share with you, a story that happened to me not too long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the summer of 07, and it was a hot day, hot like toast that just popped out of the toaster and hot enough to melt the spreaded butter instantly. I was riding on my bike, and I was cruising like a Malaysian elephant through a dense jungle. On my journey I noticed a path that went off the main path so I took the initiative to take the plunge down this narrow, hidden road. After biking down it for a while, I eventually wound up on a steep, elevated land mass from which I could see for a long ways off, like a pirate in the crows nest, I could see quite a bit. All of a sudden I heard two voices not far from me, I didn't like the sound of their speech, like a dog hearing the doorbell ring and unaware of who or what is at the door. I then took it upon myself to get out of that area as fast as I could, fast like a Kenyan. Unfortunately, in my panic, I tumbled down a somewhat steep hill and into a big bush. As I layed there and pondered my pain and previous course of action, I heard the voices from up high and came to realize they were two simple elderly folk on a hike. My fear subsided, I searched for the trail, returned to the main path and journey back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryguy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667741075850611035-8972975750069722013?l=ryguyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/8972975750069722013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667741075850611035&amp;postID=8972975750069722013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/8972975750069722013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/8972975750069722013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/2008/05/man-alive-i-am-bad-blogger.html' title='Man alive I am a bad blogger'/><author><name>RyGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272856932555449148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667741075850611035.post-4137319478328035913</id><published>2008-05-01T18:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T18:27:13.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloggin again</title><content type='html'>Although I've left the blogging scene for a while, I'm still clinging on by the skin of the pixels on the screen.  Heres what has transpired since i last blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Finished my second year of University&lt;br /&gt;-Became a stormtrooper again.&lt;br /&gt;-Got high off morphine and other various drugs&lt;br /&gt;-Learned some swing dance moves&lt;br /&gt;-Went biking for the first time in a long time&lt;br /&gt;-Started packing up the house for the big move on May 24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I am done school, I've got quite a bit of free time on my hands so why not blog. I'll do my best, but I know I wont come close to daily bloggage that my esteemed collegue Master Briggins commits to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667741075850611035-4137319478328035913?l=ryguyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/4137319478328035913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667741075850611035&amp;postID=4137319478328035913' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/4137319478328035913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/4137319478328035913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/2008/05/bloggin-again.html' title='Bloggin again'/><author><name>RyGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272856932555449148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667741075850611035.post-8146665814902264970</id><published>2008-02-14T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T08:38:22.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Man, oh man</title><content type='html'>I must say that blogging is like exercise. You stop for a couple days an you dont pick it up for a long time, not until you other people doing it and you feel compelled to do the same. Unless you're like Mr. Briggins who is a daily blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since December 19, Christmas happened, New Years at Briggins with Briggins family at Briggins home happened. Second semester started, Colts lost in the playoffs, Giants made history, Snobowl happened, A good friend left the country for several months, Brother and Sister are coming down for Feb. break. Malagash application form has been sent and Brian Hill still has no hair on his legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows when my next blog will be. Anybody who can guess it right, I will give a kiss, that is to say a hershey kiss, or is it not? Perhaps it is real but I am misleading you into thinking that it is a chocolate that will be bestowed upon your person. But then again I am from Timberlea, and we all know that Timbo peeps can pretend to be misleading but really aren't so when you believe I am misleading you and think you see around my devious plot I truly am misleading you all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I need to get off this computer at school and go to class.&lt;br /&gt;Man I need to start using this time to do more productive work&lt;br /&gt;Man I need to stop writing&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't, It's taken over me..ahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667741075850611035-8146665814902264970?l=ryguyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/8146665814902264970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667741075850611035&amp;postID=8146665814902264970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/8146665814902264970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/8146665814902264970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/2008/02/man-oh-man.html' title='Man, oh man'/><author><name>RyGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272856932555449148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667741075850611035.post-2796944092473138305</id><published>2007-12-19T08:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T08:39:05.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hibernations Over</title><content type='html'>So I guess I took 3 months off the blogging, as soon as school started I just lost the "go-ahead" attitude to write down my memoirs and thoughts as I didn't want to write anything more down than what I already had. So heres my version of the fastest 3 minutes of the pass three months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September-started school, did 5 courses in history and philosophy. coolest one out of the 5 was definitly philosophy, even though I was confused beyond belief, the prof was what i pictured Dr Cornelius to be when I first listened to the Narnia audio tapes. for a while school was pretty shlick, i had jordan and jill (karen) in a few of my classes, but for the most part I was alone like Will Smith in I am Legend, minus the zombie creature part. I also started leadering at Youth Group with the Senior Highs, its fun but kindof sad because this year especially is the last year of a big group of kids, theres over 12 kids graduating this year and a lot of them are friends I hang out with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October-didn't do halloween with jonathan this year, floor hockey started up again where i'm a full time goalie, one night i got so sick and had to run to the bathroom where i, to put it short, exploded, it wasn't cool. sorry wendy forsythe. (church maintenance lady). went to my nanny's 80th birthday party in New Brunswick, met a lot of relatives i never knew existed or were still in existence. oh yeah, september and october was the month that i played goalie for NUNS ON THE RUN, a DAL inturmural soccer team. we played well our first couple games, then tanked the rest. made the playoffs, lost, challenged a team based on illegible player, won the game by forfeit, i didnt play the following game because we too had players who were inelligible, our team played regardless, and lost, i was glad because we shouldnt have played in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November-same old routine, during these months me, jonathan, josh macisaac, james howitt and dave marsh hold a bible study every tuesday night which has been a very cool thing to have this year. school goes by, matt and amy are on the path to becoming a married couple, linds is getting into fashion, having more friends, one day she tried giving me a fo-hawk, didnt work out to my dismay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December-exams are done, christmas is around the corner, colts are going to the playoffs, life is good all around, it'll be a strange christmas because it'll be the first without sean and ruth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to Imogen Heap, they are what Jacob would call, re-dick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Now that I have no job, no school, and I live in Timberlea which is far from my friends, I will be blogging a little more these days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667741075850611035-2796944092473138305?l=ryguyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/2796944092473138305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667741075850611035&amp;postID=2796944092473138305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/2796944092473138305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/2796944092473138305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/2007/12/hibernations-over.html' title='Hibernations Over'/><author><name>RyGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272856932555449148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667741075850611035.post-7054630934210315489</id><published>2007-09-19T15:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T15:52:18.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming off of hibernation</title><content type='html'>The last time I wrote it was still summer and August for that matter. Now its two weeks since my last post so I thought i'd write a little about whats been going down before I get back into the swing of Malagash posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Dalhousie is nothing but a money sucking devil machine that while teaches you valuable knowledge for the future, takes your money for all your worth. And for that I dislike Dalhousie.&lt;br /&gt;I had a chat with a bookstore guy today who said it'd be sweet if tuition in Nova Scotia was free so that by that students could purchase books without the feeling of "Ah man i don't want this or this cost too much and its only good for a few months!" He feels that if it were free, people would enjoy buying books and want to go to school a lot more. Nice chap he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Youth Group is up and coming and I'm looking forward to spending another year with the kids in Senior High. I'm also glad to hear that Jenni will be helping out too. Very much needed as so many of last years leaders are just not returning this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I have a painful cut on the bottom of my foot and I fear it may have gotten infected because the color is not looking too pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I have a dream. That men of all kinds can walk this earth without the excruciating feelings of chaffage. Fight the power boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Indianapolis Colts are 2-0-0 to start the season off, which means they are off to a great start to defending their SuperBowl title. I also would like to add that I love Marvin Harrison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. My parents are going to Ontario in a few days for a week so I will be alone with Matt and Linds for a while which  will be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I really, really, really want a ping pong table again and after walking by some guys playing in Risley Hall I have been craving it like a chubster craves MacDonalds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Arrested Development and Radiohead are growing me more and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Men cannot and will not ever have babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I'm going to go watch Seinfeld and do some reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667741075850611035-7054630934210315489?l=ryguyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/7054630934210315489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667741075850611035&amp;postID=7054630934210315489' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/7054630934210315489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/7054630934210315489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/2007/09/coming-off-of-hibernation.html' title='Coming off of hibernation'/><author><name>RyGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272856932555449148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667741075850611035.post-6310153565389686184</id><published>2007-08-31T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T11:57:56.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Malagash Bible Camp Entry 7</title><content type='html'>3-5 week, probably my hardest week to go through this summer. It was both mentally and physically draining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was counselling with Arthur Jeffersen this week, a fine lad whom I found really it easy to work with. The kids I had were named Brendan, Zach, Noah, Micah, Dylan, Jacob and Matt. They were great kids. Directing this week was Jordan and later accompanied by his sister Bethany. Speaking was Peter Mathieson from Alberta and accompanying him was Jan Soltek, both guys were awesome and really helped make the week go by well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was the hottest of any week of the summer, hands down. This week Jordan brought Medieval Ages to life which really helped in getting the kids in the mood for the chapel skit, which was set in Medieval times. Our cabin was called Galderland. In the words of Micah "Galderland shall wule them all!". Michah definitly provided a lot of laughs for the cabin and camp this week with his infamous statement "Awthur youw supposse'd to be gawding the piwon!". Really funny kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabin devos were a challenge this week. At such a young age I find it hard to really open up to the kids in a way that'll get through to them. They listened well as I told them stories from the Bible and I don't know if any one of them was changed this week but I do feel that God's presence was shown this week. Peter spoke about Samuel and Joshua and taught the kids they can do great things despite their age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few memories I have of this week were watching Noah Bush's face after the slip and slide. Just priceless. Dancing to Rammstein in the cabin with the guys at night. Watching Noah's expression on his face after seeing the money that Tooth Fairy Christianne put under his pillow the day after his tooth fell out. Micah's random outbursts of Medieval chants. Brendan attacking my fan at night thinking it was a giant moth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my not so fond memories was my unfortunate first night in Tatamagouche. Coming out of chapel thursday night, I felt really dizzy. I noticed walking towards the bridge, I was walking diagonally. Getting closer to the lodge I told Josh I felt really weird. I kindof collapsed there and Anna came running over. I was helped over to the nurses station where I layed down and started shaking a little bit. I was freaked out. Julia came in like an angel and prayed over me, giving me comforting words. I'll never forget the kindness she showed me. They decided I should go to the hospital immediately so Chris and Anna sped me over there. When I got there the Dr. Glasgow told me I was simply under heat exhaustion and that I had to stay the night. Let me tell you, the night wasnt the best. I had an old man in the bed next to me who was grumpy and wouldnt take his pants off to put on his Johnny shirt, the nurses were snarky as they wouldnt let Anna take in Julias note for me and the food was horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all I got back safe and sound and it was a great week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gawderland shall wule them all" -Micah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667741075850611035-6310153565389686184?l=ryguyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/6310153565389686184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667741075850611035&amp;postID=6310153565389686184' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/6310153565389686184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/6310153565389686184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/2007/08/malagash-bible-camp-entry-7.html' title='Malagash Bible Camp Entry 7'/><author><name>RyGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272856932555449148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667741075850611035.post-2457158089833341150</id><published>2007-08-29T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T15:33:52.