<?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-4242987601229648190</id><updated>2011-07-07T23:31:00.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Such is Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Katy Livingston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08269420375177601350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/TTnMXMSH8oI/AAAAAAAABy8/GIzf_v51-14/s220/Family.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242987601229648190.post-2150477708779010212</id><published>2010-06-13T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T18:47:11.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Penny wants ice cream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;Our puppy, Penny, isn't much of a barker.  In fact, when Joey (my parents' dog) and Laci Wiener bark at the neighbors together, she usually runs the other way in fear.  Boldness isn't her forte.  But there is one exception to this lack of vocal expression: her calls to the ice cream truck.  Penny howls like a madman at the ice cream truck which comes by probably everyday, yet we have never caught her in the act on camera...until now.  You can see just a few seconds of her asking for ice cream before she catches us in the window:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/katymkemp/Misc2010#5482439748798672834"&gt;http://picasaweb.google.com/katymkemp/Misc2010#5482439748798672834 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242987601229648190-2150477708779010212?l=katymkemp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/feeds/2150477708779010212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242987601229648190&amp;postID=2150477708779010212' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default/2150477708779010212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default/2150477708779010212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/2010/06/penny-wants-ice-cream.html' title='Penny wants ice cream'/><author><name>Katy Livingston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08269420375177601350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/TTnMXMSH8oI/AAAAAAAABy8/GIzf_v51-14/s220/Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242987601229648190.post-5320977915259198420</id><published>2009-06-26T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T12:28:09.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember the Alamo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/SkZx93X-LvI/AAAAAAAABQo/P94jdIGnqlw/s1600-h/IMG_0457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/SkZx93X-LvI/AAAAAAAABQo/P94jdIGnqlw/s320/IMG_0457.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352090514826866418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/SkZx9sBaBBI/AAAAAAAABQg/Wa6OGY2W450/s1600-h/IMG_0451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/SkZx9sBaBBI/AAAAAAAABQg/Wa6OGY2W450/s320/IMG_0451.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352090511779431442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/SkZx9FXQ3BI/AAAAAAAABQY/ZQucT9B-n2Y/s1600-h/IMG_0449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/SkZx9FXQ3BI/AAAAAAAABQY/ZQucT9B-n2Y/s320/IMG_0449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352090501402123282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/SkZx81KChII/AAAAAAAABQQ/RPE9WjF5LgM/s1600-h/IMG_0445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/SkZx81KChII/AAAAAAAABQQ/RPE9WjF5LgM/s320/IMG_0445.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352090497051690114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story is about our ladies night two weeks ago.  First of all, the "Makarianas" got a text message from Garrett Boon one weekend saying, "The guys would like to make dinner for the ladies on Monday.  There will be entertainment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dun Dun DUUUUUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love eating dinner, so of course, I was down.  Little did we know, this would be a dinner extravaganza!  Garrett even ended up taking of the entire day of work in preparation for this event.  I'm not sure if you guys know this, but the Alamo Drafthouse is pretty much one of my favorite places.  Movie + food?!  Yes, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No detail was lost to these guys.  The Makarios boys are currently: Garrett, Miguel, Jody, and Riley.  The men created the Alamo Drafthouse in our own Makarios house!  The tables were set up (complete with flowers) pointing toward the projector on the wall.  There were even previews consisting of clips from: So you think you can Dance, Best of Friends moments, and Pride and Prejudice!  THEN, the ladies voted on the main viewing event, and we ended up watching When Harry met Sally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot about the menu-- phenomenal, by the way.  Riley created an Alamo Drafthouse style menu complete with catchy food names.  Check out the pics.  We had: deviled eggs, potato salad, ribs, beer grilled chicken, no-bake cookies, and popcorn.  It was GREAT!  The best part of it all was that the guys even washed every single dish we used.  What the?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, guys.  It was an awesome night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242987601229648190-5320977915259198420?l=katymkemp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/feeds/5320977915259198420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242987601229648190&amp;postID=5320977915259198420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default/5320977915259198420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default/5320977915259198420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/2009/06/remember-alamo.html' title='Remember the Alamo'/><author><name>Katy Livingston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08269420375177601350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/TTnMXMSH8oI/AAAAAAAABy8/GIzf_v51-14/s220/Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/SkZx93X-LvI/AAAAAAAABQo/P94jdIGnqlw/s72-c/IMG_0457.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242987601229648190.post-4424328351487278341</id><published>2009-06-26T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T12:08:00.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some peeps I love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/SkUW2oAs3fI/AAAAAAAABPw/bDlxaM5P_II/s1600-h/IMG_0379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/SkUW2oAs3fI/AAAAAAAABPw/bDlxaM5P_II/s320/IMG_0379.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351708859908808178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Ashley, or if you're a Dominican person making her a card, "Hachili."  I have been her teacher's aide this semester.  I'm not sure if you know, but she is the bomb.com.  I moved into the Makarios house in January with Kendall, and we promptly moved into the room with Ash.  She recently wrote a super-sweet blog dedicated to me, and I feel horrible for not being able to adequately express the blessing she has been to me this year.  Ashley is the chica who actually persuaded me to get out of my comfort zone and teach some lessons to our class!  If it weren't for her, Marileidi never would have learned that our souls go to the jungle after we die.  She is also one of the best popcorn seasoners this world has ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, love you boo.  I am so thankful for your friendship, prayers, and words of truth.  I can't believe you're staying another year!  I am obviously planning my next visit as we speak, OR just planning to never leave you.  One of those two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/SkUW2Kn3r8I/AAAAAAAABPo/h-9Rc9lfZ48/s1600-h/IMG_0339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/SkUW2Kn3r8I/AAAAAAAABPo/h-9Rc9lfZ48/s320/IMG_0339.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351708852020031426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gustavito.  This is Gustavo Adolfo Garcia de la Cruz.  He is a love in my life.  I somehow grew to love this kiddo.  A little back story: when Ashley arrived in August, Gustavo and his mom had recently moved out of his dad's house which is right next to the Makarios school.  He still sees his dad semi-frequently while at school or when he needs a haircut, but for the most part he stays with his mom and little sister.  I believe his mom and dad aren't on great terms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Gustavo had a little bit of a rough time earlier in the year when I arrived.  He is a great kid and very smart, but he is aggressive and has trouble controlling his anger.  If someone takes something from him, he would rather pummel them than tell the teacher.  After a lot of prayer and talking about a meeting with his mom, Gustavo's behavior transformed for the better.  It was a total God thing.  This kid has been great.  He is still super-competitive and has his faults, but he has been a great student. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to summer vacation (a.k.a. now).  We are only seeing the kids every other week for literacy camp, but this week a group came to have field days for the kiddos.  I invited Gustavo to our field day in his neighborhood.  He came and played some futbol americana with me, but later he told me "I don't want to play anymore because you don't throw it to me first." Then, about 3-4 times I had to pull him off of kids because he was getting into fights.  We have some 5-year-olds here that fight like grown men in the movies.  He seriously was taking swings...  Anyway, I tried to talk to him some, and he was angry to the point of tears.  It seems like he is just completely acting on impulse.  I have started to realize that I am actually leaving this place, and I won't get to see Gustavo anymore.  I know he took some steps forward during this school year, but I am so fearful for the beginning of next year.  He is going to start off as a total nightmare after such a long break...  It's sad to know that I won't be here to see him and love him and try my darndest to show him who Jesus is.  I am so blessed that there are others behind me who are staying to do that very thing, but I'm sad that I won't be a part of it.  He's my #1 little guy.  Please be praying for Gustavo that in the midst of all this, he will see truth and steadfast love and grow into a great man of God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242987601229648190-4424328351487278341?l=katymkemp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/feeds/4424328351487278341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242987601229648190&amp;postID=4424328351487278341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default/4424328351487278341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default/4424328351487278341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/2009/06/some-peeps-i-love.html' title='Some peeps I love'/><author><name>Katy Livingston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08269420375177601350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/TTnMXMSH8oI/AAAAAAAABy8/GIzf_v51-14/s220/Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/SkUW2oAs3fI/AAAAAAAABPw/bDlxaM5P_II/s72-c/IMG_0379.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242987601229648190.post-3358234210142794786</id><published>2009-06-12T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T08:53:51.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pray for Yoslena (y Cara)</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone, this blog is on the heavy side, but it's here to charge you to pray.  I am copying this entry from my friend/coworker Cara's blog about her friend Yoslena.  As a little introduction, you should know that Cara has invested a lot of time building relationships with people in the DR who are outcasts even in their own village.  On more than one occasion she has been asked by people who call themselves Christians why she spends time with some people she continues to invest in.  That being said, here is the most recent part of Yoslena's story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________________   &lt;br /&gt;(from Cara's blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;" class="snap_preview"&gt;&lt;p&gt;i start this to say that i don’t discuss anyone’s personal life as a means of exploitation.  i only feel the need to talk about this because it is about someone i love and would imagine that if you’re reading this you care as well.  this blog serves as a place for me to talk about my life and to keep me connected with the people that care to know what God has been doing with me here in the dominican republic.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;yoslena, poor, confused, illiterate, hard, rough, child… some of you know that i recently found out that she was pregnant.  she just had her 16th birthday.  i’d been trying to help her figure out the pregnancy thing and make sure that she was healthy.  it’s like a war… taking a girl from the batey, trying to show her that she can amount to something more than what is around her, looking for God’s beauty in it.  i admit this has been a year of defeat for me with yoslena.  each time i see her following in the footsteps of her grandmother, mother and older sister, and most other women she has to look up to, i feel as though i could have done more.  that i’ve failed.  all i hope is for better things for yoslena.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i found out today that through a series of events, which are still unclear to me, that yoslena had lost the baby at five months.  her older sister, yordi, had taken her to the hospital and they induced labor.  yoslena is okay… she still seems really weak and i believe is still feeling pain that is possibly due to her kidney stones.  ashley and i went to her house immediately when we found out.  we were greeted with lots of… “cara is coming to see yoslena, and cara, yoslena had the baby.”  more than anything i feel for her and what she has to go through with peoples’ comments.  she was sitting in her house, a heated pot of flies and sweat, so i invited her over for a bit so that she could rest at our house without having crowds of people around her.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i don’t know what i think.  my heart just continues to break for her.  the worst part about it is that i believe she lost the baby due to a friend of the “father” beating her up.  apparently he had hit and kicked her in the back.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;all i can think of right now is that i desire fruit for her life.  ashley gave her an apple today.  it symbolizes something that could happen in her life.  yoslena can be fruitful.  God can make anything beautiful.  i just pray that He starts to prune away all of the bad in her life, all of the evil, all of the hurt, everything that tells her she isn’t worthy.  pray for her.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242987601229648190-3358234210142794786?l=katymkemp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/feeds/3358234210142794786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242987601229648190&amp;postID=3358234210142794786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default/3358234210142794786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default/3358234210142794786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/2009/06/pray-for-yoslena-y-cara.html' title='Pray for Yoslena (y Cara)'/><author><name>Katy Livingston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08269420375177601350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/TTnMXMSH8oI/AAAAAAAABy8/GIzf_v51-14/s220/Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242987601229648190.post-2877121115827712578</id><published>2009-06-11T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T10:35:44.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flor de mi Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/SjE-SvloS-I/AAAAAAAABPg/F1870oCvwQ0/s1600-h/IMG_0431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/SjE-SvloS-I/AAAAAAAABPg/F1870oCvwQ0/s320/IMG_0431.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346122724398353378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The whole story starts with a phone call.  This is Anne Boon.  She and Garrett are the "Directors of Operations" here in the DR.  (Please note: there is no good explanation for this picture other than that it was a slow afternoon and we busted out the camera).  Somehow (and I'm still not sure how), Dave called the Makarios house and goes, "Is this Anne Boon?"  After having no idea who she was talking to for a while, Dave told her who it was.  Well, that little booger worked out some little deal with Anne to get me some awesome flowers!  Basically, he told her wanted to order some flowers for me.  Having the knowledge of the nation, Anne decided to nix that idea since Dominican flower shops all make pretty ugly funeral-type arrangements all the time, but you can buy really great flowers to arrange yourself.  They worked out some deal, and Anne was able to print the note Dave wrote me and Make a beautiful bouquet!  What good taste she has! AND what a lovely love I have!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/SjE-SbO732I/AAAAAAAABPY/8cNYne36qhE/s1600-h/IMG_0438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/SjE-SbO732I/AAAAAAAABPY/8cNYne36qhE/s320/IMG_0438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346122718934458210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/SjE-SGWUmLI/AAAAAAAABPQ/75ud54zwXpo/s1600-h/IMG_0437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/SjE-SGWUmLI/AAAAAAAABPQ/75ud54zwXpo/s320/IMG_0437.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346122713328294066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/SjE-Rx3Ss9I/AAAAAAAABPI/3B6Bgm6H6sU/s1600-h/IMG_0436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/SjE-Rx3Ss9I/AAAAAAAABPI/3B6Bgm6H6sU/s320/IMG_0436.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346122707829437394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/SjE-RsFtwzI/AAAAAAAABPA/ehVUpV2ZCyU/s1600-h/IMG_0434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/SjE-RsFtwzI/AAAAAAAABPA/ehVUpV2ZCyU/s320/IMG_0434.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346122706279318322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242987601229648190-2877121115827712578?l=katymkemp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/feeds/2877121115827712578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242987601229648190&amp;postID=2877121115827712578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default/2877121115827712578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default/2877121115827712578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/2009/06/flor-de-mi-amor.html' title='Flor de mi Amor'/><author><name>Katy Livingston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08269420375177601350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/TTnMXMSH8oI/AAAAAAAABy8/GIzf_v51-14/s220/Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/SjE-SvloS-I/AAAAAAAABPg/F1870oCvwQ0/s72-c/IMG_0431.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242987601229648190.post-1072724379670607717</id><published>2009-06-02T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T14:01:48.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I added some cosas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/katymkemp/MayoDR?authkey=Gv1sRgCNOa_pOWkJGz3gE#"&gt;http://picasaweb.google.com/katymkemp/MayoDR?authkey=Gv1sRgCNOa_pOWkJGz3gE#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242987601229648190-1072724379670607717?l=katymkemp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/feeds/1072724379670607717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242987601229648190&amp;postID=1072724379670607717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default/1072724379670607717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default/1072724379670607717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-added-some-cosas.html' title='I added some cosas...'/><author><name>Katy Livingston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08269420375177601350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/TTnMXMSH8oI/AAAAAAAABy8/GIzf_v51-14/s220/Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242987601229648190.post-3765768922786208955</id><published>2009-05-29T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T07:23:18.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is lacking?  