I know I've been blogging a lot lately, but I just can't bring myself to end this semester with "Snow Goose, Call of the Wild"- sets the bar too high for next year.
There's a lot happening tomorrow. For one, I'm flying to B.C. at 2:00pm with James Glenn Harskamp, where I will be spending the holidays. Woop woop!
This marks the first time in my life that I will not be home for Christmas, which makes both me, and my mom, a little sad. Not to worry though, with a little pre-planning, we were able to pull off our traditional family gourmet dinner last night, and it was spectacular. Sixteen of us around a table, only about half of us actually having a bit of a clue about tasty dishes (myself not included) and a lot of singing.
Gold. But I am excited to head out West.
It's now 1:00 am and whatever I thought was so pressing to blog about has left me, no doubt for a better writer. Good Riddance.
And good night.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
three french hens
I want to start this blog with a big list of regrets
1) no pictures.
2) we did too many things and took too little pictures
3) the fact that I can hardly recall what we all did this semester because I have no pictures to jog my memory.
End of list of regrets
But here's a list of some good things I remember
1) Karaoke with our house
2) Purple van man
3) Sauble Beach!
4) dancing downtown
5) "what's new with you" England parties
6) free movies on demand thanks to Ally's LIES
7) Moppers!
8) Irish pubs
9) Sex jokes with the married friends
10) Wine and cheese party at the boy's house
11) Polka dot party
12) Under the Sea shabang
13) Tim's gig/ Allasaurus concert
14) Montanna's for drinks- just like old times
15) Waxing my legs with Robyn on the kitchen floor :) horrifying.
16) 'my heart will go on" on the Wii American Idol- (just for the record Robyn- I won. Nailed that last note)
17) LENNY! Our lobster prank that almost cost me my relationship
18) 2008 Tacky Sweater Christmas Party
19) Hike through Fall
20) Kuyper's Cafe: spellbound by Craig's genius
21) Zebra muscles ( that one was made up)
22) Firecracker prank on the boys front step.. gold.
23) GREAT meals with the house, and our adopted boys. (James, Ryan, Tim)
24) Sunday soup bonding hour. Priceless.
25) pillow fight in our underwears. aaaaaaaahahahhahhah
26) Trina took to sewing, cooking, mending, and cleaning house for pay. What a woman.
27) Robyn got a tattooooooooo!
28) suprise flowers from James (a personal highlight, in case you're interested)
29) cooking time with Robyn- always a reason to hit the "sauce" a little early :)
30) Half- made fort. I love forts.
31) BIG MAC AT 3 a.m, after forcing Trine to get up and drive us. Again, what a woman.
32) Getting woken up by James at 8 am, walking to Timmies for breakfast, and being there long enough to hit up lunch. Fantastic
33) Danielle's birthday. Which got a little out of hand, thanks to Ryan Geoffrey Gelense. But memorable nonetheless.
34) EXAM TIMES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
35) you know the list is too long when Exams make "memorable moments"
The end.
1) no pictures.
2) we did too many things and took too little pictures
3) the fact that I can hardly recall what we all did this semester because I have no pictures to jog my memory.
End of list of regrets
But here's a list of some good things I remember
1) Karaoke with our house
2) Purple van man
3) Sauble Beach!
4) dancing downtown
5) "what's new with you" England parties
6) free movies on demand thanks to Ally's LIES
7) Moppers!
8) Irish pubs
9) Sex jokes with the married friends
10) Wine and cheese party at the boy's house
11) Polka dot party
12) Under the Sea shabang
13) Tim's gig/ Allasaurus concert
14) Montanna's for drinks- just like old times
15) Waxing my legs with Robyn on the kitchen floor :) horrifying.
16) 'my heart will go on" on the Wii American Idol- (just for the record Robyn- I won. Nailed that last note)
17) LENNY! Our lobster prank that almost cost me my relationship
18) 2008 Tacky Sweater Christmas Party
19) Hike through Fall
20) Kuyper's Cafe: spellbound by Craig's genius
21) Zebra muscles ( that one was made up)
22) Firecracker prank on the boys front step.. gold.
23) GREAT meals with the house, and our adopted boys. (James, Ryan, Tim)
24) Sunday soup bonding hour. Priceless.
25) pillow fight in our underwears. aaaaaaaahahahhahhah
26) Trina took to sewing, cooking, mending, and cleaning house for pay. What a woman.
27) Robyn got a tattooooooooo!
28) suprise flowers from James (a personal highlight, in case you're interested)
29) cooking time with Robyn- always a reason to hit the "sauce" a little early :)
30) Half- made fort. I love forts.
31) BIG MAC AT 3 a.m, after forcing Trine to get up and drive us. Again, what a woman.
32) Getting woken up by James at 8 am, walking to Timmies for breakfast, and being there long enough to hit up lunch. Fantastic
33) Danielle's birthday. Which got a little out of hand, thanks to Ryan Geoffrey Gelense. But memorable nonetheless.
34) EXAM TIMES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
35) you know the list is too long when Exams make "memorable moments"
The end.
Monday, December 8, 2008
keeps me sharp
"I believe in Christianity as I believe the sun has risen: not only because I see it, but that I see everything by it"- C.S. Lewis.
Brilliant.
I'm in the middle of exams, and I am noticing something that I find fascinating. In all my classes- Ref Theo, Human Sexuality, Creative writing, Tolkien and Lewis, even Enviro 101-- the "christian myth" plays out.
I didn't say this was groundbreaking.
I simply said it was fascinating.
Of course, this is what a Christian university sets out to do, but it has only just begun to sink in that it's working. I am convinced.
I can hardly read anything anymore (let alone James' evolution textbook) without seeing God's fingerprints. He's in everything I read- whether the author is Christian, Jewish, or Atheist.
Lewis says,
"[God is] basic Fact or Actuality, the most concrete thing there is...too definite for the unavoidable vagueness of language and the source of all other facthood"
I find this a refreshing reminder when education tries to get the upper hand in the "fact" department. I also find it particularly helpful in an environment where subjectivity swirls around campus like it owns the place.
The truth is that there is a reality that goes beyond all predicate, a doctrine of objective value.
This is what governs our instincts, what provides the basis for our approval or disapproval of whatever it is we approve or disapprove of in the classroom.
It all points to an objective order, a Creator that has designed this world, a God who goes far above and beyond us and our limited faculties.
It amazes me that despite the diversity of topics my classes deal with, not one of these are exempt from that focal point of the gospel story. It is all-pervasive. It is the stone that sharpens my mind, keeps me alert, makes me ever aware of the story I am living in.
And now I should study.
Brilliant.
I'm in the middle of exams, and I am noticing something that I find fascinating. In all my classes- Ref Theo, Human Sexuality, Creative writing, Tolkien and Lewis, even Enviro 101-- the "christian myth" plays out.
I didn't say this was groundbreaking.
I simply said it was fascinating.
Of course, this is what a Christian university sets out to do, but it has only just begun to sink in that it's working. I am convinced.
I can hardly read anything anymore (let alone James' evolution textbook) without seeing God's fingerprints. He's in everything I read- whether the author is Christian, Jewish, or Atheist.
Lewis says,
"[God is] basic Fact or Actuality, the most concrete thing there is...too definite for the unavoidable vagueness of language and the source of all other facthood"
I find this a refreshing reminder when education tries to get the upper hand in the "fact" department. I also find it particularly helpful in an environment where subjectivity swirls around campus like it owns the place.
The truth is that there is a reality that goes beyond all predicate, a doctrine of objective value.
This is what governs our instincts, what provides the basis for our approval or disapproval of whatever it is we approve or disapprove of in the classroom.
It all points to an objective order, a Creator that has designed this world, a God who goes far above and beyond us and our limited faculties.
It amazes me that despite the diversity of topics my classes deal with, not one of these are exempt from that focal point of the gospel story. It is all-pervasive. It is the stone that sharpens my mind, keeps me alert, makes me ever aware of the story I am living in.
And now I should study.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
So I've recruited myself to the Guild in order to get work done. Only Tim and Jared were around today, and as much as I find them entertaining, I can zone them out quite easily in the office, which I've realized has all the essential elements for creating the perfect work environment.
1) It doesn't have a bed. Perfect
2) It has a big bay window that lets in loads of sunlight, which at least gives me the illusion that I am outside, enjoying the fluffy snow and sunshine
3) It overlooks the road. I'm not sure why, but I enjoy looking out at the constant activity
4) It's warm
5) It's Christmasy. James and I spent about an hour hanging lights, stockings, garland and snowflakes. With soft Christmas music playing, it's superb
These are the essentials. They may change with the season, but for now I can say that today was one productive day.
On top of that, I spent the evening with my family, then went to my grandparents to play Rummy Cub with my grandma and my cousin Janelle while James and Ryan discussed the finer points of theology for over two hours with my grandpa.
It's so easy to forget the due dates pressing around me when I'm home, or especially when I'm at my cousins for a sleepover and we've just finished watching the most beautiful love story between Anne Shirley and Gilbert Blithe.
What else matters after that?
1) It doesn't have a bed. Perfect
2) It has a big bay window that lets in loads of sunlight, which at least gives me the illusion that I am outside, enjoying the fluffy snow and sunshine
3) It overlooks the road. I'm not sure why, but I enjoy looking out at the constant activity
4) It's warm
5) It's Christmasy. James and I spent about an hour hanging lights, stockings, garland and snowflakes. With soft Christmas music playing, it's superb
These are the essentials. They may change with the season, but for now I can say that today was one productive day.
On top of that, I spent the evening with my family, then went to my grandparents to play Rummy Cub with my grandma and my cousin Janelle while James and Ryan discussed the finer points of theology for over two hours with my grandpa.
It's so easy to forget the due dates pressing around me when I'm home, or especially when I'm at my cousins for a sleepover and we've just finished watching the most beautiful love story between Anne Shirley and Gilbert Blithe.
What else matters after that?
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Small things
Cinammon bread, Macintosh apples and hot apple cider. It's that time of year that I start to give Bennett's the attention it deserves, in appreciation of locally grown produce that still pumps out tasty treats, even in light of hail damage.
I really wanted to sit down and say something brilliant for once. Just give people a small taste of how educated I am. Cocky, I know, but the proud corners of my heart (or brain?) want to think that I have got something to say. Really.
But all that comes to mind are the mundane things around me that don't really matter, at least to other people.
