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This week was kinda redonk...but thankfully God knew that I needed extra help so He sent my cuz to winnipeg...yes, Ryan came to be in winnipeg...because I needed family. And we went for sushi and saw comedies which made me laugh really loud out in public, which I should only do around people who truly love me, but Ryan was there so I knew he would beat anyone who dared to mock me...or simply tell me to be quieter please...
He is gone now, sadly, so I have reverted back to trying as hard as I can not to laugh in public...and I never gave him back his thumb drive, but he said that was OK...life's just not as fun not knowing how long it might be before I get to laugh out in public again with my own personal security guard...
that part of my week was the great white buffalo...
now I am cleaning copious amounts of oven's and making beds and wiping walls and moving furniture...but still I had an amazing week...because God knew that I needed someone to vent to, and also to tell me that family will love you no matter what you do or how you 'fail' (your GPA requirements)...

Update...

My sisters brood seems to be on the mend, Isaiah included...thanks for prayers...

in other news, ran into my stats prof and told him I cried after the final, (we're tight like that...did I tell you we even worked out side by side one time???? that is a whole nother post...oh my, )
ANYWAY, he told me I had nothing to worry about, and proceeded to tell me I did fine. At the end of this conversation I realized he was thinking I was someone else, so I had to tell him my name and then he kinda coughed and said, "well you didn't fail..."

moral of the story, stats profs never remember names...

Fevers

So just found out my nephew Isaiah has come down with fevers again. Right now they live a plane ride away from hospital help.

Please pray he doesn't have a relapse of what happened in October with the week long hospital stay trying to lower his fever...

Gahenna

i think i just bombed my statistics final exam...boom...there goes the plan...

pretty much sat down and wondered if i was in the wrong exam room

i am so upset i can't even take a nap and i need one...

i have slept about 4 hours a nite the past week...mostly cause i am worrying...

so after all the effort of moving to another province, taking a year and a half to get up to requirement standards, gaining weight and loosing any sort of confidence in myself, i just blew it in roughly 2 hours...

now i am just a girl with a big bum. period.

thank goodness for great white buffalo's

exam madness...i haven't studied today....i am so dead...

The other lambs discussed the gifts they had been given and these were some of their thoughts. Talent didn't see why she needed hope because she was always able to make whatever result she wanted to, happen herself. Passion decided she certainly didn't need faith because the mountains were far off in the distance, she didn't care what was beyond the valley. Her passion was the valley and nothing else existed. And Although they all shuddered to even think about death, Bright declared that he would prove his love was stronger than even death. The lambs were soon competing to show the strength of their love towards each other. This discussion became heated as Talent claimed to love everyone else longer. Her birth being the earliest than the other 3. This made the others quite upset over the thought that they loved somehow less-even if it would only be measured by length- then one of the other of the 4 lambs. Bright, as usual got the last word as he normally did. Crying, "I loved you just as long as you loved me, I loved you even when I was a wasn't."
And with that the 4 silly lambs burst out laughing and soon were rolling around in the lush grass overcome by the simplicity of being able to be with each other. And as the day drew to a close the little lambs continued on with life in the normal way, the visit with God was put behind them, they soon forgot about the promise He made or to wait for His gifts. This was how life continued for the 4 little lambs, one fine day after another. Each happy to pursue their desires and wishes, each remaining in the valley, finding comfort and joy in being together. So years passed without testing their love, without growing their faith, and without any need for hope beyond what they could already see.

Fart 2...