Colossians 1:24</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I don't know about you guys, but I read God's word and accept it as the truth, but sometimes, I have no idea what something means!  This year, I have been reading a lot of Colossians, and I love it, but one verse that trips me up:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Colossians 1:24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup id="en-NIV-29474" class="versenum" value="24"&gt;24&lt;/sup&gt;Now I rejoice in what was suffered for you, and I fill up in my flesh what is still lacking in regard to Christ's afflictions, for the sake of his body, which is the church. (NIV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;*And KJV, for good measure:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup id="en-KJV-29490" class="versenum" value="24"&gt;24&lt;/sup&gt;Who now rejoice in my sufferings for you, and fill up that which is behind of the afflictions of Christ in my flesh for his body's sake, which is the church:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Now, what is lacking?  I certainly don't think that Christ's sacrifice was lacking in any way for my salvation, so then what does it mean? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Well ta-da!  Dr. Sam Storms wrote a little summary of some possibilities for this.  Also, I believe John Piper is a wise man of God, so I liked that his commentary was present in the essay.  It all makes a little more sense now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; "The fifth option has been defended by John Piper (&lt;i&gt;Desiring God: Meditations of a Christian Hedonist, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;2003). "Paul's sufferings," he explains, "complete Christ's afflictions &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt; by adding anything to their worth, but by extending them to the people they were meant to save. What is lacking in the afflictions of Christ is not that they are deficient in worth, as though they could not sufficiently cover the sins of all who believe. What is lacking is that the infinite value of Christ's afflictions is not known and trusted in the world. . . . So the afflictions of Christ are 'lacking' in the sense that they are not seen and known and loved among the nations. They must be carried by the ministers of the Word. And those ministers of the Word 'complete' [or 'fill up'] what is lacking in the afflictions of Christ by extending them to others" (268).&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; What is lacking, then, in Christ's afflictions is not &lt;i&gt;propitiation&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt; but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;presentation&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;. In other words, the sufferings of Jesus fully satisfied the wrath of God, but there is lacking "a personal presentation by Christ Himself to the nations of the world. God's answer to this lack is to call the people of Christ (people like Paul) to make a personal presentation of the afflictions of Christ to the world. In doing this, we 'fill up what is lacking in Christ's afflictions.' We finish what they were designed for, a personal presentation to the people who do not know about their infinite worth" (269).&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; The amazing think about this text is how Paul envisions himself (and others) filling up this lack. It is in his "flesh"! In other words, "God intends for the afflictions of Christ to be presented to the world through the afflictions of His people. . . . Our calling is to make the afflictions of Christ real for people by the afflictions we experience in bringing them the message of salvation. Since Christ is no longer on the earth, He wants His body, the church, to reveal &lt;i&gt;His&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt; suffering in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;its&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt; suffering" (269-70)."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(The entire article is here: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://www.enjoyinggodministries.com/article/filling-up-the-afflictions-of-christ-124/"&gt;http://www.enjoyinggodministries.com/article/filling-up-the-afflictions-of-christ-124/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; ).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242987601229648190-3765768922786208955?l=katymkemp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/feeds/3765768922786208955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242987601229648190&amp;postID=3765768922786208955' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default/3765768922786208955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default/3765768922786208955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-is-lacking-colossians-124.html' title='What is lacking?  Colossians 1:24'/><author><name>Katy Livingston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08269420375177601350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/TTnMXMSH8oI/AAAAAAAABy8/GIzf_v51-14/s220/Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242987601229648190.post-194166227725155602</id><published>2009-05-24T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T09:17:58.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Laugh for You (at my expense)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/ShlvRQLpqaI/AAAAAAAABM4/JzitY4oOFSM/s1600-h/IMG_0430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/ShlvRQLpqaI/AAAAAAAABM4/JzitY4oOFSM/s320/IMG_0430.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339421175416727970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/ShlvRKHq3UI/AAAAAAAABMw/UlAXb21WkDs/s1600-h/IMG_0429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/ShlvRKHq3UI/AAAAAAAABMw/UlAXb21WkDs/s320/IMG_0429.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339421173789416770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/Shlrpo_R0hI/AAAAAAAABMo/M7UogwLlyMM/s1600-h/IMG_0427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/Shlrpo_R0hI/AAAAAAAABMo/M7UogwLlyMM/s320/IMG_0427.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339417196346069522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/Shlqzpo7_uI/AAAAAAAABMg/J7wL3oCPFmc/s1600-h/IMG_0428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/Shlqzpo7_uI/AAAAAAAABMg/J7wL3oCPFmc/s320/IMG_0428.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339416268807864034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, it started with a trip to Santiago.  This week I spend some time with the poopers (more on that later).  Sharls is out of town on business, and I stayed at her apartment with her roommate, Steph and the tweems.  Since I obviously wasn't going to be doing any driving around Santiago, I didn't have any keys to the apartment.  This never posed a real problem until, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yesterday&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy's "Nana," Teresa was coming to pick them up last night to keep them for a couple days, and she was so very kindly going to take me to the bus station so I could go back to Puerto Plata.  Well, seeing as though I didn't have keys, I brilliantly thought: "Oh yea, I should go out the back and lock everything up behind me!" (So responsible).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the boys and all their stuff were out the front door and I locked it, I started out the back.  There is a kitchen door to a little utility area enclosed by a gate.  I pushed the little lock on the kitchen door behind me, closed it, and turned around to see...the iron gate-- deadbolted shut.  Did I have a key for this gate?  Of course not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thought that went through my mind: "Did I really just do this?  I can't believe I just did this.  Yes, this really happened."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second thought that went through my mind: the story of when my dad and my uncle Kevin locked my uncle Jay in between two hotel doors, but I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I definitely locked myself OUT of the apartment but IN from the outside. The area in which I was enclosed is pictured above (at least there was a toilet!). Once Teresa came around back to see what was taking me so long, she said, "Well, we have to laugh about this..."  Let me just add to this story that Steph, Sharla's roommate, was on a little beach trip until &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the next day&lt;/span&gt;. A neighbor, Chris, and his wife were very helpful through the whole ordeal, but I had just met them and was in the middle of one of the stupidest acts of my life (don't mention any others, dad).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried a bunch of little McGyver manuevers with a credit card and a bobby pin for about an hour or so, and made a bunch of phone calls for another hour.  We decided that worst case scenario, I would stay there for the night until Steph got back.  Problem: when Steph called we found out she wasn't coming back from her trip until tomorrow &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;night&lt;/span&gt;.  The possibilities ranged from her sending the keys on the next bus to me breaking off the doorknob.  She was so sweet and apologetic (like it was even her fault at all) and told me I should just break off the doorknob since it only costs about 300 pesos.  When I finally got a hold of Sharls on Skype chat, she said I should break the doorknob to get back into the apartment-- there was a spare gate key inside somewhere.  Finally, per Sharla's advice, I jammed a flathead screwdriver into the knob and voila! FREEDOM!  It smelled so lovely.  Obviously I had to blog about this.  As you can see, when I took the pictures, I left the kitchen door open because of my paranoia that it would spontaneously shut and lock me up again.  The good news is: the children are safe.  Their apartment is very secure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of it all, I spent one more night in the apartment since it was too late to catch a bus, and now I am home again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that I blogged with the risk of being humiliated by my friends and family, but it's ok, because you have to love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone has a great Memorial Day weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242987601229648190-194166227725155602?l=katymkemp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/feeds/194166227725155602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242987601229648190&amp;postID=194166227725155602' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default/194166227725155602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default/194166227725155602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/2009/05/laugh-for-you-at-my-expense.html' title='A Laugh for You (at my expense)'/><author><name>Katy Livingston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08269420375177601350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/TTnMXMSH8oI/AAAAAAAABy8/GIzf_v51-14/s220/Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/ShlvRQLpqaI/AAAAAAAABM4/JzitY4oOFSM/s72-c/IMG_0430.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242987601229648190.post-8219302117455758339</id><published>2009-05-22T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T12:54:20.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Un Poco de Mayo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/Shaq0gKeNxI/AAAAAAAABKg/C-va0AbumYE/s1600-h/IMG_0420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/Shaq0gKeNxI/AAAAAAAABKg/C-va0AbumYE/s320/IMG_0420.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338642227258078994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah, so many things have happened this month, and I have yet to blog about them.  Ah, well.  Once again, I'll just give a "chin" of information about everything que ha pasado.  This picture has no real significance at all, except for the awesomeness of Dominican restaurants.  This is our little lunch outing after church one sunday.  100 pesos a plate PLUS a carwash.  It's not rare to see a Dominican restaurant/carwash/discoteca/bowling alley.  What more could you want?!  (I will tell you: chips and dip).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/Shaq0XLG94I/AAAAAAAABKY/kSjCFhM2yj0/s1600-h/IMG_0407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/Shaq0XLG94I/AAAAAAAABKY/kSjCFhM2yj0/s320/IMG_0407.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338642224844830594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This little man is Diego.  Jennie and Miguel, his parents, are Makarios peeps, and he is awesome.  He turned ONE this month, and we had the privelege of going to his par-tay.  It was lovely.  He got to play in his baby pool, and he took the "no hands" approach to conquering his first-ever birthday cake.  It was amazing.  This is Diego playing on our river day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/Shaobpep7EI/AAAAAAAABKQ/pP5HkHxbcIo/s1600-h/IMG_0412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/Shaobpep7EI/AAAAAAAABKQ/pP5HkHxbcIo/s320/IMG_0412.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338639601238666306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What's that she said? River Day?  Oh yes, the Makarianos celebrated Dominican Labor day one Saturday in May.  All the staff went down to the river bank and hung out all day.  This picture pretty much outlines the day: the girls sitting around (and sometimes playing in the river) while the hombres prepared lunch!  Nice.  Javier from the construction group made sancocho, a Dominican stew that is pretty much amazing.  It is my favorite Dominican food (even though I really think there are only like...4 Dominican foods).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/ShaobSlFe6I/AAAAAAAABKI/Ek0qlqSLWoI/s1600-h/IMG_0402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/ShaobSlFe6I/AAAAAAAABKI/Ek0qlqSLWoI/s320/IMG_0402.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338639595091622818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ay, mi amor.  This is Gustavo, the kid I pretty much love.  He is a little crazy at times, but still awesome.  On this day, Kendall and I caught him on the way home from school, so we took him by Colmado Luis, the best place to get fresh juice (with about a full cup of sugar added).  Gustavito chose cherry juice-- that little weirdo.  Anyway, I had to stop and take a picture to remember that moment.  I am really hoping Ashley and I can take our little poopers (Gustavo y Luis Fernando) on some "date days" during the summer.  The kids won't have school, but will have some weeks of camp, so we might be able to steal them away and take them to a movie or something.  Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/ShaobID8Q3I/AAAAAAAABKA/vN4aQ4qIcnQ/s1600-h/IMG_0387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/ShaobID8Q3I/AAAAAAAABKA/vN4aQ4qIcnQ/s320/IMG_0387.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338639592268252018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This gringo right here is the newest member of our staff, Riley.  He is our website person, webmaster, IT guy?  I don't really know what he calls himself.  He is here for six months working with Garrett and Miguel to add on to the school and continue building the new Makarios house!  Riley is the one of the reasons I will come home about ten pounds heavier than I left: he makes brownies probably weekly.  On river day, we all ate such a huge, late lunch that we decided to have a light dinner.  Light dinner = popcorn + one quarter of a pan of brownies.  It's true, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/Shaoa-0sJsI/AAAAAAAABJ4/-A9KoKUiJoQ/s1600-h/IMG_0386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/Shaoa-0sJsI/AAAAAAAABJ4/-A9KoKUiJoQ/s320/IMG_0386.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338639589788362434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This beautiful lady is Kendall with one of her babies, Wilson.  Wilson was fresh up  from a nap to come see her.  He is pretty cuddly.  Kendall is leaving us today for the summer! :(  She is awesome, and I am so glad she will be able to spend her summer in the states and with her soon-to-be new nephew! Kendall is returning in the fall to be a teacher's aide for a full year, so you can be praying for her for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/Shaoa23BYWI/AAAAAAAABJw/vaEumNOBnsk/s1600-h/IMG_0380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/Shaoa23BYWI/AAAAAAAABJw/vaEumNOBnsk/s320/IMG_0380.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338639587650658658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is El Garaje, our favorite restaurant (our = Kendall y yo).  Other people like some other places better, but no one beats the fried plantains here.  I just took this picture because they served my coke with a Mickey Mouse cup.  I may be the only one who found that hilarious.  Sidenote about El Garaje: there are these two kittens that live there, and if you order meat, they will literally come and punch you in the leg so you give them a piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew.  Some things you can be praying for:&lt;br /&gt;-  We are kicking off the summer!  This year, summer will be a trade off between mission groups and literacy camps with the kiddos.  It's really exciting!  I think I will be helping Anne some with coordinating the groups who come in, and I am looking forward to that.  (I don't want to feel useless during my last weeks here).&lt;br /&gt;-  Staff: I am pretty much the only one leaving here for good this summer.  Like I said before, Kendall is coming back for the following year, as well as Robin, Cara, y Ashley.  (There are other staff staying as well: Garret+Anne, Jennie+Miguel, and more).  Pray that God continues to prepare their hearts for the upcoming year.&lt;br /&gt;-  Makarios school is growing, yay!  We are planning on adding 1 or 2 classes next year depending on the staff that God provides.  In addition, school days are going to look a little bit different, and we are really excited about the new developments.  The construction team is adding on to the school, so be praying for that.  In true Dominican style, building has begun though the entire project is not fully funded, and we will keep building for as long as we can.  The Makarios people have felt that this new building is what we need to really continue on with the vision to continue to grow one grade each year and to really equip these kids with education and with the knowledge of Christ.  So, God will provide, but still be praying!&lt;br /&gt;-  I am leaving here in 50 days.  What?!  It's weird how fast things are happening.  People have been asking me what I am going to do when I get home.  Well, that is a great question.  I have been struggling a tiny bit lately feeling like the only one who is leaving, but for some reason, I feel like I need to go home and look for a job.  That's right, on to the job hunt again.  This time, it is going to be a little bit different.  Pray for some opportunities for me and for discernment to know what I should be doing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claro, I am probably missing things in this post, but I will post more soon.  Summer is starting, so congrats to all the people graduating and to all the teachers and students in the EEUU who are finally getting a break! (To all the folks with a "real" job: tough cookies).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242987601229648190-8219302117455758339?l=katymkemp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/feeds/8219302117455758339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242987601229648190&amp;postID=8219302117455758339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default/8219302117455758339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default/8219302117455758339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/2009/05/un-poco-de-mayo.html' title='Un Poco de Mayo'/><author><name>Katy Livingston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08269420375177601350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/TTnMXMSH8oI/AAAAAAAABy8/GIzf_v51-14/s220/Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/Shaq0gKeNxI/AAAAAAAABKg/C-va0AbumYE/s72-c/IMG_0420.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242987601229648190.post-5970901040606495962</id><published>2009-05-10T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T05:28:29.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I stole this from my Dad's facebook page.  Oh, Jon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;Mother's Day Musings for Men (mostly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;As a general rule, I don't like Mother's Day because I miss my Mom. Also, it tends to be very confusing. Apparently you have to get a Mother's Day gift for your wife. She's not my mother and as a matter of fact, if not for me, she would not be eligible to receive gifts on this day. Yet, I am still expected to buy her a gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have struggled for years about what to buy my red hot smokin' wife on gift giving occaisions. For all the men out there, this year, I have given my wife the perfect gift. I simply thought, what do I know about my red hot smokin' wife? First, she's a tightwad. B, she really does not like me to have fun. So I just did something that really wasn't that much fun that didn't cost any money and BINGO! Success!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning to men: Please realize that this exact gift won't necessarily work for your dearly beloved. You need to find a gift that fits her profile. If she likes shiny things...my gift won't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I "detailed" her car. I didn't buy anything to do it. I didn't have any fun. Some of you guys may have already figured this thing out...but you never shared the info with me. Today I'm thinking, wow, I wish I had some little kids to help me...that would be a total bonus. What Mom could resist her husband taking the kids outside for an hour and getting them to 'help' wash the car. You wouldn't even have to do a good job. She'd be happy anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other important gift giving notes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You can't really mess up on a gift to your Mom. Mom's just love it when their kids remember it's Mother's Day, or her birthday or whatever. Just don't forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If she (Mom or Wife) says you don't have to get me anything...it's a trap. Do not fall for it. At least get a nice card or something that looks like you had to think a little to select.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Anything that can be found in the appliance section of a store is generally not a good idea. My red hot smokin' wife told me one year she wanted a vacuum cleaner. I got her one. BIG MISTAKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You can use your children...especially the small ones to deflect blame for a bad gift. "Honey, I wanted to buy you some diamond earrings but little Susie thought you would really like to have a new putter". That's probably not the best example but you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men, we need to support and educate each other. Please take some time to add words of wisdom to the comments section of this note for the benefit of us all. Let's leave no man behind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I will sleep well tonight because I done good today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242987601229648190-5970901040606495962?l=katymkemp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/feeds/5970901040606495962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242987601229648190&amp;postID=5970901040606495962' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default/5970901040606495962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default/5970901040606495962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-stole-this-from-my-dads-facebook-page.html' title='I stole this from my Dad&apos;s facebook page.  Oh, Jon.'/><author><name>Katy Livingston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08269420375177601350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/TTnMXMSH8oI/AAAAAAAABy8/GIzf_v51-14/s220/Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242987601229648190.post-5809799283114743638</id><published>2009-05-08T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T11:57:34.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Promises</title><content type='html'>&lt;sup id="en-NIV-22835" class="versenum" value="14"&gt;Zephaniah 3...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14&lt;/sup&gt; Sing, O Daughter of Zion;&lt;br /&gt;       shout aloud, O Israel!&lt;br /&gt;       Be glad and rejoice with all your heart,&lt;br /&gt;       O Daughter of Jerusalem! &lt;p&gt; &lt;sup id="en-NIV-22836" class="versenum" value="15"&gt;15&lt;/sup&gt; The LORD has taken away your punishment,&lt;br /&gt;       he has turned back your enemy.&lt;br /&gt;       The LORD, the King of Israel, is with you;&lt;br /&gt;       never again will you fear any harm. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup id="en-NIV-22837" class="versenum" value="16"&gt;16&lt;/sup&gt; On that day they will say to Jerusalem,&lt;br /&gt;       "Do not fear, O Zion;&lt;br /&gt;       do not let your hands hang limp. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup id="en-NIV-22838" class="versenum" value="17"&gt;17&lt;/sup&gt; The LORD your God is with you,&lt;br /&gt;       he is mighty to save.&lt;br /&gt;       He will take great delight in you,&lt;br /&gt;       he will quiet you with his love,&lt;br /&gt;       he will rejoice over you with singing." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242987601229648190-5809799283114743638?l=katymkemp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/feeds/5809799283114743638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242987601229648190&amp;postID=5809799283114743638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default/5809799283114743638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default/5809799283114743638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/2009/05/promises.html' title='Promises'/><author><name>Katy Livingston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08269420375177601350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/TTnMXMSH8oI/AAAAAAAABy8/GIzf_v51-14/s220/Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242987601229648190.post-6165821011557266923</id><published>2009-04-29T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T15:08:21.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bible class de la Profe Katy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/SfjPilPDaFI/AAAAAAAAA64/825zEZkJdgY/s1600-h/IMG_0276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/SfjPilPDaFI/AAAAAAAAA64/825zEZkJdgY/s320/IMG_0276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330238352010733650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;La Profe Ashley has been letting me teach bible a lot lately.  She's pretty stinkin encouraging, and I love that about her.  At Makarios, we stick with the same bible lesson for the entire week.  That sounds redundant, but the preschool poopers seem to do well with it.  We try and change up the activities and such, so they don't get bored with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some lessons are kind of difficult to explain to a 5-year-old!  One week, the outline said "Jesus promises us a great future."  The reading passage was John's vision.  Explain revelation and eternal life to a preschooler, yipee!  Anyway, I embarked on that journey.  By day 4, they were getting the idea, but here's a little picture of day #2...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ashley asks the kids right after the lesson):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;P. Ashley:&lt;/span&gt; Cuando alguien que ama a Dios muere, no su cuerpo, pero su...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Jeson:&lt;/span&gt; Espiritu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;P. Ashley:&lt;/span&gt; Si, espiritu! Adonde va su espiritu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Marileidi:&lt;/span&gt; La selva!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;*ENGLISH TRANSLATION*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;P. Ashley:&lt;/span&gt; When a person who loves God dies, not their body, but their...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Jeson:&lt;/span&gt; Spirit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;P. Ashley:&lt;/span&gt; Yes, spirit!  Where does their spirit go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Mariledi&lt;/span&gt;: The jungle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Oh, Marileidi. In my defense, she might be the most unfocused kid in creation, but thank goodness I had another two days to redeem that lesson!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242987601229648190-6165821011557266923?l=katymkemp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/feeds/6165821011557266923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242987601229648190&amp;postID=6165821011557266923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default/6165821011557266923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default/6165821011557266923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/2009/04/bible-class-de-la-profe-katy.html' title='Bible class de la Profe Katy'/><author><name>Katy Livingston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08269420375177601350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/TTnMXMSH8oI/AAAAAAAABy8/GIzf_v51-14/s220/Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/SfjPilPDaFI/AAAAAAAAA64/825zEZkJdgY/s72-c/IMG_0276.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242987601229648190.post-1142674164838023345</id><published>2009-04-20T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T16:13:10.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cardboard Stories</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Two posts in one day, score!  I am only posting this here, because I forgot about it in my last post with all its picture mayhem.  (Is that even how mayhem is spelled?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Anyway, the church I attended during college, Austin Stone, showed this video on Easter Sunday.  Robin was kind enough to show it to me, so enjoy.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" href="http://vimeo.com/4125092"&gt;http://vimeo.com/4125092&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;2 Corinthians 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-family: lucida grande;" id="en-NIV-28878" class="versenum" value="16"&gt;16&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;So from now on we regard no one from a worldly point of view. Though we once regarded Christ in this way, we do so no longer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-family: lucida grande;" id="en-NIV-28879" class="versenum" value="17"&gt;17&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; the old has gone, the new has come! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-family: lucida grande;" id="en-NIV-28880" class="versenum" value="18"&gt;18&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;All this is from God, who reconciled us to himself through Christ and gave us the ministry of reconciliation: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-family: lucida grande;" id="en-NIV-28881" class="versenum" value="19"&gt;19&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;that God was reconciling the world to himself in Christ, not counting men's sins against them. And he has committed to us the message of reconciliation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-family: lucida grande;" id="en-NIV-28882" class="versenum" value="20"&gt;20&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;We are therefore Christ's ambassadors, as though God were making his appeal through us. We implore you on Christ's behalf: Be reconciled to God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-family: lucida grande;" id="en-NIV-28883" class="versenum" value="21"&gt;21&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;God made him who had no sin to be sin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;for us, so that in him we might become the righteousness of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242987601229648190-1142674164838023345?l=katymkemp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/feeds/1142674164838023345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242987601229648190&amp;postID=1142674164838023345' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default/1142674164838023345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default/1142674164838023345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/2009/04/cardboard-stories.html' title='Cardboard Stories'/><author><name>Katy Livingston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08269420375177601350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/TTnMXMSH8oI/AAAAAAAABy8/GIzf_v51-14/s220/Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242987601229648190.post-5338021868878049898</id><published>2009-04-20T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T15:58:28.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ensalada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/Sez91JgBt4I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/p4dnPGn7RLk/s1600-h/bartzyDR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/Sez91JgBt4I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/p4dnPGn7RLk/s320/bartzyDR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326911548797597570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/Sez3b8XZznI/AAAAAAAAA3I/Jt-hEDjnPak/s1600-h/yunairiHAIR%28robin%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/Sez3b8XZznI/AAAAAAAAA3I/Jt-hEDjnPak/s320/yunairiHAIR%28robin%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326904518705270386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Well, well. I feel incapable of putting together a coherent blog post, but I thought I would throw some pictures up and let people know some of the things happening around here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;This first picture is stolen from Robin.  Robin is the administrator/director of the Makarios preschool, and she rocks.  I thought some of you may remember this beautiful little girl, Yunairi.  This is a rare sighting: Yunairi with completely free, unstyled hair.  Is that not the craziest thing you have ever seen?  This is all natural, people.  She is still pretty much gorgeous beyond words.  Also, I think she comes up to my knee or something, chiquitin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/Sez2aLSajXI/AAAAAAAAA3A/1pYmU8jj00Q/s1600-h/Luigi%28robin%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/Sez2aLSajXI/AAAAAAAAA3A/1pYmU8jj00Q/s320/Luigi%28robin%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326903388839513458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Can somebody please tell me why the blog adds photos to the top of the post?  Anyway, this picture is stolen from Robin as well.  This chiquito, se llama Luigi (Luis Miguel, really) is hilarious.  He is the older brother of the littlest/biggest punk in the school, Ricardo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;.  Luigi has big ears and one of those wiiiiiide smiles.  He is adorable.  He comes to our bible program on Fridays.  You should just notice his outfit here.  Oversized pimp shoes, sagging pants over some Hooters shorts, and that hat.  Yes, this is the family that somehow has a pair of Hooters shorts.  Thanks, donating waitresses!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/Sez0a638m7I/AAAAAAAAA24/YYyv1S8eliE/s1600-h/IMG_0269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/Sez0a638m7I/AAAAAAAAA24/YYyv1S8eliE/s320/IMG_0269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326901202590145458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/SezzXuxtgYI/AAAAAAAAA2w/_Tm4U7JzNLM/s1600-h/IMG_0275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/SezzXuxtgYI/AAAAAAAAA2w/_Tm4U7JzNLM/s320/IMG_0275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326900048291529090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over here-ish you can see Kendall with the muchachos that she played basketball with in Pancho Mateo.  Sili, her friend on the far left, has been wanting to play for quite a while, and lucky for him, Kendall is somewhat of a basketball diva.  I am guessing that "diva" wouldn't be the best word choice here, but I'm not an athlete, so who knows.  Maybe it's all the Beyonce I've been hearing lately.  Anyway, Kendall let Sili win a game last week, which she never heard the end of, so this week she played again (for bragging rights, of course).  She and Ernesto (center) whooped up!  Go Kendall!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Kendall played basketball, I stuck to what I do best: sitting around.  I hung out with some kiddos and let them play with sidewalk chalk from the school.  It was a big hit.  Mostly I just thought the skirts the girls were wearing looked like babydoll clothes, so I took that picture.  They were pretty cute, though.  I pretty much had to force them to call me by my name rather than "Gringa."  Also, a nice young man asked me "Do you have boyfriend? Please, I like be your boyfriend."  So charming.  I don't know how the ladies don't flock to him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a warning: Whenever I post a picture, I pretty much have no idea where this blog will put it or where I will be allowed to type. Don't be surprised. This is technology, after all (kind of).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere around here you can see a picture of Ashley and me coloring with some kiddos in Chichigua. It was our first visit to the village since Semana Santa, and it went great! Coloring books are quite the rage out there. We also have been on the lookout lately for kids who could be potential students in the upcoming year. Things are moving so quickly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/Seztysv1WbI/AAAAAAAAA2g/X1g_JhhzS7M/s1600-h/colorinchigs%28kendall%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/Seztysv1WbI/AAAAAAAAA2g/X1g_JhhzS7M/s320/colorinchigs%28kendall%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326893914533484978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Something loca happened before Semana Santa.  Kendall and I were spending the day at the beach in Cabarete, when I saw a certain someone in that I recognized.  What?!  It happened to be Danielle Bartz and Ellen Haynes who I rowed with at UT!  What a random meeting!  I was under the impression that Danielle was in a graduate program in Spain right now, but apparently, she was relocated to the capital here in the DR!  Ellen was visiting her for a little vacay.  Sweet mothers!  Our hilarious reunion has Danielle thinking about coming up to the north coast sometime after her semester ends.  Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, done with pictures, finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things to pray about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* We are about to start having some serious meetings to prepare for next year.  Makarios will now add two more classes!  The plan is to have 2 Preschool I and two Preschool II classes.  This involves so many things, including building on to the school.  In order for all of this to be possible, we need prayer!  We are praying that God will provide all the funding for the building addition as well as the right teachers to join Makarios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  I have been casually looking at job opportunities for the fall.  Claro, it is early, and I am still not exactly sure what I want to do.  I have applied for one graduate program in Human Resources, but: I don't know if I will get in, and I don't know if it is definitely what I want to do.  I have mostly been looking at social services and teaching-type jobs.  If I decide to try and teach Spanish or ESL (or something), I will need to seriously start setting dates and planning on getting an alternative certification.  I'm not afraid of the future necessarily, but thinking about it makes me want to launch into semi-frantic "planning" mode, which isn't great when you aren't sure what God is calling you to do yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  Odilsia is our amazing housekeeper and friend.  She works both at the Makarios house and at the school.  She has a beautiful spirit, and we love her to pieces.  Today, she was talking to Cara a little bit about some stuff she is going through.  Odilsia said she has been fearful for some reason lately.  She doesn't want to sleep alone, and she doesn't even really feel comfortable coming out to the Makarios house alone right now.  She said she feels like some spirit of the dead (or something) is around, and she just doesn't want to be alone.  Now, although this may sound crazy, Odilsia is a believer in Christ.  Talk of spirits, though, would be quite common in Haitian culture.  The idea would not seem outlandish at all, even to Haitian Christians.  Cara was able to reassure her that fear is not of God and that we don't have to be afraid and everything, but please pray for Odilsia.  Your prayers are powerful, and she needs to be set free from her fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's all for now.  Next time I might try and introduce everyone to the rest of the staff here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242987601229648190-5338021868878049898?l=katymkemp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/feeds/5338021868878049898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242987601229648190&amp;postID=5338021868878049898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default/5338021868878049898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default/5338021868878049898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/2009/04/ensalada.html' title='Ensalada'/><author><name>Katy Livingston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08269420375177601350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/TTnMXMSH8oI/AAAAAAAABy8/GIzf_v51-14/s220/Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/Sez91JgBt4I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/p4dnPGn7RLk/s72-c/bartzyDR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242987601229648190.post-778424871694460129</id><published>2009-04-16T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T14:22:59.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Isaak: Before and After (more like After --&gt; Before)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/Seehaijt6gI/AAAAAAAAA2A/-8ohC2yHQhU/s1600-h/IMG_0246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/Seehaijt6gI/AAAAAAAAA2A/-8ohC2yHQhU/s320/IMG_0246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325402561714186754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/SeehaSHVOpI/AAAAAAAAA14/hS1oJysDpXE/s1600-h/IMG_0242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/SeehaSHVOpI/AAAAAAAAA14/hS1oJysDpXE/s320/IMG_0242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325402557300161170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242987601229648190-778424871694460129?l=katymkemp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/feeds/778424871694460129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242987601229648190&amp;postID=778424871694460129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default/778424871694460129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default/778424871694460129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/2009/04/isaak-before-and-after-more-like-after.html' title='Isaak: Before and After (more like After --&amp;gt; Before)'/><author><name>Katy Livingston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08269420375177601350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/TTnMXMSH8oI/AAAAAAAABy8/GIzf_v51-14/s220/Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/Seehaijt6gI/AAAAAAAAA2A/-8ohC2yHQhU/s72-c/IMG_0246.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242987601229648190.post-5403876139998286623</id><published>2009-04-14T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T17:19:18.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the USSR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;So, Semana Santa en los Estados Unidos was wonderful.  I got to eat my body weight in tex-mex and steak, see the Astros beat the Cubs (because they did in the game &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; went to), and spend some time with some people I love.  It was just lovely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Kendall and I reunited in the Miami airport before our flight back to Puerto Plata.  Just so everyone knows, I was able to have a Starbucks frap in Houston before I left.  I managed to refrain from getting one last fix in Miami, though...   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Our first night back...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Kendall and I arrived home to a puppy that is hanging out at the house for a little while.  He has stayed out in the yard, and our good friend was feeding him until we got here.  He is a cute little guy, but he managed to eat everything that was outside during his time alone at the house.  Luckily, Odilsia (our friend) was able to store our shoes inside for safe keeping.  Whew!  We pretty much just stood in the yard staring for a minute before going inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;So the house was...quiet.  I mean quiet as in Dominican-style, where there are still outside noises like neighbors, dogs, and roosters, but ZERO happening in the Mak house.  Kendall and I are used to there being anywhere from 3 to 35 people there!  Our dear roommate Ashley moved into a bigger apartamento in Monte Llano (near the school) with Robin and Cara.  I am so excited for them!  The place is super-cute, and Kendall will be moving there as well in the fall when she comes back to work for Makarios for another YEAR!  Robin, Cara, Ashley, and Kendall are all staying for the upcoming year.  It might be hard to be the only one leaving and wondering how things are going here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Kendall and I immediately parked it in our designated spots at the kitchen table.  These spots are pretty much etched in stone, so interns, watch out! (mentira).  We wandered the internets for a while, then had our fallback dinner-- pizza mediana con solamente queso from San Jorge Pizzeria.  I say fallback, but we generally eat here about once a week.  They deliver, and it only takes 25 minutes!  Also, we are gluttons, apparently.  (Not really, but we sometimes feel that way).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;We also came home to a very clean house, free of all perishable grocery items.  Our lovely former roommate, Ashley, made sure we wouldn't come home to any spoiled goods.  What a gem.  Anyway, today after school, we made our first trip to the grocery store alone!  dun dun DUUUUN!  Everything went well.  We went to the fancy new Dominican Walmart se llama La Sirena.  It's pretty much completely American except that we walked out and hitched a moto home afterwards, bags in hand (sorry mom!).  I'm starting to get a little less anxious on motos, but they are still not my favorite ride.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Our guagua rides were pretty funny today.  We had a pretty typical ride to school, with around 20 people in the van, but on the way home we caught an almost-empty one.  Gloria!  The man sitting in the row in front of us had a cage filled with 2 parrots.  Hello random.  I guess I was expecting chickens, or maybe a potbellied pig, but no, they were parrots.  Sometimes they have those at touristy places to take overpriced pictures with the gringos.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Anyway, we are getting back into the swing of things, and all is well.  We are waiting for Anne and Garrett to come back from the states in a couple of weeks, though!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I will try and post a few pictures next time, but now I'm too lazy for that.  I'm pretty sure I have one of the finished product of Isaak's braids!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I guess I shouldn't forget to mention that Easter was great.  Dave and I went to the Good Friday service con mis padres, and the Easter service at our church.  Both were great reminders of Christ's sacrifice for us.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup id="en-NIV-29465" class="versenum" value="15"&gt;15&lt;/sup&gt;He is the image of the invisible God, the firstborn over all creation. &lt;sup id="en-NIV-29466" class="versenum" value="16"&gt;16&lt;/sup&gt;For by him all things were created: things in heaven and on earth, visible and invisible, whether thrones or powers or rulers or authorities; all things were created by him and for him. &lt;sup id="en-NIV-29467" class="versenum" value="17"&gt;17&lt;/sup&gt;He is before all things, and in him all things hold together. &lt;sup id="en-NIV-29468" class="versenum" value="18"&gt;18&lt;/sup&gt;And he is the head of the body, the church; he is the beginning and the firstborn from among the dead, so that in everything he might have the supremacy. &lt;sup id="en-NIV-29469" class="versenum" value="19"&gt;19&lt;/sup&gt;For God was pleased to have all his fullness dwell in him, &lt;sup id="en-NIV-29470" class="versenum" value="20"&gt;20&lt;/sup&gt;and through him to reconcile to himself all things, whether things on earth or things in heaven, by making peace through his blood, shed on the cross. &lt;p&gt; &lt;sup id="en-NIV-29471" class="versenum" value="21"&gt;21&lt;/sup&gt;Once you were alienated from God and were enemies in your minds because of your evil behavior. &lt;sup id="en-NIV-29472" class="versenum" value="22"&gt;22&lt;/sup&gt;But now he has reconciled you by Christ's physical body through death to present you holy in his sight, without blemish and free from accusation— &lt;sup id="en-NIV-29473" class="versenum" value="23"&gt;23&lt;/sup&gt;if you continue in your faith, established and firm, not moved from the hope held out in the gospel. This is the gospel that you heard and that has been proclaimed to every creature under heaven, and of which I, Paul, have become a servant.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;In everything, he has the supremacy-- that is an awesome lesson that I am still learning.  The things that I spend time worrying over?  They don't matter.  Christ reigns supreme.  He holds all things together!  I can't think of someone else who could do it better. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Besos.&lt;/span&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/4242987601229648190-5403876139998286623?l=katymkemp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/feeds/5403876139998286623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242987601229648190&amp;postID=5403876139998286623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default/5403876139998286623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default/5403876139998286623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/2009/04/back-in-ussr.html' title='Back in the USSR'/><author><name>Katy Livingston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08269420375177601350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/TTnMXMSH8oI/AAAAAAAABy8/GIzf_v51-14/s220/Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242987601229648190.post-7743559287528646745</id><published>2009-04-12T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T08:16:57.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" id="en-NIV-30362" class="versenum" value="3"&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ! In his great mercy he has given us new birth into a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" id="en-NIV-30363" class="versenum" value="4"&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;and into an inheritance that can never perish, spoil or fade—kept in heaven for you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" id="en-NIV-30364" class="versenum" value="5"&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;who through faith are shielded by God's power until the coming of the salvation that is ready to be revealed in the last time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242987601229648190-7743559287528646745?l=katymkemp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/feeds/7743559287528646745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242987601229648190&amp;postID=7743559287528646745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default/7743559287528646745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default/7743559287528646745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!'/><author><name>Katy Livingston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08269420375177601350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/TTnMXMSH8oI/AAAAAAAABy8/GIzf_v51-14/s220/Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242987601229648190.post-3957902441735051867</id><published>2009-04-01T11:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T11:28:47.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The fear is back...</title><content type='html'>So, I thought I was over the worst part of my banana-spider fear, until today.  I was carrying two toilet paper roles upstairs when my finger brushed up against something.  SPIDER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A spider was inside the toilet paper roll.  I wasn't sure if it was even alive or not because of the weird way it was crinkled up.  When I thought I saw it move, I threw the roll down the stairs.  Eventually, I used one of those tiddly-wink toys to poke the spider, and it scampered out.  Gah!  The roll is still sitting at the bottom of the stairs... I'm too scared to retrieve it.  I hope I figure out something before I have to get the kids up from their nap...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242987601229648190-3957902441735051867?l=katymkemp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/feeds/3957902441735051867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242987601229648190&amp;postID=3957902441735051867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default/3957902441735051867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default/3957902441735051867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/2009/04/fear-is-back.html' title='The fear is back...'/><author><name>Katy Livingston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08269420375177601350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/TTnMXMSH8oI/AAAAAAAABy8/GIzf_v51-14/s220/Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242987601229648190.post-7209196934416627623</id><published>2009-03-31T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T04:27:51.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sorry to get all non-dominican mission trip on you, but today marks my 6th month anniversary with someone very special!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ALSO, we have been dating the same amount of time in the same country now as we have in separate countries.  He sure puts up with me like a champ.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;See you soon :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242987601229648190-7209196934416627623?l=katymkemp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/feeds/7209196934416627623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242987601229648190&amp;postID=7209196934416627623' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default/7209196934416627623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default/7209196934416627623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/2009/03/whoa.html' title='Whoa...'/><author><name>Katy Livingston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08269420375177601350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/TTnMXMSH8oI/AAAAAAAABy8/GIzf_v51-14/s220/Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242987601229648190.post-789027456560707343</id><published>2009-03-27T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T06:36:14.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Una Semana...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/SczVjQc5kAI/AAAAAAAAAvA/pvE8aHdvXkA/s1600-h/IMG_0238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/SczVjQc5kAI/AAAAAAAAAvA/pvE8aHdvXkA/s320/IMG_0238.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317860061706031106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this week has been interesting to say the least.  I'll keep it short on this post and explain more in an email or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am in the process of uploading my last pictures, so I am semi-updated: &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/katymkemp/MarzoDR?authkey=Gv1sRgCN2prIXzh6H2rwE#"&gt;http://picasaweb.google.com/katymkemp/MarzoDR?authkey=Gv1sRgCN2prIXzh6H2rwE#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just tell one little anecdote.  Isaak has a little rash/fungus thing on his hind parts that we affectionately call "fungus butt."  These twins pretty much like to have anything that makes them feel special. (Case in point: Isaak loves his nasal spray, because it's something only he gets to have squirted in his nostrils every night).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, poor little jealous Jakob said: "Mama, my have fungus butt too??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pobrecito...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242987601229648190-789027456560707343?l=katymkemp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/feeds/789027456560707343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242987601229648190&amp;postID=789027456560707343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default/789027456560707343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default/789027456560707343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/2009/03/una-semana.html' title='Una Semana...'/><author><name>Katy Livingston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08269420375177601350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/TTnMXMSH8oI/AAAAAAAABy8/GIzf_v51-14/s220/Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/SczVjQc5kAI/AAAAAAAAAvA/pvE8aHdvXkA/s72-c/IMG_0238.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242987601229648190.post-8492659861277882440</id><published>2009-03-22T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T14:57:43.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I shamelessly stole these pics from Kendall...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/Scazuwh__kI/AAAAAAAAAoM/_Nt8bWItLSU/s1600-h/gusnme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/Scazuwh__kI/AAAAAAAAAoM/_Nt8bWItLSU/s320/gusnme.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316134026040311362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/Scazu3KCQLI/AAAAAAAAAoE/MmwuhmiPoDk/s1600-h/gus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/Scazu3KCQLI/AAAAAAAAAoE/MmwuhmiPoDk/s320/gus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316134027818844338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/ScazuZSEIOI/AAAAAAAAAn8/nQ7yfab1JGY/s1600-h/freezinggus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/ScazuZSEIOI/AAAAAAAAAn8/nQ7yfab1JGY/s320/freezinggus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316134019799458018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/ScazuCKM2GI/AAAAAAAAAn0/nH7PtzY8hvs/s1600-h/buryinggustavo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/ScazuCKM2GI/AAAAAAAAAn0/nH7PtzY8hvs/s320/buryinggustavo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316134013592459362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You read it right.  I stole all of these pictures from my roommate Kendall.  They are from our beach day with the preschoolers.  Gustavo is one of the loves of my life, and happened my kiddo to watch for the afternoon.  The picture where he looks miserable is due to the fact that he was FREEZING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One funny that went down occured when Gustavo began to feverishly dig in the sand:&lt;br /&gt;Gustavo: Ayudame! Ayudame Kati!  Tiene que ser grande, porque soy grande.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Como grande?&lt;br /&gt;Gustavo: Grande como el cielo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, he just wanted to be buried in the sand.  Oh, and he is as big as the sky.  What a cutie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, be praying for Gustavo.  He is a total stud and an overall amazing kid.  Up until about two weeks ago, we were really worried over his behavior, because he tends to be a rough kid.  He kind of acts out of reflex and has shown a lack of self control when it comes to not hitting other kids, but he is so intelligent and sweet at heart.  Over the last two weeks, he has shown a complete change for the better-- pray that this continues!  He has become such a great helper, and he wants to succeed.  Pray for us to keep his mind and body occupied so that he doesn't get distracted enough to lash out at others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this kid.  He is pretty much Denzel Washington.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242987601229648190-8492659861277882440?l=katymkemp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/feeds/8492659861277882440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242987601229648190&amp;postID=8492659861277882440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default/8492659861277882440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default/8492659861277882440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-shamelessly-stole-these-pics-from.html' title='I shamelessly stole these pics from Kendall...'/><author><name>Katy Livingston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08269420375177601350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/TTnMXMSH8oI/AAAAAAAABy8/GIzf_v51-14/s220/Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/Scazuwh__kI/AAAAAAAAAoM/_Nt8bWItLSU/s72-c/gusnme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242987601229648190.post-725953280623474719</id><published>2009-03-20T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T17:09:24.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/ScQmhZo-V5I/AAAAAAAAAns/_PUSw8-q_ro/s1600-h/ricardohooters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/ScQmhZo-V5I/AAAAAAAAAns/_PUSw8-q_ro/s320/ricardohooters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315415815464310674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/ScQmhT9jNoI/AAAAAAAAAnk/P682z-daS7U/s1600-h/luisashley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/ScQmhT9jNoI/AAAAAAAAAnk/P682z-daS7U/s320/luisashley.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315415813940000386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/ScQmhMj-BBI/AAAAAAAAAnc/a60_QRYTZIc/s1600-h/kendallregina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/ScQmhMj-BBI/AAAAAAAAAnc/a60_QRYTZIc/s320/kendallregina.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315415811953656850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/ScQmg_0s3GI/AAAAAAAAAnU/ziy9psgHoZ0/s1600-h/katymemo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/ScQmg_0s3GI/AAAAAAAAAnU/ziy9psgHoZ0/s320/katymemo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315415808534174818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, well.  It has been a while since I have blogged...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this past week was a little bit loca, but awesome.  A high school group from Austin came to Makarios, and we had a blast!  The Makarios house was busting at the seams with the normal roommates plus 31 visitors!  I am trying to gather my thoughts to put a few anecdotes here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To explain the pictures, the first one shows Ricardo in his beach attire.  Since we were blessed with this big group, we were able to take our students to the beach!  Ricardo sported these orange shorts.  Go ahead.  Read em.  Hooters.  These must have been donated from someone.  Note to philanthropist Hooters employees: know when to stop, ok?  Basically, Ricardo is a miniature little thug, so he can do whatever he likes.  (Yeaaaah).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other pics show: Ashley+Luis Fernando, Kendall+Regina, Me+Memo.  We love those stinkers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, unlike other groups, this group rides public transporation to school to get part of the legitimate Dominican experience-- fun.  So, each morning, one of us staffers set out with a group of 5-7 people to hitch a ride on a guagua.  The first two mornings, God smiled down on us, and a bus-style guagua arrived.  The last day, we piled onto a regular guagua, and fancy meeting a business man who spoke a little English in the back row.  His opening line: "Wow, I don't know what I'm going to do with three beautiful women here in this seat."  Drive. Drive. I barely talk to him.  When we reach our stop, he says, "Stay."  [Um, no, I'll get off here]. "You come with me to Sosua.  You come to my house, I live alone."  SUCH a great offer, but I had to let it pass by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also able to try sugar cane this week.  During a trip to Chichigua, I pretty much demanded it from one of our older students, Ronal.  Some group members were with me as well.&lt;br /&gt;   Me: "Ronal, we want to try sugar cane."&lt;br /&gt;   Ronal: "But, I don't have a machete."&lt;br /&gt;   Me: "Pero, todo el mundo has a machete.  Go find one!"&lt;br /&gt;Then, Ronal fetched a machete and disappeared into the sugar cane field and returned with sugar cane!  About 5 of us tried it.  It's pretty much not my favorite food.  Though it will sound like a stupid comparison, sugar cane tastes like a cross between celery, a tree branch, and sugar water.  It was a little too much work for me to appreciate, but hey, I needed to try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que mas?  So, last week, my dear roommate Ashley was stricken by a stomach illness.  The poor girl basically slept for two days and was just in a lot of pain.  Thankfully, she is well now, but on the first day she was sick, she needed a sub.  Ash has never missed a day of school, so this was serious.  I'm her teacher's aide.  Hence, I became the SUBSTITUTE teacher.  I have been to preschool enough to be comfortable with basic discipline and short lessons.  "Get in line! Leave that alone! Be good!"  I can say those phrases all day (and sometimes I do).  But now, an entire day was in my hands.  Sheehs.  I'm not sure that the education of children should be in my hands.  Of course, Robin and Cara were there to help (a lot), but I'm happy to say that no one died.  It was actually kind of fun.  Probably the one time I could have been a little bit cooler of a teacher is when I went off on the children about asking to go to the bathroom.  I think I said something to the extent of: "Nobody say anything to me about the bathroom.  If you are going to DIE if you don't go to the bathroom, raise your hand and I will put you on a list.  Don't ask about the bathroom again!"  Don't worry, the children weren't scarred for life.  They're fine. And obviously, there is room for improvement on my part. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, what else?  I should definitely write on this thing more.  Oh, some students from Chichigua (a sweet little village) happen to be very talented at making rings.  They used to make them out of pesos or something, but now I think they use piping of some sort.  Anyway, pretty much every teacher had received a ring but me.  Kendall and I are the newbies, but still, she won Ernesto's heart by saying to him one day: "Tu nombre es Ernesto, no?" The next time she saw him, she got a ring.  On our last visit to Chichigua, Robin told Ernesto to make me a ring.  Thus, I received my beautiful little heart ring out of force.  I know-- my heart is warmed as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am coming to visit in two weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is still seated on his throne!  There is so much to rejoice about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup id="en-NIV-29431" class="versenum" value="4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rejoice&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" id="en-NIV-29432" class="versenum" value="5"&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" id="en-NIV-29433" class="versenum" value="6"&gt;6&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" id="en-NIV-29434" class="versenum" value="7"&gt;7&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; &lt;sup id="en-NIV-29435" class="versenum" value="8"&gt;8&lt;/sup&gt;Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things. &lt;sup id="en-NIV-29436" class="versenum" value="9"&gt;9&lt;/sup&gt;Whatever you have learned or received or heard from me, or seen in me—put it into practice. And the God of peace will be with you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(P.S. I of course do not think that me coming home is a greater reason to rejoice than Jesus being seated at God's right hand).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242987601229648190-725953280623474719?l=katymkemp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/feeds/725953280623474719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242987601229648190&amp;postID=725953280623474719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default/725953280623474719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default/725953280623474719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/2009/03/well-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Katy Livingston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08269420375177601350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/TTnMXMSH8oI/AAAAAAAABy8/GIzf_v51-14/s220/Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/ScQmhZo-V5I/AAAAAAAAAns/_PUSw8-q_ro/s72-c/ricardohooters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242987601229648190.post-8712359940990914780</id><published>2009-03-08T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T16:26:44.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me Falta Aguacate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/SbRPP9W11XI/AAAAAAAAAnM/TTcaQXCo0jo/s1600-h/IMG_0210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/SbRPP9W11XI/AAAAAAAAAnM/TTcaQXCo0jo/s320/IMG_0210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310956996163655026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/SbRPPnwrWYI/AAAAAAAAAnE/fyBtZTNYkn0/s1600-h/IMG_0205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/SbRPPnwrWYI/AAAAAAAAAnE/fyBtZTNYkn0/s320/IMG_0205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310956990366439810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;(Just a typical day with the kids.  Picture #1 shows the random things Isaak might do to any person napping on the couch.  Picture #2 shows our cuddle-bug Isaak next to Kendall and our little climber Jakob)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You read it: aguacate lady has been MIA for about a week.  We had to resort to buying overpriced avocadoes at the beach today out of pure necessity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was a bit different, because we had two visitors: Lindsay came to research for a book she is writing, and Jody came to check out Makarios.  Kendall and I were able to take them to Chichigua on Wednesday after school.  This was the first time either one of us went to a village without another staff member to be our guide.  Of course, we had to hit up one of our favorite families en la casa de Jeson.  Jeson's dad speaks about 7 languages, but he wasn't there to chat with us.  We had a lovely time visiting with Shasha (mom) and all SIX of her kids.  As usual, she offered us everything she could, and was disappointed that we couldn't stay for dinner!  I will try and get a picture of their family soon, but they are definitely dear to my heart.  Sarah, one of Shasha's daughters, took us on the grand tour of Chichigua.  We walked the perimeter of the village, where I saw Wilson and Marleini's house.  These two beautiful siblings go to our school, and they come from a family which basically knows no Spanish.  The entire house was maybe a 10x7 foot room with a bed, little table with a tv, and some burners on the floor.  I just stood outside until Mom invited us in.  Picture this: Marleini + Wilson + 2 siblings were on the bed along with about 3 other students from the preschool watching a soap opera or something.  They just all made room to sit with us, and Mom was on the floor making something that looked like beans.  Little did we know, she was roasting peanuts, and gave all 4 of us our own little bags as a gift!  It was so sweet, especially since she seemed to make a little village business selling peanuts and popcorn.  Despite the obvious language barrier, she welcomed us into her home to sit and play with her children, and she gave us food, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, I went with some of the staff to Santiago for a little seminar on Islam.  The speaker came from "Closed Door Ministries," and he was a great represenative for his mission organization.  He has been living in Jordan with his wife and now 2 kids for about 8 years.  He obviously has a heart for Muslims, and spoke about how God is moving in the Middle East.  I found the class very informative.  He also gave a call to the Dominicans there to come be missionaries in that area.  Due to the poor American reputation in the Middle East, it can be very difficult for us to minister to Muslims, because there is a cultural barrier there to break down.  The speaker, Scott, stressed how much more accessible Latinos can be to Middle Easterners simple due to their appearance and culture.  It was a very interesting perspective, and I am glad I was able to attend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went to a place of dreams in Santiago: the mall!  Actually, it was fairly normal, but the two highlights included 1) having a frappuchino-type beverage at a cafe, and 2) seeing Benjamin Button in the movie theater.  Fun time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was another lovely day.  We went to church this morning,then Ashley, Kendall, Jody, and I went to Sosua for a dia tranquilo en la playa.  Nothing at all was accomplished, and that's why it was perfect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to actually make some lessons and teach the children...  It's scary!  Who in their right mind would put me in charge of a child's education?  Well, Ashley Sienkiel would.  My class' teacher and my roommate asked if I would be interested in doing some lessons, so I am giving it a go!  It's a lot of fun, but it's a little scary standing in front of the kids and teaching in your second language.  I worry over little things, like the length of activities, or if the kids will even stick with me.  It's weird.  So far, I enjoy bible lessons over letters.  Who would have thought? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I praise God right now for giving me a new hunger for his word.  This has not always been the case for me!  I am reading more and more, and continuing to desire to read.  I am planning on starting the bible from the beginning as well.  I can be a total chicken when it comes to the Old Testament, but it's so important to see the heart of God through his covenants.  I have been digging the prophets (namely Isaiah) lately, but it's time to start from "In the beginning..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, some things to pray for... Sharla is planning on moving with the twins in May to Santiago.  This could be a really great thing for them.  She really wants to spend quality time with them since the adoption might take another year.  She also wants to get them into preschools in Santiago and have them closer to "Nana" and "Papa."  Pray that everything falls into place with their move.  Sharla needs to purchase a car, and start to get things moved into an apartment in May.  Pray for our staff as we all find out what everyone's long-term decisions are concerning working here for a longer period of time.  As for me, things are wonderful right now.  I am currently working on memorizing some scripture in attempt to write God's word on my heart and mind, so pray me through that!  I definitely go through waves of laziness, but I want to continue this growth of scriptural knowledge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all.  One month until I get to visit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242987601229648190-8712359940990914780?l=katymkemp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/feeds/8712359940990914780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242987601229648190&amp;postID=8712359940990914780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default/8712359940990914780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default/8712359940990914780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/2009/03/me-falta-aguacate.html' title='Me Falta Aguacate'/><author><name>Katy Livingston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08269420375177601350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/TTnMXMSH8oI/AAAAAAAABy8/GIzf_v51-14/s220/Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/SbRPP9W11XI/AAAAAAAAAnM/TTcaQXCo0jo/s72-c/IMG_0210.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242987601229648190.post-1220035230410564637</id><published>2009-02-28T04:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T04:55:50.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>(Un)Married with Children</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Ah, life with kids.  It's fun.  I love those poopers, but also sometimes I want to shout, "Why, why are you doing that?!"  They're 3.  They have no idea why they're doing most things.  It's definitely a learning experience.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;In other news, Kendall and I are starting to feel somewhat of an affinity toward our spider friends.  (Note: Only spiders that do not move and are in public places, such as the living room, are acceptable companions).  They keep the mosquitoes away (supposedly).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;This week, Isaak has been a snotty kid.  He is really cute about it though, because he actually lets you wipe his nose, and tells you when he needs a tissue.  Sometimes, he even wipes his nose himself.  What a genius.  Also, we planned a beach day yesterday.  True, yesterday was Friday.  BUT, it was DOMINICAN INDEPENDENCE DAY!  Apparently, the Dominicans gained Independence from Haiti in 1844 on el 27 de febrero.  Fortunately it didn't take them 2 days longer, or else they would only be able to celebrate every four years...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Good news about Feb 27: holiday!  Bad news: Our water pump broke.  Juan Carlos can't work on holiday weekend!  My last shower was Wednesday I think.  Kendall and I should probably enter into a greasy hair contest.  We have gotten a little bit of water with the fancy "hold a bucket with a rake and dip it into the cistern" trick that Anne taught us.  Needless to say, we have working porta potties here in the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Yesterday, we planned a Cabarete beach day!  Ashley, Kendall, and I took the kids on the 45-minute guagua ride to the beach.  Picture a 12-seater van (guagua).  I believe the seats are designed for 3 grown adults to sit in the last row.  Normally, Dominicans put 4.  Yesterday, there were 4 adults and 5 children in that last row.  Fun ride, I tell ya!  The concept of personal space is very different here.  We get there, and everything is fine, except that Isaak is feeling warm...  Really warm.  To add to that, he started just laying on a beach chair staring into space instead of being the wild man he usually is.  Around nap time, I went and got some baby Tylenol for him.  I gave him some around lunchtime, and again when we got home that evening.  I found the thermometer, and the poor kid was at 102.  He laid around on a cool pack for a while while I frantically updated his mama.  I also caught him sucking on that cool pack.  The kid loves ice.  What a goon.  Anyway, the scare is over.  By bedtime, his fever was down to 99, but that was my first sickie kid experience (besides this whole snot week).  Blessedly, we have yet to have any pukers at home.  We are probably going to hit up the doctor, too.  Sick kids are so pitiful...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;So, today, we are just hanging out and listening for the "Aguacate!" lady to come around.  Our weekends are jam-packed.  Before I go, I will tell you about a random awesome thing that happened ten minutes ago.  Kendall and I both pressed play for the same song on Itunes at the exact same time.  When it started playing on my computer, she was confused, because she had just started the same one! Weird.  Beyonce's "Halo." Look it up.  It's a jam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I hope everyone is doing great, keep the kiddos' health in your prayers.  We want healthy tweems!  Also, please keep in mind that we are so aware that our random water problems are nothing compared to most of the families we work with.  Our preschoolers live in villages where running water doesn't exist.  We are greatly blessed at the Makarios house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242987601229648190-1220035230410564637?l=katymkemp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/feeds/1220035230410564637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242987601229648190&amp;postID=1220035230410564637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default/1220035230410564637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default/1220035230410564637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/2009/02/unmarried-with-children.html' title='(Un)Married with Children'/><author><name>Katy Livingston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08269420375177601350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/TTnMXMSH8oI/AAAAAAAABy8/GIzf_v51-14/s220/Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242987601229648190.post-4412044228378511281</id><published>2009-02-17T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T14:04:48.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h4 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Hebrews 10&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h5 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Christ's Sacrifice Once for All &lt;/h5&gt; &lt;sup id="en-NIV-30119" class="versenum" value="1"&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;The law is only a shadow of the good things that are coming—not the realities themselves. For this reason it can never, by the same sacrifices repeated endlessly year after year, make perfect those who draw near to worship. &lt;sup id="en-NIV-30120" class="versenum" value="2"&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;If it could, would they not have stopped being offered? For the worshipers would have been cleansed once for all, and would no longer have felt guilty for their sins. &lt;sup id="en-NIV-30121" class="versenum" value="3"&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt;But those sacrifices are an annual reminder of sins, &lt;sup id="en-NIV-30122" class="versenum" value="4"&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt;because it is impossible for the blood of bulls and goats to take away sins. &lt;p&gt; &lt;sup id="en-NIV-30123" class="versenum" value="5"&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt;Therefore, when Christ came into the world, he said:&lt;br /&gt;  "Sacrifice and offering you did not desire,&lt;br /&gt;     but a body you prepared for me;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup id="en-NIV-30124" class="versenum" value="6"&gt;6&lt;/sup&gt;with burnt offerings and sin offerings&lt;br /&gt;     you were not pleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup id="en-NIV-30125" class="versenum" value="7"&gt;7&lt;/sup&gt;Then I said, 'Here I am—it is written about me in the scroll—&lt;br /&gt;     I have come to do your will, O God.' " &lt;sup id="en-NIV-30126" class="versenum" value="8"&gt;8&lt;/sup&gt;First he said, "Sacrifices and offerings, burnt offerings and sin offerings you did not desire, nor were you pleased with them" (although the law required them to be made). &lt;sup id="en-NIV-30127" class="versenum" value="9"&gt;9&lt;/sup&gt;Then he said, "Here I am, I have come to do your will." He sets aside the first to establish the second. &lt;sup id="en-NIV-30128" class="versenum" value="10"&gt;10&lt;/sup&gt;And by that will, we have been made holy through the sacrifice of the body of Jesus Christ once for all. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup id="en-NIV-30129" class="versenum" value="11"&gt;11&lt;/sup&gt;Day after day every priest stands and performs his religious duties; again and again he offers the same sacrifices, which can never take away sins. &lt;sup id="en-NIV-30130" class="versenum" value="12"&gt;12&lt;/sup&gt;But when this priest had offered for all time one sacrifice for sins, he sat down at the right hand of God. &lt;sup id="en-NIV-30131" class="versenum" value="13"&gt;13&lt;/sup&gt;Since that time he waits for his enemies to be made his footstool, &lt;sup id="en-NIV-30132" class="versenum" value="14"&gt;14&lt;/sup&gt;because by one sacrifice he has made perfect forever those who are being made holy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup id="en-NIV-30133" class="versenum" value="15"&gt;15&lt;/sup&gt;The Holy Spirit also testifies to us about this. First he says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup id="en-NIV-30134" class="versenum" value="16"&gt;16&lt;/sup&gt;"This is the covenant I will make with them&lt;br /&gt;     after that time, says the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;  I will put my laws in their hearts,&lt;br /&gt;     and I will write them on their minds." &lt;sup id="en-NIV-30135" class="versenum" value="17"&gt;17&lt;/sup&gt;Then he adds:&lt;br /&gt;  "Their sins and lawless acts&lt;br /&gt;     I will remember no more." &lt;sup id="en-NIV-30136" class="versenum" value="18"&gt;18&lt;/sup&gt;And where these have been forgiven, there is no longer any sacrifice for sin. &lt;sup id="en-NIV-30137" class="versenum" value="19"&gt;19&lt;/sup&gt;Therefore, brothers, since we have confidence to enter the Most Holy Place by the blood of Jesus, &lt;sup id="en-NIV-30138" class="versenum" value="20"&gt;20&lt;/sup&gt;by a new and living way opened for us through the curtain, that is, his body, &lt;sup id="en-NIV-30139" class="versenum" value="21"&gt;21&lt;/sup&gt;and since we have a great priest over the house of God, &lt;sup id="en-NIV-30140" class="versenum" value="22"&gt;22&lt;/sup&gt;let us draw near to God with a sincere heart in full assurance of faith, having our hearts sprinkled to cleanse us from a guilty conscience and having our bodies washed with pure water. &lt;sup id="en-NIV-30141" class="versenum" value="23"&gt;23&lt;/sup&gt;Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess, for he who promised is faithful. &lt;sup id="en-NIV-30142" class="versenum" value="24"&gt;24&lt;/sup&gt;And let us consider how we may spur one another on toward love and good deeds. &lt;sup id="en-NIV-30143" class="versenum" value="25"&gt;25&lt;/sup&gt;Let us not give up meeting together, as some are in the habit of doing, but let us encourage one another—and all the more as you see the Day approaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wow... I have no better words than these.&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/4242987601229648190-4412044228378511281?l=katymkemp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/feeds/4412044228378511281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242987601229648190&amp;postID=4412044228378511281' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default/4412044228378511281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default/4412044228378511281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/2009/02/hebrews-10-christs-sacrifice-once-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Katy Livingston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08269420375177601350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/TTnMXMSH8oI/AAAAAAAABy8/GIzf_v51-14/s220/Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242987601229648190.post-2729702437498252583</id><published>2009-02-15T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T16:02:20.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A mezcla, if you will.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/SZim39XAChI/AAAAAAAAAbo/jV1m4XZC9vo/s1600-h/IMG_0172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/SZim39XAChI/AAAAAAAAAbo/jV1m4XZC9vo/s320/IMG_0172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303172041522809362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Junkyard dogs.  These are the littlest pups that hang around the escuela.  That nasty, mangey one is NOT part of the normal group.  Not pictured are: Eh-Scooby Du and some other black nameless dog.  Here in the middle is Eh-shadow and on the right is the tiny, frail pup I like to call Cricket.  (Cricket may survive-- the other dogs let her eat a good portion of our random leftover food).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/SZim39CvrCI/AAAAAAAAAbg/_Q2gA3MfU4c/s1600-h/IMG_0171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/SZim39CvrCI/AAAAAAAAAbg/_Q2gA3MfU4c/s320/IMG_0171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303172041437850658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;This is just a lovely shot of one of our rainy days.  I just like this picture because you can see the random lady on her roof with an umbrella doing... who knows what. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/SZim3YHnUeI/AAAAAAAAAbY/gsmuv5JoG9g/s1600-h/IMG_0184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/SZim3YHnUeI/AAAAAAAAAbY/gsmuv5JoG9g/s320/IMG_0184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303172031526162914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Just a little Valentine I made during Ashley's art class :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/SZim3U2N42I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/pCdeit8DX0s/s1600-h/IMG_0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/SZim3U2N42I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/pCdeit8DX0s/s320/IMG_0060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303172030647886690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: arial;"&gt;This is Isabela, the mountain we hiked today.  I agreed to go, because I wanted to see it so badly, but I was really fearful of dragging everyone down.  My roommates and Anne are in much better shape than I am, but I decided to give it a go.  Needless to say, I wanted to quit-- badly.  I even told the others I was just going to walk back down, so they should keep going (approximately 15 minutes from the top).  They forced me to finish, for which I am very grateful.  We took a little gondola ride down.  For more info on that, see Kendall's blog.  She actually took pictures.  I was just trying to survive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/SZim3FFZRqI/AAAAAAAAAbI/5UupjRbqg_k/s1600-h/IMG_0181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/SZim3FFZRqI/AAAAAAAAAbI/5UupjRbqg_k/s320/IMG_0181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303172026416580258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ashley took Kendall and me to visit Luis Fernando's house.  He lives with a lady and I think 5 other kids in this place.  His mom is out of the picture, because she left, so this is his new family.  This is one of two rooms in the house.  (I will put a few more pictures up on a web album when I get the chance).  The other kids: Islan, Yulena, and Agle were quick to offer us the only 3 chairs in the house, and so we sat.  We hung out while they watched tv, showed us their homework, and drew pictures.  Islan and Yulena played with my hair.  Luis showed us some marbles he stored in the freezer...  Yea, I'm pretty sure the freezer didn't work.  Anyway, it's really humbling to see families who have next to nothing, and are quick to offer you their hospitality.  God has really been using the people here to show me how I need to get over my sinful pride and learn how to really love people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentines Day.&lt;br /&gt;I had a fabulous Valentine's Day.  It only could have been better had my Valentine been in this country.  Ashley and the other staff attended the wedding of a dear friend, so Kendall and I planned a day at the beach.  Garrett and Anne were wonderful enough to offer us a ride to the the beach in Sosua that they recommended to us.  The beach was great!  It was small and had a beautiful view, and our chairs were maybe 6 feet away from the water.  Note to visitors: it costs 10 pesos to use the bathroom...  We also hit up the Mexican restaurant in Sosua, where we had some really good chicken fajitas.  Continuing in this theme, we returned home to whip up some guacamole and queso!  Ashley, Garrett, and Anne came by after the wedding to meet us.  Ashley whipped up some lovely beverages.  I forgot to tell the guacamole miracle.  There were no aguacates at the grocery store on Friday, so we were left to pray and hope for the "Aguacate aguacate!" lady to come through the neighborhood with the big bowl on her head.  On Saturday morning, I heard her coming down the street to our house!  It was meant to me.  Also, I forgot to mention that this was my first time ever to make queso without a microwave.  It worked out.  Cleaning the pan was a bit nasty, but everyone survived. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea if this entry was even coherent, but it's all I've got right now!  I love you all.  Now you keep loving other people.  I mean, try and love people unconditionally.  Also, please pray me through that, and I will try and do the same for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242987601229648190-2729702437498252583?l=katymkemp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/feeds/2729702437498252583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242987601229648190&amp;postID=2729702437498252583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default/2729702437498252583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default/2729702437498252583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/2009/02/mezcla-if-you-will.html' title='A mezcla, if you will.'/><author><name>Katy Livingston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08269420375177601350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/TTnMXMSH8oI/AAAAAAAABy8/GIzf_v51-14/s220/Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/SZim39XAChI/AAAAAAAAAbo/jV1m4XZC9vo/s72-c/IMG_0172.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242987601229648190.post-7653274948580386393</id><published>2009-02-13T13:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T13:30:19.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fracaso.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Today, I had a fun little experience learning the Spanish language.  I would say that I am doing... meh, alright, with communication.  A little moment in class today proved that I should not be getting too complacent about any possible Spanish skillz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mira this little scenario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Fridays, we have our bible classes with older students.  They come to school, eat a snack, learn a bible lesson, and do some fun activity.  Today, while the kids were their boiled eggs (with bread and a vitamin), I found myself alone in the classroom of kids.  No problema, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;until &lt;/span&gt;one of the kids looked at me and said something I didn't understand plus "sal." I told her "No entiendo," which caused other kids to try and help me understand by just looking at me and saying "Sal. Sal. Sal."(in increasing volume). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sal" is the command form of the verb salir, which means: to go/get out.  I thought the kids were being really rude and asking me to leave! Those poopers!  Little did I know, the chilluns were just asking for "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sal&lt;/span&gt;" as in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;salt&lt;/span&gt;. Of course they wanted salt with their eggs.  Dang that listening in context!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty glad Ashley came and rescued me from further confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242987601229648190-7653274948580386393?l=katymkemp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/feeds/7653274948580386393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242987601229648190&amp;postID=7653274948580386393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default/7653274948580386393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default/7653274948580386393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/2009/02/fracaso.html' title='Fracaso.'/><author><name>Katy Livingston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08269420375177601350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/TTnMXMSH8oI/AAAAAAAABy8/GIzf_v51-14/s220/Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242987601229648190.post-8944155381547733226</id><published>2009-02-05T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T12:21:58.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So, I let them put on their own underwear...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/SYtKRPHyg_I/AAAAAAAAAaI/7kLiVVAMUiM/s1600-h/IMG_0168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/SYtKRPHyg_I/AAAAAAAAAaI/7kLiVVAMUiM/s320/IMG_0168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299411046508954610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot.  (Isaak left, Jakob right).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242987601229648190-8944155381547733226?l=katymkemp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/feeds/8944155381547733226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242987601229648190&amp;postID=8944155381547733226' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default/8944155381547733226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default/8944155381547733226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-i-let-them-put-on-their-own.html' title='So, I let them put on their own underwear...'/><author><name>Katy Livingston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08269420375177601350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/TTnMXMSH8oI/AAAAAAAABy8/GIzf_v51-14/s220/Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/SYtKRPHyg_I/AAAAAAAAAaI/7kLiVVAMUiM/s72-c/IMG_0168.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242987601229648190.post-789256245304500072</id><published>2009-02-03T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T17:37:40.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PRAISE, Beaches, Potties, and Snot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/SYjvdoXTAPI/AAAAAAAAAYg/rWLDnBYsJCs/s1600-h/IMG_0159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/SYjvdoXTAPI/AAAAAAAAAYg/rWLDnBYsJCs/s320/IMG_0159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298748253931766002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/SYjvdSQmAeI/AAAAAAAAAYY/iwKuoLYM0wE/s1600-h/IMG_0154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/SYjvdSQmAeI/AAAAAAAAAYY/iwKuoLYM0wE/s320/IMG_0154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298748247998071266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;BIG NEWS.&lt;br /&gt;I have officially been given enough support for my full 6-month stay here in the Dominican Republic!  I will be sending out an email very soon to my supporters, but right now, I just want to express my deepest thanks to everyone who helped me get here.  I appreciate everyone's generosity more than I can say.  God has been so faithful to me, and I hope all of you are able to see the fruits of your giving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beaches!&lt;br /&gt;Sharla brought Kendall and me along for a little weekend getaway to the beach, tweem-style.  These are just a couple of pics from this weekend.  The one on the right shows the little poopers in their speedo-type swimmy diapers.  Poop holders, if you will.  Little do they know, these pictures are now saved to multiple computers to bring back into their lives in their awkward teenage years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potties:&lt;br /&gt;Officialy potty training starts tomorrow.  I call it the quick and dirty method.  Mom has consulted other moms and decided the way to go is to talk to the kids, put them in their new fancy underwear, have them drink a lot, and set off a timer to ring every 20 minutes to tell us when to sit on the potty.  We will also begin to use the fancy potty charts that Ashley and I crafted out of construction paper.  Who wants a sticker?!?!?!? You have to pee first.  Poop lets you use one of the sparkly horsie stickers.  This will definitely get their attention, since they have somewhat of an obsession with horses of any kind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snot.&lt;br /&gt;No big story here.  I got my first sinus infection in Latin America.  Luckily, due to circumstances in Spain, I know how to ask for Zithromax in Spanish.  Also, a round of antibiotics requires no perscription here, and costs about the equivalent of $10 USD.  I bought two rounds, and even though they were relatively cheap to Americans, I thought: "I'm blowing 660 pesos in one sitting!" Gah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few more updates: &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/katymkemp/EneroDR?feat"&gt;http://picasaweb.google.com/katymkemp/EneroDR?feat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242987601229648190-789256245304500072?l=katymkemp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/feeds/789256245304500072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242987601229648190&amp;postID=789256245304500072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default/789256245304500072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default/789256245304500072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/2009/02/praise-beaches-potties-and-snot.html' title='PRAISE, Beaches, Potties, and Snot!'/><author><name>Katy Livingston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08269420375177601350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/TTnMXMSH8oI/AAAAAAAABy8/GIzf_v51-14/s220/Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/SYjvdoXTAPI/AAAAAAAAAYg/rWLDnBYsJCs/s72-c/IMG_0159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242987601229648190.post-9194642868557840952</id><published>2009-01-26T05:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T05:26:53.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nights of Fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/SX257Dp9a5I/AAAAAAAAATA/PByb0zXHPrc/s1600-h/banana+spider.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/SX257Dp9a5I/AAAAAAAAATA/PByb0zXHPrc/s320/banana+spider.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295593161102289810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So, quick little story: Sharla, Kendall, Ashley, and I had a little movie night in our room a couple of nights ago.  We all sat on the "couch" (aka an extra bottom bunk).  After a while, Sharla stood up, and Ashley saw this little visitor.  Sharla goes, "I KNEW there was a spider in my hair!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;After this, Sharla and Ashley were totally fine with watching the end of the movie with a live spider wandering around the wall by our beds, but Kendall and I were on edge...  We forced Sharla to kill the banana spider.  No lie, these things are as big as the palm of your hand and FAST.  Ashley says they're shifty.  Anyway, we had to sleep with the windows closed that night due to fear (mine and Kendall's).  This probably won't be possible in the 100-degree summer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242987601229648190-9194642868557840952?l=katymkemp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/feeds/9194642868557840952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242987601229648190&amp;postID=9194642868557840952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default/9194642868557840952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default/9194642868557840952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/2009/01/nights-of-fear.html' title='Nights of Fear'/><author><name>Katy Livingston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08269420375177601350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/TTnMXMSH8oI/AAAAAAAABy8/GIzf_v51-14/s220/Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/SX257Dp9a5I/AAAAAAAAATA/PByb0zXHPrc/s72-c/banana+spider.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242987601229648190.post-4984400161172522241</id><published>2009-01-25T05:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T05:29:24.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Training Day (minus Denzel)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/SXxoX9Zc6II/AAAAAAAAASw/vqMu8GfzW54/s1600-h/n8326755_51939232_7719.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/SXxoX9Zc6II/AAAAAAAAASw/vqMu8GfzW54/s320/n8326755_51939232_7719.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295222022708455554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh yea,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot we have JOBS here, too. This week, we were able to attend a seminar thanks to our wonderful staff manager, Anne. All of the Makarios staff that works at the school (Anne, Robin, Cara, Cristina, Ashley, Kendall, myself) were able to go to another city, Jarbacoa to attend training in "positive discipline."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharla's friends, Krista and Chad, have started an amazing school in Jarbacoa called Doulos: &lt;a href="http://doulosdiscovery.org/content/"&gt;http://doulosdiscovery.org/content/&lt;/a&gt;.It is truly an amzing place. They have 300 kids in a bilingual, Christian learning environment. It is a beautiful school in the mountains with some amazing people working there. They have a completely bilingual staff. Dominican teachers work in the younger classrooms, and at some point in elementary school, the gringos start teaching in English rooms. The goal is to have teachers all teaching in their native language. Anyway, I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lovely teacher/pastor named Jim was sent by his church to come and deliver this seminar on Positive Discipline. It really gave us some time to think about how we want to improve our classrooms. We were able to take these tools and think about how to apply them to our school, where kids are all preschool-aged. Although we all have a heart to improve the lives and education of our kiddos, most of us do not have teaching experience outside of this environment. Also, our kids are all ages 3-6, have never been in a school setting in their lives, and sometimes do not even speak much Spanish. There are a lot of challenges to face. The Doulos staff welcomed the 7 of us with open arms, and I am so thankful. I am also thankful to Anne for arranging sessions like these to help enrich us and make us better teachers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for us that we make the best educational environment possible for our kids, and that we are able to jump all of the hurdles along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, this has nothing to do with the seminar, but we drove up on Tuesday night, and stayed overnight to attend the Wednesday all-day seminar. Tuesday night, we ate....MEXICAN FOOD! There are Mexicans here, and they opened a restaurant! Yes! Since queso is pretty much tex-mex, the cheese we ordered was a little bit like a ball park, but the salsa was spot on, and just being at a table with tacos was awesome. Kendall and I almost cried when we found out where we were eating. Hallelujah! (The picture above shows the roomskies after Mexican dinner).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242987601229648190-4984400161172522241?l=katymkemp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/feeds/4984400161172522241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242987601229648190&amp;postID=4984400161172522241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default/4984400161172522241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default/4984400161172522241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/2009/01/training-day-minus-denzel.html' title='Training Day (minus Denzel)'/><author><name>Katy Livingston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08269420375177601350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/TTnMXMSH8oI/AAAAAAAABy8/GIzf_v51-14/s220/Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/SXxoX9Zc6II/AAAAAAAAASw/vqMu8GfzW54/s72-c/n8326755_51939232_7719.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242987601229648190.post-8725496202727587491</id><published>2009-01-24T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T15:31:27.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cumples Dominicanos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" href="http://picasaweb.google.com/katymkemp/EneroDR#"&gt;http://picasaweb.google.com/katymkemp/EneroDR# &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;This week we had a few fun days.  My new friends celebrated my birthday hugely!  It was wonderful!  My roommates had every little detail covered, including little notes and signs for me.  Check the album above for a few added pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The tweems turned 3 on Friday!  It was a big day.  They made a fort with their mom and watched horsie movies during the day.  That kind of went like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sharla- "Garrett, do you have any movies with a lot of horses or something?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Garrett- "Yea, I have Blazing Saddles.  It's basically just horses and cows walking around the whole time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;That seemed to work out well.  Nana and Papaw came over for the boys' birthday celebration, and it was a lot of fun!  They don't eat white sugar usually, so birthday cake is a big deal for them!  Isaak looked at the candles and pointed and kept making the sign for "hurt, hurt, hurt." My wonderful family sent me a package complete with tank tops, toys for the twins, and salmonella snacks! (Love you, mom). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;All in all, it was a great week, and it helped us stay positive during the 48 hours of straight rain-- that is not an exaggeration.  We even had a hard time at school, since some kids are unable to make it when the water gets so high (a.k.a. the kids that cross a river on the way to school)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242987601229648190-8725496202727587491?l=katymkemp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/feeds/8725496202727587491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242987601229648190&amp;postID=8725496202727587491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default/8725496202727587491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default/8725496202727587491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/2009/01/cumples-dominicanos.html' title='Cumples Dominicanos'/><author><name>Katy Livingston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08269420375177601350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/TTnMXMSH8oI/AAAAAAAABy8/GIzf_v51-14/s220/Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242987601229648190.post-3521733244563167087</id><published>2009-01-22T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T06:05:42.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fotos</title><content type='html'>Hey all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This link (hopefully) will take you to an album I made... &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/katymkemp/EneroDR?feat"&gt;&lt;span class="status_text"&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://picasaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;eb.google.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;katymkemp/Ener&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;oDR?feat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of now, these are pretty much the same as the ones on facebook, but I am going to start using Picassa from now on... Hopefully I figure out how use it effectively!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242987601229648190-3521733244563167087?l=katymkemp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/feeds/3521733244563167087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242987601229648190&amp;postID=3521733244563167087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default/3521733244563167087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default/3521733244563167087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/2009/01/fotos.html' title='Fotos'/><author><name>Katy Livingston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08269420375177601350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/TTnMXMSH8oI/AAAAAAAABy8/GIzf_v51-14/s220/Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242987601229648190.post-1545415699911561430</id><published>2009-01-18T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T17:07:11.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing outside during church...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/SXPRl1Q_L5I/AAAAAAAAADs/u8GI9qbpFfE/s1600-h/roomies1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/SXPRl1Q_L5I/AAAAAAAAADs/u8GI9qbpFfE/s320/roomies1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292804434974158738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is the proof that I spent beach day in a jacket instead of my pee shirt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/SXPROp9jpyI/AAAAAAAAADk/ypkftwft6PY/s1600-h/churchplay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/SXPROp9jpyI/AAAAAAAAADk/ypkftwft6PY/s320/churchplay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292804036802881314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The tweems can only last for the first hour, so we resorted to playing in a courtyard for the second half.  Apparently, they liked being swung off of benches and stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For other updates about our adventures here, see Ashley and Kendall's blogs.  (They should be "followers" over on the right side of this page).  They are my new roommates!  In the first picture, Ashley is in the middle, and Kendall is on the right.  Obviously, they rock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242987601229648190-1545415699911561430?l=katymkemp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/feeds/1545415699911561430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242987601229648190&amp;postID=1545415699911561430' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default/1545415699911561430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default/1545415699911561430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/2009/01/playing-outside-during-church.html' title='Playing outside during church...'/><author><name>Katy Livingston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08269420375177601350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/TTnMXMSH8oI/AAAAAAAABy8/GIzf_v51-14/s220/Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/SXPRl1Q_L5I/AAAAAAAAADs/u8GI9qbpFfE/s72-c/roomies1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242987601229648190.post-6654859217576640846</id><published>2009-01-14T05:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T05:50:28.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sin los Jefes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Well, the last few days have been...interesting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our director and staff managers (Sharla, Ann, Garrett) left for Sudan on Friday.  They are talking with some people who want to start a school there, since the country is in some sort of "peace" time for 3 years or something like that.  Pray for their safety and that God can use them there to be a light in that nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, side note, why do they call it "the" Sudan?  Seriously.  We can't figure it out, even after consulting Google!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the next day was beach day, the final full day, for the mission trip group that was here for about a week from the Austin Stone.  We woke up on Saturday to find that we were out of water.  My roommate Ashley called the city to come fill up our tank, so after waiting around for that, we finally left for the beach.  It rained off and on that day, but we still had fun.  The tweems took a nap on the floor of a patio cafe, and after that, I took them back out to the water.  They have these swim diapers that are reusable that pretty much just...hold in poop.  (Thankfully, we avoided that).  As it turns out, two kids are harder to move around than one, so I had Jakob by the hand and was holding Isaak.  Then, something warm dripped all the way down my stomach/leg, so Isaak peed on me during the 30 second walk from the patio to the beach.  I changed and spent the rest of beach day in shorts and a windbreaker I brought for the rain.  It was pretty hilarious.  I think either Ashley or Kendall has that documented on film somewhere for our "first official roommate picture."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all 20 of us got back from the beach, we discovered that we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still &lt;/span&gt;had no water.  We could get a low-pressure drip from the outside faucet, so we filled up a few buckets.  Basically, what this means is: the group of 16 people went to beach day, took a rag bath in a bucket they shared with 3 other people, came to church Sunday morning, and took a flight home...all with no shower.  I believe the water was just returning literally 15 minutes before the group left the house, so we were forced to employ the "If it's yellow, let it mellow, if it's brown, flush it down" rule.  Too much information?  Sorry, but that's how it worked.  We later found out that our pipes were probably just overheated from working while having no water in them, so by Sunday afternoon, we were up and running, which is about the time the internet disappeared.  Ashley and I made some awkward, semi-understood phone calls to the company, and eventually decided to have a technician come out Tuesday morning.  Apparently, when they say they will come, that doesn't really mean anything, so they didn't come.  BUT, when I got home from preschool on Tuesday afternoon, our internet had miraculously appeared again!  Hallelujah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, all is well.  The tweems used the potty on Monday!  Hopefully that starts happening more often.  We might make a sticker chart or something for them to do, even though just being able to flush seemed like a pretty exciting reward...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come later! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242987601229648190-6654859217576640846?l=katymkemp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/feeds/6654859217576640846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242987601229648190&amp;postID=6654859217576640846' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default/6654859217576640846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default/6654859217576640846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/2009/01/sin-los-jefes.html' title='Sin los Jefes'/><author><name>Katy Livingston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08269420375177601350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/TTnMXMSH8oI/AAAAAAAABy8/GIzf_v51-14/s220/Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242987601229648190.post-3015198025760656191</id><published>2009-01-10T05:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T05:17:21.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Los Tweems</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/SWieCfepn7I/AAAAAAAAABs/BNiEJDTntWg/s1600-h/IMG_0065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/SWieCfepn7I/AAAAAAAAABs/BNiEJDTntWg/s320/IMG_0065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289651527993630642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is Isaak (left) and Jakob (right).   I took an individual picture of Jakob when I couldn't explain to Isaak in signs to take one, so after that, Isaak was super-pumped about getting his picture taken, hence the huge smile.  These kids are thug life.  I mean, look at them.  I also upload a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;few &lt;/span&gt;more pictures on my facebook page.  I am still working on finding a better website for photos...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242987601229648190-3015198025760656191?l=katymkemp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/feeds/3015198025760656191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242987601229648190&amp;postID=3015198025760656191' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default/3015198025760656191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default/3015198025760656191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/2009/01/los-tweems.html' title='Los Tweems'/><author><name>Katy Livingston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08269420375177601350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/TTnMXMSH8oI/AAAAAAAABy8/GIzf_v51-14/s220/Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/SWieCfepn7I/AAAAAAAAABs/BNiEJDTntWg/s72-c/IMG_0065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242987601229648190.post-1257480691384607958</id><published>2009-01-08T17:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T17:39:39.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where should I begin?  I have so much to tell, so I will have to skip a lot of it to avoid completely boring everyone who reads this...But, if you have any doubt as to whether I have your email address and would like more detailed updates along with prayer requests, please, please send me your email (katymkemp@gmail.com)!  I really want to send more information to all of my supporters, family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am slowly but surely getting to know "los tweems," Isaak and Jakob.  When Spanish-speakers say "twins" in English, it sounds like tweems, so that nickname sort of stuck.  They are little balls of energy, and a ton of fun.  I wanted to show you a picture I conned then into taking today, but that will have to wait until I can get downstairs where the internet connection works faster!  (There is currently a mission trip group down there having bible study).  A few facts about the tweems:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- They will turn 3 on January 23, the day after my birthday.  I told Jakob we can have a joint birthday party, and he can pick the theme.  He has not decided on a theme yet, but he would like us to have raisins there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Isaak is completely deaf in one ear and partially in the other.  Kendall and I are trying to learn signs he knows and also new ones to help us communicate better.  The goal is to get a more precise hearing aid for him once Sharla gets them to the states. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  They eat almost anything!  Even vegetables.  Onions, bell peppers, whatever, as long as they aren't trying to make a statement that day by pretending like they can't eat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The last thing was a lie.  They actually don't eat any white sugar...  I have no idea how they are so happy.  (it's because they don't know!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jakob is making leaps and bounds with talking.  He is a little behind, but is bilingual, and can understand anything you tell him.  He is getting better any better about responding in full sentences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- They are both becoming quite the little artists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- This year we are going to try and conquer potty training...Yay?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also went to the Makarios school for the first time today.  I am going to be helping with Cara and Ashley.  Ashley's class was a lot of fun.  The kids are such characters.  It is a really great environment for them to come in their uniforms, get two hot meals, sing songs, and learn preschool curriculum.  I am really looking forward to continuing on in her class.  The kids are much more forgiving of broken Spanish and partial comprehension on my part.  Also, they are so cute.  I almost kidnapped a little girl and brought her home with me in my pocket.  I will try to set up a flickr account to throw all of the pictures I take.  (This the most technologically advanced year I've ever had, so please be patient with that)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am surrounded by some amazing, Godly women (and man, haha, only one) right now, and it's really forcing me to assess my walk with Christ and redefine what that looks like.  This is going to be a season of growth in my life, and I am so thankful for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242987601229648190-1257480691384607958?l=katymkemp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/feeds/1257480691384607958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242987601229648190&amp;postID=1257480691384607958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default/1257480691384607958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default/1257480691384607958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/2009/01/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Katy Livingston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08269420375177601350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/TTnMXMSH8oI/AAAAAAAABy8/GIzf_v51-14/s220/Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242987601229648190.post-7375506465970288689</id><published>2009-01-04T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T12:40:12.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Well it has been a while!  So many things have happened.  I guess I will have to skip over the holidays and go straight to the D.R. stuff.  But I will say that two loves in my life bought me a brand-spankin-new camera, so once I get the swing of things here, I can start documenting some of it on film, or uh, digital-ness.  I should post some things soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have been in Puerto Plata for about 20 hours now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up around 3am on Saturday morning for my 6am flight out of Houston.  My family (including the wiener) plus Dave drove me to the airport.  I got to Miami, where I wandered around aimlessly, ate some Doritos and had a coke around 9am, and tried some questionable airport sushi when I thought it was about lunchtime.  After that, my old bible study leader who works here, Cara, found me, and we talked with Ashley (my new roomie) until the flight to Puerto Plata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived along with Kendall, another new Makarios person, stood in a line to pay 10 dollars for a "tourist card," got the tourist card, then walked promptly through a line that took the newly acquired tourist card back from you.  Sharla (the director of Makarios) picked us up, and we went to the house!  The house was lovely and crowded.  A mission group from the Austin Stone arrived hours before us, so there were many many new faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two things I will have to get used to the most are: brushing your teeth with only bottled water and remembering to put all toilet paper in the trash can... You can't flush!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two things are more difficult for me to handle than the lack of air conditioning.  Pero, this is nothing compared to how many people in the world live.  We have it good here at Makarios. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning we went to church, which lasted for two hours.  The women wear head coverings and everything.  For the first hour, random men throughout the congregation will stand and speak a word from God, and someone will suggest a hymn to sing.  During the second hour, a preacher preaches.  Thankfully, I was able to understand the sermon pretty well.  Unfortunately, the people who spoke to me after church were much less understandable.  My Spanish is hilariously out of practice, and these accents here are very different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, praise God I am here and alive for another day, and safe!  I can't wait to see how he moves here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242987601229648190-7375506465970288689?l=katymkemp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/feeds/7375506465970288689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242987601229648190&amp;postID=7375506465970288689' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default/7375506465970288689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default/7375506465970288689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/2009/01/well-it-has-been-while-so-many-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Katy Livingston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08269420375177601350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/TTnMXMSH8oI/AAAAAAAABy8/GIzf_v51-14/s220/Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242987601229648190.post-5721417332309898601</id><published>2008-12-31T07:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T07:48:45.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM LEAVING IN 3 DAYS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242987601229648190-5721417332309898601?l=katymkemp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/feeds/5721417332309898601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242987601229648190&amp;postID=5721417332309898601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default/5721417332309898601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default/5721417332309898601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-leaving-in-3-days-gah.html' title=''/><author><name>Katy Livingston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08269420375177601350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/TTnMXMSH8oI/AAAAAAAABy8/GIzf_v51-14/s220/Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242987601229648190.post-8293181011878818621</id><published>2008-12-15T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T13:05:52.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;It is my last week of work at the lab.  It is super-weird.  I am actually going to have to clean out my desk and stuff!  Creepy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Also, this weekend I took a quick trip to Austin to have orientation with the director of Makarios, Sharla.  I met my future roommate/coworker Kendall, and it was great!  Both of us seem to think the whole experience is coming at us too fast to really even process it.  The world needs to slow down a just little bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;This weekend I am going to visit Chicago for the first time to meet some special people!  I am very excited, and praying that I don't literally freeze to the point of death.  I had to buy a real coat (that I've secretly been wanting forever but never actually bought, since it gets cold approximate 4 days a year in Houston).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Lately, I have just been really interested in any opportunity to visit any new place (hence the Dominican Republic deal).  I just feel like there are so many things to see in the world, and why not jump at the chance to see what you can?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Finally, I am still seeing God's faithfulness in bringing support in for the trip.  I still need to raise about $1,000, but I know He will provide.  I am just trying to soak up all the time I have now with the people I love before i leave!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Besos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242987601229648190-8293181011878818621?l=katymkemp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/feeds/8293181011878818621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242987601229648190&amp;postID=8293181011878818621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default/8293181011878818621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default/8293181011878818621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/2008/12/well.html' title=''/><author><name>Katy Livingston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08269420375177601350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/TTnMXMSH8oI/AAAAAAAABy8/GIzf_v51-14/s220/Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242987601229648190.post-6197547502222462082</id><published>2008-11-25T08:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T09:16:23.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot or Cold</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;So, I was talking to my friend at work the other day about Makarios.  I did not send support letters to coworkers, because I did not think that would be appropriate, and I would feel like I was putting people in an awkward position by asking them to "commit to praying" for me if they do not feel led to prayer in general. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend said he probably would not pray for me, because he didn't think my God would listen to him.  Obviously, I disagreed with that.  But, he went on to explain: the reason he would not pray for me is that he thinks if you are going to pray, you should believe in the God you pray to, and you should be genuine about it.  He doesn't think people should "half-ass" something like that.  We both acknowledged that people who are simply going through the motions are kidding themselves.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not agree more.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him that I think he has a better view of prayer than so many Christians.  So many of us just go through the motions because we feel it's the right thing to do.  Do I pray constantly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;knowing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;that I will be answered, or are some requests born out of repetition or duty?  I know that I am guilty of writing some things off as being too far gone.  Is anything too far beyond God's power?  I think not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;My friend at work reminded me of un amor de mi vida.  She always says that she hates lukewarm lives.  Be all in, or all out.  Don't sit on the fence.  It's pointless to go through the motions of something without being passionate about it.  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;So many unexpected little lessons learned...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242987601229648190-6197547502222462082?l=katymkemp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/feeds/6197547502222462082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242987601229648190&amp;postID=6197547502222462082' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default/6197547502222462082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default/6197547502222462082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/2008/11/hot-or-cold.html' title='Hot or Cold'/><author><name>Katy Livingston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08269420375177601350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/TTnMXMSH8oI/AAAAAAAABy8/GIzf_v51-14/s220/Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242987601229648190.post-5915498354914744247</id><published>2008-11-20T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T11:16:42.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Onward and Upward</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/SSW06UlTrxI/AAAAAAAAAAo/aQ8htokfQZY/s1600-h/tweems.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/SSW06UlTrxI/AAAAAAAAAAo/aQ8htokfQZY/s320/tweems.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270817852957634322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;In an attempt to make this blog not end with one single entry, I am back.  This year is absolutely flying by!  Next week is Thanksgiving, as well as my dear old Papa's birthday.  Half a century old!  That Jon Kemp is such a gem.  If I become technologically savvy enough, I can post some holiday/birthday pictures up here soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I have started to receive support for my trip!  It is really reminding me that I am going to be completely taken care of with this temporary move to the Dominican Republic.  I am starting to think about things like what to pack!  I am somewhat known as a light packer, so hopefully that holds true in this new era of paying for every bag checked onto a plane.  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;While I am in the DR, I have a few main responsibilities:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primarily, I will take care of these two studs-- Jakob and Isaak (above).  The director of Makarios, Sharla, is adopting them, and I will basically be their nanny about 3 days per week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;  I will help out at the Makarios school, started and run by the staff there.  I have zero teaching experience, so that should be a fun time to learn!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I will also help out with short-term mission groups that come in to work at Makarios.  I have no idea what the main responsibilities will be with this part, but I am excited to see a lot of different faces coming through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Hopefully, I will be diligent with updates, especially while I am out of town-- I want people to see where I am and what I'm doing!  I also want to encourage you to visit the Makarios website and blog to see what is going on from day to day in the DR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; The blog is now on the main page of their shiny new website.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242987601229648190-5915498354914744247?l=katymkemp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/feeds/5915498354914744247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242987601229648190&amp;postID=5915498354914744247' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default/5915498354914744247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default/5915498354914744247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/2008/11/onward-and-upward.html' title='Onward and Upward'/><author><name>Katy Livingston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08269420375177601350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/TTnMXMSH8oI/AAAAAAAABy8/GIzf_v51-14/s220/Family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/SSW06UlTrxI/AAAAAAAAAAo/aQ8htokfQZY/s72-c/tweems.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242987601229648190.post-5676658045726033630</id><published>2008-11-11T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T08:58:08.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yellow John, estatue?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, I guess this is my first official blog entry.  I feel so...so...very much the same as I did before!  I just figured that maybe I should try and change my anti-journaling ways to keep people posted on the happenings in my life.  The story starts back in January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I graduated from the greatest university in the nation back in December 2007 and began working in January at the Human Neuroimaging Lab at Baylor College of Medicine for Dr. P. R. Montague.  This name may sound familiar to you if you know my good friend, Latané. (alt 0233--I remembered).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this a great place to work?  Absolutely.  Do I want to pursue a career in neuroscience?  Desafortunadamente, no.  It just does not seem like the best fit for me.  I went into this job knowing that I wanted to travel and eventually go back to school.  I pretty much wanted to do whatever I can to postpone being a member of the real world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I emailed Sharla from Makarios (&lt;a href="http://makariosinternational.org/"&gt;http://makariosinternational.org/&lt;/a&gt;).  Makarios is a mission I heard about through the Austin Stone Church, where I attended while at UT.  I have been thirsting for the opportunity to go somewhere, be thrown into another culture, and (hopefully) finish learning Spanish!  Within days, Sharla contacted me and seemed very excited about my interest!  In a chain of events that was totally in God's hands, I have been given a position to work in the Dominican Republic!  I will be leaving on January 3rd and returning July 11th, 2009.  I am very excited about this next step, and am currently trying to raise support for the trip.  I am looking forward to see what God has in store for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, to add to the list of random things I am doing, I am taking the GMAT.  I will take the test this coming Saturday, and to be honest, my expectations are not that high...  After some consideration, I think that I will go ahead and take the test, but I will not go back to school right away. As of now, if I go to business school, I will probably start in fall 2010.  Who knows-- I could end up finding a job I love when I return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much, right now I'm a wanderer, but a happy one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4242987601229648190-5676658045726033630?l=katymkemp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/feeds/5676658045726033630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4242987601229648190&amp;postID=5676658045726033630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default/5676658045726033630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4242987601229648190/posts/default/5676658045726033630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katymkemp.blogspot.com/2008/11/yellow-john-estatue.html' title='Yellow John, estatue?'/><author><name>Katy Livingston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08269420375177601350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nruuet9Ma14/TTnMXMSH8oI/AAAAAAAABy8/GIzf_v51-14/s220/Family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
