funny story...
so my friend came down to talk thru her relationship issues with...me???? what the crap. is this really happening, oh yes, all I could think was...God is laughing right now and it's not very funny.
You see my friends relationship is to the 'almost' engaged point...and questions she is dealing with right now are; should they? shouldn't they? or when is the perfect time?...because you know she's met the perfect someone so there has to be a perfect time..to this perfect relationship that will keep getting more perfect as they get engaged and then married on the perfect day... to have perfect children
and she came to me...an obvious laps of judgement on her part!
because at the grand old age that i am; I should inherently know about relationships and the perfect solution...
so here's what I told her....get ready for it....it's a killer...
life's not perfect. There you have it people...the biggest news flash to existence as we know it!
hahhahahahahahah sorry but I can't help but find this extremely funny...even though I am kinda laughing at me and with me all at the same time...who am I kidding, I know absolutely nothing about romantic relationships and I happen to be the biggest cynic of all time when it comes down to them...and me in them...
I just told her that if she actually wanted to wade through all this 'not perfectness' with this not perfect guy that she is not quite perfectly engaged to yet...then that is a big deal right there...if you what to and if your attached to him and he is attached to you too; than maybe this is just a speed bump....yep, actually said speed bump...pretty much was running out of metaphors...and expertise....
anyway, my whole point was...don't ever come to me for relationship advise ok...seriously not only does is not make any sense...seriously people...it's freakin me out...
go take a course, read james dobson, talk to a counsellor, I don't care what you do just please, please...don't go ask the resident single girl...seriously it's only funny for about a second...
Saturday, 28 November 2009
Tuesday, 24 November 2009
KIT KAT
There are times where being female is just a pile of tears and blubbering. Sometimes there doesn't even need to be a reason, it's just a female right ( but that doesn't mean that usually, mostly in all cases, there is a legitimate reason to get really emotional)...this time there is a reason. You see my family is pretty much a bunch of pilgrims...we come and go, and go and come...so every once in a while I have these moments where I realize there is going to be another long good-bye, another out of service, wireless is always down distance, and I succumb to the blubbery mess of being...me. it's kinda like the flu actually, it doesn't really last long...but when it hits. Nothing fixes it, you just have to ride it out...cry alittle and then send off whoever the family member is with all the love and blessing you can possibly think to pray on them...and hope for the tissue supply to hold up.
Right now, I am thinking about not seeing my sister and brother or Isaiah, Hannah, Naomi, and Tim for who knows how long this time...and who knows when I'll hear what's up or how they're doing cause Indonesia has some pretty eletronically challenged places still. Thinking about all of their flights and maybe Tris should make all the kids wear face masks ...or just bring their own oxygen tanks with gas masks for the trip to keep them healthy (and why not just keep it on all of the time, just in case)...thinking that I will miss watching all the kids' accomplishments, like hearing the latest memory verse, listening to Isaiah read and picking fights with Tim so he will deign to look upon his very unworthy auntie... Hoping they know that I am so proud of them, of all the sacrifices they have made to get to this stage and praying about all the hard things they will face in the future...out there...in that electronically, McD'sless place. I will miss Leigh and Tris like some crazy blubbery sister, so right now, in this crazyness I am sending this blubbery blob as my 'plane mail' for you to see how much I am praying and wishing and hoping and loving you all the way to timbuktoo if I have too...
Go, get thee to a missionary!
I love you guys...
Right now, I am thinking about not seeing my sister and brother or Isaiah, Hannah, Naomi, and Tim for who knows how long this time...and who knows when I'll hear what's up or how they're doing cause Indonesia has some pretty eletronically challenged places still. Thinking about all of their flights and maybe Tris should make all the kids wear face masks ...or just bring their own oxygen tanks with gas masks for the trip to keep them healthy (and why not just keep it on all of the time, just in case)...thinking that I will miss watching all the kids' accomplishments, like hearing the latest memory verse, listening to Isaiah read and picking fights with Tim so he will deign to look upon his very unworthy auntie... Hoping they know that I am so proud of them, of all the sacrifices they have made to get to this stage and praying about all the hard things they will face in the future...out there...in that electronically, McD'sless place. I will miss Leigh and Tris like some crazy blubbery sister, so right now, in this crazyness I am sending this blubbery blob as my 'plane mail' for you to see how much I am praying and wishing and hoping and loving you all the way to timbuktoo if I have too...