On one very normal day, God went walking in the valley. There He saw the 4 little lambs being merry, and His laughter at their ridiculous play caught the lambs attention. As little lambs are curious by nature, the 4 quickly approached God, and finding Him kind and gentle they instantly loved him. He played with them for quite some time. When he was preparing to leave them they, being lambs and also silly by nature, asked Him for a gift. They wanted something to remember God by, just a token. A tangible reminder that he had come down to the valley and seen them. A gift so they show everyone how God had played with them. With a gentle smile God asked the little lambs what they had in mind, not needing more encouragement, fanciful dreams of grandeur, riches and adventure poured forth from the 4 silly lambs.
And although God could have given them what they asked for right then and there, His answer to their pleading didn't seem to satisfy their demands and only puzzled the 4 friends. His reply went something like this, "Little lambs, on the journey ahead of you, your going to need much more than riches and glory to keep you strong and able to walk the path of life. So here are the gifts I promise to give you to help you along the way. Hope, to see beyond what things are, even if you have to wait patiently for what is to change. Faith, to move mountains that rise up above you and threaten to block your way. And finally, I will give you Love. A Love that is stronger than even the power of death. These are my promises to you little lambs."
And just like that He disappeared.
Bewildered, the 4 little lambs looked at each other disappointed and very confused. Quiet thought to herself how sad it was that God hadn't given them anything to show the rest of the flock. Something that would have made others believe that God had spent time with them. A lock of hair, his hat, or glove, even a button off of a shoe would've been nice.

My dad wrote me an email saying that I should have named quiet, blossom...that made me so happy...mum wrote and said she cried...and andi said she liked it so that kinda made the little lambs in my head keep coming back, they made me write some more...but I am still studying physiology and the urinary system too...my brain is a multiplayer...

sometimes i think about revenge...

a theme wedding...

it would be musical/ballerina...

and yes, that means that all the the bridesmaids and groomsmen would have to wear body-tards (whatever they call them) in grey...Yes grey...and the girls would have little pink tu-tu's and then guys will have black ones with black bow ties...

it would be outside in a public park and everyone would be barefoot (who cares if you step in dog/horse crap)...

there would be an open invitation into the newspaper for all around to come...and bring their own blanket to sit on...for a sunrise ceremony...in the rain...it must be raining and tents will be provided for the audience only...

sisters of the bride might be made to sing "sister's" from white christmas as a special number...

upon completion of the ceremony following after the bride and groom each bridesmaid must piroette and leap into the arms of their paired groomsmen (in keeping of the theme of course) where upon they too will be carried past the mass of onlookers...up onto a horse (yes, somehow they would sneek in too) where they would (the bridal party) break into a special number...because it is a musical wedding...

the bridal party must be in the rain or the effect will be completely lost...a special picture taking ceremony will comence after the service...in the rain as well...with the horses too...

and just to make things awkward there would be an invitation only reception about a 2 hour drive away from the place where the wedding would take place...thereby completely claiming the whole day of anyone associated with this lucky pair....

no children will be allowed to attend the reception so people would have to get sitters or leave their children at a local day-care rented out for the evening/night...

a 7 course meal will be served...to the special ones gathered...along with a 7 hour program of slide shows and special moments that must be brought up on 'the big day'...

the bridal party would have to wear their 'tards' the whole time...

there would be a special picture taking of the bridal party at sunset because that's when the sun is setting and great pictures can be had (of course) the bridal party would still be in the 'tards'... these would be the dry pictures as opposed to the previous pictures in the rain...

by the time the reception would completely end it will be well into the night and another picture taking ceremony must be taken to show the effects of one whole day of celebration...

the bride and groom would then leave the country for a period of time so that by the time they return... all will be friends again...


I think this little scenario ended up encapsulating my most cynical thoughts towards weddings... i took a personality test that says i'm neurotic...surprise, surprise...went shopping with the bride and fellow bridesmaids today for another 9am-4pm marathon of doom...but the bridesmaid dress is bought and paid for...it was something the bridesmaids all liked better than the bride i think and so now i feel guilty about sharing witht he bride, insecurities that my new to me bum (as in 10 lbs more of it) does not so much like to be flaunted in a form fitting siloette and successfully steared the bride away from a mermaid style bridesmaid choice...once again successfully putting my vanity over the brides and loosing so many of my new found bridesmaid points...ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh i think the bride is ok with the decision...but she would have prefered a mermaid, but i so don't need any more attention drawn to my enns' tail fin...so on my goal of reinventing myself as the perfect bridesmaid i would have to score as follows...
saying yes and getting excited...10
being supportive...10
offering to help if needs arise...10
throwing a wicked awsome shower...10
manipulating the bridesmaid dress choice...-10
...
30/40=B for bad bridesmaid....
must try harder...

this is what i do while i study for exams...because i have no life...

