I find it funny how leaving a seminar about debt makes me declare over and over, "God is good."
I think it's great that God said we can get vitamin D from the sun. (It's like telling us to be outside and enjoy it..)
I always feel sheepish when I discover that the answer to a frustrated "WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?" is as simple as surrender.
Wednesday, 24 March 2010
Friday, 12 March 2010
Wednesday, 10 March 2010
the hits just keep on comin'....
What is this day?
It started off with me going to bed after the Colbert Report (51) at midnight. (Try as I might I just...can't say no to that show!) It wasn't difficult for me to sleep at this time as I was beat and I wanted to get stuff packed into this morning before the afternoon and evening cascaded by.
But I didn't expect to be able to get up at 7 (52) to watch maybe 15 minutes of The Bugs Bunny and Tweety Show (53) (I just love it...I can't explain). I enjoyed the show but it was taking too much effort to make myself be awake at that time when I didn't need to be. Then I didn't wake up again until 11.35 (54) which was GLORIOUS because it's just what I needed.
I woke up to the text message of a dear friend. (55) I think she is approximately 50% of the reason I almost hit my text message quota each month. It's disgusting. The conversation just culminated with, "Also I just stepped off a curb while texting you and almost fell." I responded saying how great this was and that I was picturing it and laughing. She replies simply, "Which is why we are friends." HA! Didn't see that one coming but it's so true.
Then I finally get out of bed and check zhe email, like everyone else. (Brother...you can really tell a person's priorities with the simplest observations.)
On Friday my pastor and his wife (I hate how chauvinistic that sounds but I can't use names..) had his second child and as I was leaving the building on Sunday morning, I was rushed and could only yell "Congratulations" as I whisked by. But, because he was talking to someone else, I had to tap his shoulder to get his attention. Apparently a tap when you're walking quickly (and trying to show manly affection) carries more force than I realized. The moral of the story is, I made him spill his coffee.
So, first I died. Then I apologized stupidly saying, "I'm sorry - I didn't mean to make you spill your coffee, I only wanted to say, 'congratulations'!" as if my intent was to ruin the carpet. I don't know what I was thinking. He laughs in a way that I've only ever seen him laugh...maybe twice before? Probably just once. I was sure it was just a socially polite laugh so I wouldn't feel bad (BUT IT DIDN'T WORK because I still felt terrible); he said it was OK and I was still in a rush so I just kicked it.
In an email later that day that was primarily for church business, I started with, "I'm really sorry about spilling your coffee today. This is why I don't have friends." Then the middle was the church stuff and I concluded with, "again...my apologies for the abrasive greeting. I feel like a tool. and I didn't even stay to clean up....lame."
My apology and regret were sincere even if they sounded facetious. I just didn't want to be overly dramatic as I know it wasn't the end of the world.
His response which was the first email I plucked this morning: "Don’t worry about the coffee!!! It was funny! Didn’t know you had the strength! And I didn’t clean up either!!"
HA! (56)
Oh man... it was the perfect...The hits just keep on coming!
I suppose I like this especially because I had been praying last week for help to get through those last few barriers of intimidation with him as we'll be working together weekly to plan the music bit of each Sunday service. I just want to be able to be myself. This really helped. (57) I wasn't expecting it, I didn't think I'd have to look like a toad to get there, but I'm grateful.
I should add in that when I got up at 6.55 for Bugs & Tweety I took those few minutes to call my bank and find an unexpected extra $117 there. I'm grateful for this because, well, I needed it. (58) ("needed"?)
Aaaand then I went downstairs to check the mail because I love checking the mail and I love moving around in the mornings. Directly across from the base of the stairs is a chair that's mostly ornamental right next to the front door. On it was a package about 14x12" (? I'm not a great estimator) and the more stairs I took, the wider my eyes grew, first in anticipation, second in trying to read the writing and then finally in excitement that it was for me. (59) At the bottom I turned my head and saw the sender was my very own schwester and that made the package that much better. (59+) I aint even gonna open it yet because I can't DEAL with all these great things happening in such a short time.
