Rolling on the Floor laughing....

The leafs lost 8 -0 tonight to Ottawa....
BAHAHAHAHA.
HAHAHA
HAHA
TEEHEE
*snort*

and to make the evening that much better...
the Oilers won....
HORRAY

eight to nothing....
*chuckle*
hahahahahaha

I'm going to sleep well tonight...
bahahahahaha

a great afternoon

• four friends
• 40 minuets out of Eston
• one who wouldn't answer her cell
• excellent tropical chicken pizza
• amazing chicken fajita pizza
• complete with honey garlic wings and coke
• one movie that was better than expected (flight plan)
• equals a very wonderful afternoon/early evening.

oh and because I am a sucker for these things...

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Your Superhero Name is The Emerald Prodigy Your Superpower is Extra-terrestrial Your Weakness is Cold Weather Your Weapon is Your Fungal Gel Your Mode of Transportation is Stilts

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sway to the beat

Savory Cuban melodies and rhythm's play - filling this stripped dungeon of an office with the sway and swagger of a land very different from my own.
In my world this day, walking is not required, one must rather "move to the rhythm" in order to get around.
Homework falls into step and typing is only done along with the beat as my mind drifts to places more warm, air thick and hot.

I smile as I type, dance as I think, and laugh at the jokes my teacher subtly dropped at 8:20 this morning...

I am still exhausted - felt pressed to pray yesterday and found out rather humorously that I was not alone. A prayer meeting that started at 12:30 by about 1:30 had almost the whole school invovled and while classes were stopped we spent the afternoon seeking God, being very aware of His call for us to pray, to confess and repent of sins, and to seek His face.
It was an incredible time of seeking God - prompted by the Spirit - as a body...
It isn't done - that was only the beginning.....

memories

I have been overwhelmed today (and yesterday mind you) with memories. Good memories. Memories that make you miss times, places, people, little quirks....*sigh*.

Someone will say something and I will flash back to a moment from a job in Wpg a handful of years ago where at work a co-worker is telling a story and we are all rolling on the floor laughing because a) she tells stories in such a hillarious and unique way and b) the story is simply hillarious.

I worked at this coffee shop for just over a year in Wpg and there were these enormous windows (nearly floor to ceiling) that stretched the length of this corridor where the shop was situated. Because I opened and closed at this place I would watch the days pass by - sunrise to sunset - out these windows - often times feeling very stuck in a place that at times didn't quite seem like reality.
I wonder if that's how fish feel....being all stuck in a bowl.....

I remember my favorite thing about winter and about being able to work at this job was this one guy.
**side note - Regulars always make a work place worth it, even if it is a customer service job**
He would arrive early in the morning
- athletic build- a little on the skinny side, tall (over 6' for sure), gentle face, deep dark eyes, about in his late 40's - mid 50's, and very quiet.

From our perch inside these windows we would watch as he found his bench, sit down and put his skates on. He would spend most of the day figure skating in the middle of the forks where they put a slab of ice over the concret for the winter as a little mini outdoor skating rink.
All by himself just skating the day away.
He was a regular, and skated for us and the world almost every morning during the long cold winters.
He reminded me of beauty, and that winter isn't all that horrible after all.

On days where he wouldn't show up we would miss him and drink our chai hoping he would show up the next day. He was such a beautiful surprise in the middle of the cold winters in Wpg.

I have really been missing Wpg alot....such treasured people and memories from my time there.

lyrics

I'm usually not one for posting much lyrics on this blog - but this weekend as we volleyball players travelled to MJ and back four of us were in a friends car and listened to this song quite a lot. I woke up singing it this morning (I love to wake up singing...) and there were some lines that were very powerful to me....
Which lines stop you and make your heart take notice...?