Like my macintosh apple
Or a twenty three minute nap
Or a great sound track playing while I work
Or talking with Robyn about nothing at all around a kitchen table scattered with books and papers and coffee mugs while Ally is in the kitchen cooking up chicken pot pie for dinner.
Little details are too easy to write about, and they are too distracting. I get no work done in this place.
I really wanted to sit down and say something brilliant for once. Just give people a small taste of how educated I am. Cocky, I know, but the proud corners of my heart (or brain?) want to think that I have got something to say. Really.
But all that comes to mind are the mundane things around me that don't really matter, at least to other people.
Like my macintosh apple
Or a twenty three minute nap
Or a great sound track playing while I work
Or talking with Robyn about nothing at all around a kitchen table scattered with books and papers and coffee mugs while Ally is in the kitchen cooking up chicken pot pie for dinner.
Little details are too easy to write about, and they are too distracting. I get no work done in this place.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Quizznos
How is it November? In six weeks I'm in the clear, and into Christmas, and I'm just thinking I'd like to hit pause for a while to enjoy the sun. Today was incredible.
My dog Sampson has been adopted into my Hamilton home, and I have become his mom. He shadows me everywhere, like this big black fuzzy ball of fur with eyes- but then again, you can't even see his eyes, so he's just a black fuzzy ball. I love him.
Other than being a mom for the time being, I guess you could say I'm busy with school, but it's a vague sort of busy. I know I need to do things, but the dates are about as fuzzy as Sam. They too, shadow me everywhere. What an analogy.
This weekend was memorable. Friday night was not only Halloween, but Timot's chance to shine with his guitar at a coffee shop downtown.. He did well. In fact, he was amazing.
Then Brad and Evan turned the coffee shop atmosphere into a night club, which was equally as amazing. On Saturday we had our forever talked about wine and cheese formal party at the Guild. Girls in cocktail dresses, boys in suits, attempting to sound educated and refined over a glass of $9 dollar wine and some heated charades. Another good night.
Sunday brought James and I home to my lovely Lincoln region, and an amazing home-cooked meal. The nephews were delightful, particularly with James. At any rate, they're adorable.
My dad turned 48, and his nose and knees are still intact. I am amazed.
The cap-off of my memorable weekend ended with a big furry spider on the dash board of the car and a "visibly upset" James- to quote him directly. The situation was handled with calm maturity, while my cousin casually pulled to the side of the road and dropped a ten pound bag of dog food on the spider, crushing the spider before he could make his next move onto James' lap.
Phew.
As for life in general, I am learning. And I hope it keeps up, or else I'll never keep up with how much is always going on, how time just keeps on pressing on.
Well, time to study about air pollution, and acid rain. Quiz starts at 8 am. It's 10:30. You can understand why I'm procrastinating.
My dog Sampson has been adopted into my Hamilton home, and I have become his mom. He shadows me everywhere, like this big black fuzzy ball of fur with eyes- but then again, you can't even see his eyes, so he's just a black fuzzy ball. I love him.
Other than being a mom for the time being, I guess you could say I'm busy with school, but it's a vague sort of busy. I know I need to do things, but the dates are about as fuzzy as Sam. They too, shadow me everywhere. What an analogy.
This weekend was memorable. Friday night was not only Halloween, but Timot's chance to shine with his guitar at a coffee shop downtown.. He did well. In fact, he was amazing.
Then Brad and Evan turned the coffee shop atmosphere into a night club, which was equally as amazing. On Saturday we had our forever talked about wine and cheese formal party at the Guild. Girls in cocktail dresses, boys in suits, attempting to sound educated and refined over a glass of $9 dollar wine and some heated charades. Another good night.
Sunday brought James and I home to my lovely Lincoln region, and an amazing home-cooked meal. The nephews were delightful, particularly with James. At any rate, they're adorable.
My dad turned 48, and his nose and knees are still intact. I am amazed.
The cap-off of my memorable weekend ended with a big furry spider on the dash board of the car and a "visibly upset" James- to quote him directly. The situation was handled with calm maturity, while my cousin casually pulled to the side of the road and dropped a ten pound bag of dog food on the spider, crushing the spider before he could make his next move onto James' lap.
Phew.
As for life in general, I am learning. And I hope it keeps up, or else I'll never keep up with how much is always going on, how time just keeps on pressing on.
Well, time to study about air pollution, and acid rain. Quiz starts at 8 am. It's 10:30. You can understand why I'm procrastinating.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Purple Van Man
Note to all boys in the world that if they are trying to start a widespread panic in any girls house, they just need to make a phone call that says there is a creepy purple van, complete with creepy man, who is slowly cruising near the house. Thanks James.
I understand the concern one might have, if there is a suspicious looking van loitering on Springbrook, but honestly. Some people have 8:00 am class, and sleep doesn't look promising when news like that gets around. After the fits of shrieking and panic, and the occasional intentional scare from me and Robyn (sorry, but it had to be done) we hatched a game plan in case any crazy man did try to get into our place. Much to our embarrassment, it got as far as 'call the boys and tell them to come protect us'. Which is what we did, and what they did. I don't care what girls nowadays try and say- I'm happy to have men in this world that we can trust to keep us safe. This comforts me.
That was last night. Tonight we decided to bolt from the house for a while, and bond with the girls. Karaoke and bonding go hand in hand, and so we went to Boston Pizza (Wednesday is Karaoke night) and sang our hearts out. It was fantastic. On coming home- Ally led the way into the house, only to find the door wasn't closed when she pushed on it. Of course, this led us into our second house panic, and so I grabbed an old pair of crutches and we stalked through the house, checking bedrooms and spare rooms, and under the beds. On finding no crazy intruder, we had a celebratory dance party. And that is the brief update on the last two nights at our place. It's been fun.
I understand the concern one might have, if there is a suspicious looking van loitering on Springbrook, but honestly. Some people have 8:00 am class, and sleep doesn't look promising when news like that gets around. After the fits of shrieking and panic, and the occasional intentional scare from me and Robyn (sorry, but it had to be done) we hatched a game plan in case any crazy man did try to get into our place. Much to our embarrassment, it got as far as 'call the boys and tell them to come protect us'. Which is what we did, and what they did. I don't care what girls nowadays try and say- I'm happy to have men in this world that we can trust to keep us safe. This comforts me.
That was last night. Tonight we decided to bolt from the house for a while, and bond with the girls. Karaoke and bonding go hand in hand, and so we went to Boston Pizza (Wednesday is Karaoke night) and sang our hearts out. It was fantastic. On coming home- Ally led the way into the house, only to find the door wasn't closed when she pushed on it. Of course, this led us into our second house panic, and so I grabbed an old pair of crutches and we stalked through the house, checking bedrooms and spare rooms, and under the beds. On finding no crazy intruder, we had a celebratory dance party. And that is the brief update on the last two nights at our place. It's been fun.
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
4th year. My final year. So far it has me hitting the soccer field for 2 hours a day- conveniently scheduled during dinner time, and suffering from what I assume to be caffeine withdrawal.
I have finally accepted the fact that I may indeed be hooked on coffee (thanks mom) and being back in the swing of school, and out of my home environment, I have not yet had the pleasure of a good home brew. This may explain the headaches.
But it is great to be back. Our home really is home. Clean, matching dishes, colourful flowers, new curtains, freshly baked zucchini muffins, teal walls, and pleasant company- I am truly in my element. The boys' house is not far off, being quite cozy as well, but definitely lacking a woman's touch. As it should be.
As for classes- I have mixed feelings. English, religion, creative writing= exciting! A three hour lab on water= blaah. This is mostly because I feel hugely out of my element taking a science course, when the last time I even considered something to do with chemistry was in high school.. before I dropped it to take a spare and work for my dad instead. Practical application has room for improvement.
In any case, we had our first soccer tourny this past Saturday- where I managed to squeeze in a goal before I pulled my quad and had to sit out for the rest of the day. But, muscles do heal, and I'm hoping mine gets its act together before Thursday (our first away game). Even more exciting than my quad is the fact that this Friday we are hosting an "under the sea" party. It looks promising.
Well, there's the quick update on life back at Redeemer.
I have finally accepted the fact that I may indeed be hooked on coffee (thanks mom) and being back in the swing of school, and out of my home environment, I have not yet had the pleasure of a good home brew. This may explain the headaches.
But it is great to be back. Our home really is home. Clean, matching dishes, colourful flowers, new curtains, freshly baked zucchini muffins, teal walls, and pleasant company- I am truly in my element. The boys' house is not far off, being quite cozy as well, but definitely lacking a woman's touch. As it should be.
As for classes- I have mixed feelings. English, religion, creative writing= exciting! A three hour lab on water= blaah. This is mostly because I feel hugely out of my element taking a science course, when the last time I even considered something to do with chemistry was in high school.. before I dropped it to take a spare and work for my dad instead. Practical application has room for improvement.
In any case, we had our first soccer tourny this past Saturday- where I managed to squeeze in a goal before I pulled my quad and had to sit out for the rest of the day. But, muscles do heal, and I'm hoping mine gets its act together before Thursday (our first away game). Even more exciting than my quad is the fact that this Friday we are hosting an "under the sea" party. It looks promising.
Well, there's the quick update on life back at Redeemer.
Sunday, August 24, 2008
My treasure
I'm not sure how I've managed this, but I have organized my room to hoard things. Ridiculous things. Things I shouldn't still have after 5 years, but they are so tightly wrapped up in good memories that I physically cannot bring myself to trash them. For example- I have tight pink leggings that I have worn once in my life, to a decade dance, and I now cling to the notion that if I were to ever put those pants back on, that night will resurrect.
I have letters from high school, old Cd's, a clam shell with sentimental value, a message I wrote myself 7 years ago and jammed in a bottle, diaries starting from kindergarten to the present, endless highschool memorabilia, souvi's from Australia I failed to deliver, memories, memories, memories. And I love it. I love that people can look in my room and see it's nothing special. But if you do a little digging, I have a collection of life material wedged in any little crack, stuffed between books, hidden under my bed, and the most valuable of my life stories are held in an Adidas shoebox from my grade 10 basketball kicks. Those were the days.
So I am thinking of my pack rat existence because yesterday I made myself do a little digging, and then a little dumping. It was a sad struggle, but I did manage to fill 3 bags of things destined for another home, which are now sadly sitting in transition in the corner store's amity bin.