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strawberry Fields Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_--lPYmDTdhc/RtX0SGvrSuI/AAAAAAAAAEA/PzE7-zEnK8k/s1600-h/straw5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104254344579730146" style="FLOAT: right; 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Anyways on with the reflections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I last left off at the end of Junior Teens 1. The end of this week went awry because I didn't say goodbye to any of my campers. They pretty much vanished into thin air before I could give them a high five or a heartfelt hug. This was when I made a bet with Jenni that I could say goodbye to more campers then her in the weeks to come. Nevertheless the week ended. The next day nothing huge was planned. A few of us weren't coming back so the next day those of us who were around decided to head into Tatamagouche to pick strawberries. Getting there we all figured to buy maybe 1 or 2 boxes but we ended up buying 2 flats full. We're crazy. Theres pics on facebook and one on Jennis blog of just how many berries there were. I think me and Chris ate more then we picked that day but one can only pick so many. In the words of John Lennon, "Strawberry fields forever" Amen to that. Before heading back to Malagash we decided to head into the grocery store for some Angel Food Cake to make a scrumptious dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really craving some sushi at this point so being the townie I am, I asked the manager if there was any around. He gave me a perplexed look and shrugged "No".  I was fairly disappointed but I trudged on. Before we got back to Malagash we decided to head into the Menonite bakery where we got some Ginger Beer, Cookies, Lime Soda, Cherry Soda, etc. The women were even kind enough to give us free rolls of bread. I liked those people, very kind. Upon the way to Malagash I decided to finally take a trip to the Salt Museum to indulge my mind a little bit with some good ol History. Unfortunately the Museum closes at 5 and it was 6 at the time so I felt sad and started walking home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my surprise a little kitten decided to follow me back. I tried shooing him away but it was persistent. I tried running but it ran too. I finally decided I'd like the company and walked back with it as my new friend. I think it got tired after a while so I carried him for a while. Getting back to the camp I noticed that this little feller was sick as nails with big goop in his eyes. Sick! Plus because it was in this condition I wasn't allowed to cut strawberries. Fed up with being unable to do stuff, me and Luke took the kitten back to the Museum. When I say this I meant we drove back to the museum, chucked the kitty out the window and sped away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We got back to Malagash, hung out a bit and had our supper of strawberries and chicken shishkabobs. The girls dressed up nice and the guys did too. After this we all just crashed for a while before having an epic reading of Horse and his Boy before nodding off to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great day before the week that lay ahead and my impending trip to Tadie Hospital on the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryguy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667741075850611035-702165835260213603?l=ryguyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/702165835260213603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667741075850611035&amp;postID=702165835260213603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/702165835260213603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/702165835260213603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/2007/08/malagash-bible-camp-entry-6.html' title='Malagash Bible Camp Entry 6'/><author><name>RyGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272856932555449148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667741075850611035.post-2851787148952248168</id><published>2007-08-28T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T17:28:14.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Greek Staff Names</title><content type='html'>Jonathan Briggins: Hairus Curlius Aloicious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris Bryant: Pianus No Shirtus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan Draper: Cornelius I Peeus Anywhersus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke Bruce: Tuckus Ecuadorious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh MacIsaac: Maximus Creativityus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Howitt: Fixus Buildus Mini Jimsus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia Churchill: Singus a Songus Julius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley Bryden: Colorful Shirtus et Maximo Laughus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki Church: Sweetus Laughus a Everythingus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni Richard: Pinchus ma Bumus et Big Grandes Smilus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill Pole: Likus C.S Lewis et Narnius Alotus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna Howitt: Bigus Scarius Facus Ius Ever Seenus mais Bigus Heartus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian Hill: Sarcastimus No Hairus on the Legsus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elaine Hill: Sweetus Heartus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667741075850611035-2851787148952248168?l=ryguyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/2851787148952248168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667741075850611035&amp;postID=2851787148952248168' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/2851787148952248168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/2851787148952248168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/2007/08/greek-staff-names.html' title='Greek Staff Names'/><author><name>RyGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272856932555449148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667741075850611035.post-5896548426390131524</id><published>2007-08-27T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T10:44:22.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Malagash Bible Camp Entry 5</title><content type='html'>Junior Teens 1, the first full week of the summer and my very first cabin as a Senior Counsellor with a Junior Counselor under me (I was with Jordan at Beginners). This week I had the pleasure of being with Caleb Howitt, a fine lad whom I've grown to be good friends with over the past couple of months. In my cabin I had a great group of young men named Alex, Corey, Matt, Kevin, Cameron and Parker. Half of them go to my youth group at Grace Chapel so it wasn't hard getting to know them at all. Directing this week was Laura Boyce and speaking was Matt Walsh. They did an outstanding job, everything went by smoothly and it was just an awesome week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really remember there being a lot of memorable moments this week, some of the things I remember happening was me being able to create Luke an epic cartoon strip in his facebook, Kevin Power requesting to the Worship Team to ask me to sing with them because he overheard my voice at the campfire singalong and thought I was terrific. I remember taking on my boys in a 6 on 1 pillowfight in my cabin, where I destroyed the snot out of them and almost gave Alex a concussion, i was just in the zone and couldnt be stopped. I also remember me and my boys taking on cabin 5 in an elimination type game involving socks being pulled off our feet in order to be eliminated. Heading into it cabin 5 felt confident that they would defeat us but our guys bonded together by brotherhoodness, stuck it to the man and took the larger boys down. We felt like Spartan warriors  all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite memory has to be the Mission Impossible game we played thursday night. Caleb went out to be a flashlighter and I was with the cabin. We decided to take a route through the woods next to the baseball fence but we got kindof lost in the dark. We then stumbled upon an underground tunnel. Not knowing where it would take us we decided to plunge into it. I say plunge because it had rained earlier that night and the water was up to our shins. It took us 15 mins to go through because we had very little light and no sign of our quarry. We made it through eventually but were quickly caught by passerbyers. Heading back to the lodge we realized steam was coming off our bodies! It was awesome! We totally lost the game but my guys were estatic we went through such an endeavor as the tunnel. A memory that'll last with me for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junior Teens 1 was a really great spiritual week too. All my guys opened up and shared some really great things from their hearts. It was my first week leading devotions and I really felt that God was working through me, giving me the wisdom and intelligence to say the right words and open up about my walk in life. There were some days I went into the cabin not really sure what to talk about but God was with me in those moments and he provided for me. I felt really blessed this week not only to have such a great cabin but to have felt Gods hand upon me in my first week as a Senior Counsellor in such a leaderly role.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next post is about the week that followed, the strawberry picking weekend fiesta and the visit to the Menonite Bakery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryguy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667741075850611035-5896548426390131524?l=ryguyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/5896548426390131524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667741075850611035&amp;postID=5896548426390131524' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/5896548426390131524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/5896548426390131524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/2007/08/malagash-bible-camp-entry-5.html' title='Malagash Bible Camp Entry 5'/><author><name>RyGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272856932555449148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667741075850611035.post-1767737429879132253</id><published>2007-08-25T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T10:57:53.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Malagash Bible Camp Entry 4</title><content type='html'>Beginners Week went well, camp was finally in the full swing of things and to celebrate this joyous occasion, the staff traveled to PEI for the day. We were headed to a friends of Josh's to do some horsebackriding at his farm. On the way up, we stopped at the little village off the bridge to meet up with Dave. It was fun going through the various tourist traps, museums, etc. One funny memory I have is me and Luke getting a picture with a plastic cow, Karens cowboy hat that I wore and buying 2Litres of chocolate milk and drinking the whole thing. I said at the time "NEVER AGAIN" but right about now I could go for one. One big mistake i made on this day was that I was wearing kleets, no sandals for an entire day. i still don't know what i was thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, so off we went to the farm. When we arrived we met Mitch and he showed us around. Introduced us to his horses Prince and i forget the other ones name. Also there were cats everywhere you looked which made Jill really happy. I think out of everyone there I was the most eager to ride the big horses. it was fun trotting around the back pasture. to pass the time we threw work gloves all balled up as footballs to eachother and tried to whip the person closest to us. after this we decided to go swimming down at the coast. not all of us went and few of us had bathing suits...actually it was just me who didnt have one so i had to wear my pants in. ah well. me and Josh made an interesting discovery, that if you run circles around the water you can make a whirpool, thus making the water a little warmer. when we got out we headed to someones house that from the inside looked like the front deck of a ship. it was sweet. embarassing story happened here, me and Josh were changing upstairs, there were no rooms up there just stairs leading to a flat floor. we decided to change regardless and before we did we told Jenni to not let anyone up. Apparently she didnt do her job well and Anna came up the stairs, and let me just say i'm glad shes a nurse, so it wasnt that awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this we left the ship house to head into town to find some icecream, we walked around the boardwalk, went into an exquisite chocolate shop, and finally found some icecream where Luke willingly offered to buy penniless me some icecream. after this we all decided to head out to an amusement park where we played mini golf. i was the unfortunate one who they decided to try and hit me with the ball in order to receive a dollar from Sarah. it was a fun round we played. before this me Jenni and Luke found a little playground with a spinny ride contraption that i got freaking sick on after a couple spins. spinny rides are my worst enemy yet i decided to jump anyways, still dont know why i did it. anyways, after golf Briggins and Dave and Joshs friends chose to go kart before we left. it was funny watching them go, the look of Mitch's face was priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this we all decided to have some food, Me, Jill, Luke and Nikki or was it Ashley, i forget went out to Subway, brought it back out to this amazing playground, at an elementary school. good subs they were. after this everyone came about and we played like little kids for a good hour. it would've been awesome to play grounders on that thing. after this we said our goodbyes and headed back home. the ride back consisted of making a top 10 list of fruits we love. it was a good ride back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thats the story of our trip to PEI. The week that followed was Junior Teens 1, my favorite camp week of the summer and I'll tell you all about it in the next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667741075850611035-1767737429879132253?l=ryguyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/1767737429879132253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667741075850611035&amp;postID=1767737429879132253' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/1767737429879132253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/1767737429879132253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/2007/08/malagash-bible-camp-entry-4.html' title='Malagash Bible Camp Entry 4'/><author><name>RyGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272856932555449148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667741075850611035.post-3053012217188918306</id><published>2007-08-24T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T12:29:01.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A break from Malagash posts</title><content type='html'>I thought today I'd just write about a few funny things I've encountered or noticed or am willling to confess over the past 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am scared of audio tapes and the dark. The past couple of nights I've listened to Narnia in my bed. Because the dark plays tricks with my mind, I make sure I have 3 big blankets on, totally sealed off any visible part of the room and suffocate myself while doing so. This way I can't be touched by anything outside the zone of my bed. True story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sam Merrell is over this week and he just destroyed my bathroom. Nice guy though, we went for a walk yesterday and today he bought me a Dikembe Mutombo Mplondo Wakumba Jean Jaques Wamatumbo jersey. &lt;-----his actual name, don't believe me, look it up on Wikipedia. I'll miss the young lad when he goes back to the island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. School starts in a little less than 2 weeks and I'm excited and anxious to get it going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My Mom and me just played a game of War, 21 and Gin Rummy, excellent card games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I just hit homerun number 54 with David Ortiz on my MLB 05 game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I want to go biking today but its raining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I miss Lukes handstands, Annas crazy monster face, seeing Chris's buttocks everyday, discussing Flint Churchill with Josh, laughing randomly with Ashley, sharing Fantasy Football insights with Jonathan, contemplating philosophy with Jordan, stall parties with James, getting pinched by the Jules, playing beach volleyball with Jill, laughing about who knows what with Nikki and enjoying the most social part of the day with Jenni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Jim MacCallaughs famous "Don't think, just do" statement is in Narnia, spoken by Lucy in Prince Caspian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I think I'm becoming a Radiohead fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I'm hanging with my Dad tonight, we're playing pool and watching the new movie,"War".