What's the rest of the day gonna be like??? Let's watch it take a nosedive. :) Just kidding. I'm optimistic.
It started off with me going to bed after the Colbert Report (51) at midnight. (Try as I might I just...can't say no to that show!) It wasn't difficult for me to sleep at this time as I was beat and I wanted to get stuff packed into this morning before the afternoon and evening cascaded by.
But I didn't expect to be able to get up at 7 (52) to watch maybe 15 minutes of The Bugs Bunny and Tweety Show (53) (I just love it...I can't explain). I enjoyed the show but it was taking too much effort to make myself be awake at that time when I didn't need to be. Then I didn't wake up again until 11.35 (54) which was GLORIOUS because it's just what I needed.
I woke up to the text message of a dear friend. (55) I think she is approximately 50% of the reason I almost hit my text message quota each month. It's disgusting. The conversation just culminated with, "Also I just stepped off a curb while texting you and almost fell." I responded saying how great this was and that I was picturing it and laughing. She replies simply, "Which is why we are friends." HA! Didn't see that one coming but it's so true.
Then I finally get out of bed and check zhe email, like everyone else. (Brother...you can really tell a person's priorities with the simplest observations.)
On Friday my pastor and his wife (I hate how chauvinistic that sounds but I can't use names..) had his second child and as I was leaving the building on Sunday morning, I was rushed and could only yell "Congratulations" as I whisked by. But, because he was talking to someone else, I had to tap his shoulder to get his attention. Apparently a tap when you're walking quickly (and trying to show manly affection) carries more force than I realized. The moral of the story is, I made him spill his coffee.
So, first I died. Then I apologized stupidly saying, "I'm sorry - I didn't mean to make you spill your coffee, I only wanted to say, 'congratulations'!" as if my intent was to ruin the carpet. I don't know what I was thinking. He laughs in a way that I've only ever seen him laugh...maybe twice before? Probably just once. I was sure it was just a socially polite laugh so I wouldn't feel bad (BUT IT DIDN'T WORK because I still felt terrible); he said it was OK and I was still in a rush so I just kicked it.
In an email later that day that was primarily for church business, I started with, "I'm really sorry about spilling your coffee today. This is why I don't have friends." Then the middle was the church stuff and I concluded with, "again...my apologies for the abrasive greeting. I feel like a tool. and I didn't even stay to clean up....lame."
My apology and regret were sincere even if they sounded facetious. I just didn't want to be overly dramatic as I know it wasn't the end of the world.
His response which was the first email I plucked this morning: "Don’t worry about the coffee!!! It was funny! Didn’t know you had the strength! And I didn’t clean up either!!"
HA! (56)
Oh man... it was the perfect...The hits just keep on coming!
I suppose I like this especially because I had been praying last week for help to get through those last few barriers of intimidation with him as we'll be working together weekly to plan the music bit of each Sunday service. I just want to be able to be myself. This really helped. (57) I wasn't expecting it, I didn't think I'd have to look like a toad to get there, but I'm grateful.
I should add in that when I got up at 6.55 for Bugs & Tweety I took those few minutes to call my bank and find an unexpected extra $117 there. I'm grateful for this because, well, I needed it. (58) ("needed"?)
Aaaand then I went downstairs to check the mail because I love checking the mail and I love moving around in the mornings. Directly across from the base of the stairs is a chair that's mostly ornamental right next to the front door. On it was a package about 14x12" (? I'm not a great estimator) and the more stairs I took, the wider my eyes grew, first in anticipation, second in trying to read the writing and then finally in excitement that it was for me. (59) At the bottom I turned my head and saw the sender was my very own schwester and that made the package that much better. (59+) I aint even gonna open it yet because I can't DEAL with all these great things happening in such a short time.
What's the rest of the day gonna be like??? Let's watch it take a nosedive. :) Just kidding. I'm optimistic.