I built another temple to a stranger
I gave away my heart to the rushing wind
I set my course to run right into danger
Sought the company of fools instead of friends

You know I've been unfaithful
Lovers in line
While you're turning over tables
With the rage of a jealous kind
I chose the gallows to the aisle
Thought that love would never find
Haning ropes will never keep you
And your love of a jealous kind
Love of a jealous kind

Tryin' to jump away from rock that keeps on spreading
For solace in the shift of the sinking sand
I'd rather feel the pain all too familiar
Then be broken by a lover I don't understand
'Cause I don't understand

One hundred other lovers, more, one hunderd other altars
If I should slow my pace and finally subject me to grace
And love that shames the wise, betrays the heart's deceit and
lies
And breaks the back of foolish pride

Jars of Clay "Jealous Kind"

words

Words I love this moment:

• proclivities
• cacophony
• rummination
• ka-zun-tight
• soporific
• propensity

stirred again

I have been listening to Rita Springer all day today.
This has been an incredible thing, a very uplifting thing, and a very challenging thing.
There have been three women in music that have - without fail - stirred in me, reawakended in me, sparked something in regards to my love and pursuit of music.
Jann Arden, Rita Springer, and Kim McMechan.
Could I even try and explain what it is I mean?

I used to write songs.
Worship songs, random songs, anything.
No one heard it, I never let anyone in on it, but I did it and I did it a lot.
I don't remember when it stopped, I don't remember why, but I do remember the day I grieved over its loss, the day I suddenly "woke up" and realized I hadn't been doing it anymore.
I love to write and sometimes I would put different journal entries or poems to music.

The three women mentioned above have always spoken, ministered from afar, and reawakened this passion for music in my life just when I think it's completely gone. Sure I'm musical - I am always fartin' away on my guitar and lately I'm practically glued to playin' the piano - but to put my energies into making a conscious effort of being creative through music, through writing...that is what I haven't done in a long time.

Listening to Rita all day stirred this up again because I haven't listened to her music in a long time. I have always tried to figure out what the connection is with them...I remember the first time I heard a Jann Arden song I thought I was hearing one of my journal entries to music, I wrote very similar to her and I was so shocked. Maybe it is a similar passion and heart, maybe it is a kindred spirit thing - whatever it is...I love it and love how God uses things like people, music, and words to reveal ones passions, dreams, and loves.

Wow - two posts in one day I'm on a ROLL!!....hahaha
I'm off to do some Pilates....

lamenting the loss of a camera

I was given this really nice camera as a grad gift from my Aunt and Uncle back in 2000. I really loved this camera. Up until that time I had simply been using disposable ones because I couldn't afford a proper camera.

One day a friend and I went to watch a movie in the middle of the day. Neither of us were working and it was a wonderful way to spend a fall day - especially before the winter came. We come out from the movie to find odd scratches on her car. Looking at each other we realized that the car had been broken into. We get in to find out what damage had been done or what had been taken.

She had CD's stolen and I think maybe her CD player and my back pack was taken. Inside this backpack of mine was this wonderful little camera along with a pair of glasses that I had just gotten about two weeks prior. I was so frustrated.

I have been remembering this little event because lately I have just wanted to take photo's. Everytime I see someone with their camera (there are many gifted photographers around the college this year) I silently grieve the loss of my little camera.
So I think a soon "big buy" (obviously way in the future because I cannot even attempt to afford it) will be the Canon EOS 20D ....mmmmm.

So I have been listening to Rita Springer's new CD....ya I really like it.

excellent

If you are a fan of photography and creative expression in general - I recommend that you take a gander at KT's blog The Department of Me --> http://thedepartmentofme.blogspot.com

I'm off to watch our boys play some footie against a visiting team - GO FGBC!
and then tonight I will sit with friends and watch the Oilers beat the Flames.....*ahhh the beauty*

Here's to a good weekend everyone! *Cheers*

Celtic Tiger

Well last night I went and saw Micheal Flatley and his new production called Celtic Tiger.
It was very good and very well put together.

I remember watching Lord of the Dance for the first time on PBS or something and I was blown away by 1) how fast they can tap and 2) the music. I remember being so enthralled with the musicians and thinking how stinking amazing it would be to be able to play celtic music for a production like that....

I was happy to see that the music this time around was not lacking. This photo is one of the ladies playin' fiddle and Micheal Flatley rippin' it up on the flute (watching him play was incredable, he is really good, and being one who plays the flute I wanted to play again!) Really good musicians.....good grief.


I always laugh at the sort of things my mind wanders too while watching these types of productions. Behind the stage was this enormous screen (like probably the size of a theater screen if not larger) and in front of it is all of the dancers with the musicians on the sides. So I'm watching away and almost the only thing I am trying to figure out is where they have the projector mounted so that the image is fully on the screen and the dancers aren't in the way of the image....
I kept staring at how they had the lights rigged too - it was a good night.

