I FIXED THE TOILET!!!!!
I FIXED THE TOILET!!!!!
Ok, I figure that since I just fixed the toilet, cooked a glorious supper of ham and perogies, went grocery shopping, cleaned my room and looked kinda cute while doing all of them (scratch the cute part, I'm tired and you can tell) I think I qualify as a "Well-Rounded-Individual".
The simplest things in life make me sooo sooo sooo happy!
THE TOILET ONCE AGAIN SUCCESSFULLY FLUSHES! YAY!
Sunday, January 28, 2007
Plunger $13...Drain-o $8.99...Being Smarter Than The Toilet $$$PRICELESS!!!
Ok, so the toilet in the main bathroom is possibly the most retarded appliance ever. I'm pretty sure that it isn't clogged with feces. No one has been home this weekend. Anyway, it refuses to flush...so I'm left to be 'handy-woman' and solve this rather tricky and slightly disgusting problem. I'm off to purchase a plunger and some drain-o or liquid plumber or something of that sort. This better work. Ick. Why me?
Saturday, January 27, 2007
It's Saturday.
I got out of bed this morning after Lee called and asked if I'd have time to get together for lunch. He's in Edmonton this weekend for "BreakForth 2007". So I rolled out from under the cozy cozy covers and had the world's speediest shower and was out the door in time to catch the LRT (train) for noon! This is really quite the accomplishment, since according to everyone that I know, I am the slowest "getter-ready-er" ever!! LOL!
And right now I'm feeling slightly chilled from gallavanting around downtown, so I'm going to go and turn on the kettle for tea, I'll be back in a moment.
I'm back. The kettle is on and I'm wearing a sweater...and covered in a very snuggly blanket. Sigh. All is right with the world.
I feel like I need a nap before work...I don't want to go to work. I REALLY don't want to go to work. But it's money, and I need money, so I will go to work, and I will be fine. I'll drink lots of steamy black tea and the caffeine will give me a boost and then I'll be fine.
So yes...I got to see Lee! It was so good to see him and have a Tough Guy hug again! I miss Lee. He had a baseball with him. Just like always. It made me smile. We wandered a bit, discussed some things while waiting in line for sandwiches at Quiznos and laughed and such. It was good. I'm glad I rolled out of bed!
Tonight I'm hanging out with Dylan. We're going to watch "The Guardian" which I bought yesterday. It's my new favorite movie. Surprisingly enough I like both Kevin Costner and Ashton Kutcher in this movie, and neither of them are my favorite actors.
Oh! Funny story! So the other day...Thursday, Sara and I were in Safeway and we're picking up a couple things for supper. We're walking and she sees this guy, his name is Andrew, that she has class with. He's really tall. That's how she noticed him. So we walk up to him and then start chatting. She introduces me and I stick out my hand to shake his. Well, we shook hands and I have always prided myself on my ability to firmly shake a persons hand. Apparently I was a little over zealous in my shaking, and Andrew pointed it out. Not to be mean or awkward, but it was funny and I was a little taken back by him bluntness. I giggled, turned bright red, and resolved to never shake a persons hand ever again. Sara and I laughed all the way home about that little scene. I told Triona this story last night, and she laughed at me too. It was funny all over again.
Triona's friend Josh is up here for the weekend. He knows Karen Anderson! What a small world! Josh and I started talking and when Providence was mentioned we both kind of perked up and that's when we discovered that we both know Karen! It was cool.
Anyway...I think I might try the nap thing before work...and the kettle should be boiling soon...so this is all I have for now...
I got out of bed this morning after Lee called and asked if I'd have time to get together for lunch. He's in Edmonton this weekend for "BreakForth 2007". So I rolled out from under the cozy cozy covers and had the world's speediest shower and was out the door in time to catch the LRT (train) for noon! This is really quite the accomplishment, since according to everyone that I know, I am the slowest "getter-ready-er" ever!! LOL!
And right now I'm feeling slightly chilled from gallavanting around downtown, so I'm going to go and turn on the kettle for tea, I'll be back in a moment.
I'm back. The kettle is on and I'm wearing a sweater...and covered in a very snuggly blanket. Sigh. All is right with the world.
I feel like I need a nap before work...I don't want to go to work. I REALLY don't want to go to work. But it's money, and I need money, so I will go to work, and I will be fine. I'll drink lots of steamy black tea and the caffeine will give me a boost and then I'll be fine.
So yes...I got to see Lee! It was so good to see him and have a Tough Guy hug again! I miss Lee. He had a baseball with him. Just like always. It made me smile. We wandered a bit, discussed some things while waiting in line for sandwiches at Quiznos and laughed and such. It was good. I'm glad I rolled out of bed!