Saturday, 6 March 2010
I seem to think that everything is about me. :(
Last night in my dream I told my mum I had gotten a new part-time job...and she had told more people than I wanted her to and done so very quickly. I hated the idea and tried to figure out what I should do, if anything.
Then, RANDOM UPON RANDOM, I saw my mother in Guelph this afternoon (she lives in Toronto) as she and husband were stopping at a flower shop in the same strip mall as I was Tim Hortonsing. (HOW RANDOM but not...really random.) So, I was able to tell her in person!
"Did I tell you I got the job?"
[cheerful, lilting tone] "Which job? You've been applying to so many jobbies..."
(insert here a subtle piece of encouragement and relief - she knows I'm trying)
I laugh briefly and with a half-smile, jump in: "Oh, OK. I had a dream that I told you so I didn't know if I had done it in real life.."
My voice trails off there because I realize how ridiculous it sounds. (But it was one of those things where I didn't realize it wasn't real until I said it out loud.)
--
Also in my dreams/dreaming I was running hard for a long time but I couldn't manage to tire run as hard as I wanted to. (How frustrating is that??!?)
I just wanna run so bad, so bad, so bad.
Today was the first day I can remember being glad to see Spring. I usually spend my time focusing on how ridiculous it is that people whip out the bikinis at the first glimpse of snow meltage. But today...today I had that "it's great to be alive" feeling. The weather felt great. And I'm excited that warmer weather means better running.
Then, RANDOM UPON RANDOM, I saw my mother in Guelph this afternoon (she lives in Toronto) as she and husband were stopping at a flower shop in the same strip mall as I was Tim Hortonsing. (HOW RANDOM but not...really random.) So, I was able to tell her in person!
"Did I tell you I got the job?"
[cheerful, lilting tone] "Which job? You've been applying to so many jobbies..."
(insert here a subtle piece of encouragement and relief - she knows I'm trying)
I laugh briefly and with a half-smile, jump in: "Oh, OK. I had a dream that I told you so I didn't know if I had done it in real life.."
My voice trails off there because I realize how ridiculous it sounds. (But it was one of those things where I didn't realize it wasn't real until I said it out loud.)
--
Also in my dreams/dreaming I was running hard for a long time but I couldn't manage to tire run as hard as I wanted to. (How frustrating is that??!?)
I just wanna run so bad, so bad, so bad.
Today was the first day I can remember being glad to see Spring. I usually spend my time focusing on how ridiculous it is that people whip out the bikinis at the first glimpse of snow meltage. But today...today I had that "it's great to be alive" feeling. The weather felt great. And I'm excited that warmer weather means better running.
Wednesday, 3 March 2010
Robert Pattinson is bashful?
I just saw him interviewed on The Daily Show and I'm amazed! I will admit I've only seen him act in one film and for some (arrogant) reason I thought I had him all figured out. It's good to be corrected.
He's bashful, he's well-mannered, he works hard and now I wanna see Remember Me (2010). I hope it's any good. He's endearing, and interesting and I still feel shocked.
He's bashful, he's well-mannered, he works hard and now I wanna see Remember Me (2010). I hope it's any good. He's endearing, and interesting and I still feel shocked.
things I wish I could give up for Lent
1) laziness
2) selfishness
3) sinfulness
4) sexual immorality
5) idolatry
6) irresponsibility
7) disobedience
8) spiritual sloth/stagnation
9) bitterness
10) pride
2) selfishness
3) sinfulness
4) sexual immorality
5) idolatry
6) irresponsibility
7) disobedience
8) spiritual sloth/stagnation
9) bitterness
10) pride
Monday, 1 March 2010
triet III
something that is distinctly disgusting is the feel of a clump of wet hair.
something that is distinctly perplexing to me is the career and personality of one Sidney Crosby.
something that is distinctly precious is sharing kind moments of realness and ease with friends.
something that is distinctly perplexing to me is the career and personality of one Sidney Crosby.
something that is distinctly precious is sharing kind moments of realness and ease with friends.
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