currently I am making applesauce...yup, I have been plodding along with the whole cooking resolution. This morning I made pancakes, what can I say, I am slowly turning into a domestic diva...PS that was a joke. I really find cooking intimidating even after almost 5 months of this resolution. But I have been thinking about it, and realizing that there was never a meal that my grandma made she was ever completely satisfied with. I dream of cooking like my grandma, if I feel unhappy about every meal i make but turn out food like her; I am in good company.
I was bemoaning the fact that I haven't made anything this week except pancakes, when my roomie Lexi told me that I 'make' my roomates happy...now that is a recipe for success people...
in a few moments i will be off to clean apartments and change sheets, maybe i can do some laundry too. Doing laundry and getting paid, this is truly a blessed place.
Tomorrow we might-as roomates-make a crepe breakfast...with boiled eggs...cause i randomly confessed that I have always thought that breakfast with boiled eggs is so...so... breakfasty? it's funny though, cause i am not an eggs first thing kind of person. That is, i don't wake up in the morning and feel like an egg. Ever. Not scrambled, or fried, or poached, or deviled...but for some reason, little boiled eggs, in egg cups, with fruit and coffee and crepes sounds so decadent and yummy.
So this summer, I clean, i cook, I egg...
Saturday, 15 May 2010
Monday, 10 May 2010
things i like and don't like
my job involves alot of moving and crawling and scrubbing...getting on all fours and sometimes putting my face right into a toilet bowl...it's intense...me and excrement, we're tight like that.
Cleaning up after university students and realizing that once again, people aren't all that they seem.
Take for instance the farm boys on third floor concord, they wiped their walls and even attempted a thorough oven clean. Impressive, makes my life a whole lot easier. I heart farm boys (not really but for the purpose of this blog, i do) It has been illuminating to realize that princess prairie isn't perfect, she can't clean an oven-or just left it for me to clean.
Then there is the nicest group of girls on campus, always willing to help out, lead a bible study, pray with people...but apparently they have no time to clean. They left their apartment a disaster. That wasn't the worst of it though, 3 good mennonite boys, easy going, normal looking...I shudder to even think about what their apartment looked like when I walked in the first time. And this was after the maintenance staff had pity on us and cleaned the toilet and tub for us. Oozing muck along the fridge bottom, rotten garbage, kitchen cupboards full of stuff. In a word, heinous.
But the all time shocker goes to the resident 'everyone wants to date him, all round heart throb, music major'; he left dirty boxer shorts and socks all over his room. And his toilet is rimmed in excrement and pee. All I had time to do was shut the door and try to forget that I could be assigned his room tomorrow.
I am not a neat freak, or even the cleanest person around. For me personally, I usually just tidy and call it 'done'...but getting one-on-one with some serious grime and 'people' dirt has lead me to call this attitude into question. I can handle my dirt, tidy my mess...but why can't I handle yours? or anyone elses for that matter...yours sucks...for real.
Then comes a profoundly shocking new revelation for me...I love to kill other people's dirt, banish it from every surface, scrape it into the garbage, rinse it down the drain and look around at the wonder of what I have just accomplished. Die! Die! Die! I love the feeling. It's like I have won a battle with all the forces of nasty germiness. I have prevailed against the forces of grime and dust. And when i leave that bathroom and shut the door behind me, I take one last look just to see the shimmering beauty of a clean toilet winking back at me. So rewarding. I am spartacus.
Cleaning up after university students and realizing that once again, people aren't all that they seem.
Take for instance the farm boys on third floor concord, they wiped their walls and even attempted a thorough oven clean. Impressive, makes my life a whole lot easier. I heart farm boys (not really but for the purpose of this blog, i do) It has been illuminating to realize that princess prairie isn't perfect, she can't clean an oven-or just left it for me to clean.
Then there is the nicest group of girls on campus, always willing to help out, lead a bible study, pray with people...but apparently they have no time to clean. They left their apartment a disaster. That wasn't the worst of it though, 3 good mennonite boys, easy going, normal looking...I shudder to even think about what their apartment looked like when I walked in the first time. And this was after the maintenance staff had pity on us and cleaned the toilet and tub for us. Oozing muck along the fridge bottom, rotten garbage, kitchen cupboards full of stuff. In a word, heinous.
But the all time shocker goes to the resident 'everyone wants to date him, all round heart throb, music major'; he left dirty boxer shorts and socks all over his room. And his toilet is rimmed in excrement and pee. All I had time to do was shut the door and try to forget that I could be assigned his room tomorrow.
I am not a neat freak, or even the cleanest person around. For me personally, I usually just tidy and call it 'done'...but getting one-on-one with some serious grime and 'people' dirt has lead me to call this attitude into question. I can handle my dirt, tidy my mess...but why can't I handle yours? or anyone elses for that matter...yours sucks...for real.
Then comes a profoundly shocking new revelation for me...I love to kill other people's dirt, banish it from every surface, scrape it into the garbage, rinse it down the drain and look around at the wonder of what I have just accomplished. Die! Die! Die! I love the feeling. It's like I have won a battle with all the forces of nasty germiness. I have prevailed against the forces of grime and dust. And when i leave that bathroom and shut the door behind me, I take one last look just to see the shimmering beauty of a clean toilet winking back at me. So rewarding. I am spartacus.
