seperation is a good thing

Call me a baby, but I think that the 'section plate' is the best invention for the kitchen since the sink. See the way that each section holds its food and stops it from running into eachother? It's a beautiful thing. It is a personal pet peeve, actually, labelling it a pet peeve is being to kind... I hate it when the my food touches and nothing repulses me more than potatoey peas. Years of watching my dad and brothers pile all their supper items together and topping it off with apple sauce has forever scared me.

So you think of all people, Robyn would be sympathetic to my cause. But apparently she has a very twisted sense of humour. The other day when Angie made us a wonderful supper I kindly asked Robyn to scoop me up some potatoes. This ended up being a big mistake because she plopped them right on top of my all my vegetables!!! So I had to quickly do damage control and save my potatoes from being infected by lima beans But alas! I did not save them all. One of my last bites of potates included a lima bean *shudder*. Robyn thought it was quite a hilarious situation, I did not.

Other than this unfortunate episode life has been treating me well. I can't believe that there is only 15 more days of classes, eeeek. I have quite a bit to get done before April is allowed to come. So if all of the sudden I seem to have dropped off the face of the earth, it is probably because I have in order to escape my work load and responsibilities. Speaking of being responsible, I should probably head to to bed so that I can function tomorrow.

nothing rhymes with orange

Fact: In the English language there is no word that rhymes with orange.
False: Three oranges a day will keep the doctor away.

I bet you are asking yourself, "What's with the oranges?" Well, last week in my grocery shopping endeavor I bought a whole box of oranges because they were on sale. The bright sign below the stand distracted my thought process and I did not consider the fact that oranges go bad at a rapid rate. So now I am eating an abundance of oranges and if you come over to my house I will most likely share them with you or throw them at you. However, here is the catch. You would think that because I am overdosing on Vitamin C I would have an immune system stronger than the Wall of China. Nope, I am currently on the verge of a nasty cold, my throat is scratchy and my head feel like a balloon. I want a refund.

Speaking of refunds, I want a refund on the weather. There is a myth that is going around called Global Warming. Don't believe it. It is March 8th and I can barley see out of my window due to snow. Last time I checked snow doesn't fall in warm weather. Last night Robyn and I got stuck in our driveway 3 times, all at one time (yes, this is possible). In between the 2nd and 3rd time I just collapsed and shook my fists at the heavens, it was quite dramatic. I used to like snow. I liked it when it meant sledding, making snowman, and getting snow days, not shovelling out the driveway. Although, I shouldn't really complain because today a very, very, very, very, very, very, nice man came and ploughed it for us. And when I am really honest with myself, I do still have a soft spot for snow. Infact I am going to make a snowman family tomorrow. Maybe I'll use orange peels for the eyes.

consider the ravens

There is nothing like a steaming cup of tea in your favourite mug after a long day of HALO. Yes, I just said long day of HALO, eew. For my Intramurals class one of the requirements is organizing a tourney. We decided on a HALO tournament because we knew that if all else failed at least people would still come out, and by people I mean guys.

Have you ever sat on a couch watching your friends play video games as wondered “What’s the big deal?” Today, I got a little taste of the big deal, although I cannot and will never claim to understand it. According to a new study, I never will and it’s not my fault. They took 22 young volunteers — half men, half women — and had them play a game as an M.R.I. machine looked at what was happening in their brains. The study found that in the men, there was much more activity in the mesocorticolimbic system (James and Jordan that was for you). When guys play the games, a part of the brain involved in feelings of reward and addiction becomes much more activated than it does in us girls. So there you go, that’s the big deal.

For the last couple of days our house hasn’t has internet. I would love to able to blame it on Bell or even a faulty internet signal because of snow squalls. But the truth is it was a result of a chair race. One pleasant Wednesday afternoon, Robyn and I decided to race our two wheely chairs around the kitchen table. Robyn wanted a best out of 3, because I ended up winning the first one. On the third race, I was clearly in lead when in desperation Robyn threw the internet chords in my pathway. My race chair’s wheels got tangled in them and I screeched to a sudden stop. Let’s just say I am thankful that it was only our internet that suffered damage and that the modem comes with a warrantee that covers domestic acts of violence.