It was tough. Even tougher to explain to James that during the time he vacuumed the whole downstairs and cleaned the entire kitchen, that I was still plugging away in my own little room.
But really, it is amazing what a little room excavating can pull up. I am currently sitting here in a pair of tan pants that I thought were dead to the world as of years ago. And how can you not find old letters and read them? Dusting was simply not a priority.
But anyways, the room is clean, my pile has grown of things I need to bring to my University home, and my inventory list of clothes is still missing 10 much needed items. I think my room has a black hole I am unaware of. But if there is one thing I love about cleaning my room, it's taking that time to re-examine the things I have collected over the years, and see if they still hold that priceless quality. They always do. And the space I make in my closet from tossing out old clothes seems to quite easily adapt to an extra shoebox or two.. thanks to James, and four months worth of letters while I was away. What a guy :)
If there is anything in the world I want to hang on to as I get older, it's that. And perhaps a pair of pink leggings. I hear the 80's are here to stay --and I am totally for it.
I have letters from high school, old Cd's, a clam shell with sentimental value, a message I wrote myself 7 years ago and jammed in a bottle, diaries starting from kindergarten to the present, endless highschool memorabilia, souvi's from Australia I failed to deliver, memories, memories, memories. And I love it. I love that people can look in my room and see it's nothing special. But if you do a little digging, I have a collection of life material wedged in any little crack, stuffed between books, hidden under my bed, and the most valuable of my life stories are held in an Adidas shoebox from my grade 10 basketball kicks. Those were the days.
So I am thinking of my pack rat existence because yesterday I made myself do a little digging, and then a little dumping. It was a sad struggle, but I did manage to fill 3 bags of things destined for another home, which are now sadly sitting in transition in the corner store's amity bin.
It was tough. Even tougher to explain to James that during the time he vacuumed the whole downstairs and cleaned the entire kitchen, that I was still plugging away in my own little room.
But really, it is amazing what a little room excavating can pull up. I am currently sitting here in a pair of tan pants that I thought were dead to the world as of years ago. And how can you not find old letters and read them? Dusting was simply not a priority.
But anyways, the room is clean, my pile has grown of things I need to bring to my University home, and my inventory list of clothes is still missing 10 much needed items. I think my room has a black hole I am unaware of. But if there is one thing I love about cleaning my room, it's taking that time to re-examine the things I have collected over the years, and see if they still hold that priceless quality. They always do. And the space I make in my closet from tossing out old clothes seems to quite easily adapt to an extra shoebox or two.. thanks to James, and four months worth of letters while I was away. What a guy :)
If there is anything in the world I want to hang on to as I get older, it's that. And perhaps a pair of pink leggings. I hear the 80's are here to stay --and I am totally for it.
Thursday, July 3, 2008
If I was a Disney character, I'd be Mulan. She's amazing.
Two of my close friends have done it. They've made the commitment of a life time, said the words, gave the rings, threw the parties and now it's done. Married. And yes, that first sentence could be taken quite literally, but I wasn't going there. Grow up.
It always amazes me how many months of planning and pay cheques are required to begin a life with someone. Really, the whole ordeal could be neatly wrapped up in about 15 minutes, when WABAM-- suddenly that little utterance, that one little performative, changes your status forever. This only reinforces my sentiments about the power of language.
This impresses me.
And so my weekend involved Vanessa's wedding, and a few weekends before that was Jocelyn.
Tomorrow is my cousin Rachel's, and there had better be dancing. I am not quite sure if one is even able to fully celebrate such an occasion without letting loose a little on the dance floor with the relatives. Not only is everyone in a great mood, but it's the most perfect dancing environment! Clean and wholesome people- like King David in the streets.
Well, work starts at 7:15 as usual, but since my car is parked in Hamilton at this very moment, I will most likely be rising with the sun so that I can snag a ride with my dad. This means I'll be getting up early, which also means I should be heading to bed. Life without an alarm clock can be so demanding.
Advice for the day. Stay away from what you think is oatmeal, and then what you think is cream of wheat, and then what turns out to be gluten free creamed corn. However, if you do manage to get your hands on it, be warned that one minute in the microwave is not nearly enough.
Good night folks
Two of my close friends have done it. They've made the commitment of a life time, said the words, gave the rings, threw the parties and now it's done. Married. And yes, that first sentence could be taken quite literally, but I wasn't going there. Grow up.
It always amazes me how many months of planning and pay cheques are required to begin a life with someone. Really, the whole ordeal could be neatly wrapped up in about 15 minutes, when WABAM-- suddenly that little utterance, that one little performative, changes your status forever. This only reinforces my sentiments about the power of language.
This impresses me.
And so my weekend involved Vanessa's wedding, and a few weekends before that was Jocelyn.
Tomorrow is my cousin Rachel's, and there had better be dancing. I am not quite sure if one is even able to fully celebrate such an occasion without letting loose a little on the dance floor with the relatives. Not only is everyone in a great mood, but it's the most perfect dancing environment! Clean and wholesome people- like King David in the streets.
Well, work starts at 7:15 as usual, but since my car is parked in Hamilton at this very moment, I will most likely be rising with the sun so that I can snag a ride with my dad. This means I'll be getting up early, which also means I should be heading to bed. Life without an alarm clock can be so demanding.
Advice for the day. Stay away from what you think is oatmeal, and then what you think is cream of wheat, and then what turns out to be gluten free creamed corn. However, if you do manage to get your hands on it, be warned that one minute in the microwave is not nearly enough.
Good night folks
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Ticks
I would like to know who frightened the men in this world, so much so, that even the word "dance" results in locked knees, damp armpits, and that priceless look of terror/stubborn resolve, as the hands instantly clamp their seat like a vice-grip. --as if the chair is going somewhere.
Fear shmeer everyone. Weddings with dances should mean the men and women dance and be merry. It's a celebration! So you look a little silly-- does anybody really care?
On a different note- I picked off 7 ticks from my poor helpless skin- 2 of which I'm fairly certain were in my hair. EW. I can't even explain to you how nasty that is. Even as I sit here, I have a sneaking suspician there is a small regiment of ticks planning their next attack. They are probobly heading for my exposed toes. Shooot.
They befriended me on my walk with Rob and Trine through an open field. The grass is really tall now, so they (the girls) were hiding, and Sam and I were trying to track them. You'd think the girls rolling around in the meadow would be the easiest victims, but I suppose these things get some sort of twisted pleasure in challenging themselves. Somehow, the one bounding through the grass- (that ould be me) contracted a small colony, while Rob and Trine got off with one or two. Ticks are stupid- with claws of steel.
I am still disgusted. I feel like the kid in grade school that is singled out for having lice. How aweful was that. And everyone knew it was them, because they had to go home. The worst.
Anyways, the rest of the evening saw a brilliant red sky, a relaxing hang out with the girls- an effort to pin point where we will all be a year from now, and then a viscious scrub in the shower to rid myself of unwanted company.
Overall, life is pleasant.
Fear shmeer everyone. Weddings with dances should mean the men and women dance and be merry. It's a celebration! So you look a little silly-- does anybody really care?
On a different note- I picked off 7 ticks from my poor helpless skin- 2 of which I'm fairly certain were in my hair. EW. I can't even explain to you how nasty that is. Even as I sit here, I have a sneaking suspician there is a small regiment of ticks planning their next attack. They are probobly heading for my exposed toes. Shooot.
They befriended me on my walk with Rob and Trine through an open field. The grass is really tall now, so they (the girls) were hiding, and Sam and I were trying to track them. You'd think the girls rolling around in the meadow would be the easiest victims, but I suppose these things get some sort of twisted pleasure in challenging themselves. Somehow, the one bounding through the grass- (that ould be me) contracted a small colony, while Rob and Trine got off with one or two. Ticks are stupid- with claws of steel.
I am still disgusted. I feel like the kid in grade school that is singled out for having lice. How aweful was that. And everyone knew it was them, because they had to go home. The worst.
Anyways, the rest of the evening saw a brilliant red sky, a relaxing hang out with the girls- an effort to pin point where we will all be a year from now, and then a viscious scrub in the shower to rid myself of unwanted company.
Overall, life is pleasant.
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Bloopers
If I could somehow arrange it, I'd attach a small videocamera to my left shoulder and make one sweet movie of Maple Leaf bloopers during the work day. Last week was a winner-- it would look something like this
- a golfcart careening down a steep hill- brakes already locked and proving useless- with Robyn and I smiling in the front seat, and a hysteric Katrina dangling off the back as the self proclaimed brakes in an effort to spare us from being dumped into the harbor.
- then our efforts to go back up- Robyn and I still smiling- this time because Katrina has decided to become the 'legs of the operation' and is ineffectively pushing a motorized vehicle up one very steep hill.
- then doing donuts on that very same golfcart, testing Trine's forearm strength as she stands on the back and clings on for dear life
- a Kayak race that involved one kayak and one Katrina. She had to race around the pond in the time I could turn around and race across it. Lesson #1. Don't try to turn a kayak too sharply
Lesson #2. Your kayak will tip. (note- that Robyn has not stopped smiling through all of this)
- Again- on the balance 'note' Trine and I were tagging some emerald cedars on a steel trailer, with her feet planted firmly on the stone driveway, and mine balanced on a teetering fibre pot on the raised end of the trailer. I place a fair amount of trust in my mongoose- like reflexes, which saw me casually chatting with Trine one second, and then flying through the air and landing on my back in the next. Trine found this particular incident fairly hilarious.
-Kristina's motivational speeches to get us to work through break so she can go home. They always fail- but they are quite funny to watch. I think I'd zoom in on her face the moment she sees us hop on the trailer to head in for coffee. Just priceless.
There are many more- but they are censored.
All in all, summer seems to be sprinkled with a fair bit of work and socializing, which, when blended, is the perfect combo. The other night was particularly enjoyable. Since Trine and Robyn live in Hamilton, I am able to snag rides every now and then to see one very goodlooking guy. James- don't worry, every one knows it :) We picked him up at the bus stop, then we all took a ride down to the grocery store, loaded up the car with goods and made an amazing stir fry dish to split between the five of us (Kirk was there too). After dinner, James and I picked up some Timmies for the group, and we just sat and talked around the kitchen table. Very nice. This was followed by a bit of scrubs, and then a comfy bed. Life really is good.