Saturday, 8 May 2010
maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
mirror, mirror, on the wall
mums is the fairest one of all
she can cook for a hundred and two
entertain and what have you
she will ride the roller coaster
will play Catan when you come over
she runs, she is known to be firm
you don't even know the term-
she is 'the firm'.
whether it's hot or cold weather
she can always do better,
than the silly old weather.
Life is party, no whining
while your dining,
with this hostess,
she's the mostest
just a little caffeine in her system
and she can go energizer
not organizer, energizer...
exerciser
nothing she can't do
just don't 'organize-her'
but of all the things she does well
she is better than best
a mother like no other
a gaming, hostess, missiological,
quirky, americano, friendly, gardener,
cook, waitress, and secretary too,
but don't forget friend and
listener, praying,
prophetess you...
my mother
i love you
mums is the fairest one of all
she can cook for a hundred and two
entertain and what have you
she will ride the roller coaster
will play Catan when you come over
she runs, she is known to be firm
you don't even know the term-
she is 'the firm'.
whether it's hot or cold weather
she can always do better,
than the silly old weather.
Life is party, no whining
while your dining,
with this hostess,
she's the mostest
just a little caffeine in her system
and she can go energizer
not organizer, energizer...
exerciser
nothing she can't do
just don't 'organize-her'
but of all the things she does well
she is better than best
a mother like no other
a gaming, hostess, missiological,
quirky, americano, friendly, gardener,
cook, waitress, and secretary too,
but don't forget friend and
listener, praying,
prophetess you...
my mother
i love you
Tuesday, 4 May 2010
Happy Birthday Chick
But as usually happens in long journeys, the unexpected can suddenly happen. And life was no different for these little ones than for any other lamb. Suddenly, without any warning, Bright died. Death brought rolling dark clouds into the little valley. Clouds that made everything gray, clouds that brought thunder and lightning. They poured into the little valley, bringing a storm that wouldn't go away. It was being caught in the heaviest fog, making everything appear hazy. Life wasn't as clear anymore. Sorrow's heavy hand slowly, inch by inch snuffed out the light. The rain crashed down, filling the valley with the weight of loss. For the remaining three little lambs, loosing Bright was like drowning. The three little lambs could only watch helplessly as their whole world went dark.
For Passion, the relentless rain forced her out of the safety of the valley. She, with heavy steps, walked away from all that she knew to push higher. The fiery passion which drove her in all she did, slowly died to an ember. The loss of Bright was the loss of her home, her comfort, her safety. It threw her out to the furthest reaches of the earth. Grief confronted her with towering mountains on every side. But for everything she lost she gained God's gift of faith. Faith to climb those giants blocking her path, with each stumble and fall, she learned the strength of rising back to her feet. She learned a faith to take the next step, no matter how hard. Faith taught her to trust that each step would bring her closer to the one she loved.
For Passion, the relentless rain forced her out of the safety of the valley. She, with heavy steps, walked away from all that she knew to push higher. The fiery passion which drove her in all she did, slowly died to an ember. The loss of Bright was the loss of her home, her comfort, her safety. It threw her out to the furthest reaches of the earth. Grief confronted her with towering mountains on every side. But for everything she lost she gained God's gift of faith. Faith to climb those giants blocking her path, with each stumble and fall, she learned the strength of rising back to her feet. She learned a faith to take the next step, no matter how hard. Faith taught her to trust that each step would bring her closer to the one she loved.
Saturday, 1 May 2010
No make-up May
yup.
I figure the ovens just don't need that much trying from me. speaking of ovens, I can clean them...I can clean them good...
also, my computer crashed. I have been living a computer-less existence for about a week now, other than the computer lab (when it's open) I told my sister about it, and she told me to pray for another one...I laughed. I mean, last I knew God owned a thousand cattle, not computers...but I did kind of throw out a 'would ya, could ya' prayer...mostly I think God thinks I obsess way too much about his cattle instead of tending to my life...
I cooked sweet potato casserole, but the oven broke, so it only half-cooked...the other day my roomate Lexi's fiancee decided that he needed to figure out the oven when he dropped her off at the apartment, he proceeded to play with all the little buttons and then figured he knew how it worked...but now it's broken so I am not so sure about him figuring out the oven...
thats it. yup pretty lame post, but I am enjoying life without homework and putting the radio on and just cleaning...
I figure the ovens just don't need that much trying from me. speaking of ovens, I can clean them...I can clean them good...
also, my computer crashed. I have been living a computer-less existence for about a week now, other than the computer lab (when it's open) I told my sister about it, and she told me to pray for another one...I laughed. I mean, last I knew God owned a thousand cattle, not computers...but I did kind of throw out a 'would ya, could ya' prayer...mostly I think God thinks I obsess way too much about his cattle instead of tending to my life...
I cooked sweet potato casserole, but the oven broke, so it only half-cooked...the other day my roomate Lexi's fiancee decided that he needed to figure out the oven when he dropped her off at the apartment, he proceeded to play with all the little buttons and then figured he knew how it worked...but now it's broken so I am not so sure about him figuring out the oven...
thats it. yup pretty lame post, but I am enjoying life without homework and putting the radio on and just cleaning...
Sunday, 25 April 2010
Highlight
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)...
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)...
Friday, 23 April 2010
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...
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...
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