<?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-3653029267064668755</id><updated>2012-01-26T06:00:54.266+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Japenglish Life</title><subtitle type='html'>An American girl felt God calling her to Asia.  Japan opened its doors, and she followed God there.  A life changing, unregrettable move, and a future which only God knows and has control over!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japenglishlife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653029267064668755/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japenglishlife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>anniemcinnis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601127299623770032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SWckrt6cZ8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/oX5vv4ZS-gY/S220/finished+soba.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653029267064668755.post-6349424397807235826</id><published>2012-01-20T18:03:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T18:03:51.353+09:00</updated><title type='text'>My Chinese Life</title><content type='html'>For the past 3 years Adeng has been serving a Chinese church in Tokyo. This is a requirement of his seminary studies and preparation to go into the ministry.&amp;nbsp; Tokyo Sunshine Christian Assembly is the name of the church. I remember when Adeng first chose this church to serve- it's about an hour commute from his school. I was against it. "2 hours round-trip&amp;nbsp;is way too long for a busy student to spend traveling." But God's thoughts are higher than our thoughts, and this church has been one of the greatest blessings in our life.&amp;nbsp; The time commuting can be spent reading or resting.&amp;nbsp; Once we were married and I joined Adeng in his journeys, we've often had great conversations on the ride home from church. We're usually hyped up and brainstorming about future ministry ideas, travel, family... you name it!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home from church on January 1st, also our first anniversary!!- we just happened to bump into a group of missionaries from YWAM Berlin.&amp;nbsp; They had been in Japan for 3-4 weeks, and were headed to South Korea for another 5, spreading the Gospel via street ministry.&amp;nbsp; Those&amp;nbsp;young adults&amp;nbsp;yanked on my heart and filled me with renewed hope and excitement.&amp;nbsp;Here was a&amp;nbsp;group of passionate young people, fired up and avidly searching and seeking how they can reach the nations with the Gospel!&amp;nbsp; God doing mighty things in the hearts of young people is the most exciting thing I've ever seen!-- So they prayed for Adeng and I after we talked and shared our own vision to be missionaries in Japan.&amp;nbsp; Talk about powerful!- all this on a train ride through Tokyo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the Chinese church. We went up to Fukushima for winter camp and spent a few days in the clean, but cold lodge.&amp;nbsp; However, our hearts were fired up by the movement of the Spirit, and no winter frost can dull that!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Almost as a rule, when there's a celebration, we make Chinese dumplings, called "jiao zi."&amp;nbsp; These are scrumptious as a main or side dish.&amp;nbsp; We all pitched in and pinched dough, and LOOK at how many dumplings there are in the kitchen! We couldn't eat them all, even the next day for lunch and back at church the following evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-77a6d1f48c41d22f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D77a6d1f48c41d22f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330440125%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1B1402A035BCC7AF6F007FD2E8873F699B52982C.2CC4BE61D2AEC25F84F2431446034D488AE65B2F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D77a6d1f48c41d22f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPrEjBH_78BZOSICAIw0s9o0nxhs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D77a6d1f48c41d22f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330440125%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1B1402A035BCC7AF6F007FD2E8873F699B52982C.2CC4BE61D2AEC25F84F2431446034D488AE65B2F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D77a6d1f48c41d22f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPrEjBH_78BZOSICAIw0s9o0nxhs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VGbEb7mcInE/TxkszTd1MvI/AAAAAAAAAX4/Owzm7HTCSOM/s1600/DSC09295.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" nfa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VGbEb7mcInE/TxkszTd1MvI/AAAAAAAAAX4/Owzm7HTCSOM/s320/DSC09295.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Adeng, Qiucia (choo-sha), ShinShin, Annie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N36VF2z5bRQ/TxktBNx7MdI/AAAAAAAAAYA/o5KYQny-0c4/s1600/DSC09248.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" nfa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N36VF2z5bRQ/TxktBNx7MdI/AAAAAAAAAYA/o5KYQny-0c4/s320/DSC09248.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Many hands make many dumplings!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RjLZLIEpbn8/TxktI06AFRI/AAAAAAAAAYI/2j-GLpQeO1U/s1600/DSC09246.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" nfa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RjLZLIEpbn8/TxktI06AFRI/AAAAAAAAAYI/2j-GLpQeO1U/s320/DSC09246.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqUSy53jt4Q/TxktUPjOZCI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/GeN0EN-xvEU/s1600/DSC09270.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" nfa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqUSy53jt4Q/TxktUPjOZCI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/GeN0EN-xvEU/s320/DSC09270.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My breakfast team! We ROCKED the pancakes and sausages!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-315XwrIhPWk/TxktX5jj-_I/AAAAAAAAAYY/4fl8PQSVyuk/s1600/DSC09299.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" nfa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-315XwrIhPWk/TxktX5jj-_I/AAAAAAAAAYY/4fl8PQSVyuk/s320/DSC09299.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Pics with the lodge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653029267064668755-6349424397807235826?l=japenglishlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japenglishlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6349424397807235826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3653029267064668755&amp;postID=6349424397807235826' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653029267064668755/posts/default/6349424397807235826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653029267064668755/posts/default/6349424397807235826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japenglishlife.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-chinese-life.html' title='My Chinese Life'/><author><name>anniemcinnis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601127299623770032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SWckrt6cZ8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/oX5vv4ZS-gY/S220/finished+soba.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VGbEb7mcInE/TxkszTd1MvI/AAAAAAAAAX4/Owzm7HTCSOM/s72-c/DSC09295.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653029267064668755.post-3340184108333354743</id><published>2012-01-20T17:26:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T17:37:46.427+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello! How are you?</title><content type='html'>Those are the words that begin each lesson of my teaching career in Takatsu Christ's Church.&lt;br /&gt;I started teaching English there last August, and I will already finish in March.&amp;nbsp; Six months is just long enough to get to know your students- sadly now I have to leave them.&amp;nbsp; First of all- if YOU live in Chiba, anywhere near Yachiyo City,&amp;nbsp; and YOU want to teach English to some wonderful people starting in March, contact me!&amp;nbsp; Mr. Kobayashi, the pastor of Takatsu Christ's Church and my boss, is looking fervently for the next teacher. &lt;br /&gt;At this English conversation school, I've learned how to teach conversational English to adults, and how to differentiate private lessons for children.&amp;nbsp; Flexibility is not an option; its mandatory!&amp;nbsp; I'm well on my way to becoming "Elasti-Girl" from The Incredibles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="179px" src="http://www.5waits.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/elastigirl_2.jpg" width="200px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the perfect job for me to have while Adeng is still in seminary.&amp;nbsp; I knew he "needed" me to help him by being at home to cook/launder/clean/clean/clean... Ok, TimeOut!- BIG applause, whistles and bells, and an " 'At a boy, Adeng!" to him! He has worked SO hard this year!!!&lt;br /&gt;Anywho- this job provided exactly what we needed financially, and what I needed to keep my sanity.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some snaps of me teaching in the church... however, the "differentiation" I have learned isn't pictured.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;During the children's classes we only spend 1/2 the time,&amp;nbsp;maybe less, sitting at the table. Otherwise we are singing, playing games, and using toys to learn English. I've found this to be so much more realistic for them; they've come to enjoy English lessons because it's not rote study.&amp;nbsp; It IS applicable conversation, and they are really gettin' sharp!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="img" height="225px" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s320x320/409187_286721364719672_100001454331150_799631_1335965987_n.jpg" width="300px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We practice pronunciation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="img" height="225px" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s320x320/408326_286718858053256_100001454331150_799621_1327353997_n.jpg" width="300px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...celebrate birthdays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="img" height="225px" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s320x320/406489_286719738053168_100001454331150_799623_846998212_n.jpg" width="300px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...make Christmas cards...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="img" height="225px" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s320x320/405627_286719924719816_100001454331150_799625_182593216_n.jpg" width="300px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...dress rehearsal for the Christmas party!&amp;nbsp; They sang Joy to the World and We Wish You a Merry Christmas in English.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="img" height="225px" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s320x320/398394_286720071386468_100001454331150_799626_923115932_n.jpg" width="300px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are singing "Silent Night" with sign language, but in Japanese...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-85667c512f6eb4a2" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D85667c512f6eb4a2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330440125%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D255D6BA0CBD4F3663A25D15787ACA38B37B870A2.5D4A144939A7BFED9354C0E1864AF39AE3F97FF0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D85667c512f6eb4a2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dx-bDiTbPEwOC8xOXSo1eMUwBADg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D85667c512f6eb4a2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330440125%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D255D6BA0CBD4F3663A25D15787ACA38B37B870A2.5D4A144939A7BFED9354C0E1864AF39AE3F97FF0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D85667c512f6eb4a2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dx-bDiTbPEwOC8xOXSo1eMUwBADg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653029267064668755-3340184108333354743?l=japenglishlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japenglishlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3340184108333354743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3653029267064668755&amp;postID=3340184108333354743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653029267064668755/posts/default/3340184108333354743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653029267064668755/posts/default/3340184108333354743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japenglishlife.blogspot.com/2012/01/hello-how-are-you.html' title='Hello! How are you?'/><author><name>anniemcinnis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601127299623770032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SWckrt6cZ8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/oX5vv4ZS-gY/S220/finished+soba.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653029267064668755.post-7043487380097811150</id><published>2012-01-20T17:03:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T17:03:26.985+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time, no see!</title><content type='html'>One of my 2012 new year's resolutions is to write on my blog once a month. &lt;br /&gt;There, I said it. Now I've gotta do it!&lt;br /&gt;While I'm on this topic, here are my 2012 resolutions/goals:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Run a marathon (maybe a 1/2 this year, full next year)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Study Chinese through chineseclass101.com- I paid&amp;nbsp;for it so I must use it!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read through the Bible with the One Year Bible plan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Crave God, not food- started this&amp;nbsp;year with the "Made to Crave" challenge from Proverbs 31 Ministries&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a href="http://madetocrave.org/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://madetocrave.org/images/MTCad_300x250_group.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These four resolutions all require some kind of disciplined plan with daily participation. If I can stick to these, I will have the year I am hoping for in 2012.&amp;nbsp; But I can't stick to these at all. Plans oftem make me feel trapped.&amp;nbsp; I need the help of Someone who is greater than me; Someone who has it all figured out and can counsel me through the year.&amp;nbsp; I'm so thankful for Jesus my Savior, who does just that for me.&amp;nbsp; Only with the strength I receive from Him am I able to learn discipline and live out my resolutions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that&amp;nbsp;I will sometimes be weak: I'll hit the snooze and snuggle up to my husband instead of&amp;nbsp;hitting the pavement at 6am; I'll trade chinese study for facebook study;&amp;nbsp;I'll plan to read my&amp;nbsp;Bible "later" but "later" never comes;&amp;nbsp;when&amp;nbsp;I'm hungry, angry, tired, lonely, or stressed&amp;nbsp;I'll eat an icecream bar rather than run to the arms of my Jesus.&amp;nbsp; With my God, however, there is hope for someone like me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Even youths grow tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall. But those who trust in the Lord will renew their strength, they will soar on wings like eagles, they will run and not&amp;nbsp;grow weary, they will walk and not be faint."&lt;br /&gt;-Isaiah 40:30-31&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653029267064668755-7043487380097811150?l=japenglishlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japenglishlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7043487380097811150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3653029267064668755&amp;postID=7043487380097811150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653029267064668755/posts/default/7043487380097811150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653029267064668755/posts/default/7043487380097811150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japenglishlife.blogspot.com/2012/01/long-time-no-see.html' title='Long time, no see!'/><author><name>anniemcinnis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601127299623770032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SWckrt6cZ8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/oX5vv4ZS-gY/S220/finished+soba.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653029267064668755.post-8177709452147143518</id><published>2011-04-22T23:30:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T23:39:22.190+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Scenes from Northeast Japan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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It really shook us, and then there were at least two after shocks. I suppose they're all after shocks from the first. All I know is, the shaking continues, but thanks be to God that life also continues!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I headed north to Miyagi prefecture to do some volunteer clean-up work.&amp;nbsp; Sendai is located in Miyagi prefecture.&amp;nbsp; We had to drive through the now famous FUKUSHIMA to get to Miyagi.&amp;nbsp; No my hair didn't stand on end, and hopefully I didn't fry too many brain cells.&amp;nbsp; Actually, I thank and praise God for the lessons I learned on this trip. I will cherish them, as well as the people God brought into my life that week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to work with Samaritan's Purse organization.&amp;nbsp; That was a priviledge. They are a well established organization, with teams all over the world doing relief work.&amp;nbsp; Needless to say I felt motivated to help, yet a bit insignificant in their presence. Everyone there was on a specific mission, and it seemed they knew exactly what to do to accomplish it.&amp;nbsp; Well oiled machinery right there. I was amazed at the connections they'd already established.&amp;nbsp; We showed up at their base camp (an closed down supermarket where they are housing relief supplies) and they had a job lined up for us and sent us out to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our team of 7 people from Singapore, 2 people from our Tokyo Sunshine church, and myself, were assigned to work on houses. Yup. That's basically what must be done up there. Clean up the houses so people can return to their lives. Sadly, thousands will not return to their former homes since the damage is too severe, or the home has been lost all together.&amp;nbsp; But&amp;nbsp;hope was building&amp;nbsp;as we worked together as a team alongside the local people.&amp;nbsp; Its amazing what two hands, a rag, and a bucket of water can accomplish.&amp;nbsp; It truly is grunt work; its not too difficult, just takes time and effort.&amp;nbsp; We washed walls and doors, and the men had to removed the wooden floor boards and dig out the contaminated mud that had washed in under the house. (Japanese houses don't have basements- there aren't tornados here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to go up north again, many times.&amp;nbsp; I encourage anyone who is able to do the same.&amp;nbsp; If you are in a country far away from Japan and fell compelled to come and help but can't, my personal advice is this: Consider the money you would spend on a plane ticket, on meals, on transportation.&amp;nbsp; Then write a check for that amount, and donate it to Samaritan's purse, or maybe a local church in your area doing fundraising.&amp;nbsp; There are LOTS of people helping from within Japan. Let's all&amp;nbsp; use our resources wisely.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some are goers, others are senders. Which are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e9EJpCxSNoQ/TbGOu--CkqI/AAAAAAAAAXA/gzHh80fA_Js/s1600/DSC07309.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e9EJpCxSNoQ/TbGOu--CkqI/AAAAAAAAAXA/gzHh80fA_Js/s320/DSC07309.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Examining the ruins near a port, which obviously caused ships to come inland, some on top of houses!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mF6gdnnnBXE/TbGO4GGJG3I/AAAAAAAAAXE/2jjv7S8Y7-Q/s1600/DSC07291.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" i8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mF6gdnnnBXE/TbGO4GGJG3I/AAAAAAAAAXE/2jjv7S8Y7-Q/s320/DSC07291.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;At least 100 people at a rest stop, all on their way to volunteer somewhere! Awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEJHO4zE_Hc/TbGO7j-dA9I/AAAAAAAAAXI/ZltDS5YA0lg/s1600/DSC07290.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEJHO4zE_Hc/TbGO7j-dA9I/AAAAAAAAAXI/ZltDS5YA0lg/s320/DSC07290.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our team from Singapore with the couple we helped in the front, middle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GkdVOqSJw8w/TbGPANNGP4I/AAAAAAAAAXM/j2MELm7-m3w/s1600/DSC07283.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GkdVOqSJw8w/TbGPANNGP4I/AAAAAAAAAXM/j2MELm7-m3w/s320/DSC07283.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Scrubbing the floors with bleach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3bC8QNCfNFY/TbGPD6kPaPI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/UqO7_alndtg/s1600/DSC07276.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3bC8QNCfNFY/TbGPD6kPaPI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/UqO7_alndtg/s320/DSC07276.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Samaritan's Purse headquarters in the supermartket-turned-warehouse. These people are on a mission!