Go, get thee to a missionary!
I love you guys...
Saturday, 21 November 2009
Theoretically speaking...
last night at Joey's there was a girl coughing in the corner...and her date was licking his whole hand as he was eating his fries....(do you not realize there is a swine flu going around and hands in mouths with dates that are spreading heinous disease filled saliva in public places is kinda gross...)
I ( I mean this theoretical person had there back to the coughing person) was looking across at one of her cousins and watching her face as this random girl kept coughing and coughing, and coughing...seriously it was too much after awhile, I had to look, I mean it was becoming the soundtrack to dinner...theoretically of course...alot of people looked at this girl...she was being so loud...
we however were very poised and calm during our dinner. We did not loose a ring on the floor and then burst out in peels of laughter as we 'lazy-susaned' the table to look for the lost ring. We did not erupt in laughter as the pregnant cousin got out of her chair and started to search for the ring...tears were not running down our faces and she proclaimed she was lead to move her chair to find said ring and return it to it's rightful cousin...I'm sure no one noticed us laughing, or weeping, or moving the table around and around and around...at one point I offered to drink brenda's iced tea-it was right in front of me...theoretically of course... this never actually happened...
because we were all grown women who do not cause scenes in restaurants, or laugh because sometimes silly things are funny...noooooo...silly things are silly and we put them in their place.
After about 4 1/2 hours someone checked her watch...we had been laughing and talking for 4 1/2 hours...I mean i was all up for fries and a rematch...that table was pretty easy to rotate and by this time the restaurant had filled up with all new tables around us so no one knew our fabulous trick...I guess you could say we would have had a new audience...
but like i said, we were very calm and dignified as we laughed and shared and talked. On a deeper note I always learn things from these ladies and I feel like they listen to me and my ramblings with big hearts...Oh, and I found the woman who i would like to look like when i am 6 1/2 months pregnant...my cousin. So i hope there are more of these....because yes, not only are we family and so we are genetically tied to eachother...but it's so fun to find out we can be friends and really (and this is for real and not theoretical any more) enjoy eachother.
quote of the evening... "Peace is a process"
thanks again for the dinner...when can we go again?
I ( I mean this theoretical person had there back to the coughing person) was looking across at one of her cousins and watching her face as this random girl kept coughing and coughing, and coughing...seriously it was too much after awhile, I had to look, I mean it was becoming the soundtrack to dinner...theoretically of course...alot of people looked at this girl...she was being so loud...
we however were very poised and calm during our dinner. We did not loose a ring on the floor and then burst out in peels of laughter as we 'lazy-susaned' the table to look for the lost ring. We did not erupt in laughter as the pregnant cousin got out of her chair and started to search for the ring...tears were not running down our faces and she proclaimed she was lead to move her chair to find said ring and return it to it's rightful cousin...I'm sure no one noticed us laughing, or weeping, or moving the table around and around and around...at one point I offered to drink brenda's iced tea-it was right in front of me...theoretically of course... this never actually happened...
because we were all grown women who do not cause scenes in restaurants, or laugh because sometimes silly things are funny...noooooo...silly things are silly and we put them in their place.
After about 4 1/2 hours someone checked her watch...we had been laughing and talking for 4 1/2 hours...I mean i was all up for fries and a rematch...that table was pretty easy to rotate and by this time the restaurant had filled up with all new tables around us so no one knew our fabulous trick...I guess you could say we would have had a new audience...
but like i said, we were very calm and dignified as we laughed and shared and talked. On a deeper note I always learn things from these ladies and I feel like they listen to me and my ramblings with big hearts...Oh, and I found the woman who i would like to look like when i am 6 1/2 months pregnant...my cousin. So i hope there are more of these....because yes, not only are we family and so we are genetically tied to eachother...but it's so fun to find out we can be friends and really (and this is for real and not theoretical any more) enjoy eachother.
quote of the evening... "Peace is a process"
thanks again for the dinner...when can we go again?