Tonight I'm hanging out with Dylan. We're going to watch "The Guardian" which I bought yesterday. It's my new favorite movie. Surprisingly enough I like both Kevin Costner and Ashton Kutcher in this movie, and neither of them are my favorite actors.
Oh! Funny story! So the other day...Thursday, Sara and I were in Safeway and we're picking up a couple things for supper. We're walking and she sees this guy, his name is Andrew, that she has class with. He's really tall. That's how she noticed him. So we walk up to him and then start chatting. She introduces me and I stick out my hand to shake his. Well, we shook hands and I have always prided myself on my ability to firmly shake a persons hand. Apparently I was a little over zealous in my shaking, and Andrew pointed it out. Not to be mean or awkward, but it was funny and I was a little taken back by him bluntness. I giggled, turned bright red, and resolved to never shake a persons hand ever again. Sara and I laughed all the way home about that little scene. I told Triona this story last night, and she laughed at me too. It was funny all over again.
Triona's friend Josh is up here for the weekend. He knows Karen Anderson! What a small world! Josh and I started talking and when Providence was mentioned we both kind of perked up and that's when we discovered that we both know Karen! It was cool.
Anyway...I think I might try the nap thing before work...and the kettle should be boiling soon...so this is all I have for now...
Saturday, January 20, 2007
Part I: Love
Does true love really exist or is it just a figment of the human imagination...just romanticized actions that people read way too much into, just a juvenile, naive hope that someone could feel for you what the fairy tale princes feel for the princesses? Are we just too caught up in the hope of it all, the wonderful sensations of touch and smell and even a rosied view of the world through those fabled pink lenses that we miss pieces of our hearts being stolen by one lover after another? What is love in the first place? Is it all those romanticized actions or is it the harsh brutality of someone walking away because it is probably better for both of you in the long run? Is it the caress of a hand on the small of your back as you walk through a door, or the final brush of that same hand as you part ways forever? What is it and who decides that?
Why is it that someone always gets hurt? Someone always feels more, or less for that matter, than the other and then there is a broken, or at least slightly bruised, heart that continues beating, if not only for the hope of loving again, feeling those same treacherous emotions just one more time, then it continues only for the fact that it must...because no matter how battered, bruised and broken that heart is, it still has the hope that somehow, somewhere, and by someone, it will be loved. It of course has become smaller, that heart has, because the ones that it has dared to love before have taken little pieces of it, to remember it by, to look back on, even if it hurts. Those nights under the stars...whispers of sweet sentiments or even just your name...one long hug after another...those are the things that piece of your heart helps someone remember...and those are the things that you find yourself trying to forget. Why does one person always try to remember and cling to those little things and the other wants to throw them away, separate their whole being completely from whatever triggers the memories?
The capacity to hope in something as flighty as love or, more realistically, the fantasy of love, seems to be nothing but a cruel joke. Such desires to be cherished and wanted and yes, the desire to be desired, seem nothing more than a ploy to get us caught in the trap of hoping continuously that one day someone will reciprocate these elusive feelings. It is obvious that this capacity is present in all of us, this capacity to hope in something that seems as though it will never materialize before your eyes, and yet...well, only some allow it to take a hold on their own hearts...and once it does, then what? What happens when you surrender to this idea that love is out there?
You become a fool.
Yes, you become a fool, trudging on for only the sake of an idea. The idea of love that seems to infiltrate every ordinary activity, the idea that creeps into all of your thoughts, the idea that oyu dream about every night because it consumes you and you cannot help but think of anything else. This idea that someone will make you feel like more of a person, that they will keep you safe and that you will be able to do the same for them. And suddenly the fabled pink lenses have taken on a new hue, they are becoming redder as you get sucked into this trap of hoping.
Hoping is what make this dream of love harder and harder to escape. We cling to hope, to the belief that yes, we deserve to be loved and love in return...but what if that opportunity never befalls us? What if we are part of the unlucky few who, perhaps they love, but are never loved in return? Then what good was hoping for love in the first place? What makes a heart want to go on...sure it must, but why? Why bother to care again, to want someone else to be happy when that heart itself is not?
Perhaps it is better for one heart to keep aching so that the hearts of others that cross its path can glean friendship, companionship, understanding and in some sense of the word, love, and then once those hearts have repaired themselves and are ready to try again they can leave with no strings attached? Maybe it is better that way. One battered heart might be able to shelter someone else and provide them respite from all the troubles that hoping in this seemingly imaginary phenomenon of loves brings.
