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Name: Kaz
Birthday: 12/12/1967
Gender: Female
Interests: God who is the reason I am alive and gives me something to continue on for. theologyweb my third family after real family and church family. singing in the worship team even though I don't sing that great I love worshipping :) ,arty stuff :)
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Member Since:
5/14/2004
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| David airys account was hacked go read his blog and make sure your accounts not been hacked too
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| ok Kenny wanted to know about boyfriends I have had so here we go all the boyfriends I remember having ...some may be missing tho LOL.
ok my first boyfriend I remember having was Cameron in grade 3. I remember having my birthday party and was waiting for him to come...he brought me a beautiful emerald ring and a t shirt and shorts set. he was the first guy to buy me a ring :D and you know I kept that ring for years I still had it in 1st year high along with the t shirt...I would still have the shirt if my mum hadn't thrown it out in year 9. I still remember the shirt it was yellow at the back and the sleeves but the front was a picture of lions at a water hole it was one of the first tshirts that they took a photo and placed it on fabric I think at least coloured pics. unfortuneately he left town a few months later and I cried :'(
you know I still sometimes wonder what happened to him or where they went :shrug:
oh ok I just came back cause I remembered (much to my shame) in grade 6 I went out with a kid that was in grade 4 :hehe: hey he was cute and sang reeeeeeaaaallly good :hehe: meh I think his name was warren or something like that that was like a week thing LOL
ok next BF I remember was then grade 7 and the first guy I kissed. he was a year older and the guy most girls wanted to be their boyfriend, he wasnt handsome but he had these really long eye lashes and freckles and was kinda cute I guess...anyway we went to some party and he was there and they were playing kiss chasey...I hid in one of the rooms inside so I didnt have to get kissed. problem was he found me and asked why I was hiding and then he kinda reassured me kissing wasnt so bad and he would show me how...so I kinda just did :shrug: and then he asked me if I wanted to be his GF...problem was a week later he was going away for 6 months... he asked me to wait for him.... stupid me did but he had forgotten all about me by the time he got back :( meh I was just one of many chicks he had so its not surprising looking back LOL
well after that there was this guy two years older who used to live near my mums and dads shop where I hung out after school for a bit sometimes. well all I remember about him was he kept wanting to kiss me and wanted me to go out the side or out the back of the shop where it was quiet to kiss me and sometimes try and touch my boobs :eek: needless to say he kinda freaked me and I dumped him LOL about 6 years later he died in a car accident he was speeding and lost control and hit a tree... I was a little sad when I heard but meh I didnt really KNOW him well :shrug:
ok after him there was kevin, kevin was in my class I didnt even really LIKE him LOL but meh my friend was going out with his friend and he liked me and I didnt have a BF so I said yes and went out with him maybe a month :shrug: cant remember much about him except he wasnt cute and he had the same initials as me so it was KC <3 KC LOL.