I'm finding my weekdays pretty packed these days- and I don't know if I initiate that, or if plans just have a way of stacking themselves up on their own. In any case, tonight will see Trine, Robyn, Vaness, myself, Hugo, Pablo, Ivan and Tina (our Mexican amigos) taking a trip down to Port to grab a coffee and walk the pier. Hopefully they are all still coming, but if not, I'm excited to just chill with the girls by the lake.
Tomorrow is already Friday, and I have no clue where the week just went.
Cheers to the crowd from both Redeemer and England. I miss you all!
- a golfcart careening down a steep hill- brakes already locked and proving useless- with Robyn and I smiling in the front seat, and a hysteric Katrina dangling off the back as the self proclaimed brakes in an effort to spare us from being dumped into the harbor.
- then our efforts to go back up- Robyn and I still smiling- this time because Katrina has decided to become the 'legs of the operation' and is ineffectively pushing a motorized vehicle up one very steep hill.
- then doing donuts on that very same golfcart, testing Trine's forearm strength as she stands on the back and clings on for dear life
- a Kayak race that involved one kayak and one Katrina. She had to race around the pond in the time I could turn around and race across it. Lesson #1. Don't try to turn a kayak too sharply
Lesson #2. Your kayak will tip. (note- that Robyn has not stopped smiling through all of this)
- Again- on the balance 'note' Trine and I were tagging some emerald cedars on a steel trailer, with her feet planted firmly on the stone driveway, and mine balanced on a teetering fibre pot on the raised end of the trailer. I place a fair amount of trust in my mongoose- like reflexes, which saw me casually chatting with Trine one second, and then flying through the air and landing on my back in the next. Trine found this particular incident fairly hilarious.
-Kristina's motivational speeches to get us to work through break so she can go home. They always fail- but they are quite funny to watch. I think I'd zoom in on her face the moment she sees us hop on the trailer to head in for coffee. Just priceless.
There are many more- but they are censored.
All in all, summer seems to be sprinkled with a fair bit of work and socializing, which, when blended, is the perfect combo. The other night was particularly enjoyable. Since Trine and Robyn live in Hamilton, I am able to snag rides every now and then to see one very goodlooking guy. James- don't worry, every one knows it :) We picked him up at the bus stop, then we all took a ride down to the grocery store, loaded up the car with goods and made an amazing stir fry dish to split between the five of us (Kirk was there too). After dinner, James and I picked up some Timmies for the group, and we just sat and talked around the kitchen table. Very nice. This was followed by a bit of scrubs, and then a comfy bed. Life really is good.
I'm finding my weekdays pretty packed these days- and I don't know if I initiate that, or if plans just have a way of stacking themselves up on their own. In any case, tonight will see Trine, Robyn, Vaness, myself, Hugo, Pablo, Ivan and Tina (our Mexican amigos) taking a trip down to Port to grab a coffee and walk the pier. Hopefully they are all still coming, but if not, I'm excited to just chill with the girls by the lake.
Tomorrow is already Friday, and I have no clue where the week just went.
Cheers to the crowd from both Redeemer and England. I miss you all!
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Hoy
There are some days worth writing about. When these days come, one should write about them.
I woke up early this morning after a quality hottub night with Trine and Robyn, made myself and the girls some lunches, and rolled into work at 7:11. There is nothing particularly amazing about today, (I feel like I set you up with my opening sentence. It's called 'the grabber'.) I just think that it would be a shame not to mention some highlights of the day in general, because most of them had me laughing quite a lot.
For example, Katrina was talking to me today with her lips covered in permanent marker. She had no idea that the tags she was putting in her mouth were freshly written on, and I don't know why it took me so long to tell her. Funny.
Kristina in the tag room. It's like entereing the lair of a pack rat. Quote of the day "oooh, I wasn't expecting company!" But I can appreciate ordered chaos. It's kind of my thing.
Going with Trine and Robyn to get gas. Trine accidentally tripped out of her car and reefed the key out of the ignition. This then bent the key, and in trying to bend it back, snapped the key in half, leaving us stranded at the gas station at 5pm. The car then had to be raised, moved out of the way, and Trine had to try and get a new key cut. The only reason we left work in the first place was to get Vanessa to go home for her suprise wedding shower. We figured the only way to keep it a suprise was to fake that the orders were not actually going out in the morning, and then by driving away. This way, she would see us leave and go home, and we could then return to work. Having a snapped key made that last part a bit of a problem. Also, very funny.
Oy- There's a small sample of my day. I'd love to keep going, but I'm beat. 11 hours on the farm followed by a wedding shower can suck the life out of someone. But there shall be more blogs to come. I don't like this bad habit of blog droughts in the summer. There's your warning Redeemer folk. Take it or leave it.
Goodnight
I woke up early this morning after a quality hottub night with Trine and Robyn, made myself and the girls some lunches, and rolled into work at 7:11. There is nothing particularly amazing about today, (I feel like I set you up with my opening sentence. It's called 'the grabber'.) I just think that it would be a shame not to mention some highlights of the day in general, because most of them had me laughing quite a lot.
For example, Katrina was talking to me today with her lips covered in permanent marker. She had no idea that the tags she was putting in her mouth were freshly written on, and I don't know why it took me so long to tell her. Funny.
Kristina in the tag room. It's like entereing the lair of a pack rat. Quote of the day "oooh, I wasn't expecting company!" But I can appreciate ordered chaos. It's kind of my thing.
Going with Trine and Robyn to get gas. Trine accidentally tripped out of her car and reefed the key out of the ignition. This then bent the key, and in trying to bend it back, snapped the key in half, leaving us stranded at the gas station at 5pm. The car then had to be raised, moved out of the way, and Trine had to try and get a new key cut. The only reason we left work in the first place was to get Vanessa to go home for her suprise wedding shower. We figured the only way to keep it a suprise was to fake that the orders were not actually going out in the morning, and then by driving away. This way, she would see us leave and go home, and we could then return to work. Having a snapped key made that last part a bit of a problem. Also, very funny.
Oy- There's a small sample of my day. I'd love to keep going, but I'm beat. 11 hours on the farm followed by a wedding shower can suck the life out of someone. But there shall be more blogs to come. I don't like this bad habit of blog droughts in the summer. There's your warning Redeemer folk. Take it or leave it.
Goodnight
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
The Motherland
Home. Sweet, glorious home.
I am happy to be back. I didn't realize while I was coasting through classes and catching coaches through the UK that the niggling feelings of missing something were in reality the sweet calls of my motherland, and more specifically, my mother. My home is largely so appealing because of mom. (But dad, I love you too :) I don't think anyone can walk through our front doors without feeling a giant sense of warmth and hospitality. This is not to say I did not feel at home in Charlbury (Beccy was a great hostess) but this is MY home. When I walked through the front doors, the love was there- in the form of friends, family, salads, and sausages.
It is so nice to be home.
But let me backtrack a bit, and give you all a brief sketch of what my past few weeks were like. After Heather and I caught our train to the right airport, we made it to Belfast, and proceeded to have 3 fantastic days in Northern Ireland. The highlight for me was our day trip to Derry, sitting front row in a coach bus listening to Josef, our Irish tour guide, go to town on the mike- filling us in on Irish facts, folklore, and using any spare minute to sing his heart out, which was quite obviously lodged in Ireland. My personal favorite was his selection of the Rankin Family "the girl from Belfast city". Brought me right back to my childhood, listening to mom rock out with the vacuum cleaner to that very song. Like I said- my mom is hip.
We had a few stops along the Irish coast which were just breathtaking. Jagged cliffs, bright blue water, and a crisp, fresh wind- possibly gale- that kept us on our toes. Neither of us wanted to have to be the ones to write home saying we fell off the Irish cliffs. The history of Ireland fascinated me. The protestant/Catholic divide is still so alive. You could actually feel it in the gales. Weird.
But, the time did come for us to pack our things and head east. This was done at 4 am, on the Loyalist streets of Belfast, where we had to catch a suspicious bus that we hoped would eventually arrive. We plunked down on the street, and waited for others to turn up, to ease our troubled minds. Well, we got what we wished for, in the form of a young drunken Irishman, who kept us very entertained with ridiculous Irish jokes. Bless his heart :) Then a taxi snagged him up, and our bus pulled in. Before we knew it (literally, the flight was about 30 minutes) we landed in Edinburgh, which in my opinion is one of the most beautiful cities I have ever been to. Who else can boast a castle on a hill in the center of their city? (I am sure some countries can, so don't actually answer that). We got to our hostel exhausted, but I was feeling especially dutch, and so I worked that morning from 11-1, stripping bed sheets and making beds, which earned me a total of 7.50 pounds, or (how I preferred to think about it) a free night of room and board. Hooray for a stubborn work ethic.
Then I saw James. To describe it in a word- wonderful. His flight landed right on time, I managed to find my way to the airport with relative ease (considering I have a brain that cannot turn itself into a map) and then I waited, which felt like an eternity, for him to pop out of the doors. Granted, I was facing the wrong set of doors, but I caught him out of the corner of my eye, and then actually caught him as he sprinted over. Nothing like a good bear hug.
The next week was a blur, which saw us touring the city, taking a highland tour, climbing the craigs, enjoying some nice pubs, enjoying some nice company, and taking the overnight bus to London. I must admit, I did not fully put myself into James' shoes, considering I was in full travel mode, and he was coming off of very little sleep after exams, had been travelling for ages, and lost 5 hours in the process. My brilliant idea of taking an overnight bus to save money on a hostel meant that James had to put up with 8 hours on a bus that didn't exactly like long legs and torsos, whereas I have this weird way of falling asleep practically anywhere. However, for his sake, I stayed awake and sang some tunes and told some stories. This was great until the bus driver actually pulled over and reamed me out for keeping everyone on the coach awake. Big exaggeration on his part, but I shut up.
At 6:30 am. we pulled into Victoria station, parked ourselves at a McDonalds and waited for Tim and his cousin Derek to meet us. James took that opportunity to change out of his pajamas in the nearest washroom. The only reason I mention such a trivial thing is that James' before and after face is branded into my mind- heading towards the 'loo' - happy anticipation. Being charged 20 pence and being under the watchful eye of a security guard whose sole pleasure in life is probably derived from rushing people off toilets- saw the reemergence of one angry James. I found this quite entertaining. He saw this as a great injustice, and resolved to get his revenge by stretching his bladder. We found free toilets after that.