I usually don’t get caught up in the whole ‘RRRRole Up the Rim to Win’ craze, but this year I decided to at least give it a try. As we speak I am 2 for 3, once upon a time I was 2 for 2 and those were the glory days. The next cup I get will probably win me the boat. I can’t wait.

School work wise, this has been a pretty hectic week. Oh how I love the academic world. There is nothing like sitting in class and having a revelation or a remembrance that you have an assignment due the next class. Oh man, I think I really should start using my agenda.

Student Senate elections are going on as I speak (or write) and it is my job to run them. For the first time here at Redeemer Katrina VandenBerg is not running for Senate. It kinda feels weird, but also good, so good.

I just realized how random this was. Oops. Hopefully you could follow my trains of thought. I swear when I was writing they all connected somehow. I guess the title of this post will be random too, the title of the song I am listening too. "I love it its random like freestyling its random."

a broken record

I have never broken a bone in my body, even though there have been plenty of times where I should have. Like the time when Mike dared me to jump off the top step of our stair case, or the time I willfully jumped from the highest stack in the haymow to the floor (about 20 feet) just to prove that I was as cool as Mike and his friend Josh. There have been other opportunities for broken bones due to sacrificing my body for the sake of the game and just being plain clumsy.

Last night I 'broke' my record. As I type this my head is throbbing and my upper lip is cut and slightly swollen. Last night I am pretty sure I broke my nose... I say pretty sure because I am not sure what a broken nose is suppose to feel like and I don't feel like getting checked out. For one, I have a phobia of hospitals, two, I don't think you can really do anything for a broken nose anyways, and three if they can do anything it will be a cast and no thank-you on the cast for the nose.

The story for the broken nose is up there with spraining my foot by getting out of bed. I was on my way down the stairs and my dad was on the way up. We both did not feel the need to turn on the lights so the decent and accent was done in the dark. My dad climbs the stairs like he is a soldier on a mission, full speed, two at a time, and head down. I come down the stairs daydreaming about something and then WHAM. My dad head slams me in the face. I was stunned, then there was a lot of blood. I thought I was dying...

I did not die, but my nose did.

my dream house

I think every girl dreams up what kind of house she wants to one day live in. I am not an exception to this rule, however I think there have been times when I was a little off track...

Over the vastness of my life, I have had many bright ideas of what kind of house I was going to live in.

At the age of 9 I had a grand vision of one day living in a little log cabin in the back woods of my dad's farm, living off the produce of the forest.

At the age of 13 I was convinced that it was possible to live in a box. You could easily turn one of those huge refrigerator boxes into a suitable living environment. Of course it would be in need of a little insulation and a extension chord that would plug into my parents house.

In first year of Univeristy I came up with the idea of bringing a tent trailor on campus and parking it in Siberia. I haven't followed through on this one. I am a little intimidated by Redeemer's security.

Tonight, I realized that my ideas of the past haven't been that far off what we might be seeing in the near future. I was watching the National and Vancouver will be turning huge shipping crates into housing units for the upcoming Olympics. I think I might just have to check them out come Olympic time. I tried to find you all a picture, but it was with little avail. I think it was breaking news and it hasn't leaked out the the world wide web yet. I attempted to sketch you one on paint but it just turned out looking like a 2D box with windows... although that isn't too far off what they actually are.

I think tomorrow I am going to make an Igloo. Apparently they are very warm. I don't believe it for a second.

a pocket sock

Does anyone have a clean extra sock that has losts its pair? Because if you do, I am looking to borrow one. I am in need of one to carry in my back pocket for days like today when I can stuff it in my mouth to prevent myself from talking. I will spare you the details (ie. spare myself from documenting them so that I can forget that they happened). Days like today make me think that mute people got it good. They never have to experience that awful moment when what you just said finally registers in your brain making completely no sense at all. I admire people who have mastered the art of thinking before opening their mouth to share their thoughts with the world. That is a gift, so if you are one of those people, treasure it.