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653029267064668755-2150700678900530150?l=japenglishlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japenglishlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2150700678900530150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3653029267064668755&amp;postID=2150700678900530150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653029267064668755/posts/default/2150700678900530150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653029267064668755/posts/default/2150700678900530150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japenglishlife.blogspot.com/2011/04/first-miyagi-work-trip.html' title='First Miyagi Work Trip'/><author><name>anniemcinnis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601127299623770032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SWckrt6cZ8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/oX5vv4ZS-gY/S220/finished+soba.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e9EJpCxSNoQ/TbGOu--CkqI/AAAAAAAAAXA/gzHh80fA_Js/s72-c/DSC07309.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653029267064668755.post-4945206121023305309</id><published>2011-03-13T10:31:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T10:32:29.176+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Shaken earth, Unshaken hearts</title><content type='html'>I'm safe and sound here in Yamanashi Ken. Thank the Good Lord for His mercy and grace to us here!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a strange, surreal weekend, knowing that other parts of the country are devastated and destroyed, but here we are going about our daily routines, for the most part.&amp;nbsp; Life is precious gift.&amp;nbsp; Because I have been given life and health and strength, I've been given responsibility.&amp;nbsp; All we who are able ought to be good stewards of the life we've been given. What is a good steward? Its a person who uses what he has to the best of his ability, not neglecting his talents, gifts, or even simple abilities that may bring help to others, and certainly bring glory to God.&amp;nbsp; God is the giver of all good things. If He has given me life and breath, I can give glory back to him by using my life and breath to spread His love and do His good work here on earth.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of doing good work, Japan will need lots of help in the future; rebuilding roads, homes, businesses; caring for medical needs; putting people's livelihoods back together. Money and helping hands will do a lot of that, but honestly- Japan needs the hope of Jesus as their Savior more than anything else. In times such as this, to whom can they pray? What future hope do they have, if they do not have the hope of joining Jesus in Heaven one day? Without the Lord God, life is hopeless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If nothing else, I ask you to please pray! Prayers are more powerful than money, more powerful than man-power. Prayers reach the Almighty God in heaven, and He is ultimately in control (as we can really see that we humans are so NOT in control!)&amp;nbsp; Even as I type, my building is rocking slightly; the floor is quivering and my stomach is rolling. As we continue to encounter after shocks, and face the reality of the hard road ahead, my eyes and my heart turn toward Psalm 73:23-26: &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Yet I am always with you;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;you hold me by my right hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;You guide me with your counsel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;and afterward you will take me into glory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Whom have I in heaven but you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;And earth has nothing I desire besides you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;My flesh and my heart may fail,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: blue;"&gt;Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653029267064668755-4945206121023305309?l=japenglishlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japenglishlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4945206121023305309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3653029267064668755&amp;postID=4945206121023305309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653029267064668755/posts/default/4945206121023305309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653029267064668755/posts/default/4945206121023305309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japenglishlife.blogspot.com/2011/03/shaken-earth-unshaken-hearts.html' title='Shaken earth, Unshaken hearts'/><author><name>anniemcinnis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601127299623770032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SWckrt6cZ8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/oX5vv4ZS-gY/S220/finished+soba.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653029267064668755.post-8514509444020904915</id><published>2011-02-15T18:09:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T18:09:56.433+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year, IN CHINA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Have you ever eaten a chicken foot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Have you ever lived in a house with no heat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Have you ever seen fireworks 360 degrees&amp;nbsp;around you, near and far?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Have you ever met your inlaws, but couldn't speak their language?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Have you ever been to China?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RhNc0Z6DvHI/TVo-svERpvI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/cXG8At6SvQE/s1600/DSC06757.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RhNc0Z6DvHI/TVo-svERpvI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/cXG8At6SvQE/s320/DSC06757.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;My first trip to China was only a few weeks ago. Adeng, my husband, took me to visit his family and celebrate the Chinese New Year with them.&amp;nbsp; What an unforgettable trip.&amp;nbsp; I did eat a chicken foot, I did live in a house with no heat (in February), I did see fireworks near and far, all around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;But that isn't even the tip of the iceberg (oh sometimes it did feel like an iceberg!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Adeng's parents warmly welcomed me into their home, knowing that we couldn't communicate at all.&amp;nbsp; They literally fed and clothed me, and treated me like family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Nearly everything I experienced in China was unexpected.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I didn't expect to see so many gigantic houses.&amp;nbsp; Even by American standards, these were 4 and 5 story masions!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I didn't expect to eat so much delicious food!&amp;nbsp; I didn't expect to hear so many fire crackers, night and day.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I didn't expect to attend a church, and find&amp;nbsp;the teaching to be&amp;nbsp;Biblical!&amp;nbsp; I didn't expect to be so cold!&amp;nbsp; I didn't expect to see so many people be living what looked like "middle class" lives.&amp;nbsp; I never imagined that such development in buildings and economy would be established, and yet so much of Old China remains strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-teHY44-PEIk/TVo-1q6TxGI/AAAAAAAAAWc/qm5fs9HVDtE/s1600/DSC06585.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-teHY44-PEIk/TVo-1q6TxGI/AAAAAAAAAWc/qm5fs9HVDtE/s320/DSC06585.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Chen Family, from left: Adeng's older brother, older sister, father, mother, brother in-law, me, &amp;amp; Adeng&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VqhvMvd6h64/TVo-yOyXLHI/AAAAAAAAAWY/MpvbVCURI04/s1600/DSC06553.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VqhvMvd6h64/TVo-yOyXLHI/AAAAAAAAAWY/MpvbVCURI04/s320/DSC06553.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K5yrhwrOKU0/TVo-632a8sI/AAAAAAAAAWg/5kQ_FI4FC1I/s1600/DSC06786.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K5yrhwrOKU0/TVo-632a8sI/AAAAAAAAAWg/5kQ_FI4FC1I/s320/DSC06786.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mom's gettin' ready to cook the goat,&amp;nbsp; I'm staring at...well... it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OtEhDaJ7H-Q/TVo-89zRJjI/AAAAAAAAAWk/Dsusg5Rpbew/s1600/DSC06834.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OtEhDaJ7H-Q/TVo-89zRJjI/AAAAAAAAAWk/Dsusg5Rpbew/s320/DSC06834.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Family dinner! Sometimes we all sat down at the same time.&amp;nbsp; Usually dad was still cooking the next dish while we started in on the first.&amp;nbsp; This eating style is typical, traditional Chinese; put all the food on the center turn-thing, and then twirl the thing back and forth while grabbing what you want with your chopsticks. A challenge for sure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wf7TurZPYOE/TVo_AKkZGeI/AAAAAAAAAWo/463dFSL4BDY/s1600/DSC06851.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wf7TurZPYOE/TVo_AKkZGeI/AAAAAAAAAWo/463dFSL4BDY/s320/DSC06851.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Making Chinese dumplings,&amp;nbsp;a tradition at Chinese celebrations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hufT_S7FRYE/TVo_CnjSgMI/AAAAAAAAAWs/6xk1yJsfT5s/s1600/DSC06864.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hufT_S7FRYE/TVo_CnjSgMI/AAAAAAAAAWs/6xk1yJsfT5s/s320/DSC06864.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A taxi, but not officially- its much cheaper and much more fun because there's more rist involved!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-28Zcxppj6TE/TVo_O9K2HTI/AAAAAAAAAW0/31Kri94h3YI/s1600/DSC06570.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-28Zcxppj6TE/TVo_O9K2HTI/AAAAAAAAAW0/31Kri94h3YI/s320/DSC06570.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IADaLdg5hR8/TVo_KgqlbAI/AAAAAAAAAWw/jdQGJDhbtbg/s1600/DSC06547.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IADaLdg5hR8/TVo_KgqlbAI/AAAAAAAAAWw/jdQGJDhbtbg/s320/DSC06547.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(L) Ruins of a long-abandoned, but surely not forgotten home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(R) Live crabs in the "Walmart-like" supercenter, called "Trust-Mart."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JlQTi4YG0rM/TVo_YapFaMI/AAAAAAAAAW4/NeBekcsfjTw/s1600/DSC06804.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JlQTi4YG0rM/TVo_YapFaMI/AAAAAAAAAW4/NeBekcsfjTw/s320/DSC06804.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Fireworks seen from the rooftop of our home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--J99GA4Bah8/TVo_dYrQi0I/AAAAAAAAAW8/gRtc_NKzE0w/s1600/DSC06813.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--J99GA4Bah8/TVo_dYrQi0I/AAAAAAAAAW8/gRtc_NKzE0w/s320/DSC06813.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Preparing the traditional Chinese snack table for New Year's Day.&amp;nbsp; On this day people walk or drive around and visit friends and family, sharing snack and tea, and giving money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e6dbe68d35ba4317" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De6dbe68d35ba4317%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330440125%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D673A88515EE7008F64B43FFE6BD5EBC02D8A9947.136386C9D9B1B2674A9DAA0747E4A9EF190D4F95%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De6dbe68d35ba4317%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCMgDHXPV3y_H5WCStQHwF7508Ls&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De6dbe68d35ba4317%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330440125%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D673A88515EE7008F64B43FFE6BD5EBC02D8A9947.136386C9D9B1B2674A9DAA0747E4A9EF190D4F95%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De6dbe68d35ba4317%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCMgDHXPV3y_H5WCStQHwF7508Ls&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A car ride to remember!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I can't explain so many of my experiences with mere words. Pictures and videos will help you to see what I saw, and possibly dispell (or confirm) any concepts of China that you may be holding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZooBgEldvEU/TVo-vonWWgI/AAAAAAAAAWU/MY0T6w4JP98/s1600/DSC06518.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZooBgEldvEU/TVo-vonWWgI/AAAAAAAAAWU/MY0T6w4JP98/s320/DSC06518.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&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/3653029267064668755-8514509444020904915?l=japenglishlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japenglishlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8514509444020904915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3653029267064668755&amp;postID=8514509444020904915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653029267064668755/posts/default/8514509444020904915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653029267064668755/posts/default/8514509444020904915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japenglishlife.blogspot.com/2011/02/chinese-new-year-in-china.html' title='Chinese New Year, IN CHINA'/><author><name>anniemcinnis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601127299623770032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SWckrt6cZ8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/oX5vv4ZS-gY/S220/finished+soba.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RhNc0Z6DvHI/TVo-svERpvI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/cXG8At6SvQE/s72-c/DSC06757.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653029267064668755.post-2384110723036085471</id><published>2011-02-06T22:01:00.007+09:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T23:02:04.373+09:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year, New Life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/TU6lwTB4ipI/AAAAAAAAAWI/tVePZAXYVcU/s1600/IMG_1471.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/TU6lwTB4ipI/AAAAAAAAAWI/tVePZAXYVcU/s320/IMG_1471.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: arial; font-size: large;"&gt;On January 1, 2011, at 1:11pm, I married the love of my life, Adeng Chen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;Adeng and I met in Japan, at New Life International church, where we both attended. When we met, Adeng was planning to enroll in seminary in Tokyo. We talked about our hearts' callings to do God's work in Asia, and our relationship soon blossomed. We worried a little bit about our future, even from the beginning, because Adeng was soon to move 3 hours away, to Chiba for Seminary. But early on we learned not worry, but to trust God! Even though we only saw each other a few times a month, our faith and God's grace kept us going. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/TU6lm0BNv1I/AAAAAAAAAWE/BZRfz1ZJNxM/s1600/IMG_1366.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/TU6lm0BNv1I/AAAAAAAAAWE/BZRfz1ZJNxM/s320/IMG_1366.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;Adeng and I went to America to be married, where my family graciously hosted us and took care of all our needs. It was the first time Adeng had ever been to America. I enjoyed showing him around Omaha, and even my alma mater, Morningside College, in Sioux City, Iowa. We didn't get enough snow to go sledding, but it was cold enough that we thoroughly enjoyed the fireplace and the comfort of home and family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/TU6lc1caDnI/AAAAAAAAAWA/PX384xZobek/s1600/IMG_1342.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/TU6lc1caDnI/AAAAAAAAAWA/PX384xZobek/s320/IMG_1342.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;Now we are back in Japan, living apart until I finish my teaching contract in Yamanashi, where I began my life in Japan. Then I'll move to Chiba and Adeng and I will live in student housing on campus. I'm so excited to go to school again and study many things; God's Word, Japanese, Chinese, and music!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;Our foundation as a couple and as people is God's Word. Our common ground is our desire to serve God is Asia, and tell people everywhere of God's Love and wonderful gift of salvation and eternal life through Jesus Christ. We are very excited for the future plans God has for us! Thank you for your prayers and support!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;Jeremiah 29:11- 13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000066; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Then you will call upon me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/TU6lQ7bXIbI/AAAAAAAAAV8/guu7_c-pzYw/s1600/IMG_1308.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/TU6lQ7bXIbI/AAAAAAAAAV8/guu7_c-pzYw/s320/IMG_1308.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&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/3653029267064668755-2384110723036085471?l=japenglishlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japenglishlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2384110723036085471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3653029267064668755&amp;postID=2384110723036085471' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653029267064668755/posts/default/2384110723036085471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653029267064668755/posts/default/2384110723036085471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japenglishlife.blogspot.com/2011/02/new-year-new-life.html' title='New Year, New Life!'/><author><name>anniemcinnis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601127299623770032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SWckrt6cZ8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/oX5vv4ZS-gY/S220/finished+soba.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/TU6lwTB4ipI/AAAAAAAAAWI/tVePZAXYVcU/s72-c/IMG_1471.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653029267064668755.post-150675787162279194</id><published>2010-11-24T21:09:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T22:39:28.147+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Flat Stanley</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;Flat Stanley recently came to visit me in Japan! He arrived in an envelope. Dressed in his Nebraska Husker apparel, he and I went on many adventures together!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;Flat Stanley is a character from a childrens' book, written by Jeff Brown. In the book, a bulletin board falls on Stanley, and he becomes 1/4 inch thick. He wants to go on a trip, so his parents fold him up, put him in an envelope, and send him far away. To learn more about Flat Stanley and his growing popularity, visit this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flatstanleybooks.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;website&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;. Now, elementary schools around America are taking this idea and doing extended learning projects. Students create a "Flat Stanley" in the form of themselves, and then take him on an adventure, or send him somewhere far away. From Omaha, Nebraska, to Japan is about 6,000 miles! I think my Flat Stanley traveled the furthest!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;A friend at school, on the jungle gym!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543090336413757026" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/TO0DStvXrmI/AAAAAAAAAUs/AxhImnDUDIY/s320/DSC05749.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eating a picnic with some Chinese friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543090352375428098" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/TO0DTpM7dAI/AAAAAAAAAU0/6NUdIHGkRqw/s320/DSC05776.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Ashi-yu" which means "foot bath"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543090358300026610" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/TO0DT_RdpvI/AAAAAAAAAU8/_GbWIXmrO50/s320/DSC05780.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Visiting a fire truck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543090369901420914" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/TO0DUqfc4XI/AAAAAAAAAVE/ewhqyghJWWE/s320/DSC05809.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eating School lunch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543090376040477250" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/TO0DVBXHckI/AAAAAAAAAVM/8g39DVnnsQA/s320/DSC05858.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Making Halloween crowns!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543092688989080690" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/TO0FbpxCTHI/AAAAAAAAAVU/WMjnwCCcRo8/s320/DSC05901.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653029267064668755-150675787162279194?l=japenglishlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japenglishlife.blogspot.com/feeds/150675787162279194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3653029267064668755&amp;postID=150675787162279194' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653029267064668755/posts/default/150675787162279194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653029267064668755/posts/default/150675787162279194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japenglishlife.blogspot.com/2010/11/flat-stanley.html' title='Flat Stanley'/><author><name>anniemcinnis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601127299623770032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SWckrt6cZ8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/oX5vv4ZS-gY/S220/finished+soba.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/TO0DStvXrmI/AAAAAAAAAUs/AxhImnDUDIY/s72-c/DSC05749.