Hanging out with Tim again was great. We sat for a few hours in St. James Park, watching crazy birds and catching up. We hit up all the main touristy things- of which St. Paul's Cathedral was a highlight. By the afternoon though, I was ready to get out of the city and set my feet back in my little town. Those few days flew by, and before we knew it we were flying by. I came home to a surprise welcome home party, which was fantastic. I stayed up till about 11:30pm (which is 3:30 am) went to bed still feeling quite awake, then woke up bright and early and headed to work for a good solid 9 hour day. It is now day two- which consisted of a fabulous day of work with my good friends Katrina, Robyn, Kristina, and Vaness, and I have yet to even feel a little bit sleepy. Jet lag is a myth people.
But anyways, it is wonderful to be home. I have high hopes for this summer, and I can't wait till the weather stops creating ice. Until then, I will wear gloves when I weed pots to save my cuticles.
Cheers to everyone from ABU and Redeemer, because I miss you all already! I hope to hear from you guys throughout the summer. It truly was an experience of a life time, and I will never forget you guys!
I am happy to be back. I didn't realize while I was coasting through classes and catching coaches through the UK that the niggling feelings of missing something were in reality the sweet calls of my motherland, and more specifically, my mother. My home is largely so appealing because of mom. (But dad, I love you too :) I don't think anyone can walk through our front doors without feeling a giant sense of warmth and hospitality. This is not to say I did not feel at home in Charlbury (Beccy was a great hostess) but this is MY home. When I walked through the front doors, the love was there- in the form of friends, family, salads, and sausages.
It is so nice to be home.
But let me backtrack a bit, and give you all a brief sketch of what my past few weeks were like. After Heather and I caught our train to the right airport, we made it to Belfast, and proceeded to have 3 fantastic days in Northern Ireland. The highlight for me was our day trip to Derry, sitting front row in a coach bus listening to Josef, our Irish tour guide, go to town on the mike- filling us in on Irish facts, folklore, and using any spare minute to sing his heart out, which was quite obviously lodged in Ireland. My personal favorite was his selection of the Rankin Family "the girl from Belfast city". Brought me right back to my childhood, listening to mom rock out with the vacuum cleaner to that very song. Like I said- my mom is hip.
We had a few stops along the Irish coast which were just breathtaking. Jagged cliffs, bright blue water, and a crisp, fresh wind- possibly gale- that kept us on our toes. Neither of us wanted to have to be the ones to write home saying we fell off the Irish cliffs. The history of Ireland fascinated me. The protestant/Catholic divide is still so alive. You could actually feel it in the gales. Weird.
But, the time did come for us to pack our things and head east. This was done at 4 am, on the Loyalist streets of Belfast, where we had to catch a suspicious bus that we hoped would eventually arrive. We plunked down on the street, and waited for others to turn up, to ease our troubled minds. Well, we got what we wished for, in the form of a young drunken Irishman, who kept us very entertained with ridiculous Irish jokes. Bless his heart :) Then a taxi snagged him up, and our bus pulled in. Before we knew it (literally, the flight was about 30 minutes) we landed in Edinburgh, which in my opinion is one of the most beautiful cities I have ever been to. Who else can boast a castle on a hill in the center of their city? (I am sure some countries can, so don't actually answer that). We got to our hostel exhausted, but I was feeling especially dutch, and so I worked that morning from 11-1, stripping bed sheets and making beds, which earned me a total of 7.50 pounds, or (how I preferred to think about it) a free night of room and board. Hooray for a stubborn work ethic.
Then I saw James. To describe it in a word- wonderful. His flight landed right on time, I managed to find my way to the airport with relative ease (considering I have a brain that cannot turn itself into a map) and then I waited, which felt like an eternity, for him to pop out of the doors. Granted, I was facing the wrong set of doors, but I caught him out of the corner of my eye, and then actually caught him as he sprinted over. Nothing like a good bear hug.
The next week was a blur, which saw us touring the city, taking a highland tour, climbing the craigs, enjoying some nice pubs, enjoying some nice company, and taking the overnight bus to London. I must admit, I did not fully put myself into James' shoes, considering I was in full travel mode, and he was coming off of very little sleep after exams, had been travelling for ages, and lost 5 hours in the process. My brilliant idea of taking an overnight bus to save money on a hostel meant that James had to put up with 8 hours on a bus that didn't exactly like long legs and torsos, whereas I have this weird way of falling asleep practically anywhere. However, for his sake, I stayed awake and sang some tunes and told some stories. This was great until the bus driver actually pulled over and reamed me out for keeping everyone on the coach awake. Big exaggeration on his part, but I shut up.
At 6:30 am. we pulled into Victoria station, parked ourselves at a McDonalds and waited for Tim and his cousin Derek to meet us. James took that opportunity to change out of his pajamas in the nearest washroom. The only reason I mention such a trivial thing is that James' before and after face is branded into my mind- heading towards the 'loo' - happy anticipation. Being charged 20 pence and being under the watchful eye of a security guard whose sole pleasure in life is probably derived from rushing people off toilets- saw the reemergence of one angry James. I found this quite entertaining. He saw this as a great injustice, and resolved to get his revenge by stretching his bladder. We found free toilets after that.
Hanging out with Tim again was great. We sat for a few hours in St. James Park, watching crazy birds and catching up. We hit up all the main touristy things- of which St. Paul's Cathedral was a highlight. By the afternoon though, I was ready to get out of the city and set my feet back in my little town. Those few days flew by, and before we knew it we were flying by. I came home to a surprise welcome home party, which was fantastic. I stayed up till about 11:30pm (which is 3:30 am) went to bed still feeling quite awake, then woke up bright and early and headed to work for a good solid 9 hour day. It is now day two- which consisted of a fabulous day of work with my good friends Katrina, Robyn, Kristina, and Vaness, and I have yet to even feel a little bit sleepy. Jet lag is a myth people.
But anyways, it is wonderful to be home. I have high hopes for this summer, and I can't wait till the weather stops creating ice. Until then, I will wear gloves when I weed pots to save my cuticles.
Cheers to everyone from ABU and Redeemer, because I miss you all already! I hope to hear from you guys throughout the summer. It truly was an experience of a life time, and I will never forget you guys!
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Scotland!
Travelling with Heather is like a walk in the park. She's a veteran. She knows what she's doing, she's been around the world, she could probobly do this in her sleep. I feel no need to check the map or double check airport locations, because I assume Heather has it under control. And there we have it. That little fatal word. Assume.
Since we took off to London Monday morning, things have been in our favor. Timot, Heather and I spent an incredible day in London, caught our bus no problem, made great time to Glasgow, and found Crystal's house with ease. The day was spent relaxing with Heather's cousin and her son Milo, exploring the sketchy areas of town, and then sitting back and having a pint/the best hot chocolate in the world on a cute little cobblestone road. We were home on time for a fantastic dinner of salmon, rice, and broccoli, then kicked back to watch a movie. I slept like a log.
We woke up on time, had some breakfast, and headed out the door right on schedule. You couldn't ask for a smoother transition from home to bus to airport. Once at the Glasgow airport, I thought I'd be extra safe and ask some lady which terminal Ryan Air flew out of. To which she responded with a very casual " Oh- Ryan Air doesn't fly from this airport".
Shit.
Who knew Glasgow had two airports?! From there things got interesting. We booked it to the nearest bus, caught that to the train station, waited 25 minutes for the train, than crossed our fingers and hoped like hell the train would get us there on time. It was a 40 minute train ride. ( Which we were given for FREE-- and we are still not sure why, but we figured we better not ask any questions). This entire time, Heather is finding the situation incredibly funny- and I am wondering why on earth the airport claims it is in Glasgow, when we were clearly not IN Glasgow. But, I am happy to say the train ride was beautiful, we made it there, and with time to spare. The best part is that the flight was only 20 minutes long! It took us longer to walk to the bus station that morning! Ridiculous.
But anyways, we are in Belfast, and it has been a fantastic day. We wandered all over the place for a solid 4 hours, made it back to our hostel by around 8, and cooked ourselves a mean chicken alfredo dish. We also met two very entertaining Canadians, who added a lot to the general hostel atmosphere. This hostel is fantastic.
Tomorrow we do a tour that takes us up into the hills. I can't wait! Heather is already in bed, but I was unaware of the time and had a coffee at about 10:30. Woops.
Travelling is fun.
Since we took off to London Monday morning, things have been in our favor. Timot, Heather and I spent an incredible day in London, caught our bus no problem, made great time to Glasgow, and found Crystal's house with ease. The day was spent relaxing with Heather's cousin and her son Milo, exploring the sketchy areas of town, and then sitting back and having a pint/the best hot chocolate in the world on a cute little cobblestone road. We were home on time for a fantastic dinner of salmon, rice, and broccoli, then kicked back to watch a movie. I slept like a log.
We woke up on time, had some breakfast, and headed out the door right on schedule. You couldn't ask for a smoother transition from home to bus to airport. Once at the Glasgow airport, I thought I'd be extra safe and ask some lady which terminal Ryan Air flew out of. To which she responded with a very casual " Oh- Ryan Air doesn't fly from this airport".
Shit.
Who knew Glasgow had two airports?! From there things got interesting. We booked it to the nearest bus, caught that to the train station, waited 25 minutes for the train, than crossed our fingers and hoped like hell the train would get us there on time. It was a 40 minute train ride. ( Which we were given for FREE-- and we are still not sure why, but we figured we better not ask any questions). This entire time, Heather is finding the situation incredibly funny- and I am wondering why on earth the airport claims it is in Glasgow, when we were clearly not IN Glasgow. But, I am happy to say the train ride was beautiful, we made it there, and with time to spare. The best part is that the flight was only 20 minutes long! It took us longer to walk to the bus station that morning! Ridiculous.
But anyways, we are in Belfast, and it has been a fantastic day. We wandered all over the place for a solid 4 hours, made it back to our hostel by around 8, and cooked ourselves a mean chicken alfredo dish. We also met two very entertaining Canadians, who added a lot to the general hostel atmosphere. This hostel is fantastic.
Tomorrow we do a tour that takes us up into the hills. I can't wait! Heather is already in bed, but I was unaware of the time and had a coffee at about 10:30. Woops.
Travelling is fun.