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667741075850611035-3053012217188918306?l=ryguyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/3053012217188918306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667741075850611035&amp;postID=3053012217188918306' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/3053012217188918306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/3053012217188918306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/2007/08/break-from-malagash-posts.html' title='A break from Malagash posts'/><author><name>RyGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272856932555449148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667741075850611035.post-1762471944133392622</id><published>2007-08-23T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T17:14:19.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Malagash Bible Camp Entry 3</title><content type='html'>"Jesus wouldnt hurt us with a hook so why would you Captain Hook?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That quote has haunted me for the past couple of months. I'll explain how it happened a little later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Beginners week, the first week, well more like a half week began at the start of July. It was my first cabin ever as a Senior Counsellor so it was very cool. I had some really sweet kids, some rambunctious and rowdy but altogether good kids. Little Jacob, Isaac, Cute as can be Christian, James and how could i forget, Suliman. It was a good 3 days, the kids had a great time and it was fun getting things rolling. Anna was the speaker that week and she did really great, she was clear, organized and God really helped her connect her with the kids. Chris directed and did an excellent job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont have too many memories from this week except for the epic game of Fairy Tale Creatures, the day that'll stick with me for a long time. Well the story goes, myself, Josh and Ashley were villains who were supposed to run around the camp trying to ensnare the little ones precious diamonds that they received from the good fairy tale creatures. I had the privledge of being Captain Hook, Josh was Sheer Kahn and Ashely was Cruella de Ville. Luke was Robin Hood and I can remember him giving little Christian his bow, making him the happiest camper I've seen ever. Briggins was Tarzan and I remember hearing about how Suliman freaked at the sight of a three quarter naked blond haired man in Cabin 6. Julia was the dashing Cinderella, Jill was Tinkerbell, and I think the other girls and Chris/Jordan were running with the campers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways the game went well, all were having fun, that is until I found Jenni's cabin, I chased them quite a lot during this game so Jenni concocted a most evil plan. She told the girls to give me a biblical guilt trip. So what happened was I came upon the girls and the tiniest girl in the group turned around and said in a petite voice "Captain Hook, do u know a guy named Jesus? He would never attack us with a sword so why would you?" This was followed up by crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you know that never before has my heart shrunk so small. I froze, and slunked back to the anchor where i remained heartbroken the rest of the night. To my joy, I found the girls were not totally mortified and forgot about the trauma that had happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's my favorite story from Beginners week. I'll write about the weekend in PEI that followed and the sweet week of Junior Teens 1 that followed it up in my next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667741075850611035-1762471944133392622?l=ryguyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/1762471944133392622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667741075850611035&amp;postID=1762471944133392622' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/1762471944133392622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/1762471944133392622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/2007/08/malagash-bible-camp-entry-3.html' title='Malagash Bible Camp Entry 3'/><author><name>RyGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272856932555449148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667741075850611035.post-3157022099918162772</id><published>2007-08-22T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T08:36:31.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Malagash Bible Camp Entry 2</title><content type='html'>Just to let you guys know, I'm not going to put pics up because you can access them so much easier on facebook. plus I dont have any pics of my own to put up because i only took mental pics all summer which i'll tell you about in the following entry series. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, training week was awesome, a few more fond memories came to my head over the past few nights, like the time me and Chris had a balance log fight in the woods, making epic poems, like "Whisper and Manipulate" on the kitchen fridge with Lukes magnet words. There was Son Castle Faire practice time where Stuart, Cornelius, Rosemary, Nadine and our Heralds (Jenni and Nikki) came to be. Then there was our fun filled work days where we'd do all kinds of stuff. Memories like me and Jenni being LATHARGIC (best word) by throwing rocks at a stick standing up in a rock pile, me splashing paint all over my clothes whilst painting the bball nets, the game me and Josh invented that Brian wasn't too fond of, Briggins being made into a girl....still haunts me to this day seeing those pics, Nikki projecting broccoli into the air at the dinner table, manly man Chris without his shirt on during work hours, pulling tree after tree outta the forest, the gophers me and Julia spotted and later shotgunned by James....the bear that stared me down the first day of camp behind the white picket fence, thankfully scared away by Jenni and her parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S'all I can remember for now, anyways the week after, Alice Housing Camp was cancelled to the dismay of the staff, so we had an extra couple of days until the Beginners Camp began. We spent them pretty much the same way we spent the week before, just having fun, studying Gods word, and getting prepped up for the weeks ahead. Josh told us during these days that we'd be going up to PEI for a day to do some horsebackriding and such. I don't know about everyone else but I was pumped to ride on a horse for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll begin the next post with the beginners week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667741075850611035-3157022099918162772?l=ryguyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/3157022099918162772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667741075850611035&amp;postID=3157022099918162772' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/3157022099918162772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/3157022099918162772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/2007/08/malagash-bible-camp-entry-2.html' title='Malagash Bible Camp Entry 2'/><author><name>RyGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272856932555449148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667741075850611035.post-6148201098025279424</id><published>2007-08-20T15:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T16:14:01.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Malagash Bible Camp, entry 1</title><content type='html'>I just returned from my summer at Malagash Bible Camp. Heading into it I didn't know what to expect, questions like "How will God use me?" and "Will I be able to do the things he's called me to do?" were floating around my head. Needless to say I doubted myself and bottled up my feelings of worry and distress. Throughout the summer, God definitly revealed himself to me. He taught me how to come to him for help, for comfort and rely on him for confidence and wisdom. He showed me how to focus, how to spend time on things that matter, to take advantage of the day and not wait for something bad to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer I learned a lot about God, about people and about myself. I made new friendships, established relationships and had many opportunities to share my love of Christ with others. I saw God work his way into the hearts of kids and the staff at Malagash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a summer of memories, laughs, and really awesome experiences. It would take too long to talk about everything that went on this summer so I'll just talk about a few things that happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Training Week&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It seems like yesterday that the staff got together for the first time. I arrived the day before it all began with Julia and we had a grand time making supper, swimming and getting settled in. Jenni came a little later that evening and we had fun oggling through her highschool yearbook. The next day, the staff arrived one by one. Chris, Luke, Jonathan, James, Jordan, Josh, Anna, Karen (Jill), Nikki and Ashley. Training week went pretty smoothly. We'd all wake up, have breakfast, have a morning worship/study then have time to either practice drama, worship, etc. Then it was yard work with James or Jim MacCallaugh Junior. The days were filled with hauling logs, painting, setting up things, etc. At nights we would practice our full time skit which I'll get to a little later. After that we'd just hang out and enjoy one anothers company. One night I taught ballroom dancing to the staff and other nights we played Mario Kart/Party, some times we would read Narnia or just sit around and chat. All in all it was a really great week, just getting to know everyone a little better and meet new friends. One of my favorite memories of training week was when we all went down to Pugwash to watch a fireworks display, enjoy some music (Can't you see, can't you see, what that woman's been doin to me?) you FTS know what I mean. we also took pics next to a playground, i found a kitty and briggins almost got left behind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I"ll talk more about this week and others in this Malagash series of posts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cheers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667741075850611035-6148201098025279424?l=ryguyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/6148201098025279424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667741075850611035&amp;postID=6148201098025279424' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/6148201098025279424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/6148201098025279424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/2007/08/malagash-bible-camp-entry-1.html' title='Malagash Bible Camp, entry 1'/><author><name>RyGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272856932555449148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667741075850611035.post-1515294077514338487</id><published>2007-06-19T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T10:39:27.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Suggestion</title><content type='html'>If you're ever in the mood for a really great book and are one of those people who love epic drama, violent, romantic, swashbuckling, mysterious, long journey type books, then I highly recommend you to purchase the novel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Sword of Shannara. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The author Terry Brooks has been hailed as the biggest author of fantasy novels (next to the great J.R.R Tolkien of course). He's written a wide variety of books but his biggest success comes from the Shannara series. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The book is 700 pages long and is glorious from the first sentance to the last. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_--lPYmDTdhc/RngUsQQHhRI/AAAAAAAAADA/8DEdUC6bIL0/s1600-h/shannara.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077831330369602834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_--lPYmDTdhc/RngUsQQHhRI/AAAAAAAAADA/8DEdUC6bIL0/s400/shannara.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I loved it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ry&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/6667741075850611035-1515294077514338487?l=ryguyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/1515294077514338487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667741075850611035&amp;postID=1515294077514338487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/1515294077514338487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/1515294077514338487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/2007/06/book-suggestion.html' title='Book Suggestion'/><author><name>RyGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272856932555449148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_--lPYmDTdhc/RngUsQQHhRI/AAAAAAAAADA/8DEdUC6bIL0/s72-c/shannara.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667741075850611035.post-7852953260230428675</id><published>2007-06-17T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T12:18:23.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 more days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_--lPYmDTdhc/RnWI6QQHhQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/z9hK3dXoPhQ/s1600-h/106_4322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077114689306461442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_--lPYmDTdhc/RnWI6QQHhQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/z9hK3dXoPhQ/s400/106_4322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6 days and I'll be off to Malagash for the summer. Just waiting impatiently now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667741075850611035-7852953260230428675?l=ryguyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/7852953260230428675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667741075850611035&amp;postID=7852953260230428675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/7852953260230428675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/7852953260230428675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/2007/06/6-more-days.html' title='6 more days'/><author><name>RyGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272856932555449148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_--lPYmDTdhc/RnWI6QQHhQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/z9hK3dXoPhQ/s72-c/106_4322.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667741075850611035.post-4734447196890428699</id><published>2007-06-16T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T07:16:18.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The June Bug- The insect that defines Evil</title><content type='html'>Without a doubt the sickest thing in the world. I've never cared for insects that much, except for the harmless, nice looking ones. But Junebugs are like having a nightmare, waking up, and realizing the nightmare is still going on. I've encountered a few of these beasts many times over the past few weeeks, at Julias where it was unceremoniously dropped on my shirt, at Briggins where there was an army swarming around his front porch and most recently, a bug the size of Kansas just waiting for me on my front door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Step aside Dorothy, lions, tigers and bears got nothing on Junebugs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_--lPYmDTdhc/RnPwgAQHhPI/AAAAAAAAACw/bt8pszmpsmU/s1600-h/junebug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076665637590762738" style="CURSOR: hand" height="239" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_--lPYmDTdhc/RnPwgAQHhPI/AAAAAAAAACw/bt8pszmpsmU/s400/junebug.jpg" width="326" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This should be the reality of all Junebugs, and that is there is no reality, they should be nonexistant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667741075850611035-4734447196890428699?l=ryguyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/4734447196890428699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667741075850611035&amp;postID=4734447196890428699' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/4734447196890428699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/4734447196890428699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/2007/06/june-bug-insect-that-defines-evil.html' title='The June Bug- The insect that defines Evil'/><author><name>RyGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272856932555449148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_--lPYmDTdhc/RnPwgAQHhPI/AAAAAAAAACw/bt8pszmpsmU/s72-c/junebug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667741075850611035.post-2062948250481746865</id><published>2007-06-12T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T06:49:19.