Indeed, for the first three minutes and twenty-seven seconds it appears that this infantile and possibly insatiable, feeling that is love will sweep you off your feet leaving you light headed and higher than the clouds. And, as we have all experienced for approximately thirteen seconds your new home is one thousand feet higher than the one you occupy right now, but when those thirteen seconds end, you realize you were better off on earth, feet firmly on the ground.
This illusion, delusion maybe, of love and what it is to look like...where did it all come from? Who decided that love was looking through rose colored glasses, being utterly enthralled with one person and their actions, and of course, not knowing what to do when the anticipation of those feelings being returned has been torn away from you? Why does this mirage keep us coming back for more?
We wish only to experience this noble pain of love so that we can say we stood up to it. Love will take a chunk out of you with no apologies. It does not have favorites and anyone is susceptible to its bite. It will sneak up on you and leave you stunned, astonished, and then emotionally drained. Torrents of thoughts about what you could have done wrong, what should have been done better, what you could have said to change their mind will run through your head...you will question your worth...maybe you just weren't good enough? And then one day you wake up, and yes, love hurt you, but for some reason you resolve again to go back and take a chunk out of it. You continue to adhere to the hope that one day you will beat love, you will tame it and then once you have it on a leash you can put away all the childish fantasies that it is a perfect thing, and that it will last forever.
Love is still an illusion, and probably, no, definitely, one of the silliest things that we chase...but for some reason, it has a hold on us. For some reason, love clings to us like we cling to it and in some ways, love needs us just like we need it. So, rose-colored lenses or not...maybe hoping in and for love is not the worst thing to do with one's time.
Why is it that someone always gets hurt? Someone always feels more, or less for that matter, than the other and then there is a broken, or at least slightly bruised, heart that continues beating, if not only for the hope of loving again, feeling those same treacherous emotions just one more time, then it continues only for the fact that it must...because no matter how battered, bruised and broken that heart is, it still has the hope that somehow, somewhere, and by someone, it will be loved. It of course has become smaller, that heart has, because the ones that it has dared to love before have taken little pieces of it, to remember it by, to look back on, even if it hurts. Those nights under the stars...whispers of sweet sentiments or even just your name...one long hug after another...those are the things that piece of your heart helps someone remember...and those are the things that you find yourself trying to forget. Why does one person always try to remember and cling to those little things and the other wants to throw them away, separate their whole being completely from whatever triggers the memories?
The capacity to hope in something as flighty as love or, more realistically, the fantasy of love, seems to be nothing but a cruel joke. Such desires to be cherished and wanted and yes, the desire to be desired, seem nothing more than a ploy to get us caught in the trap of hoping continuously that one day someone will reciprocate these elusive feelings. It is obvious that this capacity is present in all of us, this capacity to hope in something that seems as though it will never materialize before your eyes, and yet...well, only some allow it to take a hold on their own hearts...and once it does, then what? What happens when you surrender to this idea that love is out there?
You become a fool.
Yes, you become a fool, trudging on for only the sake of an idea. The idea of love that seems to infiltrate every ordinary activity, the idea that creeps into all of your thoughts, the idea that oyu dream about every night because it consumes you and you cannot help but think of anything else. This idea that someone will make you feel like more of a person, that they will keep you safe and that you will be able to do the same for them. And suddenly the fabled pink lenses have taken on a new hue, they are becoming redder as you get sucked into this trap of hoping.
Hoping is what make this dream of love harder and harder to escape. We cling to hope, to the belief that yes, we deserve to be loved and love in return...but what if that opportunity never befalls us? What if we are part of the unlucky few who, perhaps they love, but are never loved in return? Then what good was hoping for love in the first place? What makes a heart want to go on...sure it must, but why? Why bother to care again, to want someone else to be happy when that heart itself is not?
Perhaps it is better for one heart to keep aching so that the hearts of others that cross its path can glean friendship, companionship, understanding and in some sense of the word, love, and then once those hearts have repaired themselves and are ready to try again they can leave with no strings attached? Maybe it is better that way. One battered heart might be able to shelter someone else and provide them respite from all the troubles that hoping in this seemingly imaginary phenomenon of loves brings.
Indeed, for the first three minutes and twenty-seven seconds it appears that this infantile and possibly insatiable, feeling that is love will sweep you off your feet leaving you light headed and higher than the clouds. And, as we have all experienced for approximately thirteen seconds your new home is one thousand feet higher than the one you occupy right now, but when those thirteen seconds end, you realize you were better off on earth, feet firmly on the ground.
This illusion, delusion maybe, of love and what it is to look like...where did it all come from? Who decided that love was looking through rose colored glasses, being utterly enthralled with one person and their actions, and of course, not knowing what to do when the anticipation of those feelings being returned has been torn away from you? Why does this mirage keep us coming back for more?
