I got a job at safeway...was hired on the spot...they saw I had 6 years of cashiering experience and she was like, come back for an interview at 2pm...so thats amazing and good...now I have to be a cashier again and I guess that's good too...no it's good. seriously, I am at peace, God is good.
I joined a bible study. It makes me think...God is good.
Tuesday, 29 September 2009
Friday, 25 September 2009
Family Reunion
My family reunion was amazing, on Sunday we did charades and they asked me to share about South Africa and pray for the boys and girls I 'helped'...but mostly thru the whole family reunion I kept thinking that all the craziness of family and being together and not trying to get on eachothers cases or just learning to love eachother from a distance as well as loving eachother 'up in eachother's face's' ...is not something everyone gets to have...some kids are abandoned, and sometimes there are good reasons and the parents really are crushed to leave their kids but still, it's not like the kid chooses to be left or raised in an institution...she is one such girl...I couldn't communicate with her because she had a lot of special needs and you never knew how much she understood...but one thing she loves is music...and my fav memory is taking the time to be with her when the younger babies were napping, leaving the floor cleaning and bottles to be made to later and putting on the lullaby cd and just holding her and dancing around the room...watching her smile and squeal and be excited cause we were enjoying the music...we couldn't use words and she didn't do well being harrassed by the other kids but we shared a moment in eachothers day and I so wish there could have been moreLast week at this exact time I was hanging with the following peeps of mine...hey that rhymed:) Elijah would notice that!
This is me and Nanay...
Me and the 'sons of thunder' I think thats what we coined but really they are two sweeties...until they want something they can't have...but I luved watching their friendship this weekend...I love knowing that cousins are friends...
We had Opa over and he is so great about the noise and random children that will need around, over or under him ( they come from all directions in enns fam reunions)...it seems he is just the best Grandpa is the whole world...and I luv him so much...thanks for coming over and spending time with us grandpa...
Once again, these are the boys I have lived with off and on over the years...minus ELijah...but I was so shocked by them just running up to hug me and playing with me from the first moment I got there...I thought it would take all my neices and nephews a bit to warm up to me...but Nanay jumped into my arms from the porch as I was walking up the sidewalk and Sim just started talking to me in his grown up way...He freaks me out he talks so well and the processing he does...Oh no, another Enns' processer :) feels like he's soon to be an enns adult and then we'll have to talk the issues out...talk alittle longer...and talk some more...oh well, maybe he needs to be a processer to be in this family....I luv them so much
Thursday, 24 September 2009
Tuesday, 22 September 2009
Blibeddy, Blobetty, Bleeeaaachhhhhh
So here goes....I was going to call this post confessions, but it has now turned into the word vomit I do so well and all you never really cared to know about this past bit in my life...
I started to hate my blog about 4 months ago...I mean viciously hate it with a passion...I thought it was my word vomit and too many uninvited guests were reading it...my sister once told a guy to read my blob if he wanted to know what I was like to ask me out...he never did ask me out...but the point is is that, well after awhile you lose control of this and it can be a bit scary...but really it's my own dumb fault for pouring out my thoughts on the world wide web...seriously who does that!
In Africa on my second set of night shifts I hadn't been sleeping at all during the day, 4 straight days of about 4 hours of sleep total...and then working all night shifts was making me crazy...so one of the german girls had left her half finished bottle of wine on the counter ( she left the country so it was NOT stealing people!) so yes, at 6am I did indeed drink the rest of the bottle and slept for 7 1/2 hours....the rest of my time there the germans mocked me for drinking at 6am...what can I say, I drink to sleep...
I just joined a bible study because a great friend from bible college kinda made me see that I have no accountability in my life...spiritually...I mean, I haven't been to the same church for longer than 3 months ish...in ...well...anyway, the first study was on love and fear...yup, I can almost hear my mother laughing...I would laugh with her except I am actually in the study, so it's just uncomfortable for me...
I just went to a family reunion where we took massive family photo's and it was actually fun...and then I talked to the photographer about birth and was like, man I miss it sooo much, but she brought back funny memories of one girl coming in at about 3am and in the doorway screaming like a banshee with her legs parted and looking like attlia the hun...I think Linds delivered that babe's...pretty funny memory though...thanks Lola...
Oh and then I realized that if i didn't put myself out there on the web I probably wouldn't have kept up with Lola and her life and slowly lost contact with her and well, it just seemed to me that yes, there are always going to be stalkers and people who ready your blob who you think, what the crap! there will always be trials and vexations...but there are also friends out there...and they can teach you things just by living their life...and letting you in for a peek....
So call me a internet junkie, and blogger...whateve's
anyway, I had decided to form a one woman protest against the school for charging 20 to work out this semester at the gym...seriously people, if you only saw the little dungeon of the room they call a gym...I was going to not work out and this was going to be my protest...but then at the family reunion everyone said that I should not protest and just go with it...20 bucks is not much...seriously people!...I stand up for something and you want me to yeild...I picked my battle...this was going to be my battle...oh well, I guess I pick something else to protest about...there seems to be a pluthera of options in my school...but for now, I am 20 poorer and a treadmill happier...
goodnite friends
I started to hate my blog about 4 months ago...I mean viciously hate it with a passion...I thought it was my word vomit and too many uninvited guests were reading it...my sister once told a guy to read my blob if he wanted to know what I was like to ask me out...he never did ask me out...but the point is is that, well after awhile you lose control of this and it can be a bit scary...but really it's my own dumb fault for pouring out my thoughts on the world wide web...seriously who does that!
