nutrition fyi

Isn't is weird how talking about food for a 3 hour class in the evening can make you so hungry you will be snacking for the 3 hours following the class because food is, fascinating, to say the least. My nutrition prof is probably the most soft spoken man i have ever had to strain to hear for a 3 hour time period (I realized this after going to biology with awkward advisor this morning and feeling like the whole room was echoing with his voice-the same room where last nite I felt like I should invest in a hearing aid).
Besides the fact it was making my ears tired and giving me hunger pains, I found myself completely fascinated by the different ways nutrition affects life and how many ways it is incorporated into healthcare in general. Did you know that GP's (general practitioners) only get 20 hours of clinical in nutrition? Or that sugar affects our serotonin levels and actually acts as a calming 'drug' if you will; I found that fascinating. I guess Prozac is used to release serotonin and calm depressed people down. But I kept thinking i should probably just eat a chocolate bar the next time I feel like I am in the depths of despair.
Basically, although the prof said that nutrition cannot solve the problems of the world, he did explain quite vividly how the lack or imbalance of proper nutrition has certainly contributed to many of the problems of the world. And afterwards I got to thinking, maybe if everyone ate a chocolate before they made any major decision in life they would be a bit calmer about the whole ordeal and not freak out quite as much. Or maybe I am just talking about me, but i still think it might be worth an experiment for some top secret government plan and of course limitless funding to try to achieve world peace with chocolate...I would be a willing participant should the need arise to serve my country in such a way.

And then there were 4

So far so good, i got into another class which bumps up my course load to 4...hence the title for this post...but first a summation of the first days here. I live on a floor where they have named the bathroom and shower stalls, so far I shower in Kierkegaard and pee in Aristotle...I don't know if they think this will help us get smarter-something like listening to Mozart when your pregnant to have a genius baby-whatever it is, I could use all the help I can get. The heater decided to break last nite and so for 4 hours my room got gradually colder and colder, the whole dorm was freezing, and the residence director was almost to the point of making us camp out in some warmer building for the night...thankfully at midnite the boiler was fixed and there was much sleep to be had.
Because the dorms have an open door policy with the mens residence across the hall there are a steady stream of boys at all hours on my floor. This is quite new to my dormatory experiences but so far has been quite manageable.
Today I went to biology, I guess I had it in my head that my teacher would be an older biology geek with a silver beard and much wisdom with an eccentric sort of presentation. In fact the guy who walked in to teach is probably one of the younger faculty carrying his apple computer and it gets funnier in that most of our topic in class today dealt with reproduction. I know, i was like, no matter where I go, it's all about babies. Not that he wasn't a geek with an eccentric way of presenting the material, or that he had no wisdom, it was just weird to see someone closer to my age than i am to the student sitting next to me, teaching me about the definition of species and the ability to reproduce. It looks to be an interesting class with the potential for hilariously awkward moments.
I gave myself the tour of campus, all but the gym...I tried to find it but got intimidated with all the jocks in their offices and so left that for another days adventure.
PS, In orientation for new students i was told to find out who my advisor is and to go introduce myself to that person, punch line; biology teacher...yup, like I said looks to have the potential for awkwardly hilarious memories for me and of course you all cause i will share my shame on the world wide web...like a shamelessly, shameless mennonite....today our conversation went sort of like, hi, I was told to introduce myself to you...your my advisor...congratulations to you ( I didn't actually say that) and then we were both at a loss of what to say. He asked me to sit down, so i did (he is my advisor after all) and then welcomed me and gave me a shpeel about being there for me...and i said I have nothing to really talk about yet, but I will remember that he is there for me and then I left. Touching actually.
and thats all for now...

They are all 12

I now live in a place called 'friendly' and so far I have found it to be quite true; my amazing friend Linds and fam are friendly, the bus driver is friendly, Adelia my advisor is friendly, Justin the 18 year old student is friendly...I also go to an 'innovative' school; waiting for the bus in -30 weather was innovative for me, so was buying a wire for my internet connection, as well as going to an anglican service this morning with Sam the jewish guy who had never been to church before...hopefully some of both the friendliness and innovativeness of this place rub off on me.
The other fact of my life is living in dorms with all the freshmen...and yes, they are all wondering just how old I am...I can feel them start counting years when i say I've graduated from college before and gone on missions etc...and all of a sudden I feel menopausal...yes, I do feel a bit old at 27 when they give me that look and say-you don't look that old! But I am.
I start classes tomorrow and hopefully buy books and a bus pass and get my resume printed and organize my existence and then calm down a bit after the snow settles.
Weather wise it looks to be -28 with a wind chill of -40's all week...should be exciting...

