shout out...

so here's a shout out to my friend Kayla who ropped herself a man:) Well, I think he did the ropping:) but anyway huge congrats to Clay and Kayla...whoot, whoot!!!
and despite the fact that miss vickies did nothing other than clog my arteries I am doing...doing laundry...yes, still alittle over the edge but after I finish washing every possible piece of fabric that I own I might feel better, cleaner anyway.
So thats my big game plan for tackling the week of randomly weird and retarded...

elastic, spastic, rhyming bombastic...

I am freaking out. Usually I reach this point and a bag of Miss Vickies salt and vinigar help...they are a cure all for what ails you...but no relief was found yesterday. I ate the whole freaking bag and am at work the next day blogging about my life because I am spazing so bad.
What am I spazing about you ask?
being vulnerable for one. it sucks.
and yesterday I ws having my occasional devotional moment and was struck witht he fact that I look alot like a yuppie right now. A workaholic, eating out, watch my favorite shows lame-o yuppie and I have been freaking out ever since.
Last year at this time I was realizing that being an idealist and chasing the angalina 'feeding the poor and needy' is not as pure a goal as I had thought. Oh and it's a lot harder than you think it will be. And now after running home and recouping and paying off the thousands it took me to give a few hundred (and some pretty incredible momnets) to the poor and needy. I am stuck in a good paying job, with a good car in a nice town and some good friends and money to burn and cute clothes and nursing school and a stable career ahead of me...and I realize I am a yuppie...a lame-o
I guess God has grace for even yuppie's but I sometimes wonder if all this goodness is superficial and all the crazyiness of the poor and needy isn't something special. It was certainly more exciting as well as being messy and hard and sometimes hurtful...
but here I sit, a guppie in my fishbowl remembering the sea...
dang it this hasn't solved anything!

Driving Miss Daisy

what more can be said, I drove the grandparents in to Calgary and ran a yellow light, I feel like that would have been the perfect time for my grandpa to have a heart attack but i looked at him through the rear view mirror and he was concealing his panic very well. He didn't even say anything...I think he took it rather well, so we got to town safely and had a visit with the cousins and aunties and then we all went to the beach today. So fun. All the kiddo's were freezing and full of sand after 5 minutes but they had so much fun...tomorrow is wedding and babysitting and driving home to three bumps...should be fun...no more yellow lights...

life as a secretary

Pam, I feel like there is only one word to describe the feeling of sitting behind a desk answering phones and trying to maintain a steady pace of work without running out of things to do. But then there it is, the phone's don't ring, you haven't got a stack of things to do and people watch you like you are supposed to do something and you feel stupid because you aren't actually paid to DO anything, only answer phones and sit and wait.
Wait for work, but it doesn't come.
And since there is no Jim, there is no funny joking with co-workers, only the monotonous minutes ticking by with no sign of work.
there is also no Micheal so the only mistakes I make can only be blamed on me...unfortunately in the real world, managers tend to be one step ahead of the secretaries...poor pam, poor me...
i will end this now because I think that someone just made work for me...and of course there is the possibility that the phone could ring...
how exciting...

Jane Austin and 24 hours of work in 2 days....

Someday I'm going to write a rant about Jane Austin's books...but right now I will just let everyone know I worked the weekend as the secretary of the hospital and now my brain is mush...today I got to work and found out my favorite patient died last nite. It was very sudden, he was sick but seemed to be hanging in there and even getting ready to go home. Just the other day I took him to X-ray and we chatted about how getting sick is hard to do in front of family. He said he always wanted to be the man of the family and it was hard for him to be sick around them. Now he's gone. He won't sing me a song every morning when i get his water or make his bed, and he won't ask me to marry him or say I'm an angel any more...sometimes it sucks working at a hospital. I miss him already.

New house

blue bathroom....

quiet....

no internet....

furniture and moving and unpacking...

inaugural first cup of coffee...

no internet...

first load of laundry....

first garbage day...

quiet...

no internet...

well, the first 72hours and I am surviving:) , had my first 'official' guest and made my first pot of tea and got called into work an extra shift...so many nice things...but it is very quiet and I miss the boys...and my sisters food...but even the joy of being able to listen to chick music as much as I want doesn't quite compensate for company...definitely make a lame single 'girl-power' uber single woman...but I am probably going to get better at it...soon I won't miss being made to sing at the table, being told to read this, and show me that, being asked to walk to town, or have food disappear off my plate...or share a late breakfast with Sim...soon I won't miss being asked to bring water to the boys before bed...but right now, as the boys would say, "I'm a bit sad."

PS

ok so my friends are hilarious, kayla your comment made me take a moment, take a moment to laugh! yes, one minute we are dogs the next we are jesus...life is a gong show.
So life is waiting to get into the apartment-that has no internet-yes, the truth hurts. I will be living in a gorgeous sweet and all I will be able to think about is how much I wish there was internet. But there's nothing like cutting something out of your life to prove you are not addicted.
Recently have been reading articles on how coffee cuts down on worrying ( Dad imagine how much you would worry if you didn't drink...coffee that is:) Once again the benefits of coffee far outweigh the fact that it sucks water from your body and slowly turns you into a prune. Give me coffee or give me death. Then on the Cheerios box it advertised a book called, "stop worrying and start living", apparently life is not about worry-who knew?!
but who's worried.
about graduation, this lady from florida accosted me at my cousin Simone's after party and we chatted about the gas crisis, the socialist Canadian healthcare system and how the soul's issue's affect the bodily health of a person...we seriously covered all major hot topic's of society and I felt like I had run a talking marathon by the end of the conversation...in future I must avoid drawn out introductions at parties at all costs.
in future must avoid awkward public display's where I end up talking to strange people about absolutely nothing and not even doing a good job of remaining engaged in it.
and then I blog about it, awkward!

Happy Canada Day

Well, in truly canadian way I had a lovely non-holidaying holiday. I worked. It was fun, I gave everyone yellow straws...because it just seemed like a cheery thing to do. And I picked up 4 shifts in July so I will be able to pay rent.
In moving news, someone gave me a couch! Hurray! I have officially been given bedside tables to use as well as a table and chairs and now a couch. I get to move tomorrow and I am excited to have something fun to do this summer other than contemplate my existence...so I will move and set up house and take walks and finish reading augustine's confession...which I did not know was one of the first known autobiographies of the western world. but now I do. and right now all I can say about it is there is a lot of rhetoric I feel like it is writing prose as arguementitively as possible-as if assuming that I will have a problem with what he is saying-why defend, I'm listening. I am reading the book aren't I????
but the real big news is Korban has moved past the animal phase, no more does he come to the table as a hippo and licking things off his plate like a puppy. Nope, now he is Jesus. I really do feel like that boy has quite the view on life. Everything is 'wight now!' or it has to be a certain way that he can't explain and just starts crying with frustration about. And now he is Jesus. I think he is going to run the world...or be frustrated by our lack of vision.
in entertainment I am back into Jane Austin...I think I need to see persuasion again. And I luv reading Northanger Abbey...
Other than that I am moving tomorrow and I am almost packed and I am going on a walk right now so bye for now.
looking at my recent posting history I realize I have quite run-out of things to blog about. but I might revisit the recent past and tell you of my cousin's graduation and my encounter with a crazy lady at her party with whom I solved the problems of our healthcare system and basically the world-as well as talked about the mind body soul connection. I know, seriously, I know.
but one can't blog about all things at one time...