<?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-29248338</id><updated>2011-12-15T13:28:53.604+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Dallin's Blog!</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to Dallin's Blog! Don't expect to find anything interesting here! But do expect me to ramble on about nothing, in long, incohesive sentences, with little structure and no fore-thought to their ultimate meaning, on random topics that don't interest anyone but me, and maybe those who think like me, which probably isn't too many of you (I think weird....), every now and then.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhowes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29248338/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhowes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dallin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509326830775950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29248338.post-9031101771000990370</id><published>2007-04-22T16:38:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2007-04-22T16:41:56.731+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Link</title><content type='html'>So, we had a Heroes themed YSA dance last Friday, April 20th. I decided to go as Link, the Hero of Time (from the &lt;a href="http://www.zelda.com"&gt;Legend of Zelda&lt;/a&gt;). Go to my Picassa Web Album at the top of the page to see a few photos. I hoep to get some more from other people soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dallin (Link)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;ANd that's a Blog ENRYETT!!!

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So, here it is. Hopefully it is good, and answers all your questions. But, I can't go into too much detail on some things - never know who might be reading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we left Friday morning, September 22. We met at Steph's just after 6:30 sometime, packed the van and were off. I (and I think everyone) was amazed that we had all packed so light that our bags didn't go above the top of the rear seats. If it weren't for all the tall people sitting in the middle, the driver would have had a clear view out the back window. That driver being Steph almost all of the time, and Natalie the rest of the time. I think the rest of s would have gladly driven, butit was their car, they were running the show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We weren't in any rush to get there - we had no definite plans for Friday night (well, not as far as I knew, at least) so we didn't speed at all, and took our time when we stopped, and we stopped regularly. Bordertown for breakfast, somewhere else for petrol, and Ballarat for lunch. The have the coolest McDonald's in Ballarat. Well, almost the coolest. I enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a bit of trouble finding our way to the appartments we were staying at. The McCappin girls had made Most of the arrangments for everything, so I didn't even know what they were called, and being completely unfamiliar with Melbourne, I had no idea where anything was anyway. Rachel realised where were were though, and I found us on the map just after that, and it was clear sailing from then on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for parking. We had booked secure parking with the accomodation, but there were only 3 convenient secure parks, and 2 or three completely inconvenient ones. That was for our building, which had probably 12 appartments, maybe 16. It's a good thing the McCappins have my least favourite driveway in the world, so they are used to backing up and driving in tight spaces. Steph and Nat did a great job with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I've written all that, and we only just got to Melbourne....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Hard Rock cafe Friday night with Kelly, Alex (her fiancee), his brother and his best friend. That was pretty cool, but it started the trend of spending too much on food for the entire trip. But, I guess that's what happens when you eat out in Melbourne. After that we went to the crown complex, which was a pretty impressive building. Some people ate desert. The rest of us just wandered around looking at stuff for ages. We got home late, and stayed up late. Another trend for the whole trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We slept in Saturday morning. Another trend for the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls wanted to go shopping, so we walked to Chapel street and all had lunch together there, and then did some grocery shopping for things we (or some of us) would (or might possibly) need for the coming 4 days. Then the girls continued with their shopping, and the guys went back to the appartment and watched the football. Well, I slept through half of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night was the engagement party, which was the real reason we had gone over. It was cool to see Kelly and Alex and a bunch of their Melbourne friends. Well, kinda - I didn't care too much for Melbourne people at this point. The 'famous' guys were there, but I was too lazy to introduce myself. I don't think I really did it all trip. How lame am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party finished at 10:00. Most people left about then. The YSA (that being us) hung around and helped clean up, and then hung around some more, until midnightish. We were apparantly really close to a Krisy Kremes shop thing there, and it was suggested that we go get some. But, I said we were going home. I don't know what anyone else was thinking, but no one argued, so we did. Unfortunately, we stayed up late chatting again, so it didn't really win me any extra sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were fortunate to get to church on time. Many of us didn't realise how far away it was. We went to Wantira ward, by the temple. We walked in at 1:15ish, during the Sacrament hymn. The first speaker was a High Councillor, and talked about Sacrament meeting, and how was should pay attention, and be on time and stuff. Oops, us evil Adelaideans....