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653029267064668755.post-5982909262850472340</id><published>2010-06-28T20:17:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T21:21:10.166+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Mt. Fuji Climb #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/TCiRcPcIviI/AAAAAAAAAUM/_sBwOgxjP4g/s1600/DSC05036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487796060317859362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/TCiRcPcIviI/AAAAAAAAAUM/_sBwOgxjP4g/s400/DSC05036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;It was a dreary morning. It's been a dreary month. I'd say 6 out of 7 mornings I wake up to fog or, super low clouds of grey, or rain. That is rainy season in Japan for ya. So, it was 5:30am, overcast skies, and my Japanese teacher, Wato San, picked me up outside my apt. Bless her soul, she woke up at 4:30!! But Wato San is an avid mountain climber. Climbing is her hobby. She wants to climb any and every mountain in Japan, and she probably will succeed. Sometimes she wakes up early, drives to a mountain, and spends 10 hours climbing it, just for the sheer enjoyment of the activity. I really admire her strength and endurance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;We arrived at the 5th station on the mountain at 7am, and took in the view: fog and strong winds whipping the trees back and forth. "Hmm, what should we do?" we thought. We ate our breakfast in the car, then put on our rain gear and decided to climb as far as we could. She said we definitely wouldn't make it to the top (10th station?) because if the wind was strong here, it would surely be furious up there. So we loaded only the little gear we would need for a somewhat "half-hike." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487791059442208642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/TCiM5JueD4I/AAAAAAAAATc/3vqk3kue1X0/s400/DSC05031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy to be hiking!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487791096486370130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/TCiM7TufG1I/AAAAAAAAAT8/24nV28Rvg7M/s400/DSC05025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Climbing Mt. Fuji is literally just that: CLIMBING! from the 5th to the 6th station is just hill work on switch-backs. Once we reached the 7th station we started to actually climb up the rocks. Its really amazing; molten rock makes for really good climbing rock! Knobs and ball shapes make great handles and foot grips. Maybe these rocks have been corroded by rain and snow, making them this way. Either way, we were climbing up and up. My climbing stick became a little "jama" as they say in Japanese (it means "in the way"). But on the way down I really used it to brace myself. I think I would have fallen 50 times if not for my stick! ** I was thinking, as I climbed and listened to only the sound of rain pelting my hood, "Now I know why Moses carried a staff when he climbed Mt. Horeb!" But then I thought "How did he ever climb down with two stone tablets?!?" Horeb must have been a little more "ameteur-hiker friendly." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487796043404124834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/TCiRbQbloqI/AAAAAAAAAUE/62cdRteCF3I/s400/DSC05026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;A view from one of the 7th station buldings. You can kinda see the switch-backs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487796066516238050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/TCiRcmh8fuI/AAAAAAAAAUU/1vgFgf2m0z8/s400/DSC05029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;New camping/living building. That hose on the left is a rain water hose.  There isn't any pipage to bring water up the mountain, so for people who live up there during the climbing season, their source of water comes from rain- which is caught and hosed into these giant vats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487796081544030946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/TCiRdeg2auI/AAAAAAAAAUc/6drzbt2Zdok/s400/DSC05032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;A picture of our reflection in the nice new windows of this camping/living building. That's my backpack and climbing stick on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;We reached the 8th station and knew this was the furthest up we could go "safely." We'd already passed some snow and come above the rain, but there was fog and wind above us too. We sat and had a snack: She brought grapefruit *good job*, I brought chocolate cookies *so me*. Hey, when you're climbing a mountain, you need some comfort food!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487791070666104018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/TCiM5zidHNI/AAAAAAAAATk/4xhD_MQZgXI/s400/DSC05035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here we are, standing under the 8th station sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;The way down was tricky; a couple times I lost my balance and fell back a bit, and the wind really whipped me about a few times. But God always caught me, I know his hand was with me, just like it is now, and will be forever, Hallelujah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;What I learned on Fuji Climb #2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;1.The Abraham thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;2.Fuji is not for the faint of heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;3.Don't complain about tired legs, blistered heels, cold wet hands... The whole point is to climb the mountain in the midst of these elements.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;4.Focus on the goal &lt;unseen&gt;, not all the things that try to take me away from it &lt;seen&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;5.Patience! Patience! PATIENCE!! The slow and steady can keep the pace and finish the climb. Really, you MUST go slow on Fuji, its the only way to finish!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;6.Don't rush or you'll ruin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653029267064668755-5982909262850472340?l=japenglishlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japenglishlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5982909262850472340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3653029267064668755&amp;postID=5982909262850472340' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653029267064668755/posts/default/5982909262850472340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653029267064668755/posts/default/5982909262850472340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japenglishlife.blogspot.com/2010/06/mt-fuji-climb-2.html' title='Mt. Fuji Climb #2'/><author><name>anniemcinnis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601127299623770032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SWckrt6cZ8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/oX5vv4ZS-gY/S220/finished+soba.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/TCiRcPcIviI/AAAAAAAAAUM/_sBwOgxjP4g/s72-c/DSC05036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653029267064668755.post-1659148763314007936</id><published>2010-06-20T16:48:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T17:29:21.530+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Sioux City came to Japan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;...well, Miss Sioux didn't actually come to Japan, but a delegation of four people from Morningside College came, representing Sioux City as an entity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;President John Reinders, Mrs. Robin Reinders, Gene Ambroson, and Terry Curry made a memorable journey through the land of the rising sun. I'm sure they'll never forget their travels here. And I'm sure, they'll always remember their experience at Kusakabe Elementary School. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The foursome arrived on a blazing hot afternoon, wearing their suits and ties! At the entrance of the school, curious 2nd graders greeted them with popping eyes and wide grins. I don't think the kids had ever seen such big people! I was so proud of the students; they introduced themselves in English! YAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;After touring the school and poking our noses into a few classes, we made our way to the 6th grade class, which I was to teach, and they observe. We started class with a surprise "American Dance," aka the "Cha Cha Slide!" Terry and Robin gladly joined us, which thrilled the students!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a87e74c2294d029a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da87e74c2294d029a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330440125%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1B7A37A2182A9F74AC1F1DB40BA09320BD1C3A78.525629EAFFEC6963DA72F06087A771B47D956915%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da87e74c2294d029a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1sP0eASRorHMZAMtlEvmdpbCgFc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da87e74c2294d029a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330440125%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1B7A37A2182A9F74AC1F1DB40BA09320BD1C3A78.525629EAFFEC6963DA72F06087A771B47D956915%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da87e74c2294d029a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1sP0eASRorHMZAMtlEvmdpbCgFc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The "Cha Cha Slide" featuring Mr. Uehara's 6th grade class!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;After gettin' our groove on (and sweating like mad) the kids settled down, but my heart was still racing. It's a big deal when your alma mater comes to observe what you've done with the education you've been given. Kind of like in the Bible, it says "&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;From everyone who has been given much, much will be demanded; and to him who has been entrusted with much, much more will be required&lt;/span&gt;."(Luke 12:48) I felt the weight of that truth, but I must say I also felt love and grace just emanating from all four of my guests. They smiled and took interest, and took lots of pictures (Gene!).&lt;gene!&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484767098555876418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/TB3OndksREI/AAAAAAAAAS0/i9UyITPLhNE/s400/DSC04968.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Don't the kids look hot? But they really did a good job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484767114735047154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/TB3OoZ2G0fI/AAAAAAAAATE/79VHxTdWflQ/s400/DSC04971.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;We are using the map on the board to practice giving directions, like "turn right, turn left, go straight, go back, stop."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I think one of the highlights, though, was after class. All the students wanted autographs from all the Americans! It was so great, they just swarmed around them, thrusting pens and notebooks in their faces, and saying "Sign! Sign!" I was even asked to "sign!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;As the group left the school for their next tour (they were booked solid!) they encouraged me so much, reminding me that what I'm doing is important. The way I treat my students, build relationships with them, encourage and teach them, is making an impact in their little lives. Sometimes I feel like English is the "side item" that most people don't care about. But actually the students have a great time in English, because we play games and sing songs. This exposure to the English language at an early age is preparing their eyes, ears, and minds to embrace this ever-increasingly international language. They absolutely WILL NEED to know English in the future, and I get to be a part of teaching them. Wow. My job is awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484767133238196546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/TB3OpexmeUI/AAAAAAAAATM/bV2t2POkGBg/s400/DSC04990.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;President Reinders shaking hands with Principal Amemiya; a neat connection!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Thank you, Sioux Citians, for making the long journey overseas. Your encouragement to me personally, and your connections made with the Sister City relatonship are invaluable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653029267064668755-1659148763314007936?l=japenglishlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japenglishlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1659148763314007936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3653029267064668755&amp;postID=1659148763314007936' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653029267064668755/posts/default/1659148763314007936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653029267064668755/posts/default/1659148763314007936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japenglishlife.blogspot.com/2010/06/sioux-city-came-to-japan.html' title='Sioux City came to Japan!'/><author><name>anniemcinnis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601127299623770032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SWckrt6cZ8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/oX5vv4ZS-gY/S220/finished+soba.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/TB3OndksREI/AAAAAAAAAS0/i9UyITPLhNE/s72-c/DSC04968.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653029267064668755.post-5258030556066297978</id><published>2010-03-09T11:07:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T17:40:19.593+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Baptisms!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Baptisms are so exciting! On earth, and in Heaven, there is rejoicing that another soul has been won for God's Kingdom!! Recently in my church, New Life International Church, we had two young adults get baptized! Praise God, he is alive and at work in the hearts of Asian people! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The first to be baptized was Cho Kun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/S5YHzse_9FI/AAAAAAAAASU/7sV-al5vpy4/s1600-h/DSC05974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446549384047096914" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/S5YHzse_9FI/AAAAAAAAASU/7sV-al5vpy4/s400/DSC05974.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/S5YH1aZ0m3I/AAAAAAAAASk/79BldEcEebc/s1600-h/DSC05983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446549413553281906" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/S5YH1aZ0m3I/AAAAAAAAASk/79BldEcEebc/s400/DSC05983.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"kun" is a Japanese term of endearment used for boys, like saying "little Cho." He came to Japan from China one year ago to attend Eiwa University, the same campus where our church meets. Adeng, my boyfriend, was and is instrumental in bringing Chinese students to church, and helping meet their needs as they arrive from China. Last year Adeng had a gyoza party, and invited many new Chinese students to attend. Many of these students also started coming to our church, and are still attending! Cho was the first to give his life to Christ, and we already see evidence of God's hand at work, helping others strenthen their faith too! Hallelujah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;This is Cho Kun and a friend making gyoza (Chinese dumplings) last year, upon arrival.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446458800538577234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/S5W1bCnm6VI/AAAAAAAAASE/XgETRMRcyCA/s400/cho+gyoza.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The second to be baptized was my dear friend Priscilla Chau. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/S5YH0o8U0EI/AAAAAAAAASc/Br_7FONbwQg/s1600-h/DSC06015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446549400276226114" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/S5YH0o8U0EI/AAAAAAAAASc/Br_7FONbwQg/s400/DSC06015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/S5YH1yj0v6I/AAAAAAAAASs/XwCqH-p-rR0/s1600-h/DSC06024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446549420037685154" style="WIDTH: 401px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/S5YH1yj0v6I/AAAAAAAAASs/XwCqH-p-rR0/s400/DSC06024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;She is from Hong Kong, and came to Japan one year ago to study Japanese at a language school. Priscilla has had God working in her heart for many years, but didn't commit her life to Christ until she started coming to church in Japan, and was encouraged to take the next step. Now Priscilla and I meet once a week for devotions and prayer, to help her build a stronger faith and get in the habit of reading God's word and praying. She is also a member of our Thursday night English Bible study group (which always ends up being bilingual= awesome!!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Below, from right, Ewah, Priscilla, and me, at my apartment for Bible study!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446455813444795762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/S5WytK08_XI/AAAAAAAAARk/wQ8Z6jrd2BI/s400/me+pris+ewa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Please join me in prayer for our new brother Cho Kun, and sister Priscilla, as they begin their new walk with Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bible study girls below, from left, Ramona (Jamaica), Bethany (Washington state), Joy (Iowa), Ewah (Hong Kong), Chaung (S. Korea), Kari (Hong Kong).&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446455817056110130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/S5WytYR9RjI/AAAAAAAAARs/DbEGEqeFXD4/s400/sisters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;*I mentioned our Thursday night Bible study. There are 6-8 girls who attend regularly, and we have a blast studying, praying, laughing, crying, and eating together. Our home countries include: Jamaica, Hong Kong, Mongolia, S. Korea, &amp;amp; America. This group has helped each one of us girls as we are all living in Japan, away from our families, and striving to survive in a foreign culture. God is working in each of our lives, and sharing his blessings has been powerful! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Recently, we Americans introduced Mexican tacos to our Hong Kong friends. They really liked them! What fun to share our cultures through food :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446455837494548802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/S5Wyuka3GUI/AAAAAAAAAR8/udFmShnz8DQ/s400/karis+taco+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653029267064668755-5258030556066297978?l=japenglishlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japenglishlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5258030556066297978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3653029267064668755&amp;postID=5258030556066297978' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653029267064668755/posts/default/5258030556066297978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653029267064668755/posts/default/5258030556066297978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japenglishlife.blogspot.com/2010/03/baptisms.html' title='Baptisms!'/><author><name>anniemcinnis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601127299623770032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SWckrt6cZ8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/oX5vv4ZS-gY/S220/finished+soba.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/S5YHzse_9FI/AAAAAAAAASU/7sV-al5vpy4/s72-c/DSC05974.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653029267064668755.post-1681677140327547415</id><published>2010-03-07T20:25:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T20:58:37.257+09:00</updated><title type='text'>~Spring in Nippon~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Winter has finally subsided and spring is slowly creeping into Japan. Spring brings the most beautiful of landscapes in this country. Spring (in Japanese "haru") means that all the plum (ume), peach (momo), and cherry (sakura) trees bloom, and the whole countryside becomes one big pink puff! It's one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen.  The pink flowers, above, are peach blossoms. The cherry blossom in Japan carries a very significant meaning to Japanese people. I will quote (indirectly) from a book, because the author puts it so well ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;"Cherry blossoms are a very important part of Japanese spirit. They do not fade or wither like other flowers. At the height of beauty, they drop. You see birth, beauty, death. Sakura season is the end and beginning of the Japanese school season. The Japanese fiscal season. Everything. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;~ From "Moon Over Tokyo" by Siri L. Mitchell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Interesting, isn't it? One great tradition that comes with Sakura (cherry blossom) season is called "hanami" which literally means "flower watching." Offices, schools, families, you name it, will have hanami parties where they picnic and relax all day underneath the cherry trees, just enjoying the blossoms, and the magical shower of flower petals when the breeze blows. These parties are so popular, that some businesses will stake out or rent a "spot" in a park, even the year before. Then they'll send the man on the bottom of the totem pole to go lay blue tarps and sit in their site, very early in the morning, on the day of the party. The Japanese are serious about their sakura. I hope to attend a party this year, however I live amongst peach orchards. They're only a stroll away, and for free. Nice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;As the season for school change rapidly approaches, I'm preparing for change too. Next year I will not teach with my teaching partner, and dear friend, Sachimi Sensei. She will be moving. I'm not sure what my "post" will be next school year; the BOE could change my schedule to teach at other schools. Actually, every teacher faces this same possibility for change. Can you imagine-you are a 3rd grade teacher this year, but in one weeks' time (last week of March) you could receive news that you're being transferred to another school, maybe 45 minutes away, and you'll be moved to 1st grade. You have one week to prepare. Good luck! ... YIKES! But that's just the way it works here. I've never heard a Japanese teacher complain about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Here are some cute pictures from school recess. My girls are SO talented at the unicycle. It is my goal to unicycle in Japan before I leave! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/S5OS2iz0MPI/AAAAAAAAARU/NkwK9KKh8rA/s1600-h/unicycle+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445857840175788274" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/S5OS2iz0MPI/AAAAAAAAARU/NkwK9KKh8rA/s400/unicycle+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/S5OTWxLvjrI/AAAAAAAAARc/YWlsEL9iod8/s1600-h/unicycle3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445858393790058162" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/S5OTWxLvjrI/AAAAAAAAARc/YWlsEL9iod8/s400/unicycle3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/S5OS1_aTPJI/AAAAAAAAARE/mKu2q493a64/s1600-h/unicycle+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445857830673530002" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/S5OS1_aTPJI/AAAAAAAAARE/mKu2q493a64/s400/unicycle+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Here, the boys are making paper flowers (yes BOYS making FLOWERS!), Preparing for the 6th grade graduation ceremony. The students all prepare to send the 6th graders off by decorating the gym, preparing performances and cards ... you name it, they do it! They are so awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/S5OS1oVfBJI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/c1uGRjHOKG8/s1600-h/paperflowers2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445857824479315090" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/S5OS1oVfBJI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/c1uGRjHOKG8/s400/paperflowers2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/S5OS1eVXO2I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/3lrAhU5oBFk/s1600-h/paper+flowers1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445857821794450274" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/S5OS1eVXO2I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/3lrAhU5oBFk/s400/paper+flowers1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653029267064668755-1681677140327547415?l=japenglishlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japenglishlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1681677140327547415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3653029267064668755&amp;postID=1681677140327547415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653029267064668755/posts/default/1681677140327547415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653029267064668755/posts/default/1681677140327547415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japenglishlife.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-in-nippon.html' title='~Spring in Nippon~'/><author><name>anniemcinnis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601127299623770032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SWckrt6cZ8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/oX5vv4ZS-gY/S220/finished+soba.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/S5OS2iz0MPI/AAAAAAAAARU/NkwK9KKh8rA/s72-c/unicycle+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653029267064668755.post-527991715818675637</id><published>2010-01-13T10:40:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T10:58:05.981+09:00</updated><title type='text'>TACO anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;TACO! TACO! TACO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#990000;"&gt;I just said three different words in two different languages, spelled three different ways... allow me to explain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#990000;"&gt;A TACO to most of you is a crunchy or soft shell, inside of which is meat, lettuce, cheese, salsa, and what have you. Sounds delish. I could go for some serious Taco Bell right now... But in Japan, a TACO is certainly NOT a taco, for several reasons. First of all, Mexican restaurants are seriously lacking in this country- which is surprising because of the surplus of rice and veggies we grow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#990000;"&gt;Secondly, in Japanese the word TACO takes on two other meanings than that delightful Mexican wrap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#990000;"&gt;In Japanese TACO, spelled with this kanji-蛸- means OCTOPUS. If you want TACO sushi, you don't want a taco on top of sushi rice, you want OCTOPUS sushi- not my favorite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#990000;"&gt;In Japanese, TACO, spelled with this kanji- 凧- also means "kite," as in "let's go fly a kite" with Mary Poppins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#990000;"&gt;This week I've had run-ins with both of the Japanese TACOs, as I'm teaching a sushi lesson to the 5th graders, and the 2nd graders are flying kites! Kite flying after the new year is a Japanese tradition. Eating sushi is just Japanese. I'm in the right place for TACOs... but I could still go for a Taco Bell run...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#990000;"&gt;So there you have it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#990000;"&gt;TACO=Mexican cuisine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#990000;"&gt;TACO=Octopus, 蛸&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#990000;"&gt;TACO= Kite, 凧&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#990000;"&gt;TACO! TACO! TACO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653029267064668755-527991715818675637?l=japenglishlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japenglishlife.blogspot.com/feeds/527991715818675637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3653029267064668755&amp;postID=527991715818675637' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653029267064668755/posts/default/527991715818675637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653029267064668755/posts/default/527991715818675637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japenglishlife.blogspot.com/2010/01/taco-anyone.html' title='TACO anyone?'/><author><name>anniemcinnis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601127299623770032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SWckrt6cZ8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/oX5vv4ZS-gY/S220/finished+soba.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653029267064668755.post-5114815323055122970</id><published>2009-12-29T01:13:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T12:21:03.664+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Party #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/Szl0qeWIeNI/AAAAAAAAAQY/Tk_pTbVuSLQ/s1600-h/DSC03909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420491899566323922" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/Szl0qeWIeNI/AAAAAAAAAQY/Tk_pTbVuSLQ/s400/DSC03909.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;Christmas Party #2 kicked off on December 26th at 9:45am! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Four 5th grade girls from one of my schools came over for a "Christmas Parfait Party." In 5th grade English class, I've been teaching a parfait lesson. The English the students learn is fruit names, the words "slice" and "slices" and how to use tell the difference... Know what?- I'll just give you a run-down of what I write on the board and then practice with them. It goes a little something like this:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A) Hello!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;B) Hello!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A) May I help you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;B) Yes, I want bananas please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A) How many?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;B) Three slices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A) Here you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;B) Thank you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A) Goodbye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;B) Goodbye!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;That is our typical run through. After the class has practiced repeating after "Ann Sensei" they practice with pairs, and then voluteers come to the front of the room and enact the "Parfait shop." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;Anywho, there's a snapshot of English class, and here are some photos of the 5th grade madness in my apartment, from 9:45am~3:15pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;Playing with the party poppers: ribbon exploded all over my apartment!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420323439241713314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/Szjbcyu51qI/AAAAAAAAAP4/w6fnFKI_Vrk/s400/DSC03911.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;Trying on my hats, scarves, and gloves I received for Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420492355449204114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/Szl1FApFLZI/AAAAAAAAAQo/SK_cy2M5gOM/s400/DSC03884.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;It's not a girls' party without mani's and pedi's!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420323424332730002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/Szjbb7MUzpI/AAAAAAAAAPo/YzSTn0YS8Hk/s400/DSC03889.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;Topping off her giant fruit parfait with whipped cream!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420323430517038978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SzjbcSOx34I/AAAAAAAAAPw/2MArF_a0HVE/s400/DSC03901.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;Oh yes, a fresh manicure and a fruit parfait just make the day splendid. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420323450785780594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SzjbddvOU3I/AAAAAAAAAQA/oHjQ81ZlFQI/s400/DSC03897.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But, pedicures and parfaits weren't the only thing this Christmas party entailed. When I went to a missionaries conference in November, I picked up a video for children about the life of Jesus. It was originally in English, but dubbed over in Japanese. I watched this hour-long video with the girls, during which we also made parfaits. But I was surprised that they remained mostly interested throughout the entire video. It even showed Jesus being nailed to the cross (a much more child-friendly version than &lt;em&gt;The Passion&lt;/em&gt; movie portrays, but gruesome, none-the-less.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then, praise the Lord, Adeng came over right as the movie was finishing. He talked to the girls in Japanese, and asked them a little bit about the movie. They understood that Jesus had been nailed to a cross, but that he came alive again. Halleluh Yah!! A seed has been planted in their minds and hearts. Please pray with me that this seed will one day sprout, grow, and bear fruit for our wonderful Savior, whom we celebrate this Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A &lt;em&gt;very special&lt;/em&gt; shout out to my family for the &lt;em&gt;three&lt;/em&gt; Christmas boxes they sent, and to the women's bible study at LFUMC, for your Christmas package! Thank you!! Everything is much appreciated! I love you all!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;More to come...&gt;&lt;&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653029267064668755-5114815323055122970?l=japenglishlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japenglishlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5114815323055122970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3653029267064668755&amp;postID=5114815323055122970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653029267064668755/posts/default/5114815323055122970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653029267064668755/posts/default/5114815323055122970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japenglishlife.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-party-2.html' title='Christmas Party #2'/><author><name>anniemcinnis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601127299623770032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SWckrt6cZ8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/oX5vv4ZS-gY/S220/finished+soba.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/Szl0qeWIeNI/AAAAAAAAAQY/Tk_pTbVuSLQ/s72-c/DSC03909.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653029267064668755.post-2252868810831671123</id><published>2009-12-29T00:56:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T01:12:13.563+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese Christmas, in an American's apt., in Japan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Its been a while since I've blogged, and I have a lot to share. I'll work my way from the present, backwards. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420319356009055314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SzjXvHgYBFI/AAAAAAAAAPY/_LHR_n6ks5U/s400/DSC03865.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;For Christmas this year I hosted two parties in my apartment. The first was on Christmas day, and 8 Chinese college students came over. Adeng, of course, was my co-host. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420319337496220786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SzjXuCiklHI/AAAAAAAAAPI/hgNAz4v-Ats/s400/DSC03848.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;These were students who have been coming to the Chinese Bible study Adeng started, and are either new believers, or interested "pre-believers!" We had a great time! They sang Christmas songs in Chinese, just beautiful. Then we ordered Pizza, from "Pizza-La" on the first floor of my apartment building. We cleaned up 2 larges and 3 mediums, two pans of brownies, and an immeasurable amount of chocolate! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Have you ever heard of the game "telephone charades?" Well we played, and since it's a charades game; no speaking, only passing of actions, I could play too! I laughed so hard, harder than I have for a long time! It was wonderful.  Below, he's acting out "whining."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420319345591572034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SzjXugsp1kI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/35r9sQMs860/s400/DSC03868.JPG" border="0" /&gt; At the end of the evening we got ride of extra drinks, cookies, and other miscellaneous items by playing "janken," the Japanese version of "rock-paper-scissors." But then it turned into the Chinese version, the name of which I'm uncertain. It was sweet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;At the beginning and end of the party we (ok, they!) sang Christmas carols in Chinese. Here's a sample of "Joy to the World."  If you understand Chinese, I'm sure this will be very meaningful.  If you don't, please enjoy the beauty of an unknown language praising the Known, True God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e02cd80c5fbe3fc8" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De02cd80c5fbe3fc8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330440125%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7277A0E3C2AE7B1AAD0D075A797B9FF2E6AEF7C6.40FA11518B6A9A87E6AB8B90DFD87699D4515BCE%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De02cd80c5fbe3fc8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DeDvxvu-B9_krJCgyK5yVHEnGUHM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De02cd80c5fbe3fc8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330440125%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7277A0E3C2AE7B1AAD0D075A797B9FF2E6AEF7C6.40FA11518B6A9A87E6AB8B90DFD87699D4515BCE%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De02cd80c5fbe3fc8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DeDvxvu-B9_krJCgyK5yVHEnGUHM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653029267064668755-2252868810831671123?l=japenglishlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japenglishlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2252868810831671123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3653029267064668755&amp;postID=2252868810831671123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653029267064668755/posts/default/2252868810831671123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653029267064668755/posts/default/2252868810831671123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japenglishlife.blogspot.com/2009/12/chinese-christmas-in-americans-apt-in.html' title='Chinese Christmas, in an American&apos;s apt., in Japan'/><author><name>anniemcinnis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601127299623770032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SWckrt6cZ8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/oX5vv4ZS-gY/S220/finished+soba.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SzjXvHgYBFI/AAAAAAAAAPY/_LHR_n6ks5U/s72-c/DSC03865.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653029267064668755.post-8428990612500108727</id><published>2009-09-27T13:15:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T14:04:25.364+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Baking... and other events!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;"There will be a day..." is playing on KLOVE-online, the breeze is blowing my curtains hay-wire, and brown-sugar-cinnamon scent hangs in the air. It's fall, it's Sunday, and that means it's time to bake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Last week I made Starbucks recipe for pumpkin spice scones. Twice! Yea, they were that good. And of course I shared the goodness, because that is the joy of this craft- giving it away. But baking takes a few unexpected twists and turns here in Japan. The mass plethra of ingredients found in American super-markets are not so readily available here. So I emprovise, and usually end up making something &lt;em&gt;comletely&lt;/em&gt; from scratch. The taste is always worth it! Here we have step-by-step (minus a few steps cuz I forgot to take pics!) pumpkin and scones:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;So, for starters, to make pumpkin scones, I first must purchase a pumpkin and cook it down to mashing consistency...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386003708965514866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/Sr7t1kfTbnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/eyZ84uKld_I/s400/DSC03418.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;The Japanese style of cooking pumpkin, and other veggies, is to mix some sugar, soy sauce, and &lt;em&gt;dashi&lt;/em&gt; (fish flakes) with the water, bring to a boil, then simmer. The result is a wonderful taste, sweet, but not too sweet. Hmm... &lt;em&gt;delectable&lt;/em&gt; would be the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386001235892027106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/Sr7rlnkovuI/AAAAAAAAAOA/EYRYWJ_quIs/s400/DSC03420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Cook pumpkin until you can stick it with a chopstick and it does not crack or break apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386001247975936322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/Sr7rmUlqkUI/AAAAAAAAAOI/2wThk_ivpng/s400/DSC03421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Then it becomes usable for pumpkin pie, scones, cheesecake, or just eating it plain. &lt;em&gt;Delish! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Scones in the making...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386001255951289314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/Sr7rmyTIy-I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/g_F0550Ky9M/s400/DSC03422.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Look at that beautiful color of pumpkin, cream, and egg whisked together. (I may have even licked this spoon too. lol)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386001267732667074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/Sr7rneMCWsI/AAAAAAAAAOY/7N5IZGRi9lg/s400/DSC03424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Voila!&lt;/em&gt; The finished product. hungry?? (I'm so mean!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386003719791947874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/Sr7t2M0hsGI/AAAAAAAAAOo/FiRG7nMegPA/s400/DSC03425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Among the missing items in my "super-market" in Japan, is granola bars. So what do I do? I make them myself!! This isn't necessarily cheap, as a small box of oats is almost $4. However, from my experience this afternoon, homemade granola bars are well worth the extra effort, extra nutrition, and extra cost. (I licked my spoons clean, and can't wait to dig into the bars!). *That's just another perk of making and baking your own goods- you get to lick &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt; (but don't tell your friends you did!) Dad, you'd be proud. This recipe contains NO high-fructose corn syrup, rather brown sugar, honey, and butter. I dare you to try this one! ;) I can't take all the credit for this either. I found the recipe online (see below) and adjusted it to my tastes and ingredients. I used flax seed instead of wheat germ, and dried bananas instead of sunflower seeds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386003734920176946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/Sr7t3FLYJTI/AAAAAAAAAOw/9bxVTC_qWcI/s400/DSC03474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386003747742975522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/Sr7t308khiI/AAAAAAAAAO4/87gnzJ_Hseo/s400/DSC03470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I tend to be a distastrous in the kitchen, although my end products always turn out great. For example, today I made granola bars, which required wax paper in the dish, so the bars don't stick. I openen my wax paper, and to my horror, I had about 5 inches left! EEK! I ran to my [2] neighbors, but neither were home. Hmm... would aluminum foil work? Yep! I'll &lt;em&gt;make&lt;/em&gt; it work! Haha. One time I completely burnt the crust of a cheesecake, in my lovely little convection oven. I was mad and poured it into the trash bag.  