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Pip Pip
I was deleting some of the paper's saved on my computer that I don't ever want to read again, when I found this. I'm not sure when or why I wrote it, but it serves as a nice summary of how I felt and feel about this wonderful town.
It’s amazing how small town life can grow on you. At first you don’t know what to think. It’s not great, but it’s not terrible, it’s just different. Then you start to like the “different”, then you start to love the “different” until it’s not so different from what you like, and then there you have it- you’re hooked. Once your “like” turns into “crave”, you know it’s the real deal. That’s how I feel about this place. I’m not sure what it is, maybe the spring air that has brought every possible tree down my lane into full blossom, or maybe it’s the constant church bells, or the girl practicing piano across the paper thin wall, or perhaps the way the town comes alive on weekends. I just don’t know what it is, but my schedule here is consistent. I wake up, I jog around the town for 20 minutes ( believe me when I say this is a small town), I eat muesli, I go to class, and I look forward to getting off that train and re-entering my little home away from home. Tiger greets me every day, having established that we must play together for at least 5-10 minutes a day, I go to my room, I try to tidy it, I fail at that, and then I make myself a cup of coffee and see what the T.V. has to offer.
It just makes me really appreciate this kind of opportunity. I don’t think I’ll have it ever again. Ever. That’s a very long time. I am at home in a complete stranger’s home. I am living in England, with a very cool girl, with whom I just spent a good majority of my Friday evening with at the pub, joking with friends and drinking alcoholic Cider (which I haven’t had back home, and it’s a crying shame) School is not tough, although perhaps getting great grades is, and I am not worried in the least about making it through this course. I am happy. Better yet-I am content. I will miss this place.
It’s amazing how small town life can grow on you. At first you don’t know what to think. It’s not great, but it’s not terrible, it’s just different. Then you start to like the “different”, then you start to love the “different” until it’s not so different from what you like, and then there you have it- you’re hooked. Once your “like” turns into “crave”, you know it’s the real deal. That’s how I feel about this place. I’m not sure what it is, maybe the spring air that has brought every possible tree down my lane into full blossom, or maybe it’s the constant church bells, or the girl practicing piano across the paper thin wall, or perhaps the way the town comes alive on weekends. I just don’t know what it is, but my schedule here is consistent. I wake up, I jog around the town for 20 minutes ( believe me when I say this is a small town), I eat muesli, I go to class, and I look forward to getting off that train and re-entering my little home away from home. Tiger greets me every day, having established that we must play together for at least 5-10 minutes a day, I go to my room, I try to tidy it, I fail at that, and then I make myself a cup of coffee and see what the T.V. has to offer.
It just makes me really appreciate this kind of opportunity. I don’t think I’ll have it ever again. Ever. That’s a very long time. I am at home in a complete stranger’s home. I am living in England, with a very cool girl, with whom I just spent a good majority of my Friday evening with at the pub, joking with friends and drinking alcoholic Cider (which I haven’t had back home, and it’s a crying shame) School is not tough, although perhaps getting great grades is, and I am not worried in the least about making it through this course. I am happy. Better yet-I am content. I will miss this place.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Well everyone, I am pleased to announce that my work in Charlbury is done.
I am not quite sure that sentence is accurate. I'm not really sure if I'm "pleased", nor am I sure if it's been "work". Clearly-- I should have just avoided that sentence all together, because it has now been the cause of three more lines that only serve to outline vague uncertainty, and really tell you nothing. Make that four.
But what I'm trying to say is that today, roughly around the time I finished watching Scrubs, I ran down to the baptist church for my last meeting with the printer. I hate that printer. And that printer hates me. The stapler also was a bit moody- we all have our moments. But aside from these minor setbacks, the thing is done. Two things really, about twenty pages total, and with a poor works cited (that's always been my weak point). But the content is there, and unfortunately not here- so let me tell you what I've really been up to.
Yesterday I went into Oxford solely because there would be a free lunch, and because I didn't want to stay behind in Charlbury and let a paid train ticket go to waste. The train got in at 11, giving me roughly 2 hours to kill before lunch. (I'm going to get back to that sentence in a minute, because I think there is something fundamentally wrong with the mentality that one must "kill time") It really isn't too difficult to "kill" two hours in Oxford. The city has a lot to offer. So let me walk you through it.
I started off by cruising to the market square, where every Wednesday you can bargain for bananas, grab some vegetables, check out the souvenirs, or make a b-line for the candy table. Everything on this table is roughy one pound, and this table is what makes Wednesday a special day. Yesterday was special. A bag of chewy dinosaur candies for only 50 pence, found on the one pound table. You understand why this makes me smile.
From there, I made my way to "American Street". There is something about this street that just sucks you in- there's no avoiding it. Rain or shine, people perform. I've heard accordians, violins, guitars, harmonica's, and one harp. The harp was yesterday, and the man was there for roughly 10 hours. American Street has stamina. There is a constant stream of people, usually loitering around the McDonalds and KFC (why it's called American Street) and no cars allowed. People-watching is an excellent way to kill an afternoon. But, before I could let myself get sucked into the masses, I got distracted by a tiny mall with a visible escalator. I don't know why, but I had a sudden urge to let it take me somewhere. That somewhere was- no suprise- upstairs. But then I saw another escalator, and was curious what was on the 3rd floor. I couldn't stop there, however, because there was a 4th. Then a 5th. It's amazing how something that appears to be the size of a local mini-mart can turn into a 5 level mansion. And mom, I'd like to say that I was captivated by the latest fashions on display, and made a few trendy purchases.. but let's be real. I was only there to ride the escalators, and then the sunshine was calling my name.
So I was indeed sucked into American street, and spewed out the other end- the more affordable end. "Primark" exists for people with tight budgets, but who still like to look presentable in public. I bought a few shirts.
Then I found a book shop, and the time just flew. It was a good morning.
The group got together for a tasty lunch, and we decided to meet up at 4 to try the C.S. Lewis walk at Magdalene College. And this is where the phrase "killing time" cropped up again, and Tim and I decided it just had to go. Why this idea of "killing time"? Don't we hate to see it go? Does the constant anticipation of something else kind of kill our ability to enjoy the moment? While we chilled out in the botanical garden, under C.S. Lewis' favorite tree- a black pine for those who are interested- lying on our backs and staring at the blue/cloudy skies, I decided to try and eliminate that phrase from my vocabulary. I just don't like it. Now, saying that, I realize I've already used it about three times in this very blog. I'm learning..
After the walk, we met everyone at the Eagle and Child for one last pub meal in Oxford. Talk about feeling the need to reconnect with Clive Staples. The food was yum-the beer was yum, and splurging on a dessert was a great way to top things off. Yum, yum, yum. Clive would be dazzled by that display of intellect, I'm sure.
I'm not sure what happened to me, but after the meal, the walk to the train, the train ride, and the final walk home- I was beat. Beccy and I watched a bit of "tele", and then I was out cold. Gold.
Today was very relaxed. After another Oxford experience, I came home, got my paper's in, and then ran into Mad. I enjoy running into Mad, because she's always got something to say, and I find that very amusing. This time was a bit more strenuous however, involving not just my ears, but my need to convince her that she didn't need Mark and Tim to help her move the giant wooden beams out of her garden, because I was fully capable. Tim and I effectively pried, pulled, and dug out the wooden beams, kept firmly in place by years of gravity, and large spikes. So with shovels, crowbar and sledghammer, we had those beams up and out, and snugly arranged in the neighbour's garden in no time, and in no light. When the sun goes down, there's not much to go by, so hopefully Jillian wakes up and actually thinks her garden looks decent. We did our best, and I got a sense of what it is to work again. Excitement for summer is building.
By now it's past 9- and I realize I'm on lunch duty for tomorrow. So, I ran home and grabbed the money, then ran back to Jillian's, because Tim was there hanging out with Beth. Then we went up to the store, bought stuff, went back down to the church to store it, and then I could finally come home for dinner. Dinner consisted of cold pizza and sour milk at 10:15. Cold pizza- great. Sour milk. Not. Eating after 10? Goes straight to the hips.
It's 11:30 pm. I'm not sure how that happened, but I'm fully enjoying the moment.
Cheers everyone- I am done.
I am not quite sure that sentence is accurate. I'm not really sure if I'm "pleased", nor am I sure if it's been "work". Clearly-- I should have just avoided that sentence all together, because it has now been the cause of three more lines that only serve to outline vague uncertainty, and really tell you nothing. Make that four.
But what I'm trying to say is that today, roughly around the time I finished watching Scrubs, I ran down to the baptist church for my last meeting with the printer. I hate that printer. And that printer hates me. The stapler also was a bit moody- we all have our moments. But aside from these minor setbacks, the thing is done. Two things really, about twenty pages total, and with a poor works cited (that's always been my weak point). But the content is there, and unfortunately not here- so let me tell you what I've really been up to.
Yesterday I went into Oxford solely because there would be a free lunch, and because I didn't want to stay behind in Charlbury and let a paid train ticket go to waste. The train got in at 11, giving me roughly 2 hours to kill before lunch. (I'm going to get back to that sentence in a minute, because I think there is something fundamentally wrong with the mentality that one must "kill time") It really isn't too difficult to "kill" two hours in Oxford. The city has a lot to offer. So let me walk you through it.
I started off by cruising to the market square, where every Wednesday you can bargain for bananas, grab some vegetables, check out the souvenirs, or make a b-line for the candy table. Everything on this table is roughy one pound, and this table is what makes Wednesday a special day. Yesterday was special. A bag of chewy dinosaur candies for only 50 pence, found on the one pound table. You understand why this makes me smile.
From there, I made my way to "American Street". There is something about this street that just sucks you in- there's no avoiding it. Rain or shine, people perform. I've heard accordians, violins, guitars, harmonica's, and one harp. The harp was yesterday, and the man was there for roughly 10 hours. American Street has stamina. There is a constant stream of people, usually loitering around the McDonalds and KFC (why it's called American Street) and no cars allowed. People-watching is an excellent way to kill an afternoon. But, before I could let myself get sucked into the masses, I got distracted by a tiny mall with a visible escalator. I don't know why, but I had a sudden urge to let it take me somewhere. That somewhere was- no suprise- upstairs. But then I saw another escalator, and was curious what was on the 3rd floor. I couldn't stop there, however, because there was a 4th. Then a 5th. It's amazing how something that appears to be the size of a local mini-mart can turn into a 5 level mansion. And mom, I'd like to say that I was captivated by the latest fashions on display, and made a few trendy purchases.. but let's be real. I was only there to ride the escalators, and then the sunshine was calling my name.