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The YSA class teacher was away, and their rep was too lazy to teach us, so we sat and talked all through Sunday School. I had a few thoughts prepared, and would have taught something, but we never even had an opening prayer, and I wasn't really in much of a position to take control. Fortunately we did have an EQ lesson, but only just - it was spontaneously prepared sometime after the start of church, coz the teacher had to go home or something. But it was good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After church the guys walked and the girls drove across the road to Stewart (and Taryn) Brown's place. The girls made dinner, which was nice, and then we walked back to the chapel for a fireside, which was really good. Had a good chat with some people there too - I'm looking forward to catching up again with a bunch of Melbournians at convention. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed back to the Brown's, and stayed way too late again. That's actually not what I minded so much this time - it was just kinda frustrating coz it was decided about 3 times that were were leaving before we actually did. But, I get to read 'Why Kids Lie' which was at least somewhat interesting. I had no idea the trip was goign to be so educational!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday had the potential to be the biggest disaster, but it turned out pretty good. The Malbourne guys were going to the Show, so we almost ended up doing that, but we were delayed going to lunch, and they didn't want to pay for the SHow for just a little while (they were donating blood later), so we all ended up going bowling instead. It was a really cool place, a Strike Bowling Bar - a very modern, relaxed bowling and hang out venue. The lanes seemed really short...But it was good, I bowled ok, got 130ish both games. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday night we went to the Brown's again, and the guys cooked this time. Sam and Matt directed, and Most everyone else was doing what they were told. Except me, I was off making brownies on my own. But it was a successful night I think. We stayed late again, but it was ok, coz we all enjoyed it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday morning we had to take Rachel to her Aunt's, coz she was staying for another week. I did a wonderful job navigating there (as well as to several of our other targets), but missed a couple of turn offs we should have taken when going back to the freeway. But it all worked out, and by 1:00 or so we were finally on the road home again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we got home ages ago now, so probably no one cares about this any more, but I'm going to post it coz I said I would. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dallin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;ANd that's a Blog ENRYETT!!!

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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29248338-115657625346619100?l=dhowes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dhowes.blogspot.com/feeds/115657625346619100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29248338&amp;postID=115657625346619100' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29248338/posts/default/115657625346619100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29248338/posts/default/115657625346619100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dhowes.blogspot.com/2006/08/dpget.html' title='DPGet'/><author><name>Dallin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05509326830775950690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29248338.post-115582485277840556</id><published>2006-08-17T23:39:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-11-13T10:52:02.939+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Jonno!</title><content type='html'>Jonno gets 122 points, because he is going on a mission! Yay for Jonno! There isn't anything more worthwhile he could be doing with the next two years, and no better place he could be doing it than within the Perth mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't known Jonno all that long, less than a year. Ok, maybe that is a long time. But anyway, I digress...Jonno is going to be a great missionary. His testimony is good and strong, and he has a great desire to share it with everyone! But, he is also willing to learn. And learn he will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO JONNO! We'll see you in two years! (And we'll try to let you know if anything important happens while you are away.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, responsibility is back in fashion! Oh wait, it always was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I thought I would hand out some more points today. We have a question, with absolutely no context. That means, there is NO RIGHT ANSWER. We don't want another fiasco like we had with &amp;lt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ahem&lt;/span&gt;&amp;gt;280&amp;lt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ahem&lt;/span&gt;&amp;gt;. Creative answers will be awarded points. Answers involving Google or Google products will be rewarded more richly. As will longer, more creative answers. Or, something like that. Points awarded will actually be very subjective. No correspondence will be entered into. I do not have a valid licence to run such a competition in South Australia. Oops...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the question - I nearly forgot! &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What do I want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is never enough time to do all the nothing we want to do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;ANd that's a Blog ENRYETT!!!