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a biking i do go.</title><content type='html'>a little while ago i decided that I need to start exercising a lot more so I took up bike riding. I live next to the Trans Canada Trail and it is just awesome to cruise down. the other day I biked 70k out to a place called Todds Point. It felt like paradise out there. just me, a huge lake with mountains in the distance and my sweet orange bike. it was awesome and I hope to show other people in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667741075850611035-2062948250481746865?l=ryguyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/2062948250481746865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667741075850611035&amp;postID=2062948250481746865' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/2062948250481746865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/2062948250481746865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/2007/06/biking-i-do-go.html' title='a biking i do go.'/><author><name>RyGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272856932555449148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667741075850611035.post-8867086886959041140</id><published>2007-06-03T17:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T17:25:02.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heading to camp soon</title><content type='html'>3 weeks from today, I'll be heading up to Malagash for my training week. Then it's off to the races as they say. Im excited yet nervous as I've never been away from home this long. I'm really glad my partner in crime Briggins is going to be there with me.  Its crazy because around 2 or 3 years ago you couldnt get me to even think about going to camp and now I'm working there full time. I truly feel Gods called me to work there again this summer and I know he'll use me in ways beyond my wildest expectations. Right now I feel like a ball of clay and I can't wait to see how God is going to mold me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667741075850611035-8867086886959041140?l=ryguyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/8867086886959041140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667741075850611035&amp;postID=8867086886959041140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/8867086886959041140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/8867086886959041140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/2007/06/heading-to-camp-soon.html' title='Heading to camp soon'/><author><name>RyGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272856932555449148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667741075850611035.post-1052699908803289043</id><published>2007-05-31T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T15:42:44.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mona Christopher</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_--lPYmDTdhc/Rl9PO3pLc4I/AAAAAAAAACo/cGEyPgJ5wj0/s1600-h/Mona+Christopher.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070858822315897730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_--lPYmDTdhc/Rl9PO3pLc4I/AAAAAAAAACo/cGEyPgJ5wj0/s400/Mona+Christopher.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;need I say more? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667741075850611035-1052699908803289043?l=ryguyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/1052699908803289043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667741075850611035&amp;postID=1052699908803289043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/1052699908803289043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/1052699908803289043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/2007/05/mona-christopher.html' title='Mona Christopher'/><author><name>RyGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272856932555449148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_--lPYmDTdhc/Rl9PO3pLc4I/AAAAAAAAACo/cGEyPgJ5wj0/s72-c/Mona+Christopher.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667741075850611035.post-5312777729373575518</id><published>2007-05-30T15:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T15:44:14.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>back to the blog</title><content type='html'>so yeah, i've been gone for over a month so let me elaborate on what went down in that time period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left for Sean and Ruth's a little over a month ago. It was just a great time, being able to hang out with my Big brother and now new sister. I spent most of my time playing video games, eating sandwhiches, discussing lost, going for long walks and talks. I also went up to Northern Ontario for a few days to visit with Ruth's family. The only bad part about my trip was the 26 hour train ride up there and the 26 hour ride down. The way up I had to sit with a family who was going to Bombay, they had 5 little kids and they weren't happy being on the train either. And to finish it off, my bag didn't arrive home with me but came the next day to my great relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then I've been working it up at Empire which I can't wait to finally quit (3 years of being there) in a few weeks as I get ready to go to Malagash this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past few weeks I've spent my days hanging around with various friends, Dave, Julia and of course my right hand man Briggins. The other day I went swimming with the Churchills and Luke Docksteader in what was a freakin freezing cold swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thats it for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667741075850611035-5312777729373575518?l=ryguyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/5312777729373575518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667741075850611035&amp;postID=5312777729373575518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/5312777729373575518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/5312777729373575518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/2007/05/back-to-blog.html' title='back to the blog'/><author><name>RyGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272856932555449148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667741075850611035.post-5713117818971583981</id><published>2007-04-13T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T11:37:01.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>University Phase 1 Complete</title><content type='html'>Well I finished the school year Wednesday and let me tell you it was quite the adventure. I never read so many books in my entire life. In total I went through 74 pieces of literature! Crazyness but I'm glad I did it. This year was an eye opener, i.e I saw how people can change so easily because of what they read or what they're taught. I saw people change their entire lifestyles just so they could fit in with a bunch of party ers. I also learned how much I need to depend on God in such an overwhelming world because it can literally tear people apart. This year changed me for the better and although I am estatic about being off school for 5 months, I'm looking forward to another year of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667741075850611035-5713117818971583981?l=ryguyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/5713117818971583981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667741075850611035&amp;postID=5713117818971583981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/5713117818971583981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/5713117818971583981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/2007/04/university-phase-1-complete.html' title='University Phase 1 Complete'/><author><name>RyGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272856932555449148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667741075850611035.post-9073836778466768897</id><published>2007-04-03T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T15:23:42.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All my monkeys</title><content type='html'>For those of you who really know me, you'll already have know that I used to collect stuffed monkeys. And I'm not just talking about a couple here and there but I mean hordes of monkeys. I had at one point in my life, 104 monkeys in total! In my adolescence I also named most of these monkeys after cheeses (to this day I have no clue why). For example I had Grilled Cheese, my first one ever, Mozarella, Swiss, Gouda, White, Marble, Parmesan, Blue, Montery Jack. Then I got creative and switched to weird names like, Stretch, Pinky and Shifty. Also I once had a monkey who was the size of my sister, (she was 7 or 8 at the time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I had a lot of monkeys, I loved them and they loved me. If you're not convinced, ask Briggins for pictures.  We used to play hockey with them. Teams and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667741075850611035-9073836778466768897?l=ryguyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/9073836778466768897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667741075850611035&amp;postID=9073836778466768897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/9073836778466768897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/9073836778466768897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/2007/04/all-my-monkeys.html' title='All my monkeys'/><author><name>RyGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272856932555449148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667741075850611035.post-8109944387965791547</id><published>2007-03-30T12:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T12:19:35.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow I press the mouse too many times</title><content type='html'>I apologize for the confusion in the 5 posts that are the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667741075850611035-8109944387965791547?l=ryguyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/8109944387965791547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667741075850611035&amp;postID=8109944387965791547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/8109944387965791547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/8109944387965791547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/2007/03/wow-i-press-mouse-too-many-times.html' title='Wow I press the mouse too many times'/><author><name>RyGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272856932555449148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667741075850611035.post-9030867552542682035</id><published>2007-03-30T12:13:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T12:18:38.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Connections</title><content type='html'>Ever heard the saying if you know someone then that person knows someone who knows someone else and so on...,all the way to someone like the Pope! People are connected this way and I just find it baffling. Facebook has shown me many connections lately. For example I know Briggins, he knows a guy named Fahad who knows a guy named Gerard who knows a friend of mine named Mark Andre. C'est tres magnifique je pense est je ne sais pas pourquoi les connections a passe comme ca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667741075850611035-9030867552542682035?l=ryguyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/9030867552542682035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667741075850611035&amp;postID=9030867552542682035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/9030867552542682035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/9030867552542682035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/2007/03/connections_2227.html' title='Connections'/><author><name>RyGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272856932555449148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667741075850611035.post-1044616582508710992</id><published>2007-03-30T12:13:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T12:18:37.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Connections</title><content type='html'>Ever heard the saying if you know someone then that person knows someone who knows someone else and so on...,all the way to someone like the Pope! People are connected this way and I just find it baffling. Facebook has shown me many connections lately. For example I know Briggins, he knows a guy named Fahad who knows a guy named Gerard who knows a friend of mine named Mark Andre. C'est tres magnifique je pense est je ne sais pas pourquoi les connections a passe comme ca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667741075850611035-1044616582508710992?l=ryguyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/1044616582508710992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667741075850611035&amp;postID=1044616582508710992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/1044616582508710992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/1044616582508710992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/2007/03/connections_2827.html' title='Connections'/><author><name>RyGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272856932555449148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667741075850611035.post-3547094648714632319</id><published>2007-03-30T12:13:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T12:18:27.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Connections</title><content type='html'>Ever heard the saying if you know someone then that person knows someone who knows someone else and so on...,all the way to someone like the Pope! People are connected this way and I just find it baffling. Facebook has shown me many connections lately. For example I know Briggins, he knows a guy named Fahad who knows a guy named Gerard who knows a friend of mine named Mark Andre. C'est tres magnifique je pense est je ne sais pas pourquoi les connections a passe comme ca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667741075850611035-3547094648714632319?l=ryguyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/3547094648714632319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667741075850611035&amp;postID=3547094648714632319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/3547094648714632319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/3547094648714632319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/2007/03/connections_9874.html' title='Connections'/><author><name>RyGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272856932555449148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667741075850611035.post-4685205610532251206</id><published>2007-03-30T12:13:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T12:18:25.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Connections</title><content type='html'>Ever heard the saying if you know someone then that person knows someone who knows someone else and so on...,all the way to someone like the Pope! People are connected this way and I just find it baffling. Facebook has shown me many connections lately. For example I know Briggins, he knows a guy named Fahad who knows a guy named Gerard who knows a friend of mine named Mark Andre. C'est tres magnifique je pense est je ne sais pas pourquoi les connections a passe comme ca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667741075850611035-4685205610532251206?l=ryguyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/4685205610532251206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667741075850611035&amp;postID=4685205610532251206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/4685205610532251206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/4685205610532251206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/2007/03/connections_2166.html' title='Connections'/><author><name>RyGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272856932555449148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667741075850611035.post-6317185377231162704</id><published>2007-03-30T12:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T12:18:23.