I'm having a break..I'm having a kitkat

Wowwy!

It's so new looking, and earthy, and fresh.

Now, onto a new cover for my diary, and maybe I will draw a picture of this bag I invented. Or maybe I will finish the bag. Regardless of what I do, I'm going to something besides sit here.

And I'm feeling....good

I am so excited about my new job!
You know something is going well, when you have tons of energy when you get home and you continue to think about the days events hours afterward.

I think it's going to be good working there.

ALSO. I have a grocery store romance going on, which is quite fun. I shouldn't say romance, it's more like I have found a friend who works at a grocery store around the corner, who enjoys teasing me about my limited knowledge of water softener salt, and my very frequent trips to the store to buy things for the shop. Not to see him of course, but he thinks so.

You make me think

I wish things were less complex...I can't seem to sort anything out to any order that makes sense to me. So I quit, but that doesn't work either. So I don't quit and I'm back where I started. Nothing actually makes things make sense.
I'm having a day where I am entertaining those thoughts, because it's easy, and not easy at the same time, and I think I like being mixed up because of this undying hope that someday things will make sense. And then on top of the hope theres this " I told you it would never happen" glimmer that says things aren't going to be that way, even if I have a hope that doesn't die, just gets smothered regularly.
I keep letting my heart get hurt too, it's heart in the blender time, might as well get it over with before it hardens up again. That sounds awful. I wish I could think up a metaphor that describes this...I would give anything to be a writer, or a musician, just for the times like this.


But what makes me think everything will be fixed with answers?

O.k...how about this for a metaphor. It's like reading a book, that is full of huge beautifully colored, detailed pictures, and each one, as you look at it, makes you feel different and you become a different person as you look at each page. One will bring up a dream you have, one will bring up confidence, one strength, one sadness, one confusion. And by the end of the book, you realize you are all those things, but only one at a time.

I have this all the time, because almost all my inspiration for anything I do comes from images of some sort. From magazines, books, signs, people around me...most of them are just glimpses, but a lot of them stay and I mold them into my life in some way, and it makes life rich and exciting.

I don't know if that cleared anything up. I can't help laugh at myself when I read that, because by trying to think up a metaphor to explain one issue, I have completely cleared up another one for myself.

There is some I know who I miss really badly. I keep thinking about this person...although we haven't been in contact in a long time. I just feel a common understanding with this person and it makes their absense noticable. Sometimes it feels like I need to be there to help, and sometimes theres nothing of that and only fun and lots of laughing.

Sunday

So Funmi came over. He's fun.

After lunch we were looking for an adventure...and we had no grapes...so Funmi, Katie and I left to visit Flamborough Canadian Reformed church and got there almost 15 minutes late. (but the usher helped us anyways) and then left afterwards because that is what everyone else did. The minister said, " Amen" and everyone filed out of church into their vehicles and left for home...all in about 5 minutes! It was pretty impressive. So I saw the back of the heads of a few people I know, and said a real hello to Matt and John before we followed the leader. Funmi had never been to a Canadian Reformed service, and we warned him that the singing is hard, especially if you are used to our psalter. But of course it wasn't this time and he will never believe anything I say again.

I heard 3 sermons today, and each one had a different distraction that pulled me away from the words I was hearing over and over. Kind of frustrating, but it was interesting to struggle with that, in a way.

Maybe I'll just...

I'm sitting here searching my mind...and mostly bad things are surfacing. So maybe I'l just say hello and maybe see you soon because I miss you a lot.




I will also say that my friend Funmi is coming over on Sunday and we are going to play chubby bunny with grapes. It's so much safer and healthier than marshmallows.

And I'm going to win.

The Culprit of My Insanity

HELP

Homeschool counting rhymes...imagine a 7 year old singing with a twang to his voice.

"Six Twaaalve eighteeeen, twenny four and thirty, Dishes on the counter, and Boy Weren't they Dirty!!?! Thirty six, forty two, forty eight, fifty fouuuuuur,......(long pause...)
60 66 and seventeeetwwwwooo, and boy'd thet kitchen shine when we got throouugh"

Whoa,

this 'new blogger' doesn't look any different to me.

Katie and I made a movie, well, more like a reality show. I was the Magazine Lady/Amazing Make-over Director, and Katie was the model. Her before was pretty awful. It was complete with frizzy hair, acne, sweat pants and extremely bad posture. We never made it to the after though, because we ran out of tape. We only got to the part of the makeover we dubbed 'the wax' in which we removed a large clump of hair from her armpit that we had taped there. It was great. I just wish we had had enough ambition to find an empty tape.

We also made our very own version of American idol, but it would take a lot of work still before it is viewable.

So, sadly, both of these films will remain as simply afternoon fun for me and my sister and will not be seen by anyone else. heehee

The Job

Well, it looks great. I think that man needs someone with a sense of humour around, but I could be wrong. Either way he has a vision and it sounds exciting. I will keep you posted on it alright?

And that is what happened

Shudder

I'm talking about cemetaries and bury-ment and armadillo skulls with my friend. She's a talented blacksmith. and still thinks I hate the color black.

Monday at Blue was so awesome. I'm not that daring anymore when it comes to snowboarding...I could have been on Monday because everything was squishy from so much snow. I'm not as sore as I thought I'd be either, but that's probably why. Despite being slow; Dan, Ryan and Eric waited for me at the bottom of every hill. Thanks guys :)

Ryan was so funny...he usually is, but his humour is never anything but clean and nice to everyone. So when he was the cause of me falling over, and laughed..I couldn't believe my ears. And on one ride up the hill we were talking about frostbite and how skin to skin contact is the best, and then Ryan jokes, " haha...'hey, can you help me? I have frost bite on my lips'" LOL. Totally unlike him..at least in my experience.

While we had supper at Subway my friend's Dad called my cell phone looking for his son and said that hwy 6 was closed because of the weather and something along the lines of, " It's good to hear your voice" so he got me a bit worried about the drive home. It turned out ok though, we missed hwy 6 completely and other then a little skid the driving wasn't awful.



Today I'm going to find a phone number, call it, go to town to some antique shop, then to Beauticians for some color for Dan and a brush for Cassy, then out for supper and then absolutely nothing! What a full day I can't believe how much I do it's crazy.

Putting together my portfolio