somewhere in here was this guy who was like 4 years older who had a crush on me and helped my dad out so he could see me and bought me gifts even tho I didnt want to go out with him LOL. I think he thought he was my BF but I had never agreed to it 
after that was another guy that my friend had gone out with and dumped...he was cute and really nice, meh I wish I hadn't been so freaked by guys cause he would have made a nice long term BF... I forget his name but we started going out at the school dance, he was a good kisser and he was cute and kind :) but he wanted me to do things like go to the speedway with him and meh at that time I was scared of stuff like that :lol: he was also in air cadets with me :) we ended up leaving town so I had to dump him :sigh:
I actually met him about a year or 2 later at a thing in bunbury about 2 hours drive from where I lived and it was like he just wanted to hgang out with me but he had a soccer game about to start...he remembered my name and everything (how cute :) )
ok after that I had paul who was a year younger than me and a freak LOL he was blonde haired blue eyed and thought he was just it :ahem: he was arrogant. his mum left his dad and he had a chip on his shoulder about women. well we went out about 2 weeks or something until I was riding my horse and stopped at his block which was next door to us and he was picking up sticks... he got on my horse with me and decided it might be a good time to start feeling my boobs so I made the horse pig root (buck) and he fell off ROFL and I dumped him LOL
next was Eric...Eric was another cutey :) he was 3 years younger than me :whistle: meh I had thought he was cute for a while and he had been really nice to me on the school bus and stuff.... when I got drunk at school he was the one who helped me out and stopped me getting in trouble on the school bus and stuff. when I got tonsilitis he was the one who got jumpers off people and made me warm and stuff on the bus on the way home. he bought me a cute little jewellery container thing with a butterfly on it...I kept it til a few years ago when it dropped and broke :sigh: it was really sweet and he kissed me when he gave it to me. meh I even invited him to my wedding... he was a sweety :)
then there was Kenny (not the kenny that asked me to write this either ROFL) he was the son of some rich farmer in this town where mums and dads friend lived. they had asked if I wanted to stay with them over school holidays when I was in year 10... so mum and dad dumped me there. oh wait the day I first got down there another guy the cousin or brother of the people I stayed with asked me out...that lasted about 2 days till he kissed me and slobbered all over me and totally grossed me out LOL. then kenny met me at the cafe and asked me out...hey he had a car and I was 16 anyway that lasted about two weeks he took me places and even went to his place when no one was home to watch videos... then he took me nightclubbing... thing was he was trying to get a 16 year old into a night club and I had ALWAYS looked younger than I was LOL everyone even now still thinks I am the baby of the family ROFL both my sisters look older. well he didnt have much success so he was pissed off at me and after we got back to town about 30 or 45 minute drive he kinda drove off.... the next day he was going out with someone else and hadnt even dumped me so I got one of the guy friends I had made there to stand out the front of the cafe with me and hug me and when kenny drove past to pash with me :hehe: it worked very effectively except then this friend wanted to go out with me LOL... meh I was going back hom in like the day after or something so said no besides I didnt really like him that much even tho he was good at kissing :whistle:
then there was Dave :shrug:
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| todays sermon was done by a friend of mine Brett he was my home group
leader for a year last year. anyway it was very interesting. we hear
the verse "I am the potter and you are the clay" quite a bit well I do
anyway and its like yep ok so your moulding me and shaping me yep ok
lets move on.
today Brett taught us its not just about moulding... the potter has to
choose the right clay for the job to start with. that's important if
its going to be a small pot he needs a particular grade if its going to
be a huge pot he needs a particular grade of clay. so he chooses the
clay carefully for the task at hand.
after he has chosen the clay he takes it and kneads it he is not gentle
he throws it down flips it punches into it. he then takes a wire and
cuts it down the middle and slams one half into the other half qall the
while looking for impurities in it like sticks or stones bits of hair
or whatever. he does this for maybe 10 or 15 minutes. anyone looking at
this process would think wow that guy has a temper look he is slamming
that clay into the other bit 
after this he takes the clay and puts it on the wheel...he takes a lot
of care to make sure the piece of clay is dead centre...if its out it
makes the clay harder to work with and thus the pot may be lopsided. as
he shapes the pot he applies pressure with his hands and fingers the
pot takes shape gradually...many times to an onlooker it appears as if
the pot is finished or that maybe he made a mistake and will have to
start over.... but the potter keeps working refining his work. The
onlooker has no idea what the potter has intended the clay to be as
they gaze at the process...they can make comments or think things are
finished or whatever...but the potter knew before he started what the
clay was going to be ...he chose the clay he knew what he was making
and had a idea of what it would become.
we are like this, God chooses us he knew us while we were in the womb,
he had a plan for us. he has to allow the kneading and slamming to
allow impurities (sin) to come to the surface so that he can gently
pick those things out. he moulds us and shapes us as we grow in the
Christian faith.
sometimes we move off centre and things dont go quite as he planned for
us but he takes us and positions us back gently and starts again.
people look at us and think they are a mistake, they couldnt do that,
why are they trying to do that, they will never be any good. or if we
have been a Christian fior a long time and are old they may look and
think wow they are perfect look how great they are they must have
everything under control etc. yet the potter goes on oblivious to the
peoples comments and thoughts, he continues to shape and mould. yet the
pot (us)sits there thinking oh maybe they are right maybe I am a
mistake I stuffed this up, how can I be any good for anything, I will
never be like that pot over there. etc.