We wish only to experience this noble pain of love so that we can say we stood up to it. Love will take a chunk out of you with no apologies. It does not have favorites and anyone is susceptible to its bite. It will sneak up on you and leave you stunned, astonished, and then emotionally drained. Torrents of thoughts about what you could have done wrong, what should have been done better, what you could have said to change their mind will run through your head...you will question your worth...maybe you just weren't good enough? And then one day you wake up, and yes, love hurt you, but for some reason you resolve again to go back and take a chunk out of it. You continue to adhere to the hope that one day you will beat love, you will tame it and then once you have it on a leash you can put away all the childish fantasies that it is a perfect thing, and that it will last forever.
Love is still an illusion, and probably, no, definitely, one of the silliest things that we chase...but for some reason, it has a hold on us. For some reason, love clings to us like we cling to it and in some ways, love needs us just like we need it. So, rose-colored lenses or not...maybe hoping in and for love is not the worst thing to do with one's time.
"Journey of Self-Discovery"...LOL!
Again...a few days have passed since I've 'blogged'. Haha. Anyway, lets see...what's been happening? Well, there was work. There was a little more work. And now there is the weekend. I think that's about it.
Work was good. Muddy Waters was surprisingly busy this week. And so, the days flew by. I'm not complaining, it's nice when the days pass quickly. It was tiring though. We had more catering this week than last, so I was at work pretty early in order to get it all done. Mmhmm.
I had two shifts at Cargo&James this week, one was last Sunday and one was on Tuesday. They went well. Because of my shift on Tuesday I ended up working a grand total of 11.5 hours that day. Now let me tell you, that was a L-O-N-G day. This next week I work down there steeping tea on Wednesday and Saturday. I like those days. Lol.
This weekend so far I have been lazy. Real lazy. I slept in today, but not as late as usual, then I went shopping at Army & Navy. It was fantastic. I picked up a few really cute things and some beaters cuz they are good for layering. Fabulous.
Tonight I'm chilling at home. The roomies and some friends are heading to the Hinder concert. I opted out of that one...cuz I can't say that I care. So I'll be having a quiet night here, watch some hockey and girlie movies, drink tea, you know the routine. Tomorrow is church and then meandering down Whyte to the used book store and to grab coffee and chit chat with Triona and Sara. Perfect. And then Monday it is back to work. Shrug.
I've been writing lots lately. It's been slightly random...and so I was thinking, this whole writing thing is really a journey of self-discovery. I know "journey of self-discovery" sounds incredibly lame and 'reality-TV-esque', but it is kind of true. The reason I write is to sort out the details of my life. You know, examine my thoughts and emotions...and that's how I came to the conclusion that it's a "journey of self-discovery". You're allowed to think it's lame, sometimes I wonder myself. But that doesn't matter. It's what keeps me sane. Oh just wipe that skeptical expression off your face! LOL!
Anyway...I'm watching the CMT Top 20 Countdown waiting for Doc Walker and Dierks Bentley and Keith Urban and Taylor Swift to make appearances. I love country music...sooo sooo sooo much! I wish I was a hardcore cowgirl. You know, straw cow-boy hat, an overly loyal dog, and a pimped out 4x4 that makes all the cowboys jealous. With a little effort I think I could pull it off. Haha!
Well...I'm out.
Peace.
Work was good. Muddy Waters was surprisingly busy this week. And so, the days flew by. I'm not complaining, it's nice when the days pass quickly. It was tiring though. We had more catering this week than last, so I was at work pretty early in order to get it all done. Mmhmm.
I had two shifts at Cargo&James this week, one was last Sunday and one was on Tuesday. They went well. Because of my shift on Tuesday I ended up working a grand total of 11.5 hours that day. Now let me tell you, that was a L-O-N-G day. This next week I work down there steeping tea on Wednesday and Saturday. I like those days. Lol.
This weekend so far I have been lazy. Real lazy. I slept in today, but not as late as usual, then I went shopping at Army & Navy. It was fantastic. I picked up a few really cute things and some beaters cuz they are good for layering. Fabulous.
Tonight I'm chilling at home. The roomies and some friends are heading to the Hinder concert. I opted out of that one...cuz I can't say that I care. So I'll be having a quiet night here, watch some hockey and girlie movies, drink tea, you know the routine. Tomorrow is church and then meandering down Whyte to the used book store and to grab coffee and chit chat with Triona and Sara. Perfect. And then Monday it is back to work. Shrug.