Part 1
once there were 4 little lambs...each a different, unique, but equally special lamb. They lived in a valley, surrounded by rolling hills full of lush greenery. Far off in the distance the shadows of towering mountains loomed; but the little lambs were content in their small valley, and had no worries of the far off mountains. Being little, and full of energy the 4 little lambs played and made mischief aplenty.
but wait, introductions must be made...First there was Talent, a lovely golden fleeced lamb, she was named Talent because she was always the best at whatever she did. If she decided to enter a contest, she won it. If she decided to play an instrument she made it sing. Her abilities set her apart and made her stand out in the whole flock. Next there was Passion, a dark coated beauty, she was fiery and spirited. Her passion drove her, and she had a knack for dragging the others right along with her. She would never leave the others behind, once Passion was excited there was no turning back. She was like a spark that could cause a raging forest fire once ignited. After her came Quiet, she was neither dark, nor light coated. She was a blend of the other two sheep's extremes, but because she was always watching the other lambs she forgot to say or do much. She so loved having fun, she forgot to pay attention to anything other than the antics of the lambs she loved. Her happiness at being with the others gave her comfort and she never looked any further than the 4 of them. But wait, there was still one more, the littlest was Bright. Bright, being the youngest was always trying to make up for being the smallest. He pushed himself to compete at a higher level in order to best the other 3. His determination to be a force to be recon'd with, could get annoying. But his presence was light to Talent, Passion and Quiet, which he often used to dazzled them.
It was the most natural thing in the world for them to love each other. Their love spilled over into hearty laughter and rambunctious joy when they got along. And when they would fight, that love would pull them back together, no matter what kind of argument was had. Each lamb contributing to form a strong bond, like a cord that couldn't be broken. Their relationship was like curling up on the most comfortable bed and falling into a peaceful sleep.

k so there might not ever be a part 2 ever published...but sometimes I think about lambs and sheep and childrens stories and so part 1 kinda just happened...we'll see if these lambs ever come back into my imagination...

April Fools...I am still a cashier...

that's what i thought yesterday as I finished 2 hours of statistics group, then class and then headed off to work the late shift at Safeway. It's funny. But so not. But funny.
Itsak wasn't there yesterday, but sometimes he catches me on facebook and informs me that Safeway is the highlight of his life and he wished he could work more often...I throw up a little inside my mouth and then feel truly guilty for not enjoying the good about a grocery store more...mostly my favorite customers...
one little guy is mute, he only talks in garbles, and I used to think he could hear me but after chatting his ear off once, he put up his hand to stop me, pointed to a notepad, and then picked up a pen and handed it to me...ever since then we write notes to eachother...he is so cute...he gestures and rolls his eyes if he's excited and looks so feirce if he can't find something. I go traipsing after him trying to guess at what he really wants. I am sure he thinks I am crazy, but I think he's great. One time he won a vacuum cleaner, a dust buster, during a promotional game put on by the company...we must of looked insane as I am trying to tell him congratulations and he is pointing to paper and madly gesturing that he can't understand...so I settled for clapping my hands and giving him a thumbs up which then set him off, rolling his eyes and jumping up and down...we were doing this at the customer service part of the store...basically anyone entering or leaving the store had to walk past us...but I didn't really care...
then there is Jon the produce guy, I think he is taking a break from university this year and working so he is pretty young, but mostly, he is samwise gamges (spelling?)...he is a hobbit and is so serious about everything. I can't stop smiling whenever he rolls a cart of produce by where I am working. He is constantly amazed that i smile so much at work,wondering if I am faking it...I got in trouble for talking to him once, the manager told me to look busy instead. Unfortunaltely I made the mistake of telling Jon about that one time. So now, whenever i start to say something, even just hi, he gives me his serious face and says, "You aren't supposed to talk to me. Your not allowed." This week i asked him if he celebrates easter, he told me, "I am a Jew." because that explains everything apparently. Then he said, "Are you going to stop talking to me now." i thought that was the funniest thing i had heard all day, he didn't get it...
so when i am asking strange men for their phone numbers and putting endless amounts of organic produce through the till, wondering when i will ever not be a cashier, I have to think about the good parts...and smile.