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Connections</title><content type='html'>Ever heard the saying if you know someone then that person knows someone who knows someone else and so on...,all the way to someone like the Pope! People are connected this way and I just find it baffling. Facebook has shown me many connections lately. For example I know Briggins, he knows a guy named Fahad who knows a guy named Gerard who knows a friend of mine named Mark Andre. C'est tres magnifique je pense est je ne sais pas pourquoi les connections a passe comme ca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667741075850611035-6317185377231162704?l=ryguyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/6317185377231162704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667741075850611035&amp;postID=6317185377231162704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/6317185377231162704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/6317185377231162704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/2007/03/connections_30.html' title='Connections'/><author><name>RyGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272856932555449148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667741075850611035.post-2685084583447484910</id><published>2007-03-30T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T12:18:21.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Connections</title><content type='html'>Ever heard the saying if you know someone then that person knows someone who knows someone else and so on...,all the way to someone like the Pope! People are connected this way and I just find it baffling. Facebook has shown me many connections lately. For example I know Briggins, he knows a guy named Fahad who knows a guy named Gerard who knows a friend of mine named Mark Andre. C'est tres magnifique je pense est je ne sais pas pourquoi les connections a passe comme ca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667741075850611035-2685084583447484910?l=ryguyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/2685084583447484910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667741075850611035&amp;postID=2685084583447484910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/2685084583447484910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/2685084583447484910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/2007/03/connections.html' title='Connections'/><author><name>RyGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272856932555449148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667741075850611035.post-3103828463868291191</id><published>2007-03-28T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T18:26:14.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another challenge</title><content type='html'>if u didn't like the first one then heres another, using every letter of the alphabet in order make a story using only word for each letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Crisp&lt;br /&gt;Day&lt;br /&gt;Ernesto&lt;br /&gt;Found&lt;br /&gt;Gold.&lt;br /&gt;He&lt;br /&gt;Idiotically&lt;br /&gt;Jogged&lt;br /&gt;.......................u know what this is too hard. my hats off to anyone who can actually make a legible story with the alphabet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667741075850611035-3103828463868291191?l=ryguyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/3103828463868291191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667741075850611035&amp;postID=3103828463868291191' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/3103828463868291191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/3103828463868291191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/2007/03/another-challenge.html' title='Another challenge'/><author><name>RyGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272856932555449148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667741075850611035.post-7055938559551987637</id><published>2007-03-27T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T08:53:27.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Challenge for my fellow Bloggers</title><content type='html'>I challenge you all to try to list the names of your homeroom teachers starting from primary to grade 12. University has no homeroom teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primary-Ms. Williams&lt;br /&gt;Gr. 1-Ms Hamilton&lt;br /&gt;Gr. 2-Mrs Friday&lt;br /&gt;Gr 3-Ms. Hill&lt;br /&gt;Gr 4-Mrs Dauphinee&lt;br /&gt;Gr 5-Mrs Sladen Reyner/Mr. Kane&lt;br /&gt;Gr 6-Mrs Sladen Reyner&lt;br /&gt;Gr 7-Mme Matheson&lt;br /&gt;Gr 8-Mr Boudreau&lt;br /&gt;Gr 9-Mme Chambon-Dias&lt;br /&gt;Gr 10-Mrs Coates/Mr Saab&lt;br /&gt;Gr 11-Ms Johnson/Mr MacEachern&lt;br /&gt;Gr 12-Mr McNair/Mr Penney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667741075850611035-7055938559551987637?l=ryguyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/7055938559551987637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667741075850611035&amp;postID=7055938559551987637' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/7055938559551987637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/7055938559551987637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/2007/03/challenge-for-my-fellow-bloggers.html' title='A Challenge for my fellow Bloggers'/><author><name>RyGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272856932555449148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667741075850611035.post-4762116917014174598</id><published>2007-03-25T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T11:57:11.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 things about me</title><content type='html'>Well taking Jonathans command, I will say a few things about me that most of you might know and may not know. They are all true for some of you who may doubt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-I love to dance, last year I was taking a series of classes where I learned how to Waltz, Jive, Salsa (my favorite), Marangue, (pronounced Ma-rain-gay) and Classical Dance. Let me tell you if theres ever an oppurtunity to dance I will do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-I too played with LEGO, but a lot longer than Briggins did. It wasn't till 2 years ago that I stopped playing with it. Ask my family, I used to create war scenes and battle diagrams with my lego armies and have fierce fights. I stopped playing with it when my now sister Ruth came to live with us and the room I played in became a new bedroom for Matt and Sean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-I want a sword, always have, always will. Not the dinky dollar store ones, but an actual, real, heavy sword. Preferably the kind you see Aragorn wield in Lord of the Rings. A Japanese katana would be sweet too. **I want it to hold, never to use...unless I was called into war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-I have Dart Tournaments in my room, by myself. I create imaginary players with all unique names and throwing abilities and have a good long tournament. I have sheets to prove it. Currently Almasy Reindlich is the reigning champion and Jors Saldan is in second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5-Ping Pong, Football, Baseball, Basketball and Volleyball are my favorite sports. Soccer and me just don't work out and If  you ever see me play you'll know why. I am very worried that my fellow staff members at Malagash won't shun me for this in the staff-camper soccer game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667741075850611035-4762116917014174598?l=ryguyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/4762116917014174598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667741075850611035&amp;postID=4762116917014174598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/4762116917014174598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/4762116917014174598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/2007/03/5-things-about-me.html' title='5 things about me'/><author><name>RyGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272856932555449148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667741075850611035.post-6544960529804068345</id><published>2007-03-23T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T11:46:03.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The GCHA and those who've run the carpet</title><content type='html'>Recently me and Jonathan or what 90% of the world calls Briggins and I thought of a cool idea. For the past several years Grace Chapel has held hockey night periodically through the weeks/months, etc. We thought It'd be cool to try to name all the players we could who have been a part of the GCHA at least once in their lives. Here is my list: *??? means last name unavailable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan McMullen                   Jean Pierre Brien            Kevin ???                           Simon Mandari&lt;br /&gt;Matt McMullen                    Marc Andre Brien           Kyle???                              Jamie???&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan McMullen            Jordan Stephens              James???                          Jeff Ferrand&lt;br /&gt;Sean McMullen                    John Forsythe                  Dennit???                          Tims friend ???&lt;br /&gt;David Briggins                      Johnathan Forsythe         Josh???                            Darryl Cameron&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan Briggins               Jonathan Draper               Ian???                               Chris Musquash&lt;br /&gt;Mark Harris                          Mark Benoit                     Jonny Hartlen                   Steve Green&lt;br /&gt;Dylan Harris                         Jacob Greenslade            Dean ???                             Graeme Higgs&lt;br /&gt;Dylan Wells                           Dan MacEvoy                  Jonnys nameless friend    Matt Walsh&lt;br /&gt;Glenn Leiper                         James Bryant                  Ken Hubley                         Peter Walsh&lt;br /&gt;Tim Leiper                            Mark Gossen                   Ken Jones                            Gary Ward&lt;br /&gt;Nelson Wiebe                        Tom Willlett                     Maureen Jones                   Kevin Jolly&lt;br /&gt;Elden Wiebe                          Tanner ???                      Hudson Trenholm         Scott??, (seans friend&lt;br /&gt;Mitch MacCallum                 David Josey                     Morgan Hodder               Briggins cousin ??&lt;br /&gt;Peter MacCallum                 Jeff Burton                       Chris Cameron                Paul Medeiros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60 I've counted there is also an honorable mention, the guy who poked his head in the gym door and just vanished when I went looking for him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667741075850611035-6544960529804068345?l=ryguyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/6544960529804068345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667741075850611035&amp;postID=6544960529804068345' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/6544960529804068345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/6544960529804068345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/2007/03/gcha-and-those-whove-run-carpet.html' title='The GCHA and those who&apos;ve run the carpet'/><author><name>RyGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272856932555449148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667741075850611035.post-2710772645196209731</id><published>2007-03-11T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T11:10:11.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Got accepted to Camp!</title><content type='html'>As it says in the title I have been given the oppurtunity to serve God at Malagash this summer. Who would've seen this coming. I mean, 5 years ago I basically hated Malagash due to a bad experience I had in Junior High. Even after Senior High Camp although I had a good time I didn't see myself ever coming back, funny how things change. Now I truly feel God calling me to go there and I feel blessed to have the chance. The only thing that gets me down is my bosom buddy Briggins not getting accepted. I was pretty set on him getting on and spending the summer with me but I guess God has other plans for him. Anyways all in all I am really looking forward to this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hero 6 will be coming up soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667741075850611035-2710772645196209731?l=ryguyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/2710772645196209731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667741075850611035&amp;postID=2710772645196209731' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/2710772645196209731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/2710772645196209731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/2007/03/got-accepted-to-camp.html' title='Got accepted to Camp!'/><author><name>RyGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272856932555449148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667741075850611035.post-6608304069707725024</id><published>2007-03-03T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T14:27:35.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hero #5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Heres my 5th hero&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a pretty cool guy, hes the kind of guy you can just look at and tell that he loves his kids. He works very hard all the time and because of that he can give his family a really good life. He's always there to talk to and easy to get along with. He's always up for a game of hockey or catching a late night movie. He's the kind of guy who will make the effort to take your school team to a game and out for ice cream later. He can at times be a big good but at the same time be stern and disciplined. He loves the Lord and loves his family and I love him too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My 5th hero is my good old Dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_--lPYmDTdhc/Ren2OIw2eBI/AAAAAAAAACY/eHyAS0cEk-k/s1600-h/IMG_3098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037828380921591826" style="WIDTH: 328px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" height="213" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_--lPYmDTdhc/Ren2OIw2eBI/AAAAAAAAACY/eHyAS0cEk-k/s320/IMG_3098.JPG" width="457" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6667741075850611035-6608304069707725024?l=ryguyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/6608304069707725024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667741075850611035&amp;postID=6608304069707725024' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/6608304069707725024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/6608304069707725024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/2007/03/hero-5.html' title='Hero #5'/><author><name>RyGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272856932555449148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_--lPYmDTdhc/Ren2OIw2eBI/AAAAAAAAACY/eHyAS0cEk-k/s72-c/IMG_3098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667741075850611035.post-2485710838086102234</id><published>2007-02-22T13:15:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T13:23:20.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hero #4</title><content type='html'>My fourth hero is a man who is flamboyant, has impersonated the Devil, wears sunglasses at night, morning and just about everywhere else. If you guessed Paul Hewson then you're absolutely right. Ok so his stage name is Bono for those of you who dont know. Bono the frontman for U2 and a human rights activist has been on fire as of the past couple of years. From performing in front of sold out audiences to bugging the President to work harder on foreign aid and debt in third world countries. Bono is an inspiration to me not just for his musical prowress but his passion for helping others less fortunate then himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_--lPYmDTdhc/Rd4JoKvZzaI/AAAAAAAAACE/Wxuxaaov6No/s1600-h/Bono.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034472019129388450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_--lPYmDTdhc/Rd4JoKvZzaI/AAAAAAAAACE/Wxuxaaov6No/s320/Bono.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ryan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667741075850611035-2485710838086102234?l=ryguyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/2485710838086102234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667741075850611035&amp;postID=2485710838086102234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/2485710838086102234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/2485710838086102234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/2007/02/hero-4_8341.html' title='Hero #4'/><author><name>RyGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272856932555449148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_--lPYmDTdhc/Rd4JoKvZzaI/AAAAAAAAACE/Wxuxaaov6No/s72-c/Bono.