I think this why I enjoy writing so much, because you can erase what you have written very easily and no one will ever know the better. Also with writing you can choose whether or not you want others to read it. There have been many a blog that I have written and have wisely chosen not to push the big orange "Publish Post" button and my diary contains content that no one should ever read (I write with pen in my diary and you can't erase pen). On the other hand, there have been posts, stories, poetry, and essays that I have written and shared that have been simply brilliant. Yes, I am bragging, but I can do that because this is my blog and I can brag if I want to.

I will now leave you with a great quote,

Calvin: Sometimes when I'm talking, my words can't keep up with my thoughts. I wonder why we think faster than we speak.
Hobbes: Probably so we can think twice.

Oh Calvin and Hobbes how I relate to thee, except that I have been diagnosed with the completely opposite problem...

it's the end of the world as we know it

So I have decided that I should never drink coffee within the 5 hour braket before I want to sleep. Presently, I am completely wired due to a Timmy's Cafe Mocha that I drank at 10pm... shoot.

Today I almost died. I know what you are thinking right now, "This is just one of Katrina's over exagerated tales" but I assure you that it is not. At about 5:30pm I got into my car to begin my drive up the escarpment. Usually I don't mind driving; I put in a sweet CD, crank it, sing along (occasionally dance), and cruise. Not today, as I got into my car, I noticed that I was being pelted by ice bullets and then quickly covered by huge snowflakes. Ice + snow + driving = near death. I don't think I have to go into detail about the drive, I am sure you have all had some kind of a similar experience.

I know that the weather is not a very interesting topic to talk/write about, usually only used to fill a moment of awkward silence. But what if I told you that the weather might be predicting the end of times? I saw and heard something today that I have never seen before, lightning and thunder during a snow storm. It was increadible; the snow muffled the thunder noise while the the lightning reflected of it. Robyn and I came to the conclusion that it was a sign that the world was ending. After this conclusion was made I Googled it and I came up with a letter from Ralph who assured us that "that thunder snow as some call it does happen. It is certainly uncomon, but not rare." Ralph seemed like a credible source, as he is a Newton Scientist.

Maybe our conclusion about the end times was a little rash, but it is understandable. This topic has been on the brain, because next Tuesday Jordan and I are doing a presentation on the topic Consummation in the 'Return of the King." I am pretty pumped about this topic. I can't wait to get started on it. I read the end of the LOTR while I was getting my hair done at the hairdressers and it was a little awkard because I got emotional... but I could not help it, Sam just does that to me. Okay.... I am going to stop now before I sound like a complete nerd.

To balance off that last topic I am going to talk about music. This week I discoverd a band called "As Tall As Lions" and I think that they are fantastic. I am torn whether to tell people about them, because I like it that they are not well known, but then again music is all about sharing. Oh, and also you should check out Great Aunt Ida. I babysit for the Bowens and Ben Bowen introduced me to her because he plays in her gigs. I really like her sound, it's the kind of music that you would sit in a comfy chair sipping tea to on a rainy day.

Speaking of sipping tea, today I was culturized. Tonight Robyn prepared a wonderful meal and right before I was about to pick up a fork to eat I looked over and Robyn was eating with her hands! She told me that it was the Ugandian way. I have to admit, at first I was a little apalled, but then embraced it and followed suit. If you have never had the sensation of eating rice and stirfry with your hands I highly recommend it. It brings a whole new meaning to 'finger licking' good.

That said, I am glad it's not the end because I feel like I am just beginning.

let's pretend

For the sake of making my blog interesting compared to the exciting blogs from France and England, let's pretend that I am writing you all from an exotic island. And also for the sake of myself, because of the time difference on this island, I am not writing this at 2:30am but 2:30pm.

As I am writing I am fending off a crazy monkey that is trying to bite my toes, this monkey looks an awful lot like a kitten named Charlley. (Yes, I finally decided on a name for my kitten with the help of Robyn. It's pronounced Charlie, but spelt in a female way).

