???

I just posted something that I started writing last week.
Unfortunatly, it's placed its self back IN last week... so though it's a new post, you'll have to scroll down for my diatribe on the bean.

I know that God has it all under control... but the anal control freak part of me wants to step in and take over. There must be something tangeble I can be doing...

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/africa/4501353.stm

continue to pray for my friends in Togo, pray for our brothers and sisters there....

as always, my own problems seem pretty insignificant in light of what's going on.

"fine"-ground beans? (or) "where's the Dank?"

Like any good Canadian, I will not turn down a Timmy's when it's handed to me. But unlike many, I don't go out of my way to drink there.
I prefer my Bean... Human Bean that is... until now.

I like to spend my Sunday afternoons hanging out with a pirate, a magazine and a sweet Chi tea. "A little bit of the circus" I think was the phrase coined in reference to it's ambiance. Well suiting in a place where your tea cup often gets juggled by Pirate Dave before he fills it.
(for those of you with the means, look up the article in the Port Hope Evening Guide about the Human Bean... it gave me a good long laugh) (I can't find it or I'd link it for you!)
This week I entered in to the newly made-over. bean for my cuppa. I like to sit back and watch the world go by from the front bar, sit in the back to lose a game of scrabble, or just visit with friends. I walked in, got my Chi and left.
I couldn't handle the Martha-esque look of it. Nor was I feeling part of the empty nester crowd, nor was I dressed up enough.... nor was I in the mood to listen to two guys play Vivaldi on their recorders. (Don't get me wrong, I've ALWAYS been a Vivaldi fan... just not in my bean... on the recorder).
I looked at my pirate, who was NOT a pirate... in fact only one last vestage of piracy remains (the skull and cross bones on the coffee card box)(even the tip cup has been washed clean!) and said only "oh, I don't know". To which came the reply "I miss the dank".

I miss the dank too.

Tomorrow is Sunday. I'm not sure what to do...

On a better note: Volunteer meeting at the Cobourg Library tomorrow night 7pm for the Shelter Valley Folk Fest (see link at the side)

YAHOOOOOOOOooooo, come on out folks!

Where is the news???

I get SO frustrated with the media....


German centre firebombed in Togo

Riots over what the opposition said was election fraud left at least 22 dead.

The opposition protests have subsided and on Thursday, soldiers were forcing Lome residents to dismantle the barricades that had been erected in opposition strongholds.

Some 3,600 people have fled Togo for neighbouring Benin, according to the UN refugee agency.

Election observers from West African regional body Ecowas accepted that there had been problems, but said the results had generally reflected the will of the people. .

this was taken from a bbc site... I've seen nothing on the news. Have you?
Oh wait... right right, I forgot... no one cares, it's just Africa.
Nevermind, don't get me started on that one.
Please continue to pray for the Friesens and the other missionary families~ for wisdom and safety.
Pleae pray for the Togolese that they would have wisdom and safety and PEACE!!!!

time management

I need to learn how best to make use of my time....
today I fully intended to tackle the remaining pile under my bed AND dust/mop/clean the apartment... trust me when I say it needs it... and it's fully my fault that it's not done.... I also planned on finishing my response to a rather unpleasant experience I had over the weekend.

I did get to the gym
I did go for my walk
I did go grocery shopping
and I did go to the mall looking for a shirt to wear to the wedding next week.

I did NOT do any of the things I planned on doing.
*sigh*

please pray!

Hey, just a short one for now....
The Togolese peoples are in the middle of an election.
I'm not sure how to ask you to pray, but our God is big enough to figure out what we mean!
Thanks everyone :)

follow the link above to get more info....

increasing your vocabulary

ok, so we're watching sesame street this morning at work (between flipping french toast and wiping up coffee).
Cookie Monster gets accused of stealing a box of cookies that Maria had baked for her Aunt. Cookie, the dear soul that he is, looks at her and (as close to tears as a muppet can be) says...

I may be glutton
But I not a thief!

ohhhh, poor Cookie!