Friday, 20 November 2009
Michell, my belle...
so i went through all the pics...and went back to the beginning...back to Boise...and found a really hip friend with awsome 80's fashion sense and rhythm...member the dance parties????
thanks for taking one for the team in antipolo...when my face was so horrid that you went along with me and we took the Burmese cure...
First impression when i met you...you are talented, funny and soul searching, counseling, intuitive and basically a california babe...
the midwifery duties...
You are constantly thinking and dreaming and going for something and you amaze me with your talent and creativity to make things happen and always help people out...member singing floating down the passig river? and 'just for now'...?
loving on little babies with no family...after working a 48 hour shift...who da woman? u da woman!
ode to the colour purple...I feel like this picture is fruedian in that it portrays my secret envy of your beauty so i am blocking you out of the picture...sorry friend...but who can forget the Fabella experience!!!
can anyone say Beverly Hills?
this meant sooooo much to me. thanks for sharing it and being a huge part of my healing...forgiveness takes a moment...healing takes a lifetime...
Your continuity! Walking in the rain to give your mum a dress for her baby and finding out she lives in a bed...with her two little ones...all day with nothing but a bed...It was crazy, but I kept thinking only you would treck out in the rain for someone and think it was no big deal...
ode to chocolate and how it fixed almost every waterfall experience...
I couldn't help myself...
Your namesake...
Crazy classes and making friends
visiting you!
the not so working out escalator picture...but we were all dressed up in spidy shirts and totally the coolest cats in that mall...for real!
diligent...hardworking...buntis...masakit...chicken salad...graham crackers...fundal height...babys!
thanks for teaching me so much and being willing to go first on the bicycle...I will miss seeing you and singing, Michell, my belle...but instead I thought up a new one...Maxwell, she's swell...and your new last name is basically synonymous with coffee so how can you go wrong with that...I so wish i could be with you on your big day...just know that I luv you and my prayers are with you and God bless you and Mike...cause you have been a huge blessing in my life...luv you my most girl!
Sunday, 15 November 2009
Safeway Life
Corwin and Itzak are two of the bag boys I work with. They are "child-like men" who always make me laugh and really brighten my day just because they see things so simply. For instance, today when i was telling Corwin he could not make any jokes or make me smile today because I was having a bad day, he didn't get it. "How can you be having a bad day?" he asked..."the sun is bright, the weather is nice...you can always read comics on-line" and on and on he went...he is obsessed with on-line comics.
He also does "the laugh" after he makes a joke, no matter where he is in the store, if I hear him laugh I always smile...sometimes he is like me, just honestly laughing at his own jokes, but other times it's fake, almost like he is prompting the customers to laugh...it is so funny...these are a sampling of his jokes...
Whenever i hand him a bag of lettuce to bag..."Anybody want a tossed salad...hahahahah" Oh, Corwin. This happens every time I hand him lettuce/bagged/salad/ or anything that can be made into a salad...and it always makes me smile...today was a new one I hadn't heard before, I handed him a container of fresh rasberries and he said, "Splat, anybody ask for jam....hahahahah" then he got on a roll and was telling the costomers about on-line comics...he draws comis during every 15 minute coffee break...he is obsessed....
Itsak on the other hand has his same one line for every single customer with a credit card..."Now we just need you to sign your autograph" He will say this for 10 different costomers in succession... they all know whats coming next as their stuff moves along on the belt and then finally I ring it in...secretly I know that they (allong with me) are just waiting for Itsak to get to his line...maybe he won't say it, maybe he'll forget...but no, everytime, without fail. Day in and day out...oh, Halloween he changed it too, "Now, you can sign your scary autograph...eeeaaaahhhhh" (immitating a ghost noise) I can't wait what for what he'll come up with for christmas....