Life on this island is pretty exciting. It is not everyday that you wake up to cloudy skies and unpredictible climate change. One day it could be 5 degrees and mud is sticking to your pants, while the next day it could be -11 (with the windchill feel more like -40). I bet you tomorrow will bring some snow squalls. For all you back in Canada, England, and France, snow squalls are heavy periods of snow fall throughout the day. These really only happen on this island, so I am the only priviledged one who will get to live through them.

I am having a lot of down time lately, relaxing in the jungle... This means I can read as much as I want to. Right now I am reading through the LOTR with the occasional 19th piece on the side to keep my mind sharp. This reading is really helping me out with the classes that I am taking through Redeemer's new online classes. My Lewis and Tolkien class is by far my favourite class. I came into this class as a casual interest and I am quickly turning into a nerd... I fully embrace this.

I have met this really precious baby named Abigail Bowen in my explorations. She is simply adorable and I love spending time with her. We love to dance to Dixie Chicks together. I also just love it when it is her nap time and she just snuggles with me as she sleeps. Probably one of the highlights of my weeks here.

The other day the community center held a Soup Fest. This is where all the local restaraunts made their famous soups for us to try. My favourite one was Asparagus with White Mushroom. Mmmmm, it was delectible. Robyn tried one that was a definate FLOP - coconut chicken (by the way, Robyn came along with me to the Island).

I wish I could post pictures of this Island, but blogger isn't letting me dowload them right now. Oh, well some other time then eh?

Okay... I admit, I am not actually on a sweet Island somewhere and it is definitley 3am in the morning. Shoot... I wish I was travelling right now. I don't know what has gotten into me, but I am feeling pretty restless and I just want to go or do something different with my life. So just for now I will keep on pretending. Heck, daydreaming is one of my favourite past times, so why not?

lights will guide you home

One of my greatest pet peeves is when people do not update their blogs. As of now I am officially my own pet peeve. I swear it’s a great to feel that way about yourself.

You want to know another pet peeve of mine? Well whether you do or you don't you are going to find out, that is the beauty of rhetorical questions. Knots. I can't stand the knots that are impossible to untie, the ones that you could spend hours trying to undo but then they just become bigger, more tangled, and messier. In grade school I was the kid that all the other kids, and the occasional teacher, would approach to undo the knots in their shoelaces, I was/am pretty proud of that fact. And sometimes if was bored, I would purposely tie a string into multiple knots just so that I could practice untying them. I am not really sure where I am going with this... I wanted to turn it into an analogy of some sort for this past week, but I am failing miserably. Instead I am going to use it as a metaphor. This past week was like a tangled knot. If this metaphor does not work for you just take this past paragraph as you learning one more interesting fact about me and if I ever become famous and there is a Jeopardy category about me you will be one step ahead of the game.

Alrighty, enough about pet peeves and more about just pets. If you don't already know I have a kitten. You may have heard rumours that it is mutated and sickly and I want to take this time to assure you that these rumours are true. Yes, my kitten has 8 toes on its front paws and it repeatedly sneezes, but as weird as it sounds I love her dearly. She doesn't have a name, unless you count Kitty as a name. Not only do I have a cat in my life, I have a dog. Her name is Ayla and she is wonderful. Ok, technically she is not mine, she is the guys, but I like to think that she is. And just between you and me, with Ryan as an exception, I think I am her favourite. In my opinion everyone should have pet and here's why. Pets don't care whether you've had a good or bad day, they don't care what you have done or what is going to happen, they are great listeners and they don't give any advice. All they do is love you no matter what. We all need to be loved like this, even if it means that they slobber all over our faces or sneeze on our pillows.