It was still really hot so it burnt through the trash bag and got all over the floor!! (the bag was hanging on the door handle.... yea my flat is teeny.) I've done all sorts of ridiculous things like that. You'll be happy to know, though, that the cheesecake story ended happily with a perfect pumpkin swirl cheesecake, enjoyed after a huge bowl of chili (this party is in my first or second blog, last year). So I like baking. As far as cooking... I'm a little terrified. I would love to learn to make these amazing chinese dumplings that Adeng's mom made for us. Chinese food is a future goal to accomplish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Speaking of Chinese, Adeng, his sister, some friends, and I went to YOKOHAMA and China Town this week, as it was a week long holiday! They found this store where I could try on a Chinese dress and take pictures, and they insisted that I do it! I was so embarrassed... at first. Then I just decided that they wanted to do something nice and fun; make a memory, of sorts. So I went along with it, and it was actually pretty fun. I like hamming it up for pictures, but amongst hundreds of tourists, it was awkward. We got some good shots though! ;) Adeng's sister is adament that when we go to China I can get fitted and have the perfect sized dress. cool! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386003761481166002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/Sr7t4oIArLI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0fSpkvxOIZA/s400/DSC03459.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Recipe sources: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Starbucks pumpkin spice scones:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.recipezaar.com/Starbucks-Pumpkin-Scones-214051"&gt;http://www.recipezaar.com/Starbucks-Pumpkin-Scones-214051&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Granola bars:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.joyfulabode.com/2008/04/11/homemade-granola-bar-recipe-no-high-fructose-corn-syrup-in-these-bars/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.joyfulabode.com/2008/04/11/homemade-granola-bar-recipe-no-high-fructose-corn-syrup-in-these-bars/&lt;/a&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/3653029267064668755-8428990612500108727?l=japenglishlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japenglishlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8428990612500108727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3653029267064668755&amp;postID=8428990612500108727' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653029267064668755/posts/default/8428990612500108727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653029267064668755/posts/default/8428990612500108727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japenglishlife.blogspot.com/2009/09/fall-baking-and-other-events.html' title='Fall Baking... and other events!'/><author><name>anniemcinnis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601127299623770032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SWckrt6cZ8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/oX5vv4ZS-gY/S220/finished+soba.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/Sr7t1kfTbnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/eyZ84uKld_I/s72-c/DSC03418.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653029267064668755.post-4033613339262938391</id><published>2009-09-20T20:59:00.008+09:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T21:54:50.268+09:00</updated><title type='text'>UNDOKAI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SrYf7BL9l2I/AAAAAAAAANA/5GUopixq0LI/s1600-h/DSC03358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383525503359358818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SrYf7BL9l2I/AAAAAAAAANA/5GUopixq0LI/s400/DSC03358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;*(oon-dough-kah-ee)* Means "sports day." Saturday was sports day for all three of my schools, but me being one person, I could only attend one of them! I joined Kusakabe's sports day, and this year I was given much more to do and help with. I felt like a real part of the group this year; very accepted, possibly needed, and able to encourage and communicate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383525473769781138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SrYf5S9Qd5I/AAAAAAAAAMo/duBUS5wTVv8/s400/DSC03351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I was on the yellow team, so I marched in with them for opening ceremony, stretching, and later became the one of the cheerleaders in impelling our team to victory! We were definitely the loudest team, and we WON sports day!! (all the games' points added together, and we had the most points!) I was jazzed! This year, I was invited to join the 3rd and 4th graders in their traditional Japanese dance. I had never practiced this dance before, I did it cold turkey, eyeing the little girl in front of me. the crown apparently thought it was hilarious that a [big] American girl was doing these Japanese moves, because there were certainly laughs and comments from the peanut gallery. :) I didn't mind though, because I enjoyed myself SO much, and I'm so thankful for my generous teachers who gave me this experience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;The Dance...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;This pose struck the crowd as funny...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SrYdzEHyjQI/AAAAAAAAAMA/i087CCFEsZQ/s1600-h/DSC03361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383523167684955394" style="WIDTH: 323px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SrYdzEHyjQI/AAAAAAAAAMA/i087CCFEsZQ/s320/DSC03361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;below, we are "fishing," pulling nets into our boats, like Peter and Andrew in the Bible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SrYdz9hA5mI/AAAAAAAAAMI/e0mKIj21voE/s1600-h/DSC03364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383523183091574370" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SrYdz9hA5mI/AAAAAAAAAMI/e0mKIj21voE/s320/DSC03364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SrYd0mdR3qI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Bwa0pIpEgrg/s1600-h/DSC03372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383523194081762978" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SrYd0mdR3qI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Bwa0pIpEgrg/s320/DSC03372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;This part was really hard, I had no idea what to do, I just followed as best I could!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SrYd149u7uI/AAAAAAAAAMg/YVD1hkYYijg/s1600-h/DSC03377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383523216229592802" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SrYd149u7uI/AAAAAAAAAMg/YVD1hkYYijg/s320/DSC03377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;The finish! I can't get quite as low as them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SrYd1GNltsI/AAAAAAAAAMY/nPfiWOIV1Pc/s1600-h/DSC03380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383523202605889218" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SrYd1GNltsI/AAAAAAAAAMY/nPfiWOIV1Pc/s320/DSC03380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Here we have the 5-6th grades doing their gymnastics routine. Pretty amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383525494815708098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SrYf6hW_08I/AAAAAAAAAM4/93UujGFBMWI/s400/DSC03399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Below, the surfing pose. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383525483652817730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SrYf53xjo0I/AAAAAAAAAMw/t7znAJDc2fw/s400/DSC03391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;**************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Sunday, Sept. 20, I had my own UNDOKAI, and ran my first ever 1/2 marathon! (to be honest, it was only 18.4K, 1600m short of a 20K-half marathon). Nevertheless, I praise the Lord that he carried me through this rugged race through the mountains. Angela Rasmussen, a friend and teacher here, and I have been planning on running this race since June, so she joined me on today's trek. The whole race was on roads, but on steep and winding, narrow mountain roads. I plugged my earphones in, cranked the Christian music, and made a worship service of this marathon. The Lord's presence and His surrounding creation reminded me that HE was/is worthy of the best performance I can give. That motivated me up the last couple hills, and past a few more girls, whom I challenged and passed! Woo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I came in 14th out of 243 women, and 192nd out of 1273 people overall. Angela also met her time goal and was very pleased with the race, despite the incredible challenge it turned out to be. She and I came back to my "flat" (my new word for my apt, because it sounds so much cooler!), we took showers, and then dined at a lovely little cafe in downtown Yamanashi Shi; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ael-market.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;http://www.ael-market.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;. Sadly, CAMERA wo WASURECHATA!! (I forgot my camera at lunch!) but our Yamanashi-peach-mint parfaits were the perfect icing on the cake of this day. YATTA!!! (WE DID IT!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Pre-race...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383527801804908306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SrYiAzkFZxI/AAAAAAAAANI/gWL3Kn-PL4c/s400/DSC03405.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;My new running skirt and gear. New gear gives new motivation. Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383527831053694882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SrYiCghid6I/AAAAAAAAANg/wY7qLi-ahZY/s400/DSC03404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Sweaty, sun-burned, and satisfied with a successful finish!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383527812102957202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SrYiBZ7VKJI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Dide3TnsuVE/s400/DSC03409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Did you know that kiwi grows on vines, a lot like grapes?! I never would have known that, unless I lived here. Cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383527818230701730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SrYiBwwTHqI/AAAAAAAAANY/zTK0H7mDiKs/s400/DSC03411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;I wanted to pick it and eat it, but it wasn't mine, so I just touched it. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383527840264602786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SrYiDC1lxKI/AAAAAAAAANo/HIs7I2Pa-Ng/s400/DSC03415.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A pic of our parfaits at lunch, uploaded from the cafe's website. Delish!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383531857123425954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 356px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SrYls2zXPqI/AAAAAAAAANw/JMVNJtiPXvs/s400/ael+parfait.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Thanks Lord, for your gifts of health, running, and surrounding creation of people and nature! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653029267064668755-4033613339262938391?l=japenglishlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japenglishlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4033613339262938391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3653029267064668755&amp;postID=4033613339262938391' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653029267064668755/posts/default/4033613339262938391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653029267064668755/posts/default/4033613339262938391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japenglishlife.blogspot.com/2009/09/undokai.html' title='UNDOKAI'/><author><name>anniemcinnis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601127299623770032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SWckrt6cZ8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/oX5vv4ZS-gY/S220/finished+soba.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SrYf7BL9l2I/AAAAAAAAANA/5GUopixq0LI/s72-c/DSC03358.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653029267064668755.post-6835121551137582730</id><published>2009-09-15T21:28:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T22:00:13.524+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Round TWO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;September marks the beginning of my second year living in Japan. The past one year held incredible experiences, and endless opportunities; I can't wait to see what this year brings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Returning to Japan was a little difficult, to be honest. I enjoyed my family time so much, it was very emotional to leave them again. However, upon arrival I was surprised by my boyfriend, Adeng at the airport. He escorted my weary soul all the way to my front door; bless his heart! I wouldn't have made it home without him. My suitcase weight 72 whopping pounds! HA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I began teaching right away the next day, which was good for me to have something to do. Now the elementary schools are preparing for their sports day event. This is probably the biggest event in elementary school. They spend countless hours practicing games, practicing marching, cheering, singing, and running! Actually I don't teach much in September because they use every spare moment to prepare. Then on Sports Day, Sept. 19th, all the parents will come and camp out around the field, inside of which the activities will be performed. It really does seem like more of a performance than a sports competition. Incredible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/Sq-La7sP2kI/AAAAAAAAALI/1PtOehz4FMw/s1600-h/DSC03335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381673374547171906" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/Sq-La7sP2kI/AAAAAAAAALI/1PtOehz4FMw/s320/DSC03335.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/Sq-LblwWpHI/AAAAAAAAALQ/4YH0AM5uNVA/s1600-h/DSC03336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381673385838683250" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/Sq-LblwWpHI/AAAAAAAAALQ/4YH0AM5uNVA/s320/DSC03336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;The amount of energy the students and teachers use everyday to run around and practice is staggering. I feel lazy, because I don't do much but watch. However, I am on the yellow team again this year, and I've been given a song to learn. I am also expecting to perform a traditional dance with the 3rd and 4th graders, wearing a costume and all! I feel very comforably at home at my schools. My rapport with my "colleagues" seems to be growing; I'm starting to joke with some of them, and understand their Japanese so much! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;The very day after the schools have their sports days, I will be running my first 1/2 marathon ever! It is run around Yamanashi Shi and Katsunuma area. Katsunuma is famous for its grapes, wine, wineries, and grape juice. Therefore, after this race, each runner will receive a bundle of grapes! These aren't just any grapes- they've earned their right to be famous, and rightly so. they are deep purple, juicy, and taste just like a glass of Welch's grape juice. Actually, I have some in my fridge right now....snack break....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/Sq-LdoM67aI/AAAAAAAAALo/vzVawxccot8/s1600-h/DSC03332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381673420855111074" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/Sq-LdoM67aI/AAAAAAAAALo/vzVawxccot8/s320/DSC03332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/Sq-PKKTF35I/AAAAAAAAALw/u8d6LmtwErc/s1600-h/DSC03331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381677484456927122" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/Sq-PKKTF35I/AAAAAAAAALw/u8d6LmtwErc/s320/DSC03331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/Sq-PKr2d7OI/AAAAAAAAAL4/oj5nSDEW5YA/s1600-h/DSC03333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381677493463674082" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/Sq-PKr2d7OI/AAAAAAAAAL4/oj5nSDEW5YA/s320/DSC03333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;This is my latest bulletin board, born from the 4th graders lessons about food. I wrote the Japanese sign all by myself, which asks the students to guess which pictures are American food, and which are Japanese. I used pictures of school lunches and boxed lunches.  When they lift the picture, they see a flag of the country from which the food came.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Have you ever seen the art of Japanese Obento? Obento means packed lunch... but Japanese Oka Sans (moms) and artists alike, have taken the traditional obento of rice and veggies, and turned it into an artform all its own. Please, do not miss this cultural opportunity to be amazed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%3A%2F%2Flistsgalore.blogspot.com%2F2008%2F10%2F25-lunches-too-awesome-to-eat.html&amp;amp;h=f84dd1cf19bdeb9d75c56860bfda1144" target="_blank" rel="nofollow" __untrusted="true"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%3A%2F%2Flistsgalore.blogspot.com%2F2008%2F10%2F25-lunches-too-awesome-to-eat.html&amp;amp;h=f84dd1cf19bdeb9d75c56860bfda1144&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/Sq-Lc18vifI/AAAAAAAAALg/moMkNd5_aCc/s1600-h/DSC03324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381673407365482994" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/Sq-Lc18vifI/AAAAAAAAALg/moMkNd5_aCc/s320/DSC03324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;My new friends Evie (left) and Rachel played a "gig" last Sunday at a cute cafe in Minami Alps. the cafe is owned by a guy from Iowa who married a woman from Japan, and they now live here and operate a cafe/English school. Very hip new place! I will be visiting there more often!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653029267064668755-6835121551137582730?l=japenglishlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japenglishlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6835121551137582730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3653029267064668755&amp;postID=6835121551137582730' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653029267064668755/posts/default/6835121551137582730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653029267064668755/posts/default/6835121551137582730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japenglishlife.blogspot.com/2009/09/round-two.html' title='Round TWO!'/><author><name>anniemcinnis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601127299623770032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SWckrt6cZ8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/oX5vv4ZS-gY/S220/finished+soba.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/Sq-La7sP2kI/AAAAAAAAALI/1PtOehz4FMw/s72-c/DSC03335.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653029267064668755.post-5535682178205414772</id><published>2009-09-15T21:06:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T21:28:07.142+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Summary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Wow- summer came and went like a typhoon through Yamanashi!- quickly!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I've already told about the fun weekend at Okoboji lake, memories still fresh in my mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;After Okoboji we went here and there, doing this and that... mostly amounting to shopping! Jill and I must haved shopped nearly everyday, which I actually enjoyed! Living in Japan has turned me off to shopping, because the fashion either doesn't appeal to me, or just plain doesn't fit my body! HA! However, this is good for my pocket book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;We met up with family for a few dinners, always wonderful to see them! Andrea, Amy, and I met for Culvers one last time before we parted ways. Andrea is now in Chile teaching English, and Amy and her hubby of one year just moved into a new home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/Sq-F_-cmy0I/AAAAAAAAAK4/XAtIPOeU4RY/s1600-h/DSC03161.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381667413872266050" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/Sq-F_-cmy0I/AAAAAAAAAK4/XAtIPOeU4RY/s320/DSC03161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Andrea, me, Amy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Then on to Judy and David Bligh's wedding! That was weekend I was most looking forward to, and turned out to be the highlight of the summer. Not only did one of my best friends get married, but her wedding was a college reunion for us, minus Erin, whom we all greatly missed. I make it sound like she's dead, she's not dead, just in Africa. My parents and Jill also came up for the wedding, which was very meaningful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/Sq-F-MW-rjI/AAAAAAAAAKg/1L3W8CQcmeM/s1600-h/DSC03187.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381667383247023666" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/Sq-F-MW-rjI/AAAAAAAAAKg/1L3W8CQcmeM/s320/DSC03187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rehearsal dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/Sq-F-nJGx0I/AAAAAAAAAKo/veNGM5NYqRk/s1600-h/DSC03232.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381667390436591426" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/Sq-F-nJGx0I/AAAAAAAAAKo/veNGM5NYqRk/s320/DSC03232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace! A Japanese picture pose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;My family was a huge blessing while I was home. Even though I'm an "adult" now, they paid for my meals and loaned me their cars. Thanks you guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/Sq-F_M8cUVI/AAAAAAAAAKw/YCnWbU5Fo0w/s1600-h/DSC03164.