So I was indeed sucked into American street, and spewed out the other end- the more affordable end. "Primark" exists for people with tight budgets, but who still like to look presentable in public. I bought a few shirts.
Then I found a book shop, and the time just flew. It was a good morning.
The group got together for a tasty lunch, and we decided to meet up at 4 to try the C.S. Lewis walk at Magdalene College. And this is where the phrase "killing time" cropped up again, and Tim and I decided it just had to go. Why this idea of "killing time"? Don't we hate to see it go? Does the constant anticipation of something else kind of kill our ability to enjoy the moment? While we chilled out in the botanical garden, under C.S. Lewis' favorite tree- a black pine for those who are interested- lying on our backs and staring at the blue/cloudy skies, I decided to try and eliminate that phrase from my vocabulary. I just don't like it. Now, saying that, I realize I've already used it about three times in this very blog. I'm learning..
After the walk, we met everyone at the Eagle and Child for one last pub meal in Oxford. Talk about feeling the need to reconnect with Clive Staples. The food was yum-the beer was yum, and splurging on a dessert was a great way to top things off. Yum, yum, yum. Clive would be dazzled by that display of intellect, I'm sure.
I'm not sure what happened to me, but after the meal, the walk to the train, the train ride, and the final walk home- I was beat. Beccy and I watched a bit of "tele", and then I was out cold. Gold.
Today was very relaxed. After another Oxford experience, I came home, got my paper's in, and then ran into Mad. I enjoy running into Mad, because she's always got something to say, and I find that very amusing. This time was a bit more strenuous however, involving not just my ears, but my need to convince her that she didn't need Mark and Tim to help her move the giant wooden beams out of her garden, because I was fully capable. Tim and I effectively pried, pulled, and dug out the wooden beams, kept firmly in place by years of gravity, and large spikes. So with shovels, crowbar and sledghammer, we had those beams up and out, and snugly arranged in the neighbour's garden in no time, and in no light. When the sun goes down, there's not much to go by, so hopefully Jillian wakes up and actually thinks her garden looks decent. We did our best, and I got a sense of what it is to work again. Excitement for summer is building.
By now it's past 9- and I realize I'm on lunch duty for tomorrow. So, I ran home and grabbed the money, then ran back to Jillian's, because Tim was there hanging out with Beth. Then we went up to the store, bought stuff, went back down to the church to store it, and then I could finally come home for dinner. Dinner consisted of cold pizza and sour milk at 10:15. Cold pizza- great. Sour milk. Not. Eating after 10? Goes straight to the hips.
It's 11:30 pm. I'm not sure how that happened, but I'm fully enjoying the moment.
Cheers everyone- I am done.
Sunday, April 6, 2008
Practical Jokes
WHAT?!?!
Yesterday I could have been sun-tanning on my deck, or playing leap frog. Neither of those activities could be accomplished because I was caged indoors for roughly 6 hours writing my final exams. That was yesterday. 
Today:
Yesterday I could have been sun-tanning on my deck, or playing leap frog. Neither of those activities could be accomplished because I was caged indoors for roughly 6 hours writing my final exams. That was yesterday. Today: I wake up roughly around 8:00. The birds start the band up, the piano chimes in, Tiger stirs...what can I say-we are creatures of habit. So I orient myself, remember that today is Sunday, and that perhaps I will wear my nice spring skirt with sandals. These thoughts are interrupted by a lot of children yelling and laughing outside- so I whip back my curtain to see what's up.
BAM. Sandals are out.
This excites me. So much in fact that I ran in my pajamas to go wake up Heather. She was impressed, but not "sweet! Ya- I'll go sledding with you" excited, so I tried my luck at Sharon and Jodi's. 
After drilling 5 or 6 snowballs at their window- futile efforts when people sleep like the dead- I broke into their house and woke them up so they could share my joy. I was really crossing my fingers that this would impress them, because if not- I was screwed. Some people really like their sleep. Again- they were impressed, but it was the "I'm half asleep, why are you here- oh because of the snow- this all makes sense... please take the video camera out of my face" sort of impressed.
Not really what I was going for.
And so I set off to my favorite field, on my own, with my camera. I forgot to mention that I was documenting all of these events. The last video went something like this.." this is my beautiful field transformed" Graceful full circle rotation, followed by a misstep, a leg in the air, two legs in the air, back on the ground.. and video still rolling.
I love the snow.
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Fun Never Stops!
Last night was 80's bowling... and it was fantastic. I'll let the pictures speak for themselves on this one.
Timot's a stud. Diamond stud, fohawk, suit jacket, and ripped up jeans- improved his bowling game by at least 32 %
I'm not sure how Gabby did it, but her poof was at least three inches high- Best hair award went to her. Best dressed went to Alisha- who we all think secretly teleported here straight from the 80's- most likely through the mystical standing stones- as we all know were constructed for time travel. Sharon was hot. She had a onesie! Does it get any better than a stripey tube top that turns into shorts!? I might have to bring that one back with me to the nursery. Simple and efficient dressing is back in folks. As are florescent tights. Maple Leaf won't know what hit 'em. 
Best 'leg in bowling balls' shot went to Ree. It was a self- proclaimed award. :)
Hair Spray-- great dance moves
Girl on left: It is either Beth, or Elaine from Seinfeld. She looked great. Girl on right: Megan- Queen of Dance Dance Revolution
Dance Dance Revolution!
Timot's a stud. Diamond stud, fohawk, suit jacket, and ripped up jeans- improved his bowling game by at least 32 %I'm not sure how Gabby did it, but her poof was at least three inches high- Best hair award went to her. Best dressed went to Alisha- who we all think secretly teleported here straight from the 80's- most likely through the mystical standing stones- as we all know were constructed for time travel. Sharon was hot. She had a onesie! Does it get any better than a stripey tube top that turns into shorts!? I might have to bring that one back with me to the nursery. Simple and efficient dressing is back in folks. As are florescent tights. Maple Leaf won't know what hit 'em. Best 'leg in bowling balls' shot went to Ree. It was a self- proclaimed award. :)Hair Spray-- great dance movesGirl on left: It is either Beth, or Elaine from Seinfeld. She looked great. Girl on right: Megan- Queen of Dance Dance RevolutionDance Dance Revolution!
Friday, March 28, 2008
God's Green Earth
The grounds at Broughton Castle
My birthday party!
Stourhead on Easter break
Stone Henge
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
22
How is it that my blogs always try and fail to put into words just how incredible the human mind is? You'd think I'd just give up, but then again, what's the fun in that. I'd rather have another go.
The amazing thing about the mind is that noone else can get in it, and words can't always escape it. What I mean is, I am sure the right words are somewhere in there that will quite accurately describe the sensation of the mind, and yet they are either unwilling, or unable to get out onto the screen. Jerks.
My mind is stubborn. Whatever is on it, whether I want it there or not, will continue to be there until my mind makes up its mind to dismiss it. And if you are thinking this is a fairly detached way of looking at ones mind- that's exactly right. Because that's the other thing... my mind tends to function without me really being present. This is that phenomenon of daydreaming. But about the mind being stubborn? I only say that because while it floats around in circles- it kindly gives me one thing to think about.
So yes- I have become the unwilling servant of my master mind, who has continually been hounding me to write another blog. And so, while I laboriously work on this end, it somehow feels free to wander around a little, starting with this room, picking up the sounds from Tiger, taking a giant leap to Canada, thinking about family, then Redeemer, then my nephews, friends- all quite vague really, and very distracting. But that's alright- then it remembers Easter, which reminds it of occasions, which reminds it that it is my birthday tomorrow, and I'm turning 22.
When wandering, my job gets harder. I write things that fill up space, but say nothing. Like that last sentence. I often worry about what goes on inside my head. For example, this Easter, Mark, Tim, Heather and I were out for a midnight stroll through Stourhead and tapped into our childhood forms of entertainment- nearly forgotten. We turned the full moon into our sergeant hero, the grass into a battle field, marked the manor house as our only source of freedom, and tried to beat the villanous censor lights to achieve victory. At first it was funny- we recognized how absurd we looked creeping across the grass under the full moon at midnight.. but then it became strangely real. When a sudden movement triggered the lights, we freaked out and went sprinting back across the lawn. We strategized. We took painful efforts to reach the mansion. Tim and Mark cut up their hands and knees while painfully crawling across the gravel path to reach the wall. The lights became bullets, a sure sign of sudden death. Call me crazy, but the mind can play weird tricks on you...
But it's a wonderful thing to realize that the art of make-belief is not a lost art. One wonders these things when turning 22. Things like- after 3 1/2 years of university, should my brain be a bit more developed? Do I still think like a child? Is my mind maturing?
My thoughts on this point are inconclusive.
So Easter was fantastic. 13 people in a mini-bus for three hours will obviously be fantastic, and staying in a stable yard surrounded by horses and chickens is also up there. The grounds were incredible, being landscaped to perfection around a beautiful lake, complete with islands inhabited by swans, ducks, and our very good friends- the Canadian geese. The rhodo's and daffodils worked their magic in sprucing up the place with incredible colour, and the sheep, lambs, and open grass fields generated a very peaceful pastoral feel- quite fitting for an Easter retreat. We made a trip out to the Stonehenge on Saturday, but for the most part, we entertained ourselves at Stourhead, which was fine by me. The girls had their own private cabin jammed with bunkbeds to accomodate our party of 10, and the boys had an equally large room for 2. That being said- we fully enjoyed our sleeping quarters, and stayed chaste in the process.
Top few things from the weekend
-Sharon led us in Chapel on good Friday. Isaiah 63. It really hit home.
-hopping around Stonehenge for an hour because I lost circulation in my toes. Heather and I are available if anyone would like coriagraphed dance moves
- Easter Sunday at the Anglican church
- Talent Night!
- sneaking up on baby sheep while they were sleeping, so I could pet their wooly backs
- Easter dinner/ easter egg hunt
- nice drive home with my good friends Simon and Garfunkel
Well folks- it's 12 am in England. I am maturing as we speak. Let's hope being 22 holds as much excitement as the past year- and I really have no doubt it will. Hope for the future holds a million possibilities, and excitement is bound to be caught up in there somewhere. It hasn't failed me yet!
