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Name: Garrett
Country: Canada
Metro: Abbotsford
Birthday: 8/29/1983
Gender: Male


Interests: Anything to do with Religion or Relationship, Bible, people, study, road trips, holidays, music, singing, drama, fashion, and sports when I get around to them (Hockey, golf, tennis, and volley ball).
Expertise: Cutting of the Hair and the Bible (kinda).
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Member Since: 1/27/2006

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Tuesday, January 16, 2007

Trying to Simplify

Well, I feel like I've got a little much on my plate right now and so I've decided to stop checking this blog and stop making any comments for the rest of the school year. right now it just feels like another thing to bog me down and make me feel like I'm failing at life, so I'm taking a break and I'm not going to think abouot it until May or so. If you want to chat, email me and I'll see if I get to it sometime. know that I love you even if I don't talk to you all the time. peace out my friends...

    Oh, I thought that a few of my friends would really dig this picture. he's so... moist, don't you think???

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Wednesday, January 03, 2007

No promises

      Maybe I should steer clear of the words "I promise" or "I'll do my best" because I often do not do my best and I quickly forget my promises. I'm lazy. I'm human. I can't be trusted. I've thrown out the whole "I'll do my best" line a lot in the last couple of years. It only makes me feel like trash. I'm going to stop that now. rarely do I catch myself doing my best. I don't know the meaning of it. but I guess I can't just give up on my best can I. that would be week and pathetic now wouldn't it. wait... what time is it? of course- 11:00pm. I can't trust my reasoning or decisions past 11:00. tried and true, I always make ridiculous conclusions and say and do stupid things past this time. I take back everything I just said.

    Christmas and new years was amazing! here's a few shots I took of my Fraser Lake fun, family, and friends...

... From my pastor's window. my buddy Graeme is on the sled.

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A little game my friends Curtis (on the couch) and Cody (holding the weight) invented. that's a two pound weight and Curtis just got a trivia question wrong so this was his punishment.

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Perfect connection. You should have seen it bounce off.

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his brothers intense pain produced this joy. Curtis got him back shortly after. I opted out of this game.

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Ice fishing. I gave up in about 15 minutes and moved on to the ski-doo

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we drove that thing all day pretty much. so fun!

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       Graeme,                      Laura,      Rachelle (sister-in-law),  Curtis

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 We all got paintball guns for Christmas. we had soooo much fun and experienced much pain due to those things. we had a bit of protection with all that gear on but the painballs were quite cold so they didn't break quite as easily as they should.

            Steve               Scott        Dan          Me

bros with guns

           Dan           Steve               Scott            Me

paint ball full

        Greame and his car after every thing was said and done

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   Good times, good times.


Saturday, October 14, 2006

Best Buds

     Wow, this site has changed since I last visited. The new entry room thing is pretty cool eh? Uh, this is my life right now. I have a simple first year book report due 2 days ago, and I'm still not done, I have been tired all week because of a lack of sleep on the weekend due to my little brother Daniel and one of my best friends in the world Curtis Parren (we talked and talked and talked). Okay, lets pause here. (I don't have time for this... it's midnight and my neck hurts, but...) My buddies: Curtis and His little brother Cody.

              Daniel   Me  Curtis      Cody  Steve (older bro)

Christmas hats

   When I was a child, despite what you all may think, I was a big looser. BIG. I like to say that I was socially retarded but my mom gets mad at me when I talk about my past self like that. She has a special place in her heart for that child I guess. But there was a day when all of this changed. A new pastor rolled into town and forced his children (the coolest kids in school {and I'm not being bias... I don't think}) to be my friend, aaand my little brother's friend as well. It was a small town so they had no choice but to settle for us because we were the only other Christians in public school in their age group.

           (Steve-the-weave in the Back, Dan-the-man and Garrett-the-carrot in the Front)

geeky bros

             (below) Stevie-the-weave and Scott-the-pot (the older 2) had their looser days too (especially Stevie-weavie)

Scott and steve- too cool

    Dan and I were chubby little social outcasts. I loved those days (no I didn't). Daniel and I were thrilled to have new friends and I'm not quite sure what happened, but we ended up actually getting along and they started to truly like us. In no time, we were doing everything together. We spent every weekend we could together, and summers were a blur of camping and sleeping over at each other's houses. We all had two homes: our country home (theirs) and our in-town home (ours). They got us into dirt biking and we got them into... uh... actually, Daniel and I didn't contribute much to this relationship in the area of introducing them to new things. We followed them in everything they did. Camping, shooting, making funny improv and wrestling videos, Ice and road hockey (we all played hockey previously), video games, polar swimming, running around the block in our under where, etc. They brought us out of our bubble, helped us to stop caring so much about what others thought and eventually we grew in confidence and self-awareness.