It was probably the longest two hours home though. I haven't been sleeping for - well like two weeks - and I was SO tired last night but I can't sleep in vehicles. So it was tortourous...*grrr*

Well....besides good old Micheal Flatley, Celtic Tiger, and friends that have been making me laugh - it has been a crappy couple of days....so I am going to go tuck myself away in a movie.
I might not be posting for awhile - just to give you a heads up.

birthday musings

I hid in the library most of the day today.
This was rather humourous because I wasn't really intending on hiding from people, it is just that no one could find me, and apparently they were looking for me.

So when some of these people actually found me I received a quick scolding consisting of them pretending to be angry because they couldn't find me to wish me a happy birthday, or some of the other friends of mine would - instead of giving me the birthday bumps - would proceed to tackle me to the floor. (a hard thing to do - I do not go down easy)

Anyway...it provided some great humour throughout the day filled with much homework and reading.

On an exciting note - I ordered a book from Amazon ages ago and it FINALLY arrived....I am so excited to start reading it - now I just need to find some time to do just that.

Banners......I have banners to sew and paint.....
giddy up.

Have a wonderful October 11th everyone.

how? ya I don't know either...

In the middle of a conversation with a friend tonight I managed to give myself a paper cut.
Not just any old paper cut in a normal location (i.e.- finger) but rather it was on the bottom of my upper lip.

Think about that for a second - it is right where your lips meet - what an extrodinarily awkward place,
what a completely random thing to do....

So with this competely baffling event in hand I attempt to pick up the pieces of being back here in Little Eston.
I must admit - I am in that mood where I want to take off, use my student loans and run away to a distant corner in the globe and not face all that awaits me here.

Things that await me here aren't bad or horrible or anything. I love this place, these people, these tasks that fill my day....but I am in running mode....that's all. I don't really care where I run too, or what I do when I get there,
I just want to run.
To leave.
To be done.

It was really nice to be in Cow Town this weekend.
Really nice to be able to hang out with a good friend (thanks Baby T).
Great to be able to walk around Downtown again.
Nice to be out of Eston.

stupid paper cut....I'm going to go whine in the bathroom.
*it stings*

revelation

The last few days have been frustrating for me.
I have been made aware of how much I sing throughout my days by the sudden ability of not being able to.
*grrrrr*
I really love to sing.
And this not being able to is - well frustrating...

Just a few days ago I got chastised by the music director here:
Music Director: How did I not know that you played piano so well?
Me:*sarcastically grinning* Because I didn't want you to know.

She just looked at me as if to say "you brat"....I grinned mischievously and walked away.

Becaues my voice is shot I am not able to do my weekly teaching bit tomorrow... but on super awesome news I get to spend an extra long weekend in Calgary!! *woot* Very excited am I.

yah I got nothing....I'm out.

lovin' it

Hola do I ever love playing volleyball.
Just walking into the Civic Center, watching three courts alive with teams, coaches, refs....
*sigh*
It was divine.

Each time I have the opportunity to play volleyball I am amazed at how greatly I love it. I spend the time beaming and grinning from ear to ear I am so happy. Even in the midst of injury or lossing set after set....I still couldn't be much happier.
My cup runneth over with joy.

As per usual - I lost my voice and have been mocked for it all weekend. You see I was captain and of course I am calling things out (positions, free balls, short balls, balls that are out, and team cheers....) and doing that quite loudly in order for our team to hear it over three courts worth of noise, fans, and whistles....well it puts quite a strain on ones vocals.

So I have no voice....it is almost completely gone.

IT IS OCTOBER FIRST!
What the heck. I mean good grief.

10 beautiful things from today

• watching the very long pink, grey, orange, red, and purple sunset tonight
• many many many chai latte's in the course of two days
• cuddleing with Jack the cat
• a quiet house
• candle lit baths
• small yet significant conversations with strangers at Starbucks
• playing volleyball
• a really amazing serve that was hard yet curved at the last moment to land perfectly in the far back corner... beauty.
• watching two excellent teams play three very close sets against each other
• watching my teammate make a perfect "in your face" block against a really good hit