Cheers to everyone back home! Love and miss you lots. Especially today.
The amazing thing about the mind is that noone else can get in it, and words can't always escape it. What I mean is, I am sure the right words are somewhere in there that will quite accurately describe the sensation of the mind, and yet they are either unwilling, or unable to get out onto the screen. Jerks.
My mind is stubborn. Whatever is on it, whether I want it there or not, will continue to be there until my mind makes up its mind to dismiss it. And if you are thinking this is a fairly detached way of looking at ones mind- that's exactly right. Because that's the other thing... my mind tends to function without me really being present. This is that phenomenon of daydreaming. But about the mind being stubborn? I only say that because while it floats around in circles- it kindly gives me one thing to think about.
So yes- I have become the unwilling servant of my master mind, who has continually been hounding me to write another blog. And so, while I laboriously work on this end, it somehow feels free to wander around a little, starting with this room, picking up the sounds from Tiger, taking a giant leap to Canada, thinking about family, then Redeemer, then my nephews, friends- all quite vague really, and very distracting. But that's alright- then it remembers Easter, which reminds it of occasions, which reminds it that it is my birthday tomorrow, and I'm turning 22.
When wandering, my job gets harder. I write things that fill up space, but say nothing. Like that last sentence. I often worry about what goes on inside my head. For example, this Easter, Mark, Tim, Heather and I were out for a midnight stroll through Stourhead and tapped into our childhood forms of entertainment- nearly forgotten. We turned the full moon into our sergeant hero, the grass into a battle field, marked the manor house as our only source of freedom, and tried to beat the villanous censor lights to achieve victory. At first it was funny- we recognized how absurd we looked creeping across the grass under the full moon at midnight.. but then it became strangely real. When a sudden movement triggered the lights, we freaked out and went sprinting back across the lawn. We strategized. We took painful efforts to reach the mansion. Tim and Mark cut up their hands and knees while painfully crawling across the gravel path to reach the wall. The lights became bullets, a sure sign of sudden death. Call me crazy, but the mind can play weird tricks on you...
But it's a wonderful thing to realize that the art of make-belief is not a lost art. One wonders these things when turning 22. Things like- after 3 1/2 years of university, should my brain be a bit more developed? Do I still think like a child? Is my mind maturing?
My thoughts on this point are inconclusive.
So Easter was fantastic. 13 people in a mini-bus for three hours will obviously be fantastic, and staying in a stable yard surrounded by horses and chickens is also up there. The grounds were incredible, being landscaped to perfection around a beautiful lake, complete with islands inhabited by swans, ducks, and our very good friends- the Canadian geese. The rhodo's and daffodils worked their magic in sprucing up the place with incredible colour, and the sheep, lambs, and open grass fields generated a very peaceful pastoral feel- quite fitting for an Easter retreat. We made a trip out to the Stonehenge on Saturday, but for the most part, we entertained ourselves at Stourhead, which was fine by me. The girls had their own private cabin jammed with bunkbeds to accomodate our party of 10, and the boys had an equally large room for 2. That being said- we fully enjoyed our sleeping quarters, and stayed chaste in the process.
Top few things from the weekend
-Sharon led us in Chapel on good Friday. Isaiah 63. It really hit home.
-hopping around Stonehenge for an hour because I lost circulation in my toes. Heather and I are available if anyone would like coriagraphed dance moves
- Easter Sunday at the Anglican church
- Talent Night!
- sneaking up on baby sheep while they were sleeping, so I could pet their wooly backs
- Easter dinner/ easter egg hunt
- nice drive home with my good friends Simon and Garfunkel
Well folks- it's 12 am in England. I am maturing as we speak. Let's hope being 22 holds as much excitement as the past year- and I really have no doubt it will. Hope for the future holds a million possibilities, and excitement is bound to be caught up in there somewhere. It hasn't failed me yet!
Cheers to everyone back home! Love and miss you lots. Especially today.
I like this picture.
One- because I started a mini stampede by scaring then scattering this small herd-
And two- It captures the ratio of guys to girls on this trip. Redeemer's ratio seems to follow me.
Thursday, March 20, 2008
I am lazy
I just want to direct people who are interested in my life to Laura, Jodi, and Sharon's blogs. They have quality pictures, and Laura has some funny videos from the weekend. That's it.
Have a great Easter everyone! I'm off to Stourhead tomorrow morning- 13 people in a mini-bus for a couple hours should be one heck of a good time- and I'll be back on Monday.
Cheers, and blessed Easter!
Have a great Easter everyone! I'm off to Stourhead tomorrow morning- 13 people in a mini-bus for a couple hours should be one heck of a good time- and I'll be back on Monday.
Cheers, and blessed Easter!
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Caliban
The past week has been a blur. Somewhere between fighting with a persistent head cold while trying to wrap my head around Caliban's schizo personality, all the pent up frustration, days of memorizing lines, and carried over exhaustion from spring break spilled out onto the stage on Friday night. How did the production go? Well, the answers vary.
For those of us who like this sort of thing, it was a good night. For those of us who have never acted in our lives, nor ever wish to do so again, just getting through the thing- regardless of cutting off speakers, forgetting lines, needing 9 prompts, and laughing on stage during a final song.. was a challenge. I suppose the difference in attitude was most notable at the end. Those who thrive off drama may have felt disappointed with the few screw ups, tough crowd, and train wreck ending...whereas a few others came out of their singing "Hallelujiah! I made it through alive! Yes, I suppose I could be lumped in with the latter group on that one. BUT, it is over. And that is one more thing I can cross off my list of things I have never done. Wow, singing in public and acting on stage. Scary stuff.
For those of us who like this sort of thing, it was a good night. For those of us who have never acted in our lives, nor ever wish to do so again, just getting through the thing- regardless of cutting off speakers, forgetting lines, needing 9 prompts, and laughing on stage during a final song.. was a challenge. I suppose the difference in attitude was most notable at the end. Those who thrive off drama may have felt disappointed with the few screw ups, tough crowd, and train wreck ending...whereas a few others came out of their singing "Hallelujiah! I made it through alive! Yes, I suppose I could be lumped in with the latter group on that one. BUT, it is over. And that is one more thing I can cross off my list of things I have never done. Wow, singing in public and acting on stage. Scary stuff.
But a week has passed since our production, and I have realized that the only things I remember from the past week are the social highlights with the group. School? Not so much.
I have come to the conclusion that spring makes people want to play. Generally, I love to play all the time, but spring just puts people over the edge. And so the field across the street has become our stomping grounds-hosting one game of American Football, one game of competitive soccer, one hilarious chicken fight, an aerobics session led by Laura Loney, many pre-game warm up laps, and one fantastic game of soccer baseball. All of which are done in the rain- because the rain tends to tag along with spring quite regularly. But no worries. We are told this builds character ( this "character" I'm building seems to be aimed at my nose, with the revival of an old head cold) Nevertheless- believe me people, we have fun.
So the other night was boggle night. Leave it to a bunch of English majors to spend their friday night spelling words competitively. It's great. We met at Sharon's, had a glass of wine, then wandered down to Gabby's place, where we discovered her secret identity as host genius. For poor students, the sight of a fruit and veggie platter is like stumbling onto a gold mine. Mango's, bananas, cantaloupe, strawberries... does it get any better? Then broccoli, cauliflower, carrots, cucumbers, and celery. With dip! Yum.
So along with the food, came boggle, catch-phrase, dutch blitz, a good movie, and a great conversation until about 1:30 am. I won't rehash the conversation, but it was an eye opener to the many view points there are concerning love and leadership. That was a gross generalization of what was discussed, but there's a taste. Very enjoyable.
Yesterday we met at the field again, ran like idiots in the rain, warmed up with some hot chocolate and whipcream at Laura's while watching "I am Sam" then decided we should all get together at Jodi's for a pancake/sausage/bacon/home fries dinner. This was a great idea, until I realized the ingredients were scattered all over Charlbury, which involved me running in the rain for about 40 minutes to round them up, and by the time I made it back to Jodi's with the goods, I was soaked to the bone. The cold is officially back. I don't know how to get the message across that it wasn't missed. But anyways, the meal was fantastic, followed by a night at the pub with my hostess Beccy and her friends.
Fellowship people. I honestly couldn't live without it. Speaking of which, Church starts in 15 minutes, so I better get started with my walk in the rain.
This is a shout out to everyone back home that although I'm having a great time, I still love and miss everyone back home!! (Hint to my mom to keep me updated on family news! And the same hint goes for the friend department too :)
These are for you mom, to give you an idea of where I'm living, and what the house looks like :) Here's Tim and Tiger in the kitchen
Living room- below is dining room
Kitchen
Laundry room/ complete with everything you need to make tea/coffee and bagels
The Lane I walk everyday to get to my house!
The backdoor to the house
One of the beautiful views of the Cotswold countryside- about 2 seconds from my house
Peeking over the wall to watch some little league soccer
Hope that helps! Cheers!
Living room- below is dining room Kitchen Laundry room/ complete with everything you need to make tea/coffee and bagels The Lane I walk everyday to get to my house!The backdoor to the house One of the beautiful views of the Cotswold countryside- about 2 seconds from my housePeeking over the wall to watch some little league soccerHope that helps! Cheers!
Monday, March 10, 2008
This is the Vatican- where the Pope comes out and addresses the masses. Unfortunately, we just missed him. 
This was meant to be a "where's Ree" picture. I didn't blend with the foliage as nicely as I'd thought
Another one of those "where.." pictures. Haha..I'm such a loser.
This is the site where Julius Caesar was murdered. I'm not sure why, but the place has become some sort of safe haven for cats- there had to be at least 50. Ew.
The Mouth of Truth: as legend has it, you put your hand in there, and if you tell a lie, your hand will be bitten off. Clearly, Laura felt she had nothing to worry about. 
This was meant to be a "where's Ree" picture. I didn't blend with the foliage as nicely as I'd thought
Another one of those "where.." pictures. Haha..I'm such a loser.
This is the site where Julius Caesar was murdered. I'm not sure why, but the place has become some sort of safe haven for cats- there had to be at least 50. Ew.The Mouth of Truth: as legend has it, you put your hand in there, and if you tell a lie, your hand will be bitten off. Clearly, Laura felt she had nothing to worry about.
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