In Africa on my second set of night shifts I hadn't been sleeping at all during the day, 4 straight days of about 4 hours of sleep total...and then working all night shifts was making me crazy...so one of the german girls had left her half finished bottle of wine on the counter ( she left the country so it was NOT stealing people!) so yes, at 6am I did indeed drink the rest of the bottle and slept for 7 1/2 hours....the rest of my time there the germans mocked me for drinking at 6am...what can I say, I drink to sleep...
I just joined a bible study because a great friend from bible college kinda made me see that I have no accountability in my life...spiritually...I mean, I haven't been to the same church for longer than 3 months ish...in ...well...anyway, the first study was on love and fear...yup, I can almost hear my mother laughing...I would laugh with her except I am actually in the study, so it's just uncomfortable for me...
I just went to a family reunion where we took massive family photo's and it was actually fun...and then I talked to the photographer about birth and was like, man I miss it sooo much, but she brought back funny memories of one girl coming in at about 3am and in the doorway screaming like a banshee with her legs parted and looking like attlia the hun...I think Linds delivered that babe's...pretty funny memory though...thanks Lola...
Oh and then I realized that if i didn't put myself out there on the web I probably wouldn't have kept up with Lola and her life and slowly lost contact with her and well, it just seemed to me that yes, there are always going to be stalkers and people who ready your blob who you think, what the crap! there will always be trials and vexations...but there are also friends out there...and they can teach you things just by living their life...and letting you in for a peek....
So call me a internet junkie, and blogger...whateve's
anyway, I had decided to form a one woman protest against the school for charging 20 to work out this semester at the gym...seriously people, if you only saw the little dungeon of the room they call a gym...I was going to not work out and this was going to be my protest...but then at the family reunion everyone said that I should not protest and just go with it...20 bucks is not much...seriously people!...I stand up for something and you want me to yeild...I picked my battle...this was going to be my battle...oh well, I guess I pick something else to protest about...there seems to be a pluthera of options in my school...but for now, I am 20 poorer and a treadmill happier...
goodnite friends
Thursday, 10 September 2009
Tuesday, 21 July 2009
Abandoned
... by the side of the road, she was malnourished and all alone...
... out in the squatter camps crawling with flies, but old enough to remember things crawling on him, and now he freaks out if it happens...
... there he was, outside the front door of the neighbors house where he shared the dogs food for 3 months...
...his mum went to take a bath and just walked away from him in the hospital a few days after birth...
...his mother brought him to TLC and then walked away and doesn't visit...
...waiting for him to die they just left him in a hospital bed...for 2 years...and then they decided to give him a chance to live...
these are the some of the stories of the babies who I wipe and feed and kiss and cuddle and luv...
they made me cry tonight...
... out in the squatter camps crawling with flies, but old enough to remember things crawling on him, and now he freaks out if it happens...
... there he was, outside the front door of the neighbors house where he shared the dogs food for 3 months...
...his mum went to take a bath and just walked away from him in the hospital a few days after birth...
...his mother brought him to TLC and then walked away and doesn't visit...
...waiting for him to die they just left him in a hospital bed...for 2 years...and then they decided to give him a chance to live...
these are the some of the stories of the babies who I wipe and feed and kiss and cuddle and luv...
they made me cry tonight...
Sunday, 19 July 2009
For the faithful Leigh
He doesn't talk and he doesn't walk...he dolphin's across the floors...everything he does is that much different from all the kids around him and I luv him for it. Already a toddler but so far behind, except for the sparkle in his eye. Even when he is playing with the kids he is off on his own entertaining himself and swimming across the floor, only occasionally resting his head on another kid's body if they happen to be lying down in front of him...but he is very independant.
I know that he gets cold after baths right away because he has no fat on his body, I know that he likes to hold your fingers when you give him a bottle, I know that he rolls over on the change mat to watch what your doing as you get clothes and nappies organized. And I know that when he raises his hands and flicks his fingers at you it means sing me 'Twinkle, Twinkle" and so we sing, sometimes he sort of hums the tune, but mostly I sing and sing and sing and he won't take any other song, I've tried...he just flicks his fingers and I know...
He lets me hold him when he's sad, he cuddles great when he's tired, but he also spits...today was like the marathon of spitting, and I am so tired of fighting with him over his spitting, I am sure I have half a bottle of milk on my face...but at the end of the day as I get him ready for bed, it is twinkle, twinkle and cuddles and sweet faces and kisses, goodnite my prince...I luv you little man...
I know that he gets cold after baths right away because he has no fat on his body, I know that he likes to hold your fingers when you give him a bottle, I know that he rolls over on the change mat to watch what your doing as you get clothes and nappies organized. And I know that when he raises his hands and flicks his fingers at you it means sing me 'Twinkle, Twinkle" and so we sing, sometimes he sort of hums the tune, but mostly I sing and sing and sing and he won't take any other song, I've tried...he just flicks his fingers and I know...
He lets me hold him when he's sad, he cuddles great when he's tired, but he also spits...today was like the marathon of spitting, and I am so tired of fighting with him over his spitting, I am sure I have half a bottle of milk on my face...but at the end of the day as I get him ready for bed, it is twinkle, twinkle and cuddles and sweet faces and kisses, goodnite my prince...I luv you little man...
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