all the while God never intended us to be like that pot over there or
any other pot he chose us for a special purpose he chose each of us for
a special purpose. we are unique, one of a kind each with our own
design and purpose never will two of us be exactly alike. non of us
were designed to be like the other pot. one pot may have been designed
to be a water carrying jug, another a bowl for the kings soup, yet
another a foot bath. each being shaped and formed for the special
purpose we have to do. it would be silly for a kings bowl to say oh
look at the water jug he is so much more important than me carrying
water everyday to keep people alive while all I do is sit in front of
the king and let him feed from what I supply.
or what about the pitcher deciding it wants to be a soup bowl? how
could either do the others job...can you see trying to carry a lot of
water everyday with a soup bowl? or try eating a nice thick soup from a
pitcher.
yes you could carry some water with the bowl but is it effective? yes
you could drink soup from a pitcher but it would be awkward. we too
have a job something we were designed for and are being moulded for...
yes we may be able to preach but if that is not what God called and
designed us for will that preaching be effective? what we need to try
and do is get into the centre of Gods will and do what he has gifted
and designed us and is moulding us to do whatever that is... it could
be just making morning tea at church, putting the bins out each week,
it may be teaching a sunday school class or maybe just running a bible
study...each job is somehow important in the scheme of things if God
has asked you to do it... dont think meh someone else could put the
bins out...yes I am sure someone could but if its not what God has
called them to do it may be distracting them from what God made them to
do.
its like the bowl carrying water...yes it can do it but then what will
the king eat out of? sometimes the things we do we see as unimportant
and yet if someone else had to do it and what God was calling them to
it will place unnecessary burdens ontop of them dragging them down
making them tired. if the kings bowl is getting water all day when it
comes time to be the kings bowl it will be dirty and dented and maybe
scratched and can not do the job it was intended for...the king will be
displeased that the bowl has been brought before him in a disheveled
state.
we all need to start asking God what he wants us to be doing... it may
just be to hug someone or to be a friend to someone... I know one of my
friends particularly ( there have been others too but they havnt put up
with as much) has been a wonderful blessing to me during my time of
depression, they have been there for me have put up with me asking do
you care, whats the point of me being here etc... they have continued
caring even when I have been a female dog or become weird and
whatever... they havnt stopped caring and you know I am sure that was
Gods plan because without them being so patient and caring and trying
to help me I may not be here to do what God wants me to do... never
underestimate just being there for someone...maybe thats all you are
called to do ever... maybe your job is to help others up out of the
mire so they can keep going and do what God wants them to do... if that
person remains bogged down maybe something larger and greater wont
happen later.
so yeah just be you, enjoy being you, no matter how crazy you are, no
matter how little it seems you are doing just keep doing it and trust
its where God would have you.
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ok some of you may or may not know that I have at least 2 half sisters and two half brothers.
the two half sisters I have known of since I was little, one even cane
to visit twice. one half brother I knew of since maybe when I was 28 or
30 but dad claimed he was not his son but would not do tests to prove
or disprove this and another half brother I found out I had after mum
passed away when I was asking about his other son. I asked for more
info and he asked on which son. I found out that when dad left the
women a few years later she married and dad signed the papers to have
my brothers name changed to her husbands name.
well just after I found out I had this brother like 1 or 2 days later
his uncle contacted me asking about my dad...he had seen my family tree
online and written. I learned a little more about my brother but he was
not at liberty to share anything much because his sister didnt want any
contact etc.
well after my dad died I received a email from someone unknown...I had
a sense it was this brother even tho his name was different from what
his uncle had told me. I wrote back and have waited days to find out.
this morning I had the best news ever... It is my brother.
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after mum died he would ring maybe once a month but I hardly rang him
then it got to like not hearing from him in 6 months or so...we just
didnt have much to talk about. 
he got hundreds of dollars worth of stuff. 