This week I said goodbye to three pretty stellar friends. They have all set off into adventures in far distant lands that only Skype and MSN can bridge. I might sound like a sap, but I miss you guys already, especially my roomies. Just make sure you have the best time of your life while you are out there to make all this missing worthwhile. However, with every hole there is usually a trampoline close by to help you jump out and have fun while doing it. Since I am on a role with the metaphors I won't stop, Robyn is my trampoline. I can't even start to tell you how AWESOME it is to have her here with me again. She is definitely one of my most favourite people in the whole wide world. I was going to take this time to write you a whole list of things that make her wonderful, but chances are if you read my blog you probably already know Robyn and know why she is so great.

Tonight was Church In The Box. It was pretty great, except I was struck by something. During worship I found myself unable to sing some of the songs. Not because I didn't like them or disagreed with them, but solely because I knew if I sang some of those songs lyrics it would be hypocritical. For me, this is the main reason why I 'prefer' to worship with hymns. I find hymns meet me more at where I am at and allow me realise the state I'm in. While, I find that some of the contemporary worship songs make me say things that my heart does not. This is solely based on my opinion and is not necessarily true for you. It was just something that struck me as I was singing tonight and I am not really sure how I feel about this response.

Well friends this will be all for tonight, except that I am going to leave you with one more metaphor. Friends are like lights.

Lights will guide you home...

board games

I grew up on these things. Every Sunday afternoon for as long as I can remember was designated as family bonding time via board games. Now, I know that most people dread the thought of ever playing and would rather deem them 'bored' games. But I assure you, spend and afternoon with the VandenBerg's playing Monopoly or Settlers and you will never see them in the same light (the board games).

My Dad likes to see them as a bonding tool, but I'm not sure that's the purpose they hold in my family. You see, my family is made up of half ruthless competitive and half sensative competitive members. Every game there is someone who ended up in tears while the others left miffed, except for the one who won... they would be rubbing it in every other minute (actually only if one of the ruthless competitive ones won). Unfortunately for myself I am one of the ruthless competitive ones (I know this might come as a surprise). However, I am really bad at playing board games and I hardly ever win, wow, that was hard to admit. This is my theory, no one likes to see or let me win and everyone likes to get me all riled up and the perfect way of doing this is making me lose. When we play together it seems like everyone takes the extra mile just to boycott my plan in Settlers, refuse to trade properties in Monopoly, steal my boyfriend in the Barbie Game, always attack my countries in Risk, take my triple word score in Scrabble... trust me I could go on, but I will spare you. This history with board games has almost killed them for me, but since I have such a strength of character I continue on.

I guess the true purpose of this blog was to announce that last night we payed Settlers and I won against my family for the first time! It has been long awaited, but the victory felt marvelous. Just thought I would let the world know :)

bless us one and all

I watch this movie every Christmas and I am dedicating this song to all of you!

HAVE A BLESSED CHRISTMAS!

Canada eh?

Lately, I have witnessed that our wonderful country of Canada has been taking the heat (maybe the cold shoulder would be a better term).

With Robyn just coming back from Africa and Ree, Tim, and Danielle going abroad for a semester I feel like Canada has lost its appeal. This is why I am writing this breath-taking blog. As I chew my little brother's last piece of strawberry Hubba Bubba I am going to ensure that all of you that have caught the travelling bug long to come back to me, back to your homeland, with gratefulness.

I understand that the grass is ussually greener on the other side, but in my very biased opinion the grass seems pretty green over here. Well, maybe not right now, but if you dig under the 4 feet of snow you will be able to see it. Where else in the world can you find green grass under snow? I have heard that England and France has very little grass and the grass that they do have you can't walk on. In Canada however, we have an abundance of lush green grass, grass that you can walk on whenever you want, grass so green that you have to cut it at least once a week. Canada has very nice soft green grass.

Africa may have the lions, the zebras, and the giraffes, but does it have the Beaver? It might have them cooped up in zoo's somewhere, but in Canada they roam free. The beaver is the largest rodent in the world. Although its size makes it a little slow on land, in the water it can go 0 - 7km in 3 seconds flat. Impressed yet, if not get a load of this. Not only is it really speedy, the beaver has exceptional teeth. Its long, sharp, strong teeth grow continuously. The upper and lower teeth grind against eachother so they remain chisel-sharp. With them, a beaver is able to feel very large trees. The beaver cuts down an average of 216 trees a year. Can a lion do that? I don't think so.

