In the Kay-Dub

Earlier this week, I was in KW again for work. It was really great to see my entire team back together again - we all work in three different cities, so even if we talk every day, we rarely get that face to face fun. It was great. We chatted lots, and worked lots. And we also took the time to have a very trash talked filled game of pool. Ha! So fun! I'll never forget Chugosh's face when I landed a fluke fancy shot after missing every other ball!

The venture was also good because I got to stay with Mum and Dad for a few day - Mum gave me a great red/black lamp for my birthday - perfect for the living room. We also had a good friend of the family visiting from England, and I didn't think I was going to get a chance to see her. Very cool.

The only downside? In Waterloo I swear all you do it sit and eat. I ate so much that I can't help but think I'm glad I don't have to live through what we've affectionately "Watermoo Days" that often.

The Birthday Countdown

It's begun.

Today is exactly one month to my 25th birthday.

And now I wait.

For the next move.

It's up to you God.

I found my Molly!

Reunited at last! I can't believe it. I finally got back in touch with my most favourite, cherished and super awesome "camper" and friend Molly. We met at Camp Rim Rock back in the summer of 2002 when I was a counselor in Choctaw. Molly was in my cabin, and we got along super well. She's a fantastic, energetic and athletic gal who's totally into making camp a great experience for everyone.

Although we got along well that first year, it was really the next year when we became really tight. We would hang out all the time, play cards, talk, laugh, write letters, and she became like a kid sister to me. I've really missed her. Really.

Beeing a really bad correspondent, we just sorta lost touch a while ago. I thought she would never forgive me and that I had lost her trust forever. Really. Guess what? I was wrong! We finally got back in contact via MySpace/MSN over the last couple of days, and it's great! I can't believe she's 18 now and going to university in Colorado. (I sooo wanna go visit). Wow.

Mols, Mookie, M-dawg - I'm glad to have you back.

Funny pictures of the day.

Running around in circles

Ever play a "game" when you were a kid where you just started to run in a circle? There was no point to it really, it was mostly about wasting time and energy, or something. I don't know. It was fun. These days I feel a bit like I'm stuck in that kind of circle, except the fun has gone out of it. I'm running around in a circle, doing the motions, trying to expend energy to get out of the circular pattern. Yet every time I think I'm making progress because I'm doing work, I ended up back in the same spot, staring at the same thing, and I'm just tired.

I'm going nowhere.

Happy birthday Enoch and Johanna!

It's your birthdays. You're both awesome. Woo!

I finished painting the living room...

I've even got some furniture too. Woo! Last piece coming tomorrow, then I can finish decorating...

Baptism

Don't be afraid that your life will end, be afraid that it will never begin.
~anonymous

This Sunday I am going to be baptized at FT. This is full immersion baptism, something I never thought that I would be doing. Not because I don't believe in baptism, but because I do believe in it. I was baptized as a baby, and confirmed in the Anglican church at 12. I fully believe in what God did for me then, and that it is valid. So why the baptism this week? Truthfully, I'm not quite sure. It's once of those things that just lay upon your heart and you think about it. In fact, I originally started thinking about this in June (at least). Now it's September, and I'm still thinking. And well, the fact is, I am beginning to see that although I may not understand it, God wants me to face the choice of being obedient and to enter into this moment with Him. Pretty cool. It's never a bad thing to stand up and declare your new life in Jesus Christ. And if Jesus Christ IS my life, then I should not fear or turn away from a request to declare that I am following Him.

Long crazy catch up type post

This weekend was insanity. I was lucky enough to get a chance to leave work a little early on Friday so I could get prepared for my lovely sister's visit. I left on a bit of a sad note though - the famous Greg aka GR aka Il Diablo resigned as of Friday. I'm excited for him, that he's moving on to do something he really wants to do, but I was sad to see my friend leave. He's kick ass. And GR, if you're reading - all the best and stay in touch.

Friday's commute home was interesting. Instead of dealing with the bottleneck taking the bus home (and hour and half, gah!) I decided to face the transfers and hit up the following route home: Bloor to Ossington, Ossington bus to Rosemount. Then I waited for sis. While Wends got stuck in traffic, I painted my living room, and I finally finished the red wall. I really like it. Too bad it's still a little streaky in places, but I ran out of paint, and well, I don't wanna get more 1) because it's more expenses and 2) this is a rental house. All the same, I love my wall, I can't wait to finish putting things on there. Yay. Next step is the rest of the room! ha!

Anyway - Wends finally showed up, she got a tour of the house and we stepped out to have sushi at Fujiyama on Baldwin. (Soooo good, if you haven't gone I suggest you do). Then we decided to go for a little walk passed the gloriousness of OCAD (Wendy's first time seeing it up close), through Grange park and down to Queen W. Apparently we picked a good night - there was a celebrity schmooze going on and for about 15 minutes, sis and I decided to let ourselves be a part of the whole "celebrity watcher" mentality as we watched Sarah Polly talk about her TFF movie. Then as we're walking down John who does Wendy spot by EUGENE LEVY. Very cool. I seriously almost missed him, but sis practically smacked me so I didn't miss him. Again, very cool.

Saturday was chock-a-bloc full of errands. We got up relatively early and headed to Starbucks for a morning wake-up coffee for Wends and my regular drink for me. Then we got practical things done - I got some glasses and LPs at the Sally Ann, a new phone to replace my much dropped old one at Telus, shower curtain hooks and other stuff at the Dollerama. We also checked out the Brick for some deals - finally decided to think about a really nice iron and glass TV stand. Sigh. By this time, though, it was nearing late afternoon and still no furniture had been bought. So, what do you do in this situation? Hit up Ikea. You bet. I ended up finding me some good furniture to go with my dining table and chairs. I found a nice chair, leather couch and a few others sundries. (Yes, I do know this means a HUGE Visa bill). Either way, I've got furniture now. Woo!

Sunday was all about brunch, hitting up the Brick again to get the TV stand (it's being delivered next week, I'm excited) and then we went shopping for lots and lots of groceries. Yum. Then it was time for Wends to go. It's too bad she didn't make FT, I would have loved to have her there for Jess, but what can you do? Overall it was a great visit, and I was so thankful to have Wends help me get stuff, and I was glad she got to see the place. It's slowly coming together.

Yay.

And it's a new day

It's full of opportunity, and like a newborn baby it is still mirroring the perfection of youth. It is not yet marred my complaints, stress, or mistakes. The light of dawn sits hopeful on its brow, and vigour of choice lays at its feet. It says, "Come and walk hand in hand with me, for my Father has created me and given me to the world". And I get up from my still waters and take the first step with Today, remembering all the while that if its Father loves she, He must love me too.

These are the words of your life...

1. Up
2. Down
3. Discouraged
4. Frustrated
5. Tired
6. Desolation
7. Searching
8. Anger
9. Sad
10. Cheerless

Little me in a BIG place

Tonight I feel a little small. I had just gotten used to have two roomies around and now I'm here in my new house. I'm alone, I've got no food to speak of. My only comfort is having a movie on in the background. I feel a little bit alone.

I'm not sure if I like it today.

Good thing I can still count on Mum to cheer me up over the phone.

The tryst is over...

Alas, my friends, the time has come and gone to be a subletter this summer. Yes, as of today I am no longer a resident of the area affectionately called the "gaybourhood" or "boystown". I have moved to Corsa Italia where pasta meets rasta. I have moved into my very own place.

I feel excited and intimidated all at the same time. I've got practically no furniture - only having bedroom accessories - and I am in dire need of a couch. Trouble is I've got some very specific ideas of what I want, so it's baby steps to getting there