I've been writing lots lately. It's been slightly random...and so I was thinking, this whole writing thing is really a journey of self-discovery. I know "journey of self-discovery" sounds incredibly lame and 'reality-TV-esque', but it is kind of true. The reason I write is to sort out the details of my life. You know, examine my thoughts and emotions...and that's how I came to the conclusion that it's a "journey of self-discovery". You're allowed to think it's lame, sometimes I wonder myself. But that doesn't matter. It's what keeps me sane. Oh just wipe that skeptical expression off your face! LOL!
Anyway...I'm watching the CMT Top 20 Countdown waiting for Doc Walker and Dierks Bentley and Keith Urban and Taylor Swift to make appearances. I love country music...sooo sooo sooo much! I wish I was a hardcore cowgirl. You know, straw cow-boy hat, an overly loyal dog, and a pimped out 4x4 that makes all the cowboys jealous. With a little effort I think I could pull it off. Haha!
Well...I'm out.
Peace.
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
"Due South"
I haven't done this for a while and right now I find myself wondering which thought(s) are actually worth typing out. There have been many thoughts in the last little while...my pen has definitley been etching many a page. It's funny how that works. Sometimes I'd rather type on this thing and let you guys read it...and sometimes it's just easier if it remains for my eyes only. Shrug.
I'm doing laundry. The third massive load in two days. It's pretty brutal actually. Ah well, the fresh smelling clothes are always worth it. Too bad it costs an arm and a leg to have fresh smelling clothes. Hmmm.
Hahaha. Right now "Due South" is on TV. I used to watch that show all the time. It was on Saturday nights I think, on CTV. I had a terrible crush on Paul Gross. His name is slightly unfortunate, but he is good looking. And the show has a marvelous theme song. Did you ever watch it? Paul Gross' character is a Mounty, all righteous and chivalrous, you know, "good-cop
and his partner is totally bend the rules, fly by the seat of his pants, "bad cop". They always get into and out of trouble. I enjoy it.
Sam and I had Oodle Noodle Box tonight. It's Chinese food that comes in those little boxes with the Pagodas on them just like in the movies. Makes me feel pretty cool. Before Christmas we had a tradition of eating Oodle Noodle every Friday night. So Sam and I resurrected it, since we hadn't hung out for a while. Oh Sam! He's so great. We had fun walking and chatting and laughing. We brought the food back here and watched Beverly Hills 90210. Hahaha. Another vintage TV show.
I'm going to this second hand store called Decadence tomorrow! They have some supremely sweet clothes in there...I don't know how much certain things will be, but I'd like to look, maybe I can get some sweet shirts for cheap. There is one sweater hanging in the window and it is a thick knit with a zipper down the front...it's in grey tones. Mmmmm! Gorgeous.
I cleaned the apartment. The ENTIRE apartment. Except I left the dishes, because I vaccuummed, cleaned the stove, cleaned BOTH bathrooms and wiped down the table and counters. Someone else can do the dishes. I'd say that's fair. Nod.
I could use a shower. Hmmmm. I suppose I should go and do that before my laundry needs to be changed over. Yes. And my parents should be called. Since I kind of blew off my mom last night. A boy was on his way over....I know, that's terrible. I shall devote much attention to conversing with my mother tonight. :)
Alright...I'm all typed out for now. Nah, not true. I'm just getting a little bored.
I'm doing laundry. The third massive load in two days. It's pretty brutal actually. Ah well, the fresh smelling clothes are always worth it. Too bad it costs an arm and a leg to have fresh smelling clothes. Hmmm.
Hahaha. Right now "Due South" is on TV. I used to watch that show all the time. It was on Saturday nights I think, on CTV. I had a terrible crush on Paul Gross. His name is slightly unfortunate, but he is good looking. And the show has a marvelous theme song. Did you ever watch it? Paul Gross' character is a Mounty, all righteous and chivalrous, you know, "good-cop
and his partner is totally bend the rules, fly by the seat of his pants, "bad cop". They always get into and out of trouble. I enjoy it.
Sam and I had Oodle Noodle Box tonight. It's Chinese food that comes in those little boxes with the Pagodas on them just like in the movies. Makes me feel pretty cool. Before Christmas we had a tradition of eating Oodle Noodle every Friday night. So Sam and I resurrected it, since we hadn't hung out for a while. Oh Sam! He's so great. We had fun walking and chatting and laughing. We brought the food back here and watched Beverly Hills 90210. Hahaha. Another vintage TV show.
I'm going to this second hand store called Decadence tomorrow! They have some supremely sweet clothes in there...I don't know how much certain things will be, but I'd like to look, maybe I can get some sweet shirts for cheap. There is one sweater hanging in the window and it is a thick knit with a zipper down the front...it's in grey tones. Mmmmm! Gorgeous.