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It all seems like so long ago now. Probably because it was! It's a week today sicne the last activity! But Oh well. It will be even longer ago by the time i finish this, and people eventually read it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the trip over. We were meeting at the Rice's at 2:00 I think. Dane finished Uni early and came to my place about 11:30 I think, and we got some stuff organised while I finished packing. Dane made up a table to keep track of our expenses, which was realy useful, and allowed us to keep our expenses under $150 each for the whole weekend. It ended up being a bit late by the time we all got to Sarah's but that's ok. We still left by about 3:30 or so as I recall. It was her car, so Sarah took the first shift driving. We almost died at the bottom of Moules Road, when Sarah tried to do a U-turn on St.Bernard's. But we survived, and somehow she got us safely to Renmark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter took over driving after that, and we pulled into the Caravan park in Hay at about 11:30. It was pretty dark. But Peter did a good job on the night driving. Our cabin at the caravan park was pretty small. But it had two "sleeping areas" and so it was good enough for us. Peter took a video of it, which you should hopefully be able to enjoy below, so you can all enjoy our accomodation with us! I somehow scored the very top bunk! I think the audio is a bit out of sync, not too sure why. Dodgy YouTube....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8Abg2pWHu0E"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8Abg2pWHu0E" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took off as early as we could in the morning, I think it was about 8:00. The reception didn't open before that, and we had to pay. Peter Dane and I hadto pay extra for bedding too, since we hadn't brought sleeping bags to save room in the boot of the car. But it was a pretty cheap night's sleep: $16 for the girls, and an extra $7.50 for us, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dane took the first shift driving, and got us to Gundaggai. Yes, we busted out "On the road to Gundaggai" a couple of times. It's too bad I don't know how to spell it! We had lunch there, and then Steph took over. We all fell asleep, and she got us safely to Sydney. Unfortunately the exit I wanted to take off of the M2 didn't exist, and then we missed the next exit, but it was still pretty easy to find where we were staying - with Justin and Ryan Osmotherly (ok, I have no idea how to spell that!) in Epping. The girls were staying with a bunch of YSA girls just down the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night there was due to be a Bonfire, but it was raining, so we all went to the Krok's mansion. It was a good night of Pool playing, TV watching, Pizza eating and meeting new people. It was cool, and their house was big! Interestign side note: their son (I think Matt) was the kid on "Hey, Dad!" and the Sorbent ads all those years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left pretty late, coz we were relying on Justin to show us the way home and he's the Stake YSA rep, so he was staying to the end. Conveniently, his Girlfriend is the female rep. And they make a cute couple....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning we were up bright and early to go the the temple. That was nice, we hadn't been to the Sydney temple in years! After we were there we had pancakes for breakfast just down the carpark by the church office buildings. They had this weird Sydney combination of stuff to put on them: Whipped cream and Golden Syrup. But it actually tasted really good! We then played this weird game called "War". I won't try and explain it. It was ok, but once was enough. So I wasn't excited when we played it again on Monday night at the Family Home Evening at the Owen's. Especially since it doesn't scale well to huge groups. It was ok with 20 at the temple, but 50 at FHE was too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satruday afternoon nothing was planned, so I went to Callie and Blair's place with Luke and Jerusha. Blair's parents and his brother Nick and his wife Sarah were there too. And I got to meet my niece Lady for the first time! We hung out, had lunch and then Callie and Blair took me shopping. It's like it's their favourite thing to do or something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night was the cruise/dance. That was a lot of fun. The boat wasn't really big, but it was just the right size for the number of people that came. I'm not going to try and guess how many that was though! Our Adelaide group spent a lot of the night hanging out with Phil Benallack (an old Adelaidean himself, who I never knew before) Isy Murphy (Blair's younger sister) and Carolin from Germany. They're all really cool and it was a fun night. It was cold and raining outside (and we even spend a good amount of time otuside on the roof) but it was really, really warm inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we had a good rest in the morning, and then went to Dural ward - Phil and Isy's ward. Callie and Blair were also visiting, coz it was ward conference. it was really good. A few people somehow recognised me as Luke's brother. I dunno....But it was a good ward to visit, I enjoyed it. We even saw Brett Wilmott, who just moved out of our ward less than a month ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After church, we rushed off down to Mortdale chapel for the Fireside with Elder Scott. It took about an hour to get there, and