Now on to the topic of snow. Yes, I admit it is cold and it is unpleasant to get facewashed or get snow in your shoes. But like I always say, perspective is everything. Take sun for example. We say we all love it, but do we love it when it gives us a sunburn that turns into boils, do we love it when we are suffering from sunstroke, do we love it when we are working a 12 hour day doing labourous outdoor work, or when we are trying to get to sleep but we can't because it is too muggy to breathe properly? Probably not. Snow is wonderful. It allows hills or mountains to become slippery so that we can crack out the crazy carpets or GT Racers, our snowboard or skiis, or if you are Ree, her very slippery shoes. We can make snow angels, snowmen, forts, tunnels, snowballs, and catch snowflakes on our tongues. And you have to admit their is something pretty magical about going to sleep at night with the ground all brown and dead, but then waking up to a winter wonderland.

With snow comes the cold. This one is going to be a little harder to make into something wonderful, but here goes. Cold brings ice and ice brings skating and pond hockey. How many of us have spent endless hours on the pond either pretending we are the next Jamie Salé or Wayne Gretzkey. I know I did. And just in case you didn't know Canada has the longest skating rink in the world - the Rideau Canal. It is about 40mins from my house and while you skate you can eat the best beaver tails in the world (it's a pastery, not an actual tail). Not only does the cold give us ice, but it also gives us a pretty good excuse for our moms to make us hot choclate with the big puffy marshmellows on top.

I think if I was forced to pick ONE thing about Canada as my arguing point I would pick the mountains. I know, I know, I am from Ontario and I have no idea about mountains, but this summer I went to Alberta and I got my first taste of them. They were probably the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life. If I could wake up every morning and see a mountain in the distance I would live a very content life. I know that there are other places in the world with mountains, but they are probably not as good as ours.

And if I haven't convinced you yet, here is my last point. Canada is where I live. If you haven't already noticed I am a very fun person, and I have been told that I am hilarious. If you leave Canada you leave me and unevidably your life will become a little less interesting.

The Hubba Bubba gum that I am chewing has lost all its flavour and its making my jaw hurt, so I am going to take that as my cue to stop.

bread and (no) butter

Mom I think you will be proud.

I felt like Laura Ingalls today and made my first homemade bread. Now finally I might win the heart of Almanzo Wilder. :)


































Maybe if I am feeling ambitious, tomorrow I will church some butter to go along with it.
That's a pretty big maybe...

sorry Jordan

In lue of Danielle's shower Ree, Jordan, and I had a girls night. This was the result...
















We painted our nails.















Then we pampered our faces with watermelon cucumber facemasks.

bruised

Have you ever nailed your elbow on the arm of your wooden couch on the downward swing of your yawn? I have, this afternoon in fact. Now my bruised elbow is what is keeping me from writing my paper, ouch.

Papers, papers, papers. I said that three times because that is how many I have to write in the next week. I wanted to get this one done today, but somehow doing the dishes, taking a nap, snuggling with Cow, listening to David Gray, sipping tea, and writing this blog seemed more important. Oops.

I think I am suffering from an extreme case of Pro-crast-in-ation. Don't worry about me though, I get it every year around this time and I always seem to get through it fine. As long as no other disease such as Tuberculosis attacks me at the same time.



Elbow. That's a weird word.

teach me to seek you in all that has life

That you have made me in the image of you own mystery
thanks be to you, O God.
That in the soul of every human being
there are depths beyond naming
and heights greater than knowing
thanks be to you.
Grant me the grace of inner sight this day
that I may see you as the Self within all selves.
Grant me the grace of love this day
that amidst the pain and disfigurement of life
I may find the treasure that is unlocked by love,
that amidst the pain and disfigurment of my own life
I may know the richness that lies buried in the human soul.

"When you wake up in the morning, Pooh," said Piglet at last, "what's the first thing you say to yourself?"

"What's for breakfast?" said Pooh. "What do you say, Piglet?"

