the office

can I just tell you how extremely social I've been. I went to volley ball games, I peeked in at an alumni game too...which is far more intimidating to me, cause i could potentualy meet old classmates...awkward. Kinda funny though, no one showed up to the alumni game...awkward.
Then I have been out nites with my fab friends the bonney's...and tonight was an office party like no other....season 4...can i just say that the meer cat is NOT a mythical creature...as my bro-n-law so aptly put it; it's the 2cd display on the left on your way into the Africa exibit at the Calgary zoo. And yes, i am job hunting too. Well, at least I am contemplating what jobs I don't want...and then getting ready to apply for the ones that I don't know that I don't want but still have hope that they will surprise me...cause basically I'm looking at retail, or retail...ummmm where to sell stuff that IS the question. Oh and I also went to visit very intimidating people with my sis...they were nice...thats about all for now...tomorrow I go to church for the first time and try to explain my life one hundred times...oh and I get to tell people over and over that "yes, I'm still single"..."no, there is no young man yet"...and "no, I don't want to meet your nephew, cousin, friend, uncle or ex-boyfriend"...seriously, can people think of another way to break the ice than ask me about my relationship status? Why not ask me what I think is cool about placenta's? Anything...seriously!

Family fun dinner and we're actually related...

my family is funny. When we get together we take over the local oldfolks home where my grandies live and eat and watch the new generation run around 'oma and opa's house' which is the hallways of the Manor but it's their house as far as they're concerned.sometimes we even get them to stand still for a picture...
once again my Dad catches a steller moment of Kodak glory...I blame this on jet lag...
these are the men in my life...I live in their basement and they come down and visit and play with me...fun times...
In other news, I am looking for a job and unpacking all my midwifery books and painting my room. I was also asked to attend my friends birth and am sooooo excited. I went and visited her and got do do midwifery maneuvers and feel where the babe was...very cool.
and it's very cold in alberta...very cold...I don't know why i came back for winter...why do i do this to myself...

You know your in three hills when...

you get home and attend a funeral and a prairie bible college event in one week...

Auntie Hertha Lewis died. Her brothers sang with my grandpa in Germany for many years, and I kissed her grandson-or rather he kissed me-and I literally washed my mouth out with soap afterwards...I can't believe I just remembered that. It was on choir tour and it was NOT my fault; apparently it wasn't his either cause he was dared to kiss me on the cheek and I turned at the 'last second'...or so the story goes. I just want you to know that I was the innocent victim in all this and sanctuary's and dare's and witnesses can be quite traumatic...not to mention the soap!
but thats not the reason for this blog. I just liked hearing about her life. She had triplets and they were born early and at home and they didn't survive...James, Joan and John. I didn't know that about her; sometimes I remember that God has the best view of people. He knows all our moments and details and doesn't have to go to a funeral to find out about us.
Right now we are playing empire builders; where you lay railroad track across the America's...right now me and mum are stuck in Juarez so I'd better go help her out...

organized chaos?

Isaiah the pirate...he made his costume himself...I am impressed...
the terrible two's...actually these are the funniest kids ever and two's have never been more exciting...
back at the ranch...
meeting the newest heavyweight in Andi's clan for the first time...he's already 9 months...Uncle Sherman is his nickname...
my sisters and their tribes...Isaiah is a soldier and soldiers don't wear shirts apparently...

Grandpa and his newest family members...

free thrills...

how many times can you watch the episode of the office where they had the Olympics while Michael went and bought a house between Singapore and tokyo....hint: it's a seven hour flight...
I will say this, that show never gets old...
flight was loooooooooong...had two, 8 hour lay-overs and one turned into a 10 hour lay-over...in seattle...I hate seattle...
in seattle-I was looking very gross and just tired and waiting for the flight was becoming a anger management session in my head (you should try it sometime)
ANYWAY,
a guy came out of nowhere and hit on me...it didn't remotely resemble a 'how you doin' moment and could well have been an, I am so sorry for this greasy looking tired person BUT can I just say it was flattering enough to get me thru the next 3 horrendous hours...
and lots of people wear white after labor day...i don't see what is the big deal of this fashion faux pas.
went to bed at 3am and got up to the sound of three little men running above my head...7am...they are really cute; we played hide and seek and I watched them ride their new bikes and basically they are in love with me-what can I say i am a cool auntie...off to go 'do' dessert with the sis...

Happy Birthday

well, you would be an old man by now-the big 23-alot of your friends are married; you would probably be at least engaged by now. being as girls were phoning you in jr high already...but I really don't ever think about what might have been that much anymore. It's more just life without you. I mean I am celebrating your birthday and your not here, just alot of life that still misses the youness in it. I can say though that life is still very good; thankfully I got counseling so I was given the green light on how I deal with my grief...I fit into some sort of healthy model of the '12 steps to recovering from loss'... apparently now I need affirmation on how to lose you-weird I know.
but that doesn't really matter to me. i think I would have been just as content if the counselor told me I needed serious help with my 'grief issues'...who really cares about emotional stability-I'm a girl.
seriously, I miss you.
I think the first moment I really knew that you were cooler than me was when you came home from school talking about how you hung out with Megan Good...and I realized you were out of my league...
but I also remember Carissa and Andi and I dressing you up in that hideously loud purple and red splashed shirt and slicking your hair and making you model for us...you scared dad alittle with what a natural you were at 'blue steel'...
and then shopping trips with you and mums; and you always 'kept the change' little did we know you were making so much you would get rolls of toonies and loonies...
walking to 5th grade with you going to 2cd; getting fries at the coffee break after school and tipping mums a penny...
When you first died I used to get upset cause I couldn't talk about you or how I felt in public. I wanted you to stay as close to you as possible and talking about you just put you out there...in words; as if I were making you disappear just like a puff of smoke. And all the life would slowly turn into a snapshot of time; a life less picture, just a description of you. But even holding on to my words is a losing battle; your still gone. I can't wait to see you again. To see you strut and hear your voice-I am not sure about what everybody's going to look like in heaven but I told God that you have to be recognizable so I can find you...
so happy birthday...

Life in a blob

when you live your life thinking...I should blog about this, you know something is very wrong. But lately I feel like thats all I've done as I have gotten more and more involved with this little page that apparently sums up my life; here's the latest...
-watching my mums pull out boxes full of coffee and then finding coffee hiding in the pantry, bedroom cupboards, dish towel shelf and the list goes on...who has that much coffee lying around? or should I say hiding around.
-waited in a taxi line for over two hours...singing Celine Dion songs that are re-written for the occasion with your 2 american girlfriends in the middle of down-town singapore...
-said another good-bye to the parentals and more importantly the calendars...
-updated my facebook photo again, and again, and yet again...
-had my mums take good care of me, while all the while whipping my body into shape with running and working out every day
-drinking green tea and eating moon cakes...
but those are just the exciting moments, the rest involve alot of worry and trying to get everything in order to fly back home. and the MRT and walking and talking...life...always more to blob about