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667741075850611035.post-6231125270427624415</id><published>2007-02-22T13:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T13:23:17.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hero #4</title><content type='html'>My fourth hero is a man who is flamboyant, has impersonated the Devil, wears sunglasses at night, morning and just about everywhere else. If you guessed Paul Hewson then you're absolutely right. Ok so his stage name is Bono for those of you who dont know. Bono the frontman for U2 and a human rights activist has been on fire as of the past couple of years. From performing in front of sold out audiences to bugging the President to work harder on foreign aid and debt in third world countries. Bono is an inspiration to me not just for his musical prowress but his passion for helping others less fortunate then himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_--lPYmDTdhc/Rd4JoKvZzaI/AAAAAAAAACE/Wxuxaaov6No/s1600-h/Bono.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034472019129388450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_--lPYmDTdhc/Rd4JoKvZzaI/AAAAAAAAACE/Wxuxaaov6No/s320/Bono.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ryan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667741075850611035-6231125270427624415?l=ryguyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/6231125270427624415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667741075850611035&amp;postID=6231125270427624415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/6231125270427624415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/6231125270427624415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/2007/02/hero-4_22.html' title='Hero #4'/><author><name>RyGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272856932555449148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_--lPYmDTdhc/Rd4JoKvZzaI/AAAAAAAAACE/Wxuxaaov6No/s72-c/Bono.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667741075850611035.post-8656666057811015510</id><published>2007-02-22T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T13:23:13.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hero #4</title><content type='html'>My fourth hero is a man who is flamboyant, has impersonated the Devil, wears sunglasses at night, morning and just about everywhere else. If you guessed Paul Hewson then you're absolutely right. Ok so his stage name is Bono for those of you who dont know. Bono the frontman for U2 and a human rights activist has been on fire as of the past couple of years. From performing in front of sold out audiences to bugging the President to work harder on foreign aid and debt in third world countries. Bono is an inspiration to me not just for his musical prowress but his passion for helping others less fortunate then himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_--lPYmDTdhc/Rd4JoKvZzaI/AAAAAAAAACE/Wxuxaaov6No/s1600-h/Bono.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034472019129388450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_--lPYmDTdhc/Rd4JoKvZzaI/AAAAAAAAACE/Wxuxaaov6No/s320/Bono.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ryan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667741075850611035-8656666057811015510?l=ryguyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/8656666057811015510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667741075850611035&amp;postID=8656666057811015510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/8656666057811015510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/8656666057811015510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/2007/02/hero-4.html' title='Hero #4'/><author><name>RyGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272856932555449148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_--lPYmDTdhc/Rd4JoKvZzaI/AAAAAAAAACE/Wxuxaaov6No/s72-c/Bono.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667741075850611035.post-7651680881772755405</id><published>2007-02-21T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T18:12:53.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hero #3</title><content type='html'>My third hero is probably going to come with a lot of 'sighs' and 'yeah rights' but nevertheless my third hero is this years SuperBowl Champion and MVP Peyton Manning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peyton has been the object of nearly every criticizer in the NFL for a good long time. "Can't win the big one" was what haunted the man for the entireity of his illustrious career. 7 times he was ousted in the playoffs after having led his Indianapolis Colts to division titles, first round byes, amazing records, etc and yet the SuperBowl has always eluded him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year thankfully the monkey is off his back as he led his Colts past the Chiefs, Ravens, Patriots&lt;---------they are horrible by the way...and da Chicago Bears. It was an awesome feeling seeing Archies Boy hold up the Vince Lombardi Trophy on SuperBowl Sunday and good to see his coach Tony Dungy win the big one as well. *First black coach to do so. Anyways, Manning is no longer the object of criticism, time for new blood, my bet is it'll be either Tony Romo or Rex Grossman-----now he really sucks. Peyton Manning is one of my heros because of his headstrong mental capacity to not buckle down to the critics, the playoff losses and remain his poise. He's a prime example that patience and hard work pays off, maybe not when we want it but nevertheless it does. Go Peyton!! &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_--lPYmDTdhc/Rdz7wqvZzZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ASC2BPzCeBk/s1600-h/peyton%20manning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034175297018776978" style="WIDTH: 568px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px" height="175" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_--lPYmDTdhc/Rdz7wqvZzZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ASC2BPzCeBk/s320/peyton%2520manning.jpg" width="441" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_--lPYmDTdhc/Rdz7wqvZzZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ASC2BPzCeBk/s1600-h/peyton%20manning.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_--lPYmDTdhc/Rdz7wqvZzZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ASC2BPzCeBk/s1600-h/peyton%20manning.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667741075850611035-7651680881772755405?l=ryguyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/7651680881772755405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667741075850611035&amp;postID=7651680881772755405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/7651680881772755405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/7651680881772755405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/2007/02/hero-3.html' title='Hero #3'/><author><name>RyGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272856932555449148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_--lPYmDTdhc/Rdz7wqvZzZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ASC2BPzCeBk/s72-c/peyton%2520manning.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667741075850611035.post-2544654304354861312</id><published>2007-02-12T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T18:56:21.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hero #2</title><content type='html'>First off I apologize to all you crazy people who feel it necessary to blog every day. I for one refuse to be a drone to the blogging world and hope one day everyone feels the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, my second hero is King Leonidas of Sparta. Many of you are probably scratching your heads saying who the hay is this guy. Well in 480 BCE Sparta was invaded by the supremely powerful Persian Empire. The Persians basically ripped to pieces the Spartan Empire. Cut off from all routes save one, the Spartan civilians had to rely on one last defence, the narrow pass of Thermopalaye. To defend this pass from the Persian army, King Leonidas sent 300 of his best men including himself to this pass, to secure it and enable his people to escape the oncoming Persian onslaught. Obviously a suicidal mission, Leonidas fought valiantly against the Persian army of....get this...1 million men! Valiant fighting was not enough and every Spartan defender on the field, died after only a few days of fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leonidas was a hero that day and in the face of impending doom managed to secure the lives of thousands of his people. I don't know about you guys but this guy puts the Man in He's the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to see this amazing story on screen go see the upcoming movie "300" in March. It's going to be epic!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_--lPYmDTdhc/RdDpChLWQvI/AAAAAAAAABs/Fsnhdf8_Q3I/s1600-h/leonidas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030777013247820530" style="WIDTH: 393px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px" height="251" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_--lPYmDTdhc/RdDpChLWQvI/AAAAAAAAABs/Fsnhdf8_Q3I/s320/leonidas.jpg" width="448" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667741075850611035-2544654304354861312?l=ryguyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/2544654304354861312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667741075850611035&amp;postID=2544654304354861312' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/2544654304354861312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/2544654304354861312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/2007/02/hero-2.html' title='Hero #2'/><author><name>RyGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272856932555449148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_--lPYmDTdhc/RdDpChLWQvI/AAAAAAAAABs/Fsnhdf8_Q3I/s72-c/leonidas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667741075850611035.post-4176641320476299338</id><published>2007-02-03T05:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T05:45:23.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DA SNOBOWL</title><content type='html'>Dats right ladies and gents. After months of waiting and preperation the game that I have longed for is in my sights. I cant wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go now the bus is coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667741075850611035-4176641320476299338?l=ryguyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/4176641320476299338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667741075850611035&amp;postID=4176641320476299338' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/4176641320476299338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/4176641320476299338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/2007/02/da-snobowl.html' title='DA SNOBOWL'/><author><name>RyGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272856932555449148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667741075850611035.post-5069052315851664902</id><published>2007-01-31T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T11:30:41.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heroes Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the next week or so I will make a short blog about the heroes in my life and I'll be saving the best for last. Props to the people who guess who my favorite hero will be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start things off I'll go with Romeo Dallaire. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I studied this guy in grade 11 Canadian History and man did he leave an impact on me. Dallaire was a United Nations Peacekeeper in the early 90's and in 1993 during the civil war in Rwanda, Africa he was sent along with 300 soldiers to establish peace in the country. For a while his mission was a success but eventually the reinforcments who were supposed to be sent to relieve the troops decided not to come, leaving Dallaire and his men in horrible circumstances. Many of his men left, leaving Dallaire with only a few men left in his regiment to sustain an entire country! Unbelievably, Dallaire decided to stay despite the small numbers and lack of resources. In his 3 months there he saved the lives of thousands of refugees but eventually developed post tramautic stress disorder because of the Hell that he witnessed while doing what nobody else was willing to do. Dallaire now works for the Canadian Government but still suffers from his disorder every day and is constantly lamenting the U.N to do more in Africa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Romeo Dallaire is a true hero as he was willing to risk his life (despite the insurmountable odds that surrounded him) for a people that nobody cared about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026278899982976562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_--lPYmDTdhc/RcDuB3eGxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/i5ECrLs5l4E/s320/dallaire200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Ryan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667741075850611035-5069052315851664902?l=ryguyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/5069052315851664902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667741075850611035&amp;postID=5069052315851664902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/5069052315851664902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/5069052315851664902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/2007/01/heroes-week.html' title='Heroes Week'/><author><name>RyGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272856932555449148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_--lPYmDTdhc/RcDuB3eGxjI/AAAAAAAAABc/i5ECrLs5l4E/s72-c/dallaire200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667741075850611035.post-895425531344401327</id><published>2007-01-24T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T15:19:58.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do we do it? Because we can!</title><content type='html'>Several years ago myself and a few guys from my grade 10 french class made this stupid movie that involved really dumb guy antics. From playing flaming ball croquet to shooting off fireworks at paper airplanes we did some things that a lot of people would give the looks mothers give when their kids have just done a stupid stupid thing.  Of my favorite of these antics was a disgusting combo drink we concocted. We put everything from salsa, jalapenos, pepto bismol, 3 year expired spam into this thing. And guess who was the crazy weasel daring enought to drink the madness. If you guessed not me then you're.............WRONG!...I drank it down and never looked back. As I was doing this I thought to myself "Ryan, this may be fun now but is it really worth it?" Maybe I should listen to my conscience a bit more in the future prior to me doing something as crazy as the drink. My lesson learned, I have never done something that crazy for a while...unless I tell you my tornado science project story but thats another tale for another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ryan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667741075850611035-895425531344401327?l=ryguyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/895425531344401327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667741075850611035&amp;postID=895425531344401327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/895425531344401327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/895425531344401327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/2007/01/why-do-we-do-it-because-we-can.html' title='Why do we do it? Because we can!'/><author><name>RyGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272856932555449148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667741075850611035.post-6898980212180764262</id><published>2007-01-23T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T15:23:48.