I say, I wonder what's going to happen exciting today?" said Piglet.

Pooh nodded thoughtfully.

"It's the same thing," he said.

fresh vegetables and flowers

I thought I would never ever say this, but you know what they say... "Never, ever, ever, say never, ever, ever, ever."

What is better than listening to a song that you just downloaded on Limewire, better than a cup of hot chocolate with marshmellows on a cold day, better than half priced candy after Halloween?
Fresh vegetables. There I said it.

I didn't realise how much the body craves fresh produce when it hasn't consumed it for more than two weeks. This is the plight of an off campus student who goes grocery shopping every three weeks.

Last Friday I was invited to an Alumni Board dinner/meeting. On the menu was rice and platters piled with vegetables. I think I ate 30 cherry tomatoes, a whole green pepper, and countless carrots and cucumbers. That was an alliteration. This was not even the best part of the night, the part where I was given a bouquet of lillies topped off the night, and they presently fill my room with a pleasent aroma.

This aroma is the only thing that is sedating me as I unpatiently wait for an episode of House to download. Jason has got me hooked, but too bad the speed of the internet in our dwelling is SUPPPERRR SLOWWW. I have been waiting 3 hours for 30%! That is 10% every hour, that means it will take 10 hours for me to watch one show. Here is something else that I thought I would never say. I wish I had Redeemer internet.

Wow.

I think I have gained a new view on video games. As kids we were never allowed to play them = I really suck at them = I never gained an appreciation for them. Until now. The other night I saw something weirdly beautiful. Jason and Jordan hooking up their computers to one set of speakers and playing Chorno Trigger, and now they are BFF (boy friends forever).

On Wednesday I have my interview to see if I can get into the Education program at Redeemer. I am pretty excited for this, finally I feel like I am stepping in the direction of becoming a teacher. But for the record if I don't get in I am taking Teacher's College in New Zealand.

Speaking of different countries, I feel like everyone else is speading their wings and soaring to different parts of the world. And by everyone I mean Ree, Tim, Danielle, and Robyn. Ree and Tim are going to England next semester for schooling, Danielle France, and Robyn in Africa. My wings are clipped and I am staying in Ontario. A little part of me would like to go travel this big world of ours, but is it a really bad thing that I am content to stay here? That I don't have a longing to hop on a plane and spend four months away? I feel lameo.

I like it here. I like having my family a drive away, I like having my friends within walking distance, I like knowing that it will snow in a couple of weeks, I like the familiar. There is enough stuff in my life that is unpredictable and wonderful.
It is okay if you think I am lame. :)

This little clip from You Tube has no connection to my blog, but I guarentee that this will put a smile on your face and a chuckle in your throat.

Ree and Me

We frolicked in the leaves...















and we ate some too!















My favourite part, we found a wagon!

Is that Laura Ingalls Wilder or is that Katrina VandenBerg?
















Ree is eating my face.
















































Fall is fun.

And then we died our hair. Mine is orange like a pumpkin.

its a beautiful ride

Georgia Rule. Awful movie, I wouldn't even recommend it to my worst enemy. If there was one thing that I could take out of this movie and apply it to life it would be this.
At one point the girl was doing a puzzle and the guy asked her why she wouldn't look at the picture of the puzzle she was working on. Her answer was this, "Why would you want to know how it is supposed to end, it would just make the rest wasting time."

Last week I asked Tim if he would want to fast-forward life 10 years so that we would know our life ended up so that we wouldn't have to stress about our decisions. I expected him to answer with a resouding YES! But he didn't. He told me that he wouldn't because then we wouldn't live a very full life. Right... we would probably just waste our time.

Life isn't always beautiful, but it is a beautiful ride. I don't want to waste this time. That is all.

Ree and I had some adventures today.

We went a train hunting.
















And we found one a top a 50 foot bridge. It scooted right past us though. Yes that is us on the bridge with the train right behind us. It was thrilling.


*The pictures are taking too long to load so I will wait until I am back in Ancaster to finish this tale.*