I remember the first time we all openly swore around each other. we were all on our golf coarse (Molly Hills - we went there sooo much in the summer) on the... 7th tee off block. We all laughed hysterically as I muttered the 'F' bomb for the first time in their presence. We all took turns saying it and then laughing our heads off. That actually was the start of some of our dirty language I'm sad to say, but it was so flippen funny. Awe, I stinkin love those times.

  I thank God that I had those guys and still have them because my life would have been pretty stinkin lonely and depressing without them, and I probably wouldn't have escaped (I hope I've some-what escaped it) my socially retarded days.

  There you have it, part of the reason why I'm me. My friends.

Well that was nice. Nothing like a good ol' reminisce.

I'll try to be more regular in the whole Blogging thing. Sorry for slacking off.


Sunday, August 27, 2006

The Ladysmith Days

   Well, I haven't written anything in quite some time, so I will blitz you with the last month and a half or so of good times. My life has been full of growth, responsibility, love and beautiful friends. call me sappy but that's just what happens when things come to an end.

let me fill you in... (you don't have to read it all because it's quite long. sorry)

I was the Chaplain for the winning team "IRISH"..."IRISH" at Nannose Bay Camp, and counseled a cabin of 3 students. yes... 3. I had my work cut out.

Then I took on our cook (Randy Richardson) and clearly won. And who's that in the background? Bryn manages to slip into everything. Look at that face of defeat. he was still in denial of the Irish massacre taking place.

   I did a trip with my youth to Salt Spring Island to preach and the youth did the music for the service. this is a picture of the view point we hit up after.

                      Dallas,     Will,   Andrew

The missions trip to Salt Spring. (Andrew, Naomi, Carolyn, James, (in the car-George), then me, Dallas, Will, and Thomas)

Ran out of gas on the way home so I made them push my car while I captured this moment.

Then I got smoked by a VBS program. I had a blast none the less!

these are some of the people that kept my head above water during VBS.

                        Georgie     Carolyn

                               little kid         Stacie

                Amanda              Nay          Kaela

My mini me ... Buzz cut, chubby, felt like an outcast at times, poor social abilities, often quite clueless and in his own little world situated far far away. I just wanted to give him a hug and tell him that life will be okay. This is just a crappy, hard stage buddy. And it likely won't end until grade 9 or 10... yah, that was me.

Then... Gavin and Becky got hitched. But first, the stag.

We are all now accomplished surfers. as you can see behind us, the waves were quite challenging to say the least.

        Cornel, Bryn, Gavin, Me, Dave,  Kelsey

Reuben fantasized about being cool and not crippled like the rest of us.

Luke had no injuries but still decided sit on the beach so that Reuben wouldn't feel alone, and maybe because he didn't want to damage his reputation by looking bad as a beginner in the sport. I think it was a mixture of the two. I was glad he could keep Reuben company though or else I would have been forced to feel bad for him. (check out a sweet video on Bryn's site of us skimboarding.)

Reception...

  Bryn,    Cornel, Reuben, Me, Luke, Dave, Joel

The new happy couple. Still falling deeper in love in California... I hope.

                             Gavin + Rebecca... Brisco

and finally, my internship. Trevor has been amazing! This whole experience has been priceless. I've learned so much about the ministry, myself, what I want to do in my future plans, speaking, administration, etc. Trevor has been incredible at making me feel valued and appreciated. He definitely gave a push for more of a heart and drive for the ministry to the youth. Incredible guy. It was cool to see how much responsibility he demanded of me this summer because I am one to step up to the whatever challenge is put before me and often if the challenge is tiny, then I tend to give just enough to meet that bar. So the push Trevor gave me and the events he got me to organize were a huge help to me just so that I could figure out what I am actually capable of when I give God the wheel and work my butt off. I really need to push further than the given goal in the future though. I hate being someone who just does enough. I did my tasks well, but there's so much more that could have been accomplished. oh well... next time. Raise the bar!!!

Well, that's all the pictures I can put up for now which is disappointing. There's other friends like Trisha (interview) and Ginny and some of the youth that I wanted up but space is limited. I love Ladysmith and the passion in the church here. It will be missed!

Much Love              


Friday, July 14, 2006

Camp

well, I wrote a whole bunch about camp and my role as security but it got erased and it took everything in me not to finger my computer or punch the screen. I'm still bubbleing with anger issues at the moment so I'm not going to try and write it all again.

    I spent the last week at Nanoose bay camp as a security gaurd for the pre-teens and my next week their will be spent as a counselour. I love doing this type of stuff because I still remember some of the things my counselor's told me when I was a teen. camp and the people at camp had a huge influence on my life so I love to be able to give back what I got from it.

  here's some pictures of my last week...

                                      (ME)                                      (Doug Slack)

flippen xanga won't let me put any more pictures up. I need a break from the comp. peace...



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