I cleaned the apartment. The ENTIRE apartment. Except I left the dishes, because I vaccuummed, cleaned the stove, cleaned BOTH bathrooms and wiped down the table and counters. Someone else can do the dishes. I'd say that's fair. Nod.
I could use a shower. Hmmmm. I suppose I should go and do that before my laundry needs to be changed over. Yes. And my parents should be called. Since I kind of blew off my mom last night. A boy was on his way over....I know, that's terrible. I shall devote much attention to conversing with my mother tonight. :)
Alright...I'm all typed out for now. Nah, not true. I'm just getting a little bored.
Thursday, January 11, 2007
Eric Church, Doc Walker and Dierks Bentley...I'd Say That's the Combination for a Great Thursday Night!
Alright, Marlaina got me a ticket to Doc Walker/Dierks Bentley for my Christmas/Birthday present. Tonight was the night that it all went on! It was stellar. In fact, "stellar" does not even do justice to what exactly that concert was. It was SOOOOO incredibly wonderful. All the guys were so ridiculously good looking, and those guitars!!!! Oh do not even get me started on how unbelievably sexy a man, who is good looking to begin with, becomes when he has a guitar in his hands (*it is of course noted that the good looking man is not merely holding said guitar, he actually knows what to do with it). The boys, the boots, the cow-boys hats, the guitars, the tatoos...it was just too much! I swoon! I have tons of blurry, definitely amateur cell-camera pictures on my phone, I have voice recordings and video clips...and I bought Eric Church's CD. He opened the show and is surprisingly talented although I had only ever heard one of his songs.
Doc Walker is a group of 5 guys from Manitoba. I clearly think they are one of the best things to happen to country music EVER! Two of them grew up in the Roblin/Russell area...that's like an hour from Swan, which pretty much means that they were my neighbours and I just didn't know about it. Anyway...I have a crush on the lead singer. I think it's going somewhere. Hahaha. I'm hilarious. So amazing. If you take nothing else from my blog, just please do this one thing for me...listen to "Trying to Get Back to You" by them ok? Thanks.
Dierks Bentley is one of the most gorgeous men I have seen ever, and I was probably 300 feet away. That's saying something. The voice. That man can sing me a love song whenever he wants to. Really, I don't mind one bit. "Come a Little Closer Baby" is the sweetes, most romantic song EVER. Oh, do me one more favour, listen to that song too. Great! His newest single, which he just finished shooting a video for (in Mexico City) is so good, it's called "It's A Long Road Without You".
Moral of the story...the concert was fantastic and if I could've found someway to get myself onto the bus or into one of those guitar cases I would have. Didn't you know that I'm actually a contortionist and able to fit into really tiny spaces?
Well...I must be off...it's sleep time. One more day of work for the week. Yawn.
LISTEN TO SOME COUNTRY MUSIC, IT WILL BRING YOU JOY AND MAKE YOU WANT TO DRIVE A TRUCK, DRINK COLD BEER, DRIVE DOWN GRAVEL ROADS TO THE RIVER BANK WITH SOME CUTE LITTLE THING RIDING SHOT-GUN, AND TAP YOUR TOES ALL THE WHILE. JOY IS FOUND IN THE COUNTRY!!!!! :)
Ciao
M
Doc Walker is a group of 5 guys from Manitoba. I clearly think they are one of the best things to happen to country music EVER! Two of them grew up in the Roblin/Russell area...that's like an hour from Swan, which pretty much means that they were my neighbours and I just didn't know about it. Anyway...I have a crush on the lead singer. I think it's going somewhere. Hahaha. I'm hilarious. So amazing. If you take nothing else from my blog, just please do this one thing for me...listen to "Trying to Get Back to You" by them ok? Thanks.
Dierks Bentley is one of the most gorgeous men I have seen ever, and I was probably 300 feet away. That's saying something. The voice. That man can sing me a love song whenever he wants to. Really, I don't mind one bit. "Come a Little Closer Baby" is the sweetes, most romantic song EVER. Oh, do me one more favour, listen to that song too. Great! His newest single, which he just finished shooting a video for (in Mexico City) is so good, it's called "It's A Long Road Without You".
Moral of the story...the concert was fantastic and if I could've found someway to get myself onto the bus or into one of those guitar cases I would have. Didn't you know that I'm actually a contortionist and able to fit into really tiny spaces?
Well...I must be off...it's sleep time. One more day of work for the week. Yawn.
LISTEN TO SOME COUNTRY MUSIC, IT WILL BRING YOU JOY AND MAKE YOU WANT TO DRIVE A TRUCK, DRINK COLD BEER, DRIVE DOWN GRAVEL ROADS TO THE RIVER BANK WITH SOME CUTE LITTLE THING RIDING SHOT-GUN, AND TAP YOUR TOES ALL THE WHILE. JOY IS FOUND IN THE COUNTRY!!!!! :)
Ciao
M
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Oh MoJo!!! Where Are You?