Today 2 customers said something to me about, "understanding he can't help it" with regard to Corwin...and I was so upset for him, I truly think he is funny. He always asks how I am doing, always offers to help anyone and everyone...He comes into every situation at work with anticipation, like it's going to be new and exciting or something...when all I can think is...more of the same...I don't know... I just haven't had one shift with him where I wasn't caught laughing about something silly he said over and over and over again...and then laughing cause I'm laughing...mostly I am just glad for Corwin and Itzak...they bless me so much...work has been surprisingly fun with them around...
oh then there is Mrs A.....She comes to the till with a cart for her stuff, and always say's, "ouch, ouch, ouch" over and over again in the most random parts of conversation...How are you today Mrs A...? Oh, dear, It is such a lovely day, ouch, ouch, ouch...the weather is so mild, ouch, ouch, ouch...(she is really happy as she is saying all this)...blinking and ouching through the transaction...she always leaves by saying, "God Bless you, ouch, ouch, ouch," and as she is walking away with her cart (smelling alittle like a cat:) I know the crazy cat lady but seriously so sweet) anyway as she is walking away you hear random outbursts of "ouch, ouch, ouch...."
Safeway...sometimes I think about it and smile...
He also does "the laugh" after he makes a joke, no matter where he is in the store, if I hear him laugh I always smile...sometimes he is like me, just honestly laughing at his own jokes, but other times it's fake, almost like he is prompting the customers to laugh...it is so funny...these are a sampling of his jokes...
Whenever i hand him a bag of lettuce to bag..."Anybody want a tossed salad...hahahahah" Oh, Corwin. This happens every time I hand him lettuce/bagged/salad/ or anything that can be made into a salad...and it always makes me smile...today was a new one I hadn't heard before, I handed him a container of fresh rasberries and he said, "Splat, anybody ask for jam....hahahahah" then he got on a roll and was telling the costomers about on-line comics...he draws comis during every 15 minute coffee break...he is obsessed....
Itsak on the other hand has his same one line for every single customer with a credit card..."Now we just need you to sign your autograph" He will say this for 10 different costomers in succession... they all know whats coming next as their stuff moves along on the belt and then finally I ring it in...secretly I know that they (allong with me) are just waiting for Itsak to get to his line...maybe he won't say it, maybe he'll forget...but no, everytime, without fail. Day in and day out...oh, Halloween he changed it too, "Now, you can sign your scary autograph...eeeaaaahhhhh" (immitating a ghost noise) I can't wait what for what he'll come up with for christmas....
Today 2 customers said something to me about, "understanding he can't help it" with regard to Corwin...and I was so upset for him, I truly think he is funny. He always asks how I am doing, always offers to help anyone and everyone...He comes into every situation at work with anticipation, like it's going to be new and exciting or something...when all I can think is...more of the same...I don't know... I just haven't had one shift with him where I wasn't caught laughing about something silly he said over and over and over again...and then laughing cause I'm laughing...mostly I am just glad for Corwin and Itzak...they bless me so much...work has been surprisingly fun with them around...
oh then there is Mrs A.....She comes to the till with a cart for her stuff, and always say's, "ouch, ouch, ouch" over and over again in the most random parts of conversation...How are you today Mrs A...? Oh, dear, It is such a lovely day, ouch, ouch, ouch...the weather is so mild, ouch, ouch, ouch...(she is really happy as she is saying all this)...blinking and ouching through the transaction...she always leaves by saying, "God Bless you, ouch, ouch, ouch," and as she is walking away with her cart (smelling alittle like a cat:) I know the crazy cat lady but seriously so sweet) anyway as she is walking away you hear random outbursts of "ouch, ouch, ouch...."
Safeway...sometimes I think about it and smile...
Thursday, 12 November 2009
the do...
this is my superhero face...not that it has any sort of mystical powers other than to frighten self-checkout safe way shoppers...such is life...
I was going to call my post 'the shag' but thought that might sound inappropriate...I do believe that this style was called the shag though...anyway, my hairdresser asked if I wanted to look like Madonna and I said sure...then later was like, she's like 60...why do I want to look like a 60 year old????
profound i know...
Wednesday, 11 November 2009
I'm here huckleberry...