YOUR mark here!

so I know that we've been getting lots of visitors to the site (and by "we" I mean "me")... please don't be afraid to leave messages! Even if I don't know you! I love comments, feedback... not so good with criticism, but whatever!
Thank you to those who have left their mark....

ok, and one last addition to the list of Bloggers.. my dear Norton Pee Bunny himself has decided to give blogging a go. He's not so good with remembering to post, and his site is pretty much under construction still, but he wanted you all to know that he's joined us. For a rabbit, he sure is grumpy! I'll work on getting him to change his attitude.... (he's a workaholic no doubt)
you can find the beginnings of his sie here.

play dead play dead!!!!!!!!
ohhh, funny chicken

mooowaaaa ha ha ha haaaaa

Seriously, this is one of the funniest things I've seen in a while...
don't bother to go there if you don't have high speed though, it's just frustrating.....
what could be funnier than a chicken that obeys your every command?????

dancing diva?

Oh!! goodness! I just realized I hadn't said anything about the ballroom dancing... SORRY!! I figure I've probably talked everyone's ear off about it at this point... BUT I KNOW you want to hear about it here right?
right.
So we get to the church where it's being held and there's 16 other couples there, quite the range in ages and... ummm... styles? We didn't really know what to expect.. how do you go about giving dance lessons???
It all ended up working out though in the end... after much tromping on eachother, we took off our shoes and just enjoyed it. I thought that maybe one or the other of us would quit in the first half hour.. there was quite a bit of cussing going on. But seriously, the improvements from the beginning of the night to the end were enough encouragement to keep at it. It's sucky that we don't have any practice time between lessons, but I'm still super pumped about it... anyone want to practice with me?????
Please?

too too much

I've decided that I like dates.
I mean the mushy dried fruit type dates, I imagine I'd like OTHER dates, but...
anyway, as for my fruit-a-licious friends, I've eaten too many today and now, despite their being good for you.... well... I feel ill.

This morning on my walk I got to thinking. There's been this ball of snow that I've admired for it's tenacity... it's been hiding in a shadow at the train station, wrapped in leaves and twigs and dirt.
I was thinking about how it must be such a nice cool place, and I was filing it away in my mind as a great spot to read later this summer when the heat gets intense. I got a little closer today and saw that it had rolled down the hill a bit.
Turns out it was cotton batting.
Sad.

two more

two new memebers to the blogging community.. Jen and Titus, welcome aboard... yeah, it's addictive...
check out the side bar for links to their sites.

decisions

hey everyone, please pray with me, I've got a few decisions to make... pray that answers would come quickly, and that they would be God honouring!
Thanks ;)

digging deeper

and now, on a sad note:
I've been dedicating some "date time" with my house. Spending time with various parts of it, cleaning up.. up you know... the closet, the space under the bed, the cupboard in my bathroom, the sun room.... it's an endless and thankless task...
anyway I've gotten rid of two bags of recycle crap... and I've got the one big bag of clothes to give away (hey, anybody need some clothes?) And I've still got about half of the space under my bed to tackle..
here's the sad part...
I've been looking and looking, but it seems I've lost all the letters I've written to my husband! These are the letters I started writing in high school... prayers that I've prayed for him... things I've wanted to share with him... hopes, dreams, stupid jokes...
*sigh*
I guess I can just re-write them... it doesn't look like I'll need them anytime soon.
Why does spring put this longing in me? it's freakin annoying!

my favorite things

and no, I'm not refering to the song by the same title (that which causes me to become dizzy and feel the need to put my head between my knees to avoid the dead faint!)
Today, well, today is a good day....
I hope you are having one of those days too.

deceptive

ok, so we're supposedly in the "warmer" weather now. The rabbit has started shedding (again) (or perhaps that's still?)
There are crocuses up in the garden.
there are robins EVERYWHERE.
kids have their skipping ropes out.
my laundry is hanging out to dry.
the street cleaners have gone by twice.
but my nose is cold.

in truth

in truth I should say that Jackson is my real hero...
I mean, what an amazing person to volunteer for ballroom lessons.
Selfless really.
Now, to find someone equally special for this little bro-o-mine...
the search begins.

my hero

The very first time I can remember being mocked by my dear friend Roy Be-bopkins was for calling him "my hero" more than once in an evening at work. Ok, I think I said it like four times that night... I've been mocked pretty much every day since that fateful first shift. That's ok, he's the big brother I never wanted anyway.
I just wanted to announce to the world that (yet again)

Roy Hopkins truly is my hero.