it was starting at 5:30. Church finished at 4:00. We were in a bit of a convoy, with Tace Krok leading the way. Phil and Isy were in another car, and then this other random car cut infront of us too. We ended up being 4th in the convoy, and got stuck at some traffic lights. Fortunately Phil had my mobile number. Isy got my number off Phil and called me (which is how I got her number - my only number for the weekend ;)) and together with my really really old street directory, we got there in time. There were a lot of YSA there. And Elder Scott gave a really good talk about getting married and making good decisions and stuff. It was so good it actually got me excited to actually do stuff, and I even went on a bit of a date a couple of days after gettign back! Yay me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Sam Pickford there too which was really cool. I hadn't seen him since he got home, coz he was in Adelaide for like one day, and then ran off to Bathurst. He's a good kid, I really like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the fireside was over by 7:00, we stayed around at the chapel for a while, packed up all the chairs (there were a lot. The chapel was just like Modbury, and the whole hall and stage were packed. And the chairs were heavier (and more comfortable) than the ones we have here), and met a few people. Sarah and Peter were in fine form getting numbers and email addresses or something....But anyway, we still got home by like 9:30 or so I think. The night was young, and so we ate, and ate, and were all crazy all night. It was cool. The girls left sometime just after midnight I think, and then we guys stayed up and chatted for another while. I don't even remember what it was really about. Well, it was about girls. But I don't remember much of what was said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We slept in again on Monday, and called Phil to see what they were up to. We went to Phil's and had waffles for breakfast/lunch. They were good. Nice work Phil and Isy! Carolin was there too, and Isy's bf, Craig. I think....Phil and Dane wanted to go to the beach. It was a pretty nice day. So we did. No one knew how to get to Bondi (don't look at me...I'm from Adelaide!) so we went to Dee Why, which was a really nice beach. Dan and Phil went swimming (with their shirts off!!!), I went with them for a run (they put their shirts on) Andwe all had a good time. We even took some random photos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night was the FHE at the Owen's place. He's a councillor in the Stake Pres'cy, and was at almost all the activities. Callie lived with them for a few months before she got married. They're a really nice couple! it was a good night. Sarah got propsed to by this really tall guy called Peter. More on that later. Heim taught a good lesson about....service, as I recall. It was a fun night. AND, we found out that the random car that cut in front of us on Sunday night was a bunch of polynesion girls going to the firside, and they were HOPING that we would be left behind at traffic lights. Grrr...They were really funny though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left kinda late (But it's ok, we ha tosay good bye to everyone!) and that's when I got to drive for the first time all trip! We had to go past Callie's place on the way home ot pick up some DVDs for mum. The we dropped in at the temple to get a coupld or photos (They were ok) and then went home to sleep. We were getting up early Tuesday morning to get everythign finished up and aacked up and were hoping to be on the road by 7:00. Before that, Dane and I had the job of getting some chocolates for our hosts, and picking the girls up from their place. We did everything pretty well i nthe morning, and were on the road by 7:30. It was a fair effort. And I got first shift of driving. It was cool. Everyone wanted to drive, and we were always making jokes "hey I need to go to the bathroom. And since we're stopping, we might as well change driver" or "ok, your half hour is up!". Or something. I drove to Gundaggai (Which I still don't know how to spell) where we had a bit of a pre-lunch snack. Then Steph drove. And....everyone fell asleep again! She drove all the way to Balranald, (Bah! I can't spell that either!) where we ate some real food. Late lunch or early dinner or something. Dane got us back to Renmark, and feeling safe back in SA again, Peter took us home. The night driver again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pulled in to the Rice's a bit after 11:00, maybe close to 11:30. Peter stayed at mine, Steph stayed at Sarah's. Dane went home. it was good. Peter slept in really late!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the trip: So Sick, by Ne-Yo&lt;br /&gt;Saying of the trip: There's a bit of truth in every joke.&lt;br /&gt;Story of the trip: Sarah and the giant Peter! He is actually here in Adelaide now. For Sarah. And he drove all night to get here. I don't want to say too much about what I think of it in this public forum though. But yeah. He's here. So, I think there was some truth behind that propsal joke. From one side at least. but Sarah will be on her mission soon. and I think I'll miss her. Maybe even enough to write to her once or twice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that was Sydney. I'll get around to posting photos and maybe a video or two sometime! But that's all for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dallin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;ANd that's a Blog ENRYETT!!!

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