So looking back at my whiny post I was convicted that God always surprises me with who remember's and who gives a shout out...and my immediate family is very forgiving when i wallow and am a bit of a freak...thank-you Mums and Dad, Andi and Yase, Tris and Leigh...sorry I was being hard on you...and on the world wide web too...
in other news...
emailed a lady who is adopting one of the TLC babies...she wanted my pictures and story of her baby...she is picking her baby up nov 23...she also asked my vote on her new name...which was super sweet...ironically this baby was the first baby I met-right after getting to TLC and after the flight and drive from the airport and being gross and tired they took me to the nursery and I held this little girl and knew that being hands and feet to her while she waited for her family was going to be so fun...fyi...I voted for the names annabell and nathaly...
hung out with an mk from germany and we watched the swiss family robinson...classic...it was 1am and we were killing ourselves over Ernest riding the ostrich...seriously sooo funny...
sometimes I call one of the boys at work Zach-attach cause his name is Zach...I think I frighten him alittle...
found out one of my old high school classmates is a foster mother to two kids...she has had them for 1 month...this girls is so inspirational to me...she has said over and over throughout knowing her ( in high school and beyond) that she feels like she just has all this love that she is supposed to share with others...I've always thought that that was a beautiful was of expressing her desire to meet some of the needs she sees around her...it isn't about the work, the mission or her agenda; it's about the love...
signed up for a course called Statistics next semester...kill me now...
now I am going to work and although i haven't been trained I will be running the self-checkout section...be kind to your local cashiers today...I am a bit nervous...
I now run 6k's 3 times a week...so even though i get lame grades and am having the emotional roller coaster of death semester...I am running and pushing myself a little more...baby steps people...
in other news...
emailed a lady who is adopting one of the TLC babies...she wanted my pictures and story of her baby...she is picking her baby up nov 23...she also asked my vote on her new name...which was super sweet...ironically this baby was the first baby I met-right after getting to TLC and after the flight and drive from the airport and being gross and tired they took me to the nursery and I held this little girl and knew that being hands and feet to her while she waited for her family was going to be so fun...fyi...I voted for the names annabell and nathaly...
hung out with an mk from germany and we watched the swiss family robinson...classic...it was 1am and we were killing ourselves over Ernest riding the ostrich...seriously sooo funny...
sometimes I call one of the boys at work Zach-attach cause his name is Zach...I think I frighten him alittle...
found out one of my old high school classmates is a foster mother to two kids...she has had them for 1 month...this girls is so inspirational to me...she has said over and over throughout knowing her ( in high school and beyond) that she feels like she just has all this love that she is supposed to share with others...I've always thought that that was a beautiful was of expressing her desire to meet some of the needs she sees around her...it isn't about the work, the mission or her agenda; it's about the love...
signed up for a course called Statistics next semester...kill me now...
now I am going to work and although i haven't been trained I will be running the self-checkout section...be kind to your local cashiers today...I am a bit nervous...
I now run 6k's 3 times a week...so even though i get lame grades and am having the emotional roller coaster of death semester...I am running and pushing myself a little more...baby steps people...
Friday, 6 November 2009
New Christmas Music...
this whole playlist thing is kinda addicting...from mafia memories, to vineyard church memories to Nathan Bonney's impact of bright eye's, the ever loveable coldplay...and now christmas...so fun!
Tuesday, 3 November 2009
Wow...
"What's wow?" asks Danny Kaye...to which Bing Crosby replies..."It's in between ouch! and BOING!"
Wow indeed.
Tuesday's nursing class I usually decide to plan my week...it's all about selective hearing and in that class I choose to hear myself think, however, today Linds and I were laughing; our prof was actually funny...get this in class we learned that 3/4 quarters of HIV is spread heterosexually and mostly due to people like football stars who sleep with lots of girls...(I am thinking the winnipeg blue bombers...and then freaking out...did she actually just say that????????) Seriously, it was hilarious...the winnipeg blue bombers are spreading HIV all over canada...it was so ludicrous I almost laughed my totally embarrassing screech of death (but by some miracle I didn't) oh and then she was talking about how people become infertile as they age...and when talking about sperm counts and conception she said, 'they start out crazy swimming fiends and after awhile to get one up there is a huge accomplishment, after awhile they need a boat'...I don't know but today she was actually kinda funny...don't think either of those will be on the test next week...too bad, cause thats what I got out of tonight...
Also sunday school and bible study and commitment to going to both and trying to think and process thru God's love and how I plan to put that into action in my own day to day...you think it sounds simple and then you try to unpack God's love...people it's huge...
the usually emotional freak out on family and then a couple additional one's on friends...