So I was talking to David and Michelle today...and I explained to both of them that I have lost my MoJo. They both wondered what on earth I meant. So I told them:
"I have lost my MoJo. I can no longer talk to boys without sounding like a completely incompetent idiot. My words come out all jumbled, sentences make no sense what-so-ever. My calm, cool, collected self, who was able to converse freely with males and make friends and have fun without feeling extremely awkward or self-conscious has vanished! I have lost my MoJo."
And so, my dear friends, if you have any advice for helping me get back my MoJo, I would greatly appreciate it. David already suggested checking the Lint Trap in the Dryer...so if you have any other ideas I'd love to hear them.
Ciao
M
"I have lost my MoJo. I can no longer talk to boys without sounding like a completely incompetent idiot. My words come out all jumbled, sentences make no sense what-so-ever. My calm, cool, collected self, who was able to converse freely with males and make friends and have fun without feeling extremely awkward or self-conscious has vanished! I have lost my MoJo."
And so, my dear friends, if you have any advice for helping me get back my MoJo, I would greatly appreciate it. David already suggested checking the Lint Trap in the Dryer...so if you have any other ideas I'd love to hear them.
Ciao
M
Sunday, January 7, 2007
"How To..."
I realize that this may or may not be the point of a blog...however, it's my blog, so I can do what I want.
I was just talking to a friend on MSN and we were discussing the importance of an afternoon nap. I came up with a "How to.." list outlining the steps to a successful afternoon nap. I thought some of you out there might need a little help on that front! I'm kidding, I'm sure you are all skilled "nappers".
How to Have A Good Afternoon Nap:
1) Find a good location for said nap. I reccommend the couch with many blankets, or your bed.
2) Get into the comfiest, coziest clothes that you own.
3) Snuggle with a stuffed animal, or even better, a member of the opposite sex.
4) Sleep!!!!
Alright. I hope that helps you with the napping thing. :)
I was just talking to a friend on MSN and we were discussing the importance of an afternoon nap. I came up with a "How to.." list outlining the steps to a successful afternoon nap. I thought some of you out there might need a little help on that front! I'm kidding, I'm sure you are all skilled "nappers".
How to Have A Good Afternoon Nap:
1) Find a good location for said nap. I reccommend the couch with many blankets, or your bed.
2) Get into the comfiest, coziest clothes that you own.
3) Snuggle with a stuffed animal, or even better, a member of the opposite sex.
4) Sleep!!!!
Alright. I hope that helps you with the napping thing. :)
Back to Basics
You know...I wasn't so sure that I wanted to get out of bed this morning. I hit snooze. Twice. I rolled over, then rolled back. Glared at the clock briefly. And then finally got my sorry tush out from under the covers. I was getting ready to go to church. And normally I'm really not excited, or un-excited about church, which is sad. Church has been something that I have done every Sunday for as long as I can remember. Unfortunately church has become a habit.
But I got up and got ready to go anyway.
And I'm glad that I did.
Today church was good. And for some reason it really inspired me. The pastor, a man that I really enjoy listening to and learning from, spoke on "Getting Back to Basics". The message centered on regaining focus in our lives, regaining a focus on Jesus and what he did for us. It was powerful, and made me want to write a sermon of my own. The pastor then went on to explain how we need to focus on Jesus, and then move from being focused to being in action and living lives that demonstrate Jesus love to others. The pastor also commented on the importance of community and how we need to be ok living with one another, supporting one another, in order to demonstrate to others that they are not alone in the struggles that they face day to day.
The point is that church was good today. The service reminded me of the importance of being with people who believe the same things that I believe. I like church.
I'll comment more late I think, once I sort a few more thoughts out. Plus I need to go and eat some lunch. :)
Ciao
But I got up and got ready to go anyway.
And I'm glad that I did.
Today church was good. And for some reason it really inspired me. The pastor, a man that I really enjoy listening to and learning from, spoke on "Getting Back to Basics". The message centered on regaining focus in our lives, regaining a focus on Jesus and what he did for us. It was powerful, and made me want to write a sermon of my own. The pastor then went on to explain how we need to focus on Jesus, and then move from being focused to being in action and living lives that demonstrate Jesus love to others. The pastor also commented on the importance of community and how we need to be ok living with one another, supporting one another, in order to demonstrate to others that they are not alone in the struggles that they face day to day.
The point is that church was good today. The service reminded me of the importance of being with people who believe the same things that I believe. I like church.