Happy New Year

So, apparently the blog will continue, being as my family lives all over and I don't really email-they decided I should blog. And being that i am-relatively speaking-an obedient daughter i graciously acquiesced. And since it's the start of a new year I thought it would be a brilliant way of reintroducing the blob. Mostly I am brilliant and I know it. Unfortunately I have lame hair and I know that too. So here's another go at this thing...Letter to Jesus-Enns family tradition # 1679

Dear Jesus,
You can do whatever you want with me this year.
Thanks for the 27 other years. I love you as much as I know how but keep teaching me better.
Amen

farewell to blogville

I am taking a brief hiatus, it would be nice if it actually last for awhile though it might mean that i got a life instead of had to blog about trying to get one...thats kind of what blogging has turned into lately...a little bit of a peek but only as much as I want you to see...and then I start doing that with the whole world and realize one day that I am a virtual, virtual Dwight Shroot...where everything is exactly the same except I can fly...
I think thats ultimately the point, I am not fooling anyone but myself, so off i go...back into the real world where I can't fly anymore and i loose control and things are a bit more grey than I would like and life is about living...not blogville-therapy...
but just in case you wanted to know, Clay and Kayla are married and it was such a priveledge and joy to be a part of their wedding. I didn't really break down until they danced their first dance ( you have to understand that they have been dancing together for years and are both amazing dancers). Watching my friend sweep across the floor being led by her new husband was this huge romantic thing but then i looked close and could see her enjoying that moment and as Anne would say, "drinking it in" closing her eye's and just being in that moment. celebrating her big day by dancing with the man she loves...i bawled, but stayed behind linds so i wouldn't be seen...
then getting her house ready with alex and linds and heading out at 4:30am the next day to come home to everything i left behind...
I started blogging cause i was in this great adventure with these same great friends, full of anticipation, anxiety and desperation to connect with someone. And at the wedding I realized I found connections with those girls that have lasted thru highs and lows and even the everyday in between...It 's isn't what I thought I needed at the time or what i was striving for but God is good and His plans have been filling up alot of the emptiness in me...so instead of this uber career as a midwife saving lives in the wilds of asia i celebrated friendship this week and as the good book says, my cup runneth over.

be sure your sins will find you out

those words have haunted me all my life...the sunday school teacher whispering it before a closing prayer inviting confession...the christian organization who implores you to 'come clean' because only clean tools can work in dirt...ironically...i guess if you know you are 'clean' then while you are working you can point the finger explaining that you are clean...the dirt is someone elses...you are a pure tool of God and there is no dirt on you...

well, I've been the 'tool' in the modern slang sense of the word...

it took me 26 years to admit the dirt, and now I don't know

but I am in Kalispell getting ready for the wedding of the ages:) and having marriage talks galore...another irony...

but i read a good book lately and today i chose to live in the shalom of God...which is much more than peace, it's the covering, the fullness of Him and this dirty tool can choose that today.

this makes no sense to most people but neither does my life right now...what can i say I am just a tool...

life

worked a 12 hour day on wednesday and at the end of it,my sister lets me know she's taking caster oil so just be prepared for a call. 3am thursday morning I get a call-whom might it be??? none other than laboring sister #1...I go to her house and fitfully sleep until 7am in which I get a call that nothing has really happened reinforcments are coming and I can go to work at 8:30am..oh joy...7:45am as I am feeding the kid's breaky I get a call with cooing on the other line...WHAAAA they said nothing was happening. apparently all it takes is alittle water and out comes Lazarus Miller...the boys and I get all dressed with the help of Auntie Louise (super mom) and I head to the hospital for a peek at Laz and then work...
sleepy little old man face with expressions like Elijah...cute...7lbs and 9oz and alittle over 38 weeks...
I work until 1pm...realize I haven't eaten and need to sleep or will keal over...(lets call it excitment) but Ihave to do laundry while I sleep so I can feel like I am calming down...
3pm I still haven't slept...
decide to drive to the airport cause there is nothing better to do...traffic...traffic...and rush hour delay me so I get there only 15 minutes before the plane lands...
05:27pm notice the hair cut and he brought a coat...smart man...
ate again...drove home and talked with company and Yase for awhile and then Yase went to the happy wife and Ken and I watched Bride and Prejudice...hehehehehe my choice...
this has been a good day...
good nite