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its bloody cold outside</title><content type='html'>Two words for y'all...BRRRR. Nova Scotia is a real interesting weather spot. One week it was brisky outside and you could wear a long sleeve shirt. These past few weeks have reduced me to wearing sweaters, touques, two pairs of socks. Although I dont mind winter as much as some, *cough* Momma and Julia* I yearn for spring and summer days. If I get on at Malagash this summer, I promise to make the most of the summer by wearing shorts and t-shirts the entire time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667741075850611035-6898980212180764262?l=ryguyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/6898980212180764262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667741075850611035&amp;postID=6898980212180764262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/6898980212180764262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/6898980212180764262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-bloody-cold-outside.html' title='Its bloody cold outside'/><author><name>RyGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272856932555449148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667741075850611035.post-2486871464206372416</id><published>2007-01-20T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T17:25:11.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>whats going down</title><content type='html'>I've just been thinking lately, what on earth will I be able to do with a Bachelor of Arts and then a pursuit of a Major in History and the such? I'd love to be like Indiana Jones and travel the world, visiting amazing historical sites, beat up some gangsta's and get the girl (just kidding) but unfortunately Harrison Ford beat me to the punch. But seriously I've been wondering about this for a while, what can a guy do with an education such as this. I've heard the usual professor, teacher, such and such suggestion but I'd like to do something other than those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If all else fails I move into plan B which is quit school and become a fantasy sports expert alongside my chum Briggins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667741075850611035-2486871464206372416?l=ryguyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/2486871464206372416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667741075850611035&amp;postID=2486871464206372416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/2486871464206372416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/2486871464206372416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/2007/01/whats-going-down.html' title='whats going down'/><author><name>RyGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272856932555449148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667741075850611035.post-4692486358446160131</id><published>2007-01-17T16:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T16:22:51.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look a likes</title><content type='html'>So I've been thinking recently, why do people have lookalikes in the world. Is it merely a coincidence or is there some reason behind it. My conclusion on the matter is that I'm just glad God's creation is so perfect that there are no two people alike on the planet. Who could handle two Jonny Hartlens or weird MacDonald ladies named Darlene I may ask. Anyways heres my supposed look a like in the world that Jonathan pointed out to me earlier. His name is Ron Francis, an ex NHL supastar. Just add some glasses and prepare for a gasp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_--lPYmDTdhc/Ra68nZqaRPI/AAAAAAAAABE/gvxhgXrcQUs/s1600-h/Ryan+Lookalike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021158019654370546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_--lPYmDTdhc/Ra68nZqaRPI/AAAAAAAAABE/gvxhgXrcQUs/s320/Ryan+Lookalike.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; Freaky isnt it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  For all you bloggers, do a blog with your look a like on it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Cheers&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ryan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667741075850611035-4692486358446160131?l=ryguyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/4692486358446160131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667741075850611035&amp;postID=4692486358446160131' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/4692486358446160131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/4692486358446160131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/2007/01/look-likes.html' title='Look a likes'/><author><name>RyGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272856932555449148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_--lPYmDTdhc/Ra68nZqaRPI/AAAAAAAAABE/gvxhgXrcQUs/s72-c/Ryan+Lookalike.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667741075850611035.post-54187321293718830</id><published>2007-01-16T16:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T17:00:20.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ryans Top Songs to listen to when you're feelin blue</title><content type='html'>Not that I myself am feeling blue but whenever I get the grumps or the mumps I tend to listen to a couple of my favorite songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Muse Knights of Cydonia: Time is Running Out, Exo Politics&lt;br /&gt;2.U2: City of Blinding Lights, Hands that Built America, Electric Co.&lt;br /&gt;3. Keane: Leaving so soon, Is it any wonder, everybody's changing&lt;br /&gt;4. Our Lady Peace: Supermans Dead, 4am&lt;br /&gt;5. Sir Justin Timberlake: Sexy Back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont care how much of a nerf Timbo is, that song just gets me going. If they'd only make the lyrics way cleaner I'd feel comfortable playing this song with the likes of Maurice Nanton and Roy Harvie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667741075850611035-54187321293718830?l=ryguyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/54187321293718830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667741075850611035&amp;postID=54187321293718830' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/54187321293718830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/54187321293718830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/2007/01/ryans-top-songs-to-listen-to-when-youre.html' title='Ryans Top Songs to listen to when you&apos;re feelin blue'/><author><name>RyGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272856932555449148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667741075850611035.post-5114036837744715331</id><published>2007-01-13T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T17:13:49.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Snowbowl approaches</title><content type='html'>Well its down to that time of year again and your average everday people will once again lace up for an insane day of football at TreMont field. Last year the Fall River phonies won the whole shindig because of their dumb all-nova scotian team where they had 2 subs (including the traitor Julia) in an icy cold field plus they are just rough. This year however Grace Chapel will reclaim what has been so abruptly stolen from them with a handful of new teams including one that I'll talk about in 2 seconds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The unnamed team I speak of consists of 6 players: Me, Briggs, Nelson, Julia (she defected from Fall River) Harris and his friend Tanner. This years Sno-Bowl is for the first time a gunslinger league. For those of you who dont know what that is, its a passing only game. Thats right NO RUNS, unless one of us has an accident but lets not go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With passing only our unnamed team is hoping to act upon the challenge with a team full of quick legs and smart hands. Could this be the year of the unnamed team...time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Ryan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; P.S Footballs not stupid Julia and one day you will be a drone like me and Briggs and talk about football every day of the week, mark my words you're time will come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667741075850611035-5114036837744715331?l=ryguyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/5114036837744715331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667741075850611035&amp;postID=5114036837744715331' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/5114036837744715331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/5114036837744715331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/2007/01/snowbowl-approaches.html' title='The Snowbowl approaches'/><author><name>RyGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272856932555449148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667741075850611035.post-6816689616121924834</id><published>2007-01-06T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T16:52:03.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Man and the football</title><content type='html'>Why is that whenever the playoffs start and the NFL's best battle it out amongst one another for SuperBowl glory that men lose focus of everything else and concentrate on the good ol pigskin. Its like we're being sucked into an inescapable void that will control our lives for the next couple of weeks. This question has vexed me for quite some time now....but I can hardly complain as I am one of those people who does get sucked in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Colts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667741075850611035-6816689616121924834?l=ryguyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/6816689616121924834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667741075850611035&amp;postID=6816689616121924834' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/6816689616121924834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/6816689616121924834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/2007/01/man-and-football.html' title='Man and the football'/><author><name>RyGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272856932555449148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667741075850611035.post-623903572356705617</id><published>2006-12-23T15:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T15:06:25.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Better watch out, Sean and Ruth are coming to town</title><content type='html'>Finally the day has arrived. My brother and sister in law are coming back to good old Nova Scotia. Words can hardly express how I feel but if I were to create one word it would be this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     FANTABULESCENTLYDIABOILICALLYNOOFRIENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; in other words i am just really excited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ryan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667741075850611035-623903572356705617?l=ryguyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/623903572356705617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667741075850611035&amp;postID=623903572356705617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/623903572356705617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/623903572356705617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/2006/12/better-watch-out-sean-and-ruth-are.html' title='Better watch out, Sean and Ruth are coming to town'/><author><name>RyGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272856932555449148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667741075850611035.post-7407394602538636432</id><published>2006-12-22T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T17:41:41.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ryans Christmas Poem</title><content type='html'>So here we are, we've arrived at the Christmas Season&lt;br /&gt;A time of comfort and joy, why not? Jesus after all is the reason&lt;br /&gt;Its in these next few days that we embrace one another in kindness and love&lt;br /&gt;An easy thing to do as we have love within us, from high up above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tis the season to be merry and hopeful and enjoy our Saviours birth&lt;br /&gt;Not a time for presents and eggnog but to remember what it's all worth&lt;br /&gt;Who cares about Jonny's new bike or Susies easy bake oven&lt;br /&gt;The only gift we should focus on is Gods everlasting lovin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not Santa or Snowflakes or Chestnuts over an open fire&lt;br /&gt;Not a competition to see who can become the biggest buyer&lt;br /&gt;Not a time of parties, secret santas and worrying about gettin the gout&lt;br /&gt;Above all, its remembering Jesus' birth, what its really about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your Christmas about this holiday season?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667741075850611035-7407394602538636432?l=ryguyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/7407394602538636432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667741075850611035&amp;postID=7407394602538636432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/7407394602538636432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/7407394602538636432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/2006/12/ryans-christmas-poem.html' title='Ryans Christmas Poem'/><author><name>RyGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272856932555449148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667741075850611035.post-6547941778198434938</id><published>2006-12-21T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T19:46:45.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Mornin Football</title><content type='html'>Today I played a gruesome game of flag football with a few of the youth from my church. As much fun as it was, I am sooo exhausted as of right now. Picture a drowsy looking Snuffaluffagus from Sesame Street and thats me. Wait a second, Snuffaluffagus is always drowsy. Better yet just picture a drowsy me and there ya go. Anyhoo this football game was a great precursor to the up and coming Annual Snow-Bowl, I learned some valuable moves and qualities of a few certain players so I know what to be expecting when the time comes. My ultimate team consisting of Briggins Jr, Dyl Harris, Julia and Nelson shall rip up the field as quick as a pair of 30 inch waist pants rip when a 50 inch chubster tries them on at Value Village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers and Merry Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667741075850611035-6547941778198434938?l=ryguyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/6547941778198434938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667741075850611035&amp;postID=6547941778198434938' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/6547941778198434938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/6547941778198434938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/2006/12/thursday-mornin-football.html' title='Thursday Mornin Football'/><author><name>RyGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272856932555449148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667741075850611035.post-4650151786279127964</id><published>2006-12-20T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T16:54:50.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tragedy of the Movie Theatre Consumerism</title><content type='html'>As a few of you are aware, I have busted my butt working at Empire Theatres 18 in Bayers Lake for well over 2 years now. Many a time I have scoffed at the poor qualities the business has to offer. For instance, a small bag of popcorn, as of right now, costs $4.55 and a normal bottle of water is $3.35. Freakin highway robbery is what I call that piece of garbage. On top of that, they make you pay an additonal 56 cents for butter, so unless you are willing top pay over 5 bucks you cant enjoy a wholesome popcorny meal whilst sitting back and enjoying the show. The sad thing my friends....people still buy this expensive junk and it breaks my heart everytime I sell it to the misguided people of Nova Scotia. What is the world coming to? Just sneak in your own food or go to the dollar store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line....don't buy movie theatre food, it'll burn a whole in your pocket and in your soul as you later on in life contemplate the stupidity you contained in your movie-going career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667741075850611035-4650151786279127964?l=ryguyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/4650151786279127964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667741075850611035&amp;postID=4650151786279127964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/4650151786279127964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/4650151786279127964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/2006/12/tragedy-of-movie-theatre-consumerism.html' title='The Tragedy of the Movie Theatre Consumerism'/><author><name>RyGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272856932555449148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667741075850611035.post-4958754119683008043</id><published>2006-12-18T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T06:13:34.