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381667400584024402" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/Sq-F_M8cUVI/AAAAAAAAAKw/YCnWbU5Fo0w/s320/DSC03164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Look who wanted to come back to Japan with me ?!? Rudy San!! He loves me because I'm his walking buddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Nathan moved to college just before I left, and is now enjoying Husker games, biking to class, and the perks of the UNL campus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;David came over the night before I left and said goodbyes. I bawled, I think he teared up a bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Afterwards Jill, mom, dad, and I prayed over Jill for healing. We all cried, and were very moved by the Holy Spirit. We are waiting patiently, expectantly for His promise of restoration!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/Sq-H5WXFFFI/AAAAAAAAALA/zPw59OWz1O4/s1600-h/P1050618.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381669499055707218" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/Sq-H5WXFFFI/AAAAAAAAALA/zPw59OWz1O4/s320/P1050618.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653029267064668755-5535682178205414772?l=japenglishlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japenglishlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5535682178205414772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3653029267064668755&amp;postID=5535682178205414772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653029267064668755/posts/default/5535682178205414772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653029267064668755/posts/default/5535682178205414772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japenglishlife.blogspot.com/2009/09/summer-summary.html' title='Summer Summary'/><author><name>anniemcinnis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601127299623770032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SWckrt6cZ8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/oX5vv4ZS-gY/S220/finished+soba.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/Sq-F_-cmy0I/AAAAAAAAAK4/XAtIPOeU4RY/s72-c/DSC03161.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653029267064668755.post-1039424996220303772</id><published>2009-08-13T03:30:00.007+09:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T04:04:06.120+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;HELLO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;GOMEN!! (sorry!) Its been awhile since I've updated here, so I'm going to start with the most recent events; thats the easiest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I am home in America now, came back July 28 and I'll be here til August 24. I am really enjoying spending time with my family, especially Jill. We do practically everything together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Since I've come home, I've eaten LOTS of American foods that I can't find in Japan, at least not for cheap! Such items have included corn on the cob, mint-cream oreos, frosted mini-wheat cereal (and just about every other kind of cereal), Jimmy Johns, McDonald's iced coffee, Sonic, the list goes on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SoMLPZLd2uI/AAAAAAAAAJA/6yVHrTOy79U/s1600-h/P1050545.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369147539840686818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SoMLPZLd2uI/AAAAAAAAAJA/6yVHrTOy79U/s320/P1050545.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;My family headed up to Spirit Lake in Okoboji last weekend, for a little get-away and fun in the sun! We really enjoyed ourselves, and here's a BIG shout out to Tim and Betty Jackes for hosting us and blessing us with a wondeful time! Praise God there were no injuries on the jetskis, and Jill and I both survived the "ride of terror" while our white knuckles gripped onto Nate. He knows how to give a good scare! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;David, on the other hand, was much more passenger savvy! :) Here is David and I...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SoMOSfKBtkI/AAAAAAAAAJg/wtzLu5USJTM/s1600-h/P1050591.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369150891519751746" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SoMOSfKBtkI/AAAAAAAAAJg/wtzLu5USJTM/s320/P1050591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SoMOSw4aDKI/AAAAAAAAAJo/jxORbnsYcoE/s1600-h/P1050599.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369150896277687458" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SoMOSw4aDKI/AAAAAAAAAJo/jxORbnsYcoE/s320/P1050599.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Nate giving Jill the "ride of terror!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;In all seriousness, I love my brothers SO incredibly much, and it was wonderful to spend the day with them on the lake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SoMOUISMD6I/AAAAAAAAAJw/u-ipFuM1dcY/s1600-h/P1050566.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369150919739707298" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SoMOUISMD6I/AAAAAAAAAJw/u-ipFuM1dcY/s320/P1050566.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SoMQxrmLkeI/AAAAAAAAAKY/f_faOGY1oog/s1600-h/P1050537.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SoMQxrmLkeI/AAAAAAAAAKY/f_faOGY1oog/s1600-h/P1050537.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SoMQxAOM9bI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/sDyJYLiTxWo/s1600-h/P1050526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369153614814967218" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SoMQxAOM9bI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/sDyJYLiTxWo/s320/P1050526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jill and Dad taking the jetski for a spin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SoMQwfGo55I/AAAAAAAAAKI/mHI6wrK6MZo/s1600-h/DSC09990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369153605924874130" style="WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SoMQwfGo55I/AAAAAAAAAKI/mHI6wrK6MZo/s320/DSC09990.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first day on the lake was &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; cold!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SoMQv9oO_eI/AAAAAAAAAKA/0MgB771JhII/s1600-h/P1050615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369153596938976738" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SoMQv9oO_eI/AAAAAAAAAKA/0MgB771JhII/s320/P1050615.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On our way to get nutty bars!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SoMQvCTxjuI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/fqdl1Jdq3Pc/s1600-h/P1050618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369153581015469794" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SoMQvCTxjuI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/fqdl1Jdq3Pc/s320/P1050618.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fam at the nutty bar counter! yum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Monday Jill and I went to Walmart and printed off over 250 pictures!! Oops, I paid for that one! But pictures are SO worth it! We got a lot, but not all, of her Japan pictures, and some from our most recent family reunion... More to come.... ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653029267064668755-1039424996220303772?l=japenglishlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japenglishlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1039424996220303772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3653029267064668755&amp;postID=1039424996220303772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653029267064668755/posts/default/1039424996220303772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653029267064668755/posts/default/1039424996220303772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japenglishlife.blogspot.com/2009/08/hello-gomen-sorry-its-been-awhile-since.html' title=''/><author><name>anniemcinnis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601127299623770032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SWckrt6cZ8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/oX5vv4ZS-gY/S220/finished+soba.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SoMLPZLd2uI/AAAAAAAAAJA/6yVHrTOy79U/s72-c/P1050545.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653029267064668755.post-8861274913699392906</id><published>2009-04-21T11:40:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T11:40:52.181+09:00</updated><title type='text'>God Shows UP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;OH the Name above all names is sweet and powerful!&lt;br /&gt;Just a few minutes ago, a little boy was in the front lobby at school, throwing a tantrum. But his sobs sounded more like shrieks or heaves... he sounded just aweful. To me he sounded like he could have had a demon.  This morning before school I prayed that God would use me to love on students today, and help me to follow the Holy Spirit.  As I heard this boy crying, I remembered my prayer, and also remembered God's faithfulness, and how I've been longing to be used by Him.  Without letting myself think too much about the whole situation, I got up and went out to the little boy.  Other teachers just kinda looked at him, and didn't really know what to do, and his homeroom teacher had to go start her class.  I crouched down (Japanese style) behind the shrieking boy and just starting rubbing his back and speaking the Name of Jesus over him.  I said over and over "In the name of Jesus, have peace! In the name of Jesus have peace!"  After he stopped screaming, I started telling this little boy that Jesus loves him.  Over and over I said it.  "Jesus loves you!"&lt;br /&gt;The Name of Jesus is powerful, no matter what language it is spoken through.  God desires to use His children, if we will just die to our selfish pride and our own agendas, and we will follow the Holy Spirit.  I think the HS usually asks us to do bogus things, that are only possible with God!&lt;br /&gt;Once again, God SHOWED UP in a Japanese elementary school, and calmed a little heart.&lt;br /&gt;PRAISE God for His faithfulness and ability to use anyone, even us- the worst of all sinners.&lt;br /&gt;1 Timothy 1:15-16 "HEre is a trustworthy saying that deserves full acceptance: Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners- of whom I am the worst.  But for that very reason I was shown mercy so that in me, the worst of sinners, Christ Jesus might display his unlimited patience as an example for those who would believe on him and receive eternal life." ~ We were shown grace and patience so that we might also display those qualities to other people, and hope for their salvation too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping and praying for the salvation of my students.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653029267064668755-8861274913699392906?l=japenglishlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japenglishlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8861274913699392906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3653029267064668755&amp;postID=8861274913699392906' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653029267064668755/posts/default/8861274913699392906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653029267064668755/posts/default/8861274913699392906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japenglishlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/god-shows-up.html' title='God Shows UP!'/><author><name>anniemcinnis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601127299623770032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SWckrt6cZ8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/oX5vv4ZS-gY/S220/finished+soba.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653029267064668755.post-6232476896656356830</id><published>2009-02-22T15:26:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T18:07:02.913+09:00</updated><title type='text'>No Words....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SaDxPqDxZ6I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/g4w_8f8tdXA/s1600-h/sick+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305505612332885922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SaDxPqDxZ6I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/g4w_8f8tdXA/s320/sick+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SaDxPqcX35I/AAAAAAAAAII/wRnoqxhqybM/s1600-h/sick+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305505612436070290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SaDxPqcX35I/AAAAAAAAAII/wRnoqxhqybM/s320/sick+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my goodness- so the latest drama in my life was this: I either got a vicious case of food poisoning, or a bad virus this weekend, and I was exploding out of both ends. So my friends insisted I had to go to a hospital. But it was Saturday night, so I guess the hospitals weren't open. (?) SO- my lovely (and loving) boyfriend drove me to this clinic where they assessed me and figured I had some viral infection, not bacterial. Then I got to lay on the floor in this "community" sort of tatami room. They hung an IV bag from the ceiling and it drained into me for 40 minutes. My first IV ever, and in Japan!! It was the strangest experience. I kept thinking to myself that if I was at home, I would just sleep this off, and not even think about going to the doctor. But things are done differently in Japan. I was a little nervous when they laid my down in the tatami room... It just felt so "old-school!"  But &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adeng read to me from the Psalms, and I found myself singing worship songs in my head, and praying for the other patients.  It was a calming feeling, to know I was in a strange situation, but God's hand was still protecting me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway- I survived and today Adeng brough me okayu (rice porridge) and home made chicken soup. He's so good. And Ramona stayed with me last night, although nothing happened. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People have taken care of me so much, and so well. The love and servanthood of Christ is truly radiating from the people from New Life International Church. They prayed for me during the service, several already called today, and here I have Adeng and Ramona tending to my every need. Praise God for the family He has given us with in the church. We really are supposed to tangibly meet each others' needs. Seeing these acts of love has prompted me to serve Christ and people in any way that I can... Once I'm back on my feet!Their examples have been exactly what God needs me to see... I need to take my eyes off myself, my problems, my stresses. God promises to take care of all that. I am supposed to live a life worshipping Him through service, prayer, and loving, loving, LOVING other people. I may have just rambled, but its coming from my heart, which is full of gratitude and ambition to allow Christ to reshape my heart and remold me into what he needs me to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Praise God for his mercy and grace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love you all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Annie&lt;&gt;&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653029267064668755-6232476896656356830?l=japenglishlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japenglishlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6232476896656356830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3653029267064668755&amp;postID=6232476896656356830' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653029267064668755/posts/default/6232476896656356830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653029267064668755/posts/default/6232476896656356830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japenglishlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-my-goodness-so-latest-drama-in-my.html' title='No Words....'/><author><name>anniemcinnis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601127299623770032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SWckrt6cZ8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/oX5vv4ZS-gY/S220/finished+soba.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SaDxPqDxZ6I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/g4w_8f8tdXA/s72-c/sick+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653029267064668755.post-6708494962826927171</id><published>2009-01-07T10:35:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T11:11:35.553+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Eggu-Nogu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;'Tis past the season for any sort of festive baking attempts. But when ya live in Japan, sometimes things happen out of order! So yesterday I accepted the challenge (presented to me by myself) to attempt eggnog. To my delight I was successful! However, I'll admit that I did over cook the custard, and had to strain it 3 times to get all the little scrambled eggs out of the mix. And I may have whipped the cream too much before mixing it into the custard, so the nog is a bit thick, and slightly clumpy, but ever-so homemade! Of course I had to have a glass with my blueberry pancakes this morning! I also put some in a glass milk bottle, which I think makes it look a little more official.  I must throw a special thanks out to my American friends here, who are always willing to taste my latest concoction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SWQOA0QwTZI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/IzxNqfp49AE/s1600-h/DSC01500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288367269631511954" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SWQOA0QwTZI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/IzxNqfp49AE/s320/DSC01500.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SWQOBbVnejI/AAAAAAAAAHY/bxsJowkxbMk/s1600-h/DSC01502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288367280120887858" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SWQOBbVnejI/AAAAAAAAAHY/bxsJowkxbMk/s320/DSC01502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;One thing I've learned about living in Japan is this: It is truly an advanced nation, where anything and everything seems possible. Who would have thought I could find all the ingredients and have all the means to make such an American sweet, like eggnog? Not only in the ways of technological growth, but also in the the options offered in every area. It seems Japan is a country that sees a need, or want, and meets it. Japan likes convenience. Here are a few examples:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;There are coffee and coke machines every 400 meters, for your convenience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;At a restaurant, you push a button to summon the waitress, so she comes neither too early or late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;The table tennis teams have long, lacrosse-like sticks to pick up the balls on the floor- you need not bend over!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;The washing machine and dryer are one unit- no need to take up extra space!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Some shops serve over 30 flavors of ice cream- you're sure to find one you like!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Your cell phone doubles as an internet server, a television, an mp3 player, a camera, as well as all the normal cell phone features.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I am awed and wondered by the options in Japan. You can get anything you want, because for every category of anything, options have been created. However, the said side, the heart-breaking side is this: all these options, all this stuff, has been created to fill a need in man's heart. All the stuff Japan offers will never fill this hole, because it can only be filled by the King of Kings, and Lord of Lords. Man was created to know God personally, to see his grace offered on the cross of Christ, to accept forgiveness, and to live as a child of God. People in Japan, and everywhere in the world search and search for fulfillment, but never find it because they search for it from the world. The world will never fill the heart, only God can do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;So although I enjoy seeing the works of man's hands in Japan- the crazy inventions and convenient ways of life, I cannot help but to sit back and pray for this nation. People's lives are a chasing after the wind without the Lord Jesus as their Savior. Please join me in praying for the nation of Japan.&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/3653029267064668755-6708494962826927171?l=japenglishlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japenglishlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6708494962826927171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3653029267064668755&amp;postID=6708494962826927171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653029267064668755/posts/default/6708494962826927171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653029267064668755/posts/default/6708494962826927171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japenglishlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/eggu-nogu.html' title='Eggu-Nogu'/><author><name>anniemcinnis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601127299623770032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SWckrt6cZ8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/oX5vv4ZS-gY/S220/finished+soba.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SWQOA0QwTZI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/IzxNqfp49AE/s72-c/DSC01500.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653029267064668755.post-49833062498740104</id><published>2008-12-05T23:14:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T23:43:22.060+09:00</updated><title type='text'>"So Santa Clause is really Ann Sensei!!