Not only did he switch shifts with me so I could work days on Thursdays, but he was the one who thought of it! What a great guy.
Lessons start Thursday... don't ask me about it until after our first go at it.. because I'm so excited I might BUST.

Got my first sunburn of the year on Saturday. Attending what must be the first ever sunny-day race weather for the "float your fanny down the ganny race". Don't ever expect good weather at a race commemorating a flood that washed your town away 25+ years ago.

there was something else monumental that I wanted to talk about. but it's gone now....
give me some time it'll come back to me.

clarification

there aren't enought free evenings in the week....
because there are so many things that I want to be doing, but they all happen while I'm at work. So, what to give up... and for how long?
Jack and I are suppose to start our dance lessons this coming week... but do I give up my sat. night or my mon. night? BAH!!!!

What if we were to add another day in the week? What would it be called? Where would it fit in? would it be a weekday, or weekend? How would you figure out who was suppose to work? it would be nice to have an even number of days in a week....

but there are not enough free evenings in the week... how sad.

early morning shadows are most definitely my favourite

Choose your own adventure

There are some days when all I want to do is pull a back to the future (the original).
Growing up I LOVED the choose your own adventure books… you have a story line that you are following, then you’re given the choice of what happens next. If you want to chase your friend into the abandoned house, go to page 12, if you go home and get your parents go to page 27. I especially liked the ones where you had four or more choices as to how the story would end. BUT I was never satisfied with my choices… I would mark the places in the book and go back to each choice and see what would have happened if I’d done something different.

This week I’ve been thinking about the times in my life when I wish I’d said or done something different.
Those times when I’ve stood with the option of one thing or another.
When I’ve chosen the path of least resistance.
The path that wasn’t so scary.
The path that my stubborn self had chosen.

Not that I’m not happy with who or where I am today…
I just want to go back to the earmarked page and see what would have happened.

suprise!

wow, I honestly thought that the last post would have gathered a few comments! I was mistaken.
what a boob.

GOOD-bye?

The term "good-bye" had never really drawn my attention before. I use it all the time.

er, no, I say "bye" or "see you later".

Now that I really think about it... I don't know the last time I used the full term.
but now I am preparing to say to the ladies "good-bye". No one knows for sure if they'll be sticking around, I guess we'll find out in the next few weeks. They wait for the go ahead from some doctor.
They've been a part of me for so long that I almost can't imagine life without them... They've been there for years, catching my mistakes, softening my landings, bringing attention, filling things out for me... really, what more could a girl want?
LESS I tell you, a girl could want less!
Less poking, less screaming "look at us", less material used against me... less pain in the back-side, less bobbing around unsure of the direction they want to go in life... less bringing me down!!!
yes, it is with anticipation that I wait to say good-bye fair ladies... but it is with trepidation I look to a future without them.

welcome to the club.

I just wanted to welcome Manda to the world of blogging....

WELCOME

you'll see her as a link in the side-bar sometime soon. until then you can find her at
www.chronichiccup.blogspot.com

strangely enough I have the hiccups RIGHT now. It's nice to have something in common with your friends. Someone reminded me awhile back about me getting kicked out of class everyday in grade nine becasue my hiccups were so bad... Thankfully I've nearly grown out of them?

Note: ABM has a concert this coming week, check their site for times and place. (sidebar!)

ok.... WHY was it snowing today???? hello, I had to clean off my car twice!
hard to type with hiccups...

oh flatmate! you'll be missed...

It's a sad thing really. There's this blog that I've been reading for awhile now, and the writer has decided to call it quits. It's too bad really, because every day it makes me smile... laugh, quake with fear at the "what if". It's called "Things I hate about my flatmate" and is dedicated to all the dumb things that this girl's room mate does. This room mate has NO life skills what-so-ever.... it's pretty funny. BUT if you decide to visit it, just be warned the language is a little vulgar.
www.ihatemyflatmate.blogspot.com
not all the posts are cached with a link on the page, but there are ways to look them up.

Please pray as there are some financial mix-ups that happened in my absence from Canada... and I'm not sure how to get the dialouge going to get it fixed... pray for wisdom, and grace... maybe I shouldn't have spent all my incometax?