You know how some prof's can do no wrong, and even getting a bad grade from them is like, almost an honor because they are so amazing and make you think and ponder. so,who cares what grade you get....basically I don't ever feel that way about any of my profs anymore...I mean I could have gotten a D from Mr. Lewis and thought he was doing me a favor...and now I feel like,
people. I sit in your lectures for hours on end and listen to you wax on about english and hamlett and literary analysis and then you go and give me bad grades...I don't have time for this...english sucks and I officially can't write and have no style and don't have the ability to be creative on paper...I hate that I am just not getting it fast enough...
I was thinking about doing a series of blobs on a different memory of Ste for all the days of november up until the 13th...just sort of to get some stuff down since this blob is a bit of a diary for me, it's like a witness to my thoughts...but the whole not being able to write issue came up and basically I was like, I can't write...meeeh
It is sad to forget him and not be able to bring stuff up as redily; I don't have pic's of him around much anymore, and most of the people here don't even know I ever had a bro (other than my close friends) it's just more letting go...oh and I work on the 13th...which always is a bit of a lame thing to do...being in the city far from the parentals...wearing a safeway straightjacket and asking people if they have their club card or airmiles today...usually makes for a great emotional experience...this year the fam didn't even remember his birthday other than me...and no one wrote me so it's was just lame...not like I want a party or anything (really I don't think anything will make it better) but even the moments you set aside to remember can end up being a gigantic pile of glass...I don't know where I am going with this blob anymore...it ending up being a real downer...oh well, if you want badly written prose and awkwardly emotional revelations well, you've come to the right place...
wow...
Wow indeed.
Tuesday's nursing class I usually decide to plan my week...it's all about selective hearing and in that class I choose to hear myself think, however, today Linds and I were laughing; our prof was actually funny...get this in class we learned that 3/4 quarters of HIV is spread heterosexually and mostly due to people like football stars who sleep with lots of girls...(I am thinking the winnipeg blue bombers...and then freaking out...did she actually just say that????????) Seriously, it was hilarious...the winnipeg blue bombers are spreading HIV all over canada...it was so ludicrous I almost laughed my totally embarrassing screech of death (but by some miracle I didn't) oh and then she was talking about how people become infertile as they age...and when talking about sperm counts and conception she said, 'they start out crazy swimming fiends and after awhile to get one up there is a huge accomplishment, after awhile they need a boat'...I don't know but today she was actually kinda funny...don't think either of those will be on the test next week...too bad, cause thats what I got out of tonight...
Also sunday school and bible study and commitment to going to both and trying to think and process thru God's love and how I plan to put that into action in my own day to day...you think it sounds simple and then you try to unpack God's love...people it's huge...
the usually emotional freak out on family and then a couple additional one's on friends...
You know how some prof's can do no wrong, and even getting a bad grade from them is like, almost an honor because they are so amazing and make you think and ponder. so,who cares what grade you get....basically I don't ever feel that way about any of my profs anymore...I mean I could have gotten a D from Mr. Lewis and thought he was doing me a favor...and now I feel like,
people. I sit in your lectures for hours on end and listen to you wax on about english and hamlett and literary analysis and then you go and give me bad grades...I don't have time for this...english sucks and I officially can't write and have no style and don't have the ability to be creative on paper...I hate that I am just not getting it fast enough...
I was thinking about doing a series of blobs on a different memory of Ste for all the days of november up until the 13th...just sort of to get some stuff down since this blob is a bit of a diary for me, it's like a witness to my thoughts...but the whole not being able to write issue came up and basically I was like, I can't write...meeeh
It is sad to forget him and not be able to bring stuff up as redily; I don't have pic's of him around much anymore, and most of the people here don't even know I ever had a bro (other than my close friends) it's just more letting go...oh and I work on the 13th...which always is a bit of a lame thing to do...being in the city far from the parentals...wearing a safeway straightjacket and asking people if they have their club card or airmiles today...usually makes for a great emotional experience...this year the fam didn't even remember his birthday other than me...and no one wrote me so it's was just lame...not like I want a party or anything (really I don't think anything will make it better) but even the moments you set aside to remember can end up being a gigantic pile of glass...I don't know where I am going with this blob anymore...it ending up being a real downer...oh well, if you want badly written prose and awkwardly emotional revelations well, you've come to the right place...
wow...
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