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forrest Gump goes to heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;This is hilarious guys enjoy it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day finally arrived; Forrest Gump dies and goes to Heaven. He is at the Pearly Gates, met by St. Peter himself. However, the gates are  closed and Forrest approaches the Gatekeeper. St. Peter says, "Well, Forrest, it's certainly good to see you. We have heard a lot about you. I must tell you, though, that the place is filling up fast, and we've been administering an entrance examination for everyone. The test is short, but you  have to pass it before you can get into Heaven."  Forrest responds, "It shor is good to be here , St. Peter, sir. But nobody ever tolt me about any entrance exam. Shor hope the test ain't too hard; life was a big enough test as it was."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Peter goes on, "Yes, I know, Forrest, but the test is only three&lt;br /&gt;questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First:  How many days of the week begin with the letter T? Second: How many seconds are there in a year? Third: What is God's first name?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forrest leaves to think the questions over. He returns the next day&lt;br /&gt;and sees St. Peter who waves him up and says, "Now that you have had a chance to think&lt;br /&gt;the questions over, tell me your answers."  Forrest says, "Well, the first one -- which two days in the week begin with the letter "T"? Shucks, that one's easy. That'd be Today and Tomorrow. The Saint's eyes open wide and he exclaims, "Forrest, that's not what I was thinking, but you do have a point, and I guess I didn't specify, so I'll give you credit for that answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about the next one?" asks St. Peter.  "How many seconds in a year?" "Now that one's harder," says Forrest, "but I thunk and thunk  about that and I guess the only answer can be twelve." Astounded, St. Peter says, "Twelve? Twelve!? Forrest, how in Heaven's name could you come up with twelve seconds in a year?" Forrest says "Shucks, there's gotta be twelve: January 2nd, February 2nd, March 2nd. . " "Hold it, " interrupts St. Peter. "I see where you're  going with this, and I see your point, though that wasn't quite what I had in mind.....but I'll have to give you credit for that one, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go on with the third and final question. Can you tell me God's first name"? "Sure" Forrest replied, "its Andy." "Andy?!" exclaimed an exasperated and frustrated St. Peter. "Ok, I can understand how you came up with your answers to my first two questions,  but just how in the world did you come up with the name Andy as the first name God?" "Shucks, that was the easiest one of all," Forrest replied. "I  learntit from the song. . . "ANDY WALKS WITH ME, ANDY TALKS WITH ME, ANDY TELLS ME I AM HIS OWN. . . ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Peter opened the Pearly Gates and said:&lt;br /&gt;"Run Forrest, run."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667741075850611035-4958754119683008043?l=ryguyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/4958754119683008043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667741075850611035&amp;postID=4958754119683008043' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/4958754119683008043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/4958754119683008043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/2006/12/forrest-gump-goes-to-heaven.html' title='Forrest Gump goes to heaven'/><author><name>RyGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272856932555449148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667741075850611035.post-1850666745398024134</id><published>2006-12-16T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T13:59:19.545-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Night Hockey</title><content type='html'>Tonight I feel I shall write an account of the boys and men that have fought gallantly and some not so gallantly in the Grace Chapel Mens Floor Hockey Association or the GCMFHA for short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McMullen Boys, Poppa McMullen, Ryan, Matt and Sean: These boys are go getters to say the least, hearts pumpin and full of adrenaline they tear through the carpeted gym with domination. Seans been on the free agent list for a while but he'll be back someday in the future. Poppa is a tank that literally bulldozes his opponents, Matt is quick like a catfish and Ryan, well he "kramers his way" on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Briggins Boys, Jonathan and David: Like father like son as the old saying goes. David has the shots, the deeks, the passes and most importantly the bomb defence skills. Briggins has an insanse ability to get the ball past any defender and to the open man on 99% of his attempts. These boys know their hockey and know this good ol game better then most of the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timberlea Titans, Hudson, Dave, Mark and Injury reserved Ken Jones: Hudson the hailed exiled Acadian shows his skill in nets and on the carpet with the "stick it to da man" theology of hockey, Dave is a powerhouse who can shoot, score and take down crazies like Jonny without remorseful thinking. Mark's name should be changed to Mr. D for his amazing abilities to defend the offence from taking hard shots on his goalie. IR Ken Jones, Monsieur Spandex is another "stick it to da man" type guy who will literrally stick with whoever hes defending. Spandex sticks to him too, but nonetheless the boys from Timberlea are terrific and tubular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bedford Boys, Dan, Mark, Jacob: Dan has one of the most hardest, most accurate shots in the GCMFHA and has shown his stuff again and again every night. Mark is probably the best stickhandler of the bunch and can make crucial plays, Jacob is the guy who you can just rely on with good passes, good shots and a masculine physique that you can count on to distract your opponents. Cheers for the Bedford Boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexy Spryfield, Jonny, Glenn, Jordan: Jonny is the Mr. T of this league, simply said, this guy is agressive and has a good ability to get goals when they are needed. If only he'd stop coaching and quit nagging on every guy in the gym. Glenn has an amazing shot and an insane backhand that nullifies the boys of the league, Jordan another free agent as of late is another good player who gets his job done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cole Harbour, Jonathan. Forsyth is the comic relief of the league. A good goalie that takes a beating and is the victim of many a nurple and groin shot. By far the strongest grade 8 I've ever seen. Bravo Jono.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nelson, this guy is in a category of his own with his quickness and relentless ability to do well in every aspect of the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No clue where they're from guys, Darryl, Chris, Steve Brown: Darryl, the nice one is officially the most improved player of the GCMFHA as this guy has gone from the bottom to the top with his quick shots and assists. Chris, Darryl's friend has been a newcomer but could easily claim Rookie of the Year with his dymanic skills on the carpet with moves I've only seen in Space Oddysseys. Steve Brown the oh so dirty player who has some good skills but just plays with so much cheap shtos and hooks that could nab a whole school of fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thats the Monday Night Hockey scoop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know if I missed any players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667741075850611035-1850666745398024134?l=ryguyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/1850666745398024134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667741075850611035&amp;postID=1850666745398024134' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/1850666745398024134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/1850666745398024134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/2006/12/monday-night-hockey.html' title='Monday Night Hockey'/><author><name>RyGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272856932555449148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667741075850611035.post-4157966106116427419</id><published>2006-12-13T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T07:21:14.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Mornin Madness</title><content type='html'>Today I woke up at around 10:30, a usually good time to wake up I must say but when I did I felt a whopper of a drowsy combo, grogginess, nauseous and starving. Like tripping on pa-otti without the pa-otti....(can someone tell me what pa-otti is anyways). Anyways, I did my daily search for food in my kitchen for 2 minutes without finding anything so I came to the computer and checked up on my dynamic fantasy sport teams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Can't wait for Christmas &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;    Cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Ryan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667741075850611035-4157966106116427419?l=ryguyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/4157966106116427419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667741075850611035&amp;postID=4157966106116427419' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/4157966106116427419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/4157966106116427419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/2006/12/early-mornin-madness.html' title='Early Mornin Madness'/><author><name>RyGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272856932555449148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667741075850611035.post-7758340966438589243</id><published>2006-12-12T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T19:21:04.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jamaican Bobsled Team? Canadian Tricycle Teams much better!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007844869854525202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 378px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" height="322" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_--lPYmDTdhc/RX9wYF3w9xI/AAAAAAAAAAk/-ZmFlm-CMEg/s400/tricycle+team.JPG" width="400" border="0" /&gt;As my title indicates there is (or was) in fact a Canadian Tricycle Team. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It began in the yesteryears of our yesterdays long, long ago when myself and my brothas had within our arsenal a petite red tricycle. Initially designed for 5-6 years old, us brothers McMullen took it upon ourselves to learn the ways of the tri-cycle. Since I do not have primary photo imagery of our tri-cycle team I will have to thus indulge you readers with a Paint Picture I drew up in about 5 mins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For some reason blogspot hates me and I cant get the pic formated the way I want it so bear with me on this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, as our team would go, Sean would be the driver and might I add the most comfortable seat on the cycle. I on the otherhand would place myself on the back of the tricycle holding on to the curved pole connecting the back and the front seat. Matt would yell out encouragement as this was a two man effort. sorry matt. Anyhoo, we would situate ourselves at the top of a moderately steep hill and at the count of three, caroose down this hill as fast as possible. Not even giving a hootenany about the oncoming traffic we would race down this hill like a chubby guy runs to A&amp;W for the grandpa burger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moral of the story is...............dont tricycle because it only ends up in bruised bottoms and hearty headaches and we have the scars to prove it true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ryan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667741075850611035-7758340966438589243?l=ryguyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/7758340966438589243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667741075850611035&amp;postID=7758340966438589243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/7758340966438589243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/7758340966438589243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/2006/12/jamaican-bobsled-team-canadian-tricycle.html' title='Jamaican Bobsled Team? Canadian Tricycle Teams much better!'/><author><name>RyGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272856932555449148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_--lPYmDTdhc/RX9wYF3w9xI/AAAAAAAAAAk/-ZmFlm-CMEg/s72-c/tricycle+team.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667741075850611035.post-4520179516797617313</id><published>2006-12-07T15:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T15:09:41.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My four months at Kings</title><content type='html'>So as most of you know, I took the Foundation Year Programme at University of Kings this Fall/Winter. This course was probably the hardest, craziest and yet most enjoyable 4 months of my education career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I honestly have read more literature in the past 4 months than in my entire life, over hundreds of Archie comics included. I learned about the Ancient World and how Greeks/Romans perceived the world through epic tales and debates on how to rule the world. I learned about the Middle Ages and how people came to know God, to use Him and how people perceived Hell and Heaven. I also learned of the Renaissance years and how people spread Chrisitianity into all corners of the world in the Reformation period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   So as you can see, I learned an extreme amount of things this year so far and I got through it in the end with a smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Ryan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6667741075850611035-4520179516797617313?l=ryguyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/4520179516797617313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6667741075850611035&amp;postID=4520179516797617313' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/4520179516797617313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6667741075850611035/posts/default/4520179516797617313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryguyisaac.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-four-months-at-kings.html' title='My four months at Kings'/><author><name>RyGuy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272856932555449148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6667741075850611035.post-218733656053266448</id><published>2006-12-01T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T14:11:23.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes! I remember my password!</title><content type='html'>Well as my title indicates I finally remembered my password and can continue blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So quite a few days have passed by since my last journal entry and not much has happened so I feel it necessary to call upon the ancient Muses to help me recite a lyric of my days of old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall recount the story of my first meeting with my sister in law Ruth. It was a cold wintery night in the year of the 2000 and 5 and my partner in crime Briggins was accompanying me at my humble abode. The phone rang once, twice and I finally picked it up. It was Sean. He was calling to catch up with my person and relegate &lt;----is this a word?, his experiences at Bible College, etc, etc. Anyways, the real reason he called was to introduce me via the phone his new girly Ruth. (They weren't married at the time). We said our hellos, our hows it goings and finally nice to meet you's and so on. She had to go for a second (or so I thought) so I took the oppurtunity in expressing to Briggins my thoughts on the lass. Quite frankly my words were, "WOW, she sounds pretty awesome!" To my adolescent awkwardness, Ruth was apparently still on the phone and had heard me speak the my astounding words. (or so I believe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........Never in my life was I so glad to be over 100 miles away from the person I was talking to. Embarassed, surprised and in a chuckling mood I quickly said c ya and got out of the convo. Briggins and I had a good hysterical laugh afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Anyways thats my story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Ryan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  P.S. 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