enjoi

I find that the word love gets tossed around too easily. As a result instead of making a list of 50 things I love, I am giving you a sneak peak at what makes me tick - what I enjoy. I got this idea from Gideon Strauss who pointed out that in consideration of what we love that we come to know, most deeply, who we are and who we can become.


(they are in no particular order)


1. the stars.
2. spending time with my family.
3. hilarious situations that make me laugh until I can't breathe.
4. the smell of fresh cut hay.
5. laying in bed in the morning.
6. getting lost in a good book.
7. lasting friendships.
8. smiles.
9. conversation.
10. the combination of chocolate chip cookies and milk.
11. baseball.
12. listening to choirs.
13. letters.
14. accomplishing a goal.
15. taking walks down a gravel road.
16. watching the sun set.
17. the smell of rain.
18. dogs.
19. teddy bears.
20. naps in a hammock.
21. summer.
22. friends sitting around a campfire.
23. potatoes.
24. playing my guitar.
25. competition.
26. gardening.
27. suppertime with my family.
28. lame jokes.
29. comedy.
30. learning something new everyday.

its like rain

I found this post half finished from the summer, but I decided to post it anyways because it is neat.

Good afternoon ladies and gentleman, Katrina here reporting from 333 Springbrook Ancaster Ontario. The current weather is humid and may cause you arms to stick to the kitchen table or make the pages of your book curl (wait... I think the reason that the pages are curled may be the cause of being left out in the rain).


Kudos to you if you are reading this blog because it means that you haven't given up on me. If you did give up and are reading this weeks after I post its understandable, because in all honesty I had given up on myself. I even thought about deleting my blog all together.

Where to start? How about the fact that this is the first summer that I am living away from home? I am not completely convinced that it has been wonderful, for I do get homesick spells and would love nothing more than just to sit at home in the playroom with my family, go outside to play catch with Chester, play a game of Wizard on a Sunday night, play a game of baseball with the church league, or to unload a wagon of hay. Dad in case you missed it, I just offered to unload a wagon of hay. But other than being homesick, this whole independance thing has been pretty great. Working at Maple Leaf has been splendid. This might sound lame, but put me in a place outside, where I can work with great people, there are tractors humming in the background, and some fields growing around me, I will be content. I guess the saying that farming is in your blood is proven. So I have decided that even though I don't want to farm, it is a must that I live near by one so that I can at least ask for the occasional opportunity to drive their tractors.



I have found that independance means that the potential for getting into scrapes is significantly higher. So far I almost signed our house away to a energy 'savings' plan, broke the key to my car at a gas station, lost the mail key many times, trying to pay bills on time, having baby raccoons fall out of your garage roof, and having to be the one to make sure there is air in the tires of the car. I am just thankful that my parents are only a phone call away and no matter how independant I think I am, they still take care of me. Okay this is getting a little too mushy. In fact if my parents actually read this blog (which I know they doesn't) they would probably be getting really awkward and embarassed right about now.

This is where the original post ended, but I am adding on to it.

So the summer past and two of my great friends tied the knot, we went up North, saw Jack Johnson, watched Ultimate Frisbee, became more knowledgable about plants than I ever really wanted to be, got a great burn, bashed my eye on a shelve and got three stiches, and developed a love for Talize.

All in all it was a solid summer. I liked remembering it.