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;T&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;hat's right folks! Santa Clause's true identity has finally been revealed. The so called "Santa" has recently made "his" home in the tiny but mighty country of Japan, and has taken on the role of an Eigo no sensei (English teacher). It has also been discovered that Santa Clause is indeed a woman, and tall and blonde at that. Nevertheless, Japan's "Santa San" was welcomed warmly by the elementary students, who laughed and cheered, and tugged at the beard, of course!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/STk89KhWjhI/AAAAAAAAAGg/yXoC-J1cYjM/s1600-h/DSC01167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276315459935178258" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/STk89KhWjhI/AAAAAAAAAGg/yXoC-J1cYjM/s320/DSC01167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Me, my translator, Sachimi, and my principal, "Kochyo Sensei." (from L to R)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/STk7n1pM3BI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_RZP0NyJe7A/s1600-h/DSC01155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276313994042072082" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/STk7n1pM3BI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_RZP0NyJe7A/s320/DSC01155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;HAHA! Actually, here's the real story: One of my teachers has a Santa suit, and asked me to wear it for the Christmas lesson, which happened to be first period. Lots of kids saw me in the outfit, and I didn't want to let any of them down, so I wore the thing all day to all my classes! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/STk7nbXg_6I/AAAAAAAAAF4/uEHgtFqEMMQ/s1600-h/DSC01162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276313986988572578" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/STk7nbXg_6I/AAAAAAAAAF4/uEHgtFqEMMQ/s320/DSC01162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;One first grader even commented- "Oh! So Santa Clause is really Ann Sensei!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAHA!! They really thought I was the Santa Clause! I was amazed at how students would run up to me and wanted to touch me hand, or hug me- even though they knew it was Ann Sensei! This touched my heart, and it reminded me of Jesus- and how he wanted the little children to come to him. I would say 98% of my students have never heard of Jesus, which is truly tragic. But they do know that Santa Clause is a kind man who gives gifts- so its almost like the Santa Clause figure is "Jesus" to these kids- kind, welcoming, and miraculous! Wow.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/STk7oRnNQdI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Y0u8HoiST5I/s1600-h/DSC01137.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276314001549902290" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/STk7oRnNQdI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Y0u8HoiST5I/s320/DSC01137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;**Making Christmas cards!!**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/STk7onQ8VvI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/q8EfncD0ND0/s1600-h/DSC01130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276314007362098930" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/STk7onQ8VvI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/q8EfncD0ND0/s320/DSC01130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Miraculously I have been able to share Jesus with most of my students, through a Christmas lesson we teach. Of course, the original lesson did not include Jesus, but I asked if I could show pictures of Jesus in the manger, and pics of a manger scene, and my teacher had no problem with that. SO- I show the students these pictures and ask them if they have ever seen anything like this before. Not astonishingly, most of them say no, they have not seen pics of Jesus. I only hope that my introduction of Jesus will stick with them, and when they hear about Him in the future, their hearts will be sparked, and curiosity will turn into exploration for truth. Please continue to lift up my students. I love them so very much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/STk7pu3HbgI/AAAAAAAAAGY/oqTAk5o_lw8/s1600-h/DSC01136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276314026581126658" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/STk7pu3HbgI/AAAAAAAAAGY/oqTAk5o_lw8/s320/DSC01136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/STk8-AQUe6I/AAAAAAAAAGo/d-XRbcCogMQ/s1600-h/DSC01132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276315474359253922" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/STk8-AQUe6I/AAAAAAAAAGo/d-XRbcCogMQ/s320/DSC01132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653029267064668755-49833062498740104?l=japenglishlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japenglishlife.blogspot.com/feeds/49833062498740104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3653029267064668755&amp;postID=49833062498740104' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653029267064668755/posts/default/49833062498740104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653029267064668755/posts/default/49833062498740104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japenglishlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-santa-clause-is-really-ann-sensei.html' title='&quot;So Santa Clause is really Ann Sensei!!&quot;'/><author><name>anniemcinnis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601127299623770032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SWckrt6cZ8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/oX5vv4ZS-gY/S220/finished+soba.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/STk89KhWjhI/AAAAAAAAAGg/yXoC-J1cYjM/s72-c/DSC01167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653029267064668755.post-809902948542248588</id><published>2008-11-03T21:17:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T22:06:04.483+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Chili Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;American traditions live STRONG- no matter where you are! When spicy chili, homemade cornbread (soaked in honey), ritz crackers covered in a plethora of ingredients, and pumpkin cheesecake call your name- you do NOT say no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SQ72bBRrgHI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ed-cx7GeVB8/s1600-h/chili+night+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264415958502178930" style="WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SQ72bBRrgHI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ed-cx7GeVB8/s320/chili+night+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SQ71Q_DrZ6I/AAAAAAAAAFI/17shaG7A3xk/s1600-h/mollys+hors+devours.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264414686596261794" style="WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SQ71Q_DrZ6I/AAAAAAAAAFI/17shaG7A3xk/s320/mollys+hors+devours.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Joe, me, Molly, and Angela (from L to R below) had an American food, chili party this weekend. We are a family! Joe and Angela are the parents- of course- because they are older (and more mature), and Molly and I make GREAT kids- as we are always joking, laughing, or asking questions about something or other. Here we are!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SQ71RfTwoII/AAAAAAAAAFQ/MElsXqOvqO8/s1600-h/the+family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264414695253647490" style="WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SQ71RfTwoII/AAAAAAAAAFQ/MElsXqOvqO8/s320/the+family.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;These friends of mine have been Jesus to me time and time again-what an example! Angela housed me for two nights in a row- I even slept in her bed, and she was on the floor, she let be borrow sweatpants, she fed me breakfast. She did it all with a smile- what a servant!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;And we had some fun with camera- throwing us into hysterics!! Tears all around!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SQ72buY3c0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/ghjHH4Ngqd0/s1600-h/scary2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264415970611917634" style="WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SQ72buY3c0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/ghjHH4Ngqd0/s320/scary2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SQ72bMaQbhI/AAAAAAAAAFo/DwsXNARbsYg/s1600-h/scary1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264415961490943506" style="WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SQ72bMaQbhI/AAAAAAAAAFo/DwsXNARbsYg/s320/scary1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary Necks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SQ71RrGFEvI/AAAAAAAAAFY/jJWaahdHqEg/s1600-h/scary+neck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264414698417492722" style="WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SQ71RrGFEvI/AAAAAAAAAFY/jJWaahdHqEg/s320/scary+neck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SQ71QUIT1RI/AAAAAAAAAE4/oLqFYHCcwws/s1600-h/angela+cry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264414675072963858" style="WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SQ71QUIT1RI/AAAAAAAAAE4/oLqFYHCcwws/s320/angela+cry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela's crying... Molly's crying...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SQ71QSh1AdI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Jhw7DsHmuYE/s1600-h/cant+breathe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264414674643124690" style="WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SQ71QSh1AdI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Jhw7DsHmuYE/s320/cant+breathe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I can't breath!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653029267064668755-809902948542248588?l=japenglishlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japenglishlife.blogspot.com/feeds/809902948542248588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3653029267064668755&amp;postID=809902948542248588' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653029267064668755/posts/default/809902948542248588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653029267064668755/posts/default/809902948542248588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japenglishlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/chili-party.html' title='Chili Party'/><author><name>anniemcinnis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601127299623770032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SWckrt6cZ8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/oX5vv4ZS-gY/S220/finished+soba.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SQ72bBRrgHI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ed-cx7GeVB8/s72-c/chili+night+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653029267064668755.post-9005469454707892243</id><published>2008-11-03T21:13:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T21:17:02.769+09:00</updated><title type='text'>MIRACLES HAPPEN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Lately God has really been challenging me to not only believe what the Bible says, but to ACT on what it says, and have faith that God will show up in every situation. I often find myself thinking about God's power, and believing so much that He can and will show up when I call on His name to do something miraculous, but I have been keeing this inside, and not GOING when the Holy Spirit calls me to GO!So I was at school this past Thursday morning, sitting at my desk as usual, and getting ready to read my Bible cause I didn't have an early class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;There is a 1st grade student at this school who has some learning disabilities, or other things going on, I'm not sure what. But on this morning she was freaking out: yelling, screaming, thrashing her fists at the teachers, throwing a tantrum. She was beyond help- none of the teachers could get her to calm down. She was running, and they were actually chasing her around the school, and the principal was there too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;As I sat there, the Holy Spirit reminded me that in the Bible when this sort of thing happens, the person is always possessed by a demon, and Jesus or someone casts the demon away. I knew in my heart that this little girl was being tormented by a demon, and I KNEW that the very name of Jesus would drive this demon away, and bring her peace. I almost held back, but the Holy Spirit's calling was so strong. I got up from my desk, and followed the sound of the screams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;When I found her, one teacher was trying to pick her up off the floor but she was laying there kicking with her feet, going stiff, and still screaming and crying. I didn't know exactly how I was supposed to do this, so I just put both of my hands on her head and started speaking "In the name of Jesus, come out! In the name of Jesus, come out!" I said this probably 10 times, and as I spoke, she began to calm down, she stopped flailing, and screaming. Then one of the teachers picked her up, and I kept playing with her hair, and then started speaking "peace in the name of Jesus. Peace in the name of Jesus." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And she stopped crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And started LAUGHING!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And I fell down!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The demon left this girl, and the peace of Jesus entered. WHY? Because I was obedient. Thats all it takes is obedience to the call. Oh my word- the HOLY SPIRIT, GOD, JESUS- they are ALIVE and WELL. When God lays it on our hearts to do something, He doesn't just send us off and wish us well- He GOES with us- every step! And its HIS power anyway, that does the task for which we are sent. We are merely vessels- which carry His Living Spirit where it needs to go, to do His work. Just like with Moses and the burning bush- God didn't send him off, God went with Moses, and performed HUGE wonders in Egypt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Its not about us at all! WOW!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653029267064668755-9005469454707892243?l=japenglishlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japenglishlife.blogspot.com/feeds/9005469454707892243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3653029267064668755&amp;postID=9005469454707892243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653029267064668755/posts/default/9005469454707892243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653029267064668755/posts/default/9005469454707892243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japenglishlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/lately-god-has-really-been-challenging.html' title='MIRACLES HAPPEN!'/><author><name>anniemcinnis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601127299623770032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SWckrt6cZ8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/oX5vv4ZS-gY/S220/finished+soba.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653029267064668755.post-4934133745246370177</id><published>2008-10-19T17:06:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T17:37:00.198+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Afternoons...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Today is Nichiyobi, or Sunday. I took a photo-documentary of my afternoon today, as requested by my parents! My main mode of transportation around Yamanashi City is my bike- there we are! I tried to get my bike in the picture, but he wasn't cooperating. I haven't named him yet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SPrwLkIPK4I/AAAAAAAAAEw/LzheRZmRi24/s1600-h/DSC00834.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258779596375927682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SPrwLkIPK4I/AAAAAAAAAEw/LzheRZmRi24/s320/DSC00834.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;This afternoon I visited a place called "Off-House", which is basically Japan's Goodwill. I have enough of my mother in me to live up to the phrase "One man's trash is another man's treasure!" I found some goodies at the Off-House! Finally- a complete set of small bowls, complete with lids and a serving tray. I don't think they have ever been used! Also- a set of drinking glasses. They are so me- colorful!! I'm really excited about these, because all my dishes before were one-sies, in other words- nothing matched anything else!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SPrt5BPXLII/AAAAAAAAADQ/4qtGW3Asev4/s1600-h/DSC00862.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258777078749670530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SPrt5BPXLII/AAAAAAAAADQ/4qtGW3Asev4/s320/DSC00862.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SPrt5ce96FI/AAAAAAAAADY/pX09B3aeSDw/s1600-h/DSC00866.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258777086062880850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SPrt5ce96FI/AAAAAAAAADY/pX09B3aeSDw/s320/DSC00866.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Autumn is becoming my favorite season. The weather is perfect, it was probably mid-70's and sunny today. This is a road near my house. These trees are "persimon trees." Persimon is the orange fruit, I don't think we have these in the States; they taste sweet, with a sort of apple texture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SPrua5G-V3I/AAAAAAAAADg/NRey0cOEyCE/s1600-h/DSC00844.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258777660682557298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SPrua5G-V3I/AAAAAAAAADg/NRey0cOEyCE/s320/DSC00844.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SPrubeI-9QI/AAAAAAAAADo/gBl44p_8z68/s1600-h/DSC00845.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258777670623098114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SPrubeI-9QI/AAAAAAAAADo/gBl44p_8z68/s320/DSC00845.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I caught a cute family on a Nichiyobi bike-ride. Look at that little cherub!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SPrubuzXxBI/AAAAAAAAADw/a678xut-z7Y/s1600-h/DSC00847.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258777675095852050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SPrubuzXxBI/AAAAAAAAADw/a678xut-z7Y/s320/DSC00847.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;After the Off-House I went to D2, which is a big home store. You can buy nearly anything there! I bought a small pot, and some Taiyaki...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SPrub-wAsOI/AAAAAAAAAD4/z95hgG-s4zs/s1600-h/DSC00852.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258777679376724194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SPrub-wAsOI/AAAAAAAAAD4/z95hgG-s4zs/s320/DSC00852.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;This was my lunch after D2. The fish is the Taiyaki. Taiyaki is a snack thats a waffle outside and has sweet bean paste in the middle. Its so yummy!! I dipped it in my milkshake! I'm a dipper!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SPrucBELQ4I/AAAAAAAAAEA/wz_enZne2aM/s1600-h/DSC00854.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258777679998174082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SPrucBELQ4I/AAAAAAAAAEA/wz_enZne2aM/s320/DSC00854.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;THEN- hit up the grocery store, called Ichiyama. "Ichi" means "one," and "yama" means "mountain." I guess the grocery store is called "One Mountain." Cool. Here are some pics of the isles and food options. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SPrvQQG4jHI/AAAAAAAAAEI/6KCL5VJqH7U/s1600-h/DSC00856.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258778577389259890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SPrvQQG4jHI/AAAAAAAAAEI/6KCL5VJqH7U/s320/DSC00856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SPrvQsGh6BI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/1JMTSrMgIJ8/s1600-h/DSC00857.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258778584903968786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SPrvQsGh6BI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/1JMTSrMgIJ8/s320/DSC00857.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SPrvR-W9-ZI/AAAAAAAAAEg/hXeyI7qE_d4/s1600-h/DSC00859.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258778606984624530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SPrvR-W9-ZI/AAAAAAAAAEg/hXeyI7qE_d4/s320/DSC00859.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SPrvQ-FIcbI/AAAAAAAAAEY/fEk4XBHq4Ng/s1600-h/DSC00858.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258778589729943986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SPrvQ-FIcbI/AAAAAAAAAEY/fEk4XBHq4Ng/s320/DSC00858.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SPrvSP0xwwI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mX7kWdyme0c/s1600-h/DSC00861.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258778611673056002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SPrvSP0xwwI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mX7kWdyme0c/s320/DSC00861.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Notice the "Happy Halloween" sign in the picture above. They think its cool to "celebrate" Halloween... or at least have the icons present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Shopping makes me tired, so I came home and read my bible and prayed- so rejuvenating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;GUESS WHAT?? I prayed for an opportunity to share Jesus' love with my neighbor. Then I took her some candy corn and Dove chocolate (courtesy of my package from home!) and she invited me to go on a walk tonight! GOD IS FAITHFUL TO ANSWER PRAYER!!! I am so excited to continue building my relationship with her. She speaks mostly Japanese, so communication is limited, but God is bigger than language barriers!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Hope ur having an awesome day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Sionara!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653029267064668755-4934133745246370177?l=japenglishlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japenglishlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4934133745246370177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3653029267064668755&amp;postID=4934133745246370177' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653029267064668755/posts/default/4934133745246370177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653029267064668755/posts/default/4934133745246370177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japenglishlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/sunday-afternoons.html' title='Sunday Afternoons...'/><author><name>anniemcinnis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601127299623770032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SWckrt6cZ8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/oX5vv4ZS-gY/S220/finished+soba.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SPrwLkIPK4I/AAAAAAAAAEw/LzheRZmRi24/s72-c/DSC00834.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653029267064668755.post-7820021247988311052</id><published>2008-10-14T20:12:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T21:11:59.954+09:00</updated><title type='text'>School Dayz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;This is just a tiny blip of what I see everyday at school. HAHA- no I don't see kids with goblin lanterns- I just thought he was cute and I wanted him to start this blog off!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SPSGQBVGWEI/AAAAAAAAACY/v4mGn5gwXmg/s1600-h/DSC00694.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256974274841172034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SPSGQBVGWEI/AAAAAAAAACY/v4mGn5gwXmg/s320/DSC00694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Anyway- the teachers all have their desks in one big room. We call it the teachers' room! The vice principal, secretary and school affairs teachers sit at the head of the room, and the principals office is next door. My desk is the one in the center of this picture- with the flower bag on the chair. This is Kusakabe Elementary, my Wed/Thurs. school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SPSGPQxtW6I/AAAAAAAAACI/d058qHNhE6g/s1600-h/DSC00699.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256974261807831970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SPSGPQxtW6I/AAAAAAAAACI/d058qHNhE6g/s320/DSC00699.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;As far as formalities at school, we don't call the principal by his last name, as we do other teachers. The principal of every school is called "Kochyo Sensei" which means "leader teacher." Other teachers are called by their last names and then "sensei." For example "Nezu Sensei" or "Kobayahsi Sensei" (these are teachers I teach with!). However, as the foreign teacher, my first name is difficult enough, so I am called "Ann Sensei." I hear that about a million times a day, kids exclaiming "Ann Sensei!! Hello!! Good Moning" (thats right- no "r" sound! SO cute!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;This video was taken at recess at my Yawata- my Friday school. The kids at this school are the most talented I have ever seen on these monkey bars! Although before I took these videos, I saw a couple girls fall on their heads! Take a look- its truly amazing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5dac1137b9a2b033" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5dac1137b9a2b033%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330440125%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8B392CA9DE5C3BEF5150B1AE777030AD2C98A02.2DDE3031D91A0D83B3C8727012D87E9AA07F8820%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5dac1137b9a2b033%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DId7DcIYCHx3ydvluMxnxqyi9f-Y&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5dac1137b9a2b033%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330440125%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8B392CA9DE5C3BEF5150B1AE777030AD2C98A02.2DDE3031D91A0D83B3C8727012D87E9AA07F8820%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5dac1137b9a2b033%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DId7DcIYCHx3ydvluMxnxqyi9f-Y&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;This second video is better- or more extreme I would say! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fc27b3318f82126f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfc27b3318f82126f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330440125%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5A1EB7A3C2C97687360E8DC2E39A7600E7D2D56E.712D97A20C971D03FBD52109924B181953CA91E5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfc27b3318f82126f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DbzwFDIEoEGUG0jIohzYzcKZmUj0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfc27b3318f82126f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330440125%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5A1EB7A3C2C97687360E8DC2E39A7600E7D2D56E.712D97A20C971D03FBD52109924B181953CA91E5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfc27b3318f82126f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DbzwFDIEoEGUG0jIohzYzcKZmUj0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Japanese children are very high-energy. The Japanese term for this is "genki." Even in the classroom some of them are loud and bouncing all over the place. In between each period students and teacher get a 5 minute break. Its a bathroom break basically, but its not unusual to see kids wrestling in the hallways, or running up and down them screaming and chasing each other. In fact that's expected. But after 5 minutes they have released their pent-up energy and are back in their seats ready to go again. Its an incredibly different system than in the US- but it seems to be working!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;This month we have been hitting the Halloween lesson! So I get to talk about Jack-o-lanterns, kids in costumes, and trick-or-treating! Then we do a fun activity! These 5th graders are making pumpkin or goblin lanterns from paper. Its a simple project, but the kids are engrossed and spend lots of time on details! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SPSGPm4u4XI/AAAAAAAAACQ/NbUPktGf2ws/s1600-h/DSC00690.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256974267742871922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SPSGPm4u4XI/AAAAAAAAACQ/NbUPktGf2ws/s320/DSC00690.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;The second graders make "halloween crowns" for their activity. They were thrilled to be able to color something, and then have it turned into a head piece!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SPSGQRB_1TI/AAAAAAAAACg/Y5-L0JeYrDs/s1600-h/DSC00727.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256974279056020786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SPSGQRB_1TI/AAAAAAAAACg/Y5-L0JeYrDs/s320/DSC00727.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Those are only a few of my many students. I love them, and they seem to like me too! I am really enjoying my job as an English teacher. The crazy part is that I don't to any grading. In fact- English is not graded at all, rather its considered an elective, or "fun class," like sewing or p.e. Interesting... because in jr. high and high school they will be graded, and they must start writing. In elementary we only do listening and speaking- no writing or sentence structure. If the 6th graders are speaking a sentence- I write it on the board and then say it- and they repeat after me until they have memorized what is sounds like. There isn't necessarily any comprehension! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;School Building&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Here are some photos of a basic Japanese elementary school, in this area at least. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;There are sinks like this upstairs and downstairs, and yes that is soap in that little net. After lunch all teachers and students use these to brush their teeth! They also come in handy throughout the school day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SPSKEbaMpNI/AAAAAAAAADA/R9q0TmX-iYE/s1600-h/DSC00715.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256978473729959122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SPSKEbaMpNI/AAAAAAAAADA/R9q0TmX-iYE/s320/DSC00715.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SPSKEg9sp0I/AAAAAAAAADI/8JdeVGpxMCA/s1600-h/DSC00717.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256978475221034818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SPSKEg9sp0I/AAAAAAAAADI/8JdeVGpxMCA/s320/DSC00717.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;This giant metal support beam was just installed this summer, along with several others throughout the school. The elementary schools in this area all received new beams like this for extra support in case of an earthquake. I'm so glad we are up to "code!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SPSKDv2DnYI/AAAAAAAAACo/8C4cgZyGzpg/s1600-h/DSC00702.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256978462035647874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SPSKDv2DnYI/AAAAAAAAACo/8C4cgZyGzpg/s320/DSC00702.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Everyone- students, teachers, and visitors, removes their outside shoes and dawns inside shoes upon entering the school. If you don't have indoor shoes- you get to borrow some slippers! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SPSKD_Mc8XI/AAAAAAAAACw/OEIjyIiAAn0/s1600-h/DSC00701.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256978466156114290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SPSKD_Mc8XI/AAAAAAAAACw/OEIjyIiAAn0/s320/DSC00701.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Every student has the exact same, slip-on, indoor tennis shoe, which is a great idea- no one is "richer or poorer." So they all put their shoes here, along with their umbrellas! Yes, Umbrellas are a must! It has rained at least once a week since I've been here! Crazy! Every school entrance looks like this- shoes and umbrellas galore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SPSKEBdWqKI/AAAAAAAAAC4/EvsWf9XrhCQ/s1600-h/DSC00713.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256978466763876514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SPSKEBdWqKI/AAAAAAAAAC4/EvsWf9XrhCQ/s320/DSC00713.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;That was a ton of info, but if you made it this far then you've completed the marathon blog!! YAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sionara!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653029267064668755-7820021247988311052?l=japenglishlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=5dac1137b9a2b033&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=fc27b3318f82126f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japenglishlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7820021247988311052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3653029267064668755&amp;postID=7820021247988311052' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653029267064668755/posts/default/7820021247988311052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653029267064668755/posts/default/7820021247988311052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japenglishlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/school-dayz.html' title='School Dayz'/><author><name>anniemcinnis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601127299623770032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SWckrt6cZ8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/oX5vv4ZS-gY/S220/finished+soba.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SPSGQBVGWEI/AAAAAAAAACY/v4mGn5gwXmg/s72-c/DSC00694.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653029267064668755.post-6883618998104828144</id><published>2008-10-13T17:37:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T18:00:27.441+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Tokyo- Haaiiiiii!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;Molly and I ventured to Tokyo this weekend! This was my first time, her second. We just wanted to experience it and do a little shopping! Tokyo is absolutely beyond description, size-wise. We saw only a drop, compared to the sea that Tokyo is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took the Chuo train line (local train) all the way there and back- about a 2.5-3 hour trip one way. When we got closer to Tokyo, we had to change trains and get onto the subway lines. We were packed like sardines standing in these trains! It was crazy! I have never seen so many people in my whole life. When we got off the train in Shinjuku (an area of Tokyo) my eyes were flooded with masses and masses of people. They were everywhere, and they just kept coming- there was no end!! We went to Shinjuku first, then rode to Shibuya to see the "Time Square" of Tokyo. Check out these pictures. Molly and I sat in Starbucks, on the second floor, and just watched the street corners fill up. Then the traffic would stop and people poured into the streets. It was like flood gates being opened, and waters gushing out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really didn't DO that much while in TOKYO, but we were there, and thats what counts. There's only so much a person CAN do in a city that humongous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to find some tennis shoes to wear to school, because teachers here dress very casual in elementary school. but guess what? Even in Tokyo, they didnt' carry my size! Of course we only visited a couple stores, but still! I've decided to buy shoes online! We did step into a real Gucci store and peek at the $2000 purses. Criminy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Molly and I had a blast. Molly has been such a blessing! Please pray for both of us as we are seeking to do God's work here in Japan. Sometimes we're not sure what God wants us to do, but we do know we have a purpose here, and we will live to love people, if nothing else! Thank you! Hugs!!&lt;br /&gt;Here is the link to the pictures from TOKYO. Sorry- the blogger wouldn't let me post pictures on this page! You may have to copy and paste it into your browser! Sorry for the extra trouble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2011927&amp;l=fc708&amp;id=164100495&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/3653029267064668755-6883618998104828144?l=japenglishlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japenglishlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6883618998104828144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3653029267064668755&amp;postID=6883618998104828144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653029267064668755/posts/default/6883618998104828144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653029267064668755/posts/default/6883618998104828144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japenglishlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/tokyo-haaiiiiii.html' title='Tokyo- Haaiiiiii!!!!!!'/><author><name>anniemcinnis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601127299623770032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SWckrt6cZ8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/oX5vv4ZS-gY/S220/finished+soba.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653029267064668755.post-6229797230056795088</id><published>2008-10-05T16:05:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T16:37:41.422+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Sushi and Samurai</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SOhr6toW7RI/AAAAAAAAABQ/wJmwHMeQMF8/s1600-h/DSC00664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253567621753138450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SOhr6toW7RI/AAAAAAAAABQ/wJmwHMeQMF8/s320/DSC00664.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;have the coolest neighbors! The lady who lives right next door to me is a school nurse, and my other neighbor is an English teacher from America. Today we had a pot luck sushi lunch at my apt.! Wow- real Japanese sushi is nothing like "American sushi." It is SO much better!!! The way the meal works is that you build your own sushi rolls. You'll see all this in the pictures, but there's a big plate of rice, and other small dishes of cucumbers, egg, raw fish, canned tuna, or whatever you like. Then you have your seaweed, called "nori," and your soy sauce and wasabi-mmm! So we sat and ate sushi after sushi after sushi, and drank our green tea, and then at some more. Japanese meals tend to be very relaxed and move at a slow pace. We enjoyed conversation while we ate, and we ate slowly, so we didn't get too full too quickly. Its a remarkable way to eat and enjoy dinner and friends- I think the US could take a few &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;lessons! Here are the pictures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SOhtN9qMX_I/AAAAAAAAABo/21jglFLIwbA/s1600-h/DSC00673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253569051984945138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SOhtN9qMX_I/AAAAAAAAABo/21jglFLIwbA/s320/DSC00673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Amanda and I also showed Hirose where we are from on my huge map! I am so thankful for my giant map, or "chizu." It comes in handy so often!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SOhsfEqIujI/AAAAAAAAABY/bRJi8kMfCc4/s1600-h/DSC00674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253568246409902642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SOhsfEqIujI/AAAAAAAAABY/bRJi8kMfCc4/s320/DSC00674.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;This was the first sushi party, or party of any kind that I've hosted. It will not be the last... OH- but then Amanda and I opened this mysterious box that has been in my apartment since I arrived. Wouldn't you know it- it was a sword!!! Not just any sword- I believe its a Samurai Sword!!! We will find a great use for this!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SOhs0fscYeI/AAAAAAAAABg/PP1m9lmeKO8/s1600-h/DSC00677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253568614444589538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SOhs0fscYeI/AAAAAAAAABg/PP1m9lmeKO8/s320/DSC00677.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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 style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653029267064668755-6229797230056795088?l=japenglishlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japenglishlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6229797230056795088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3653029267064668755&amp;postID=6229797230056795088' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653029267064668755/posts/default/6229797230056795088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653029267064668755/posts/default/6229797230056795088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japenglishlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/sushi-and-samurai.html' title='Sushi and Samurai'/><author><name>anniemcinnis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601127299623770032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SWckrt6cZ8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/oX5vv4ZS-gY/S220/finished+soba.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SOhr6toW7RI/AAAAAAAAABQ/wJmwHMeQMF8/s72-c/DSC00664.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3653029267064668755.post-6147036520398525274</id><published>2008-10-05T15:54:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T16:01:48.781+09:00</updated><title type='text'>It's about time...</title><content type='html'>KONNICHIWA!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I finally set up my blog so I can share amazing stories and pictures of my adventures in Japan!  I already have so many! I have lived here for 7 weeks this weekend.  That doesn't sound very long, but I already feel very at home here.  I have peace in my heart that this is where God wants me to be for the next two years.   God has already done some amazing things since I have moved here.  I found a church where I am connected, and people who I love and who love me.  What a blessing! &lt;br /&gt;I moved here to teach English, and that is going really well.  I teach at three different elementary schools in one week.  Mondays and Tuesdays I go to Goyashiki Elem., Wednesday-Thursday to Kusakabe Elem., and Fridays to Yawata Elem.  I adore my students, and all the teachers are so kind to me.  I will post more pictures of the schools and students later.&lt;br /&gt;Since I started this blog so late, I will be working backwards and forwards at the same time, and I'll start with today...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3653029267064668755-6147036520398525274?l=japenglishlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japenglishlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6147036520398525274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3653029267064668755&amp;postID=6147036520398525274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653029267064668755/posts/default/6147036520398525274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3653029267064668755/posts/default/6147036520398525274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japenglishlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-about-time.html' title='It&apos;s about time...'/><author><name>anniemcinnis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00601127299623770032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lw2Rdosua2U/SWckrt6cZ8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/oX5vv4ZS-gY/S220/finished+soba.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