I'll comment more late I think, once I sort a few more thoughts out. Plus I need to go and eat some lunch. :)
Ciao
Friday, January 5, 2007
All Packed Up
I'm all packed up...mostly. Tomorrow morning it's off to the big city. Urgh. :P Oh well, I will have a full day to re-adjust and then back to work. It will be good to get off my bum and accomplish a few things. I'm actually looking forward to being back at work. Yay for money!
I'm scowling. I don't want to leave the country. I'm country at heart. Go Cowboys and tractors and souped up 4x4's and fields that stretch on and on and on and on and on. Go country!!!
Sigh. I'm out.
Ciao
I'm scowling. I don't want to leave the country. I'm country at heart. Go Cowboys and tractors and souped up 4x4's and fields that stretch on and on and on and on and on. Go country!!!
Sigh. I'm out.
Ciao
Thursday, January 4, 2007
Oh What to Do With My Life...
There's this feeling...it just kind of creeps in and then suddenly, I mean really suddenly, you smack into it like a brick wall and are painfully aware of it's "there-ness". Do you ever wonder what you're doing with your life? I often wonder what I'm doing with mine. I wonder if I'm making the right choices, making the right plans and decisions, I wonder where I'm really headed, and I wonder whether or not I need to know where I'm headed. Because maybe it's ok that I don't really have a set direction. Maybe God can use me more because I'm not one of those people who has everything scheduled right to the second (no offense to you obsessive planners, we need you too!!!). And it's not that I don't have a plan, or goals or things that I want to acheive in my life...I just don't know what I want to do as a career.
And that is what my parents have a hard time understanding. They want me to pick something. Anything really. And they want me to start and finish it in the shortest amount of time possible. My problem is that I don't know what to pick. I have tons of absolutely genius ideas (or so I tell myself)...be a politician, be a teacher, be a rock-star (cuz my shower absolutely loves what I've performed for it so far), be a stay at home mom, look into missions, start my own business (a catering company or coffee shop). See, all good ideas right?
My bigger problem, is that I'm afraid to fail at all or any of those things should I eventually find the courage to attempt them. I don't want to disappoint.
I'm going back to school in the fall. Full-time education for two, perhaps two and a half years. And I'm good with this plan. I like this plan. I'm going to complete my Masters in Christian Education, because I am good at teaching, and I like children, and I want to make a difference for kids who may not get the support and encouragement that they need. See, these are the things that I know I'm good at...and I'm still scared that I'll suck out and fail and screw it up.
Hmmm....what am I doing with my life?
And that is what my parents have a hard time understanding. They want me to pick something. Anything really. And they want me to start and finish it in the shortest amount of time possible. My problem is that I don't know what to pick. I have tons of absolutely genius ideas (or so I tell myself)...be a politician, be a teacher, be a rock-star (cuz my shower absolutely loves what I've performed for it so far), be a stay at home mom, look into missions, start my own business (a catering company or coffee shop). See, all good ideas right?
My bigger problem, is that I'm afraid to fail at all or any of those things should I eventually find the courage to attempt them. I don't want to disappoint.
I'm going back to school in the fall. Full-time education for two, perhaps two and a half years. And I'm good with this plan. I like this plan. I'm going to complete my Masters in Christian Education, because I am good at teaching, and I like children, and I want to make a difference for kids who may not get the support and encouragement that they need. See, these are the things that I know I'm good at...and I'm still scared that I'll suck out and fail and screw it up.
Hmmm....what am I doing with my life?
Good Morning?
It's morning. I think morning is my least favorite part of the day. Waking up is just so tiresome. And yes, I realize the irony. I always feel like a slug in the morning, and it takes a while for that feeling to wear off. But anyway, I suppose it's a good morning...I guess it would only be fair for me to tell you that morning is almost over. Afternoon is usually a more easy part of the day to get along with. It means a nap on the couch while Dr. Phil offers cookie cutter advice on how to fix your life. How can that possibly be unpleasant?
Ok, enough about morning and afternoon.
It's time to get up off my bum.
I promise I'll get better at this blogging thing.
Promise!!!
Ciao
Ok, enough about morning and afternoon.
It's time to get up off my bum.
I promise I'll get better at this blogging thing.
Promise!!!
Ciao
Wednesday, January 3, 2007
This Is All So New...
Ok, that's sort of a lie...this isn't entirely new. It's just new for me to do here...with a keyboard instead of a pen. I've gone and caved, switched over and given in to the electronic and technological call of the world. And it's here, for all of whoever is out there to see. Normally I write everything down in a lovely little leather-bound book. And normally NO one else (unless they are supremely lucky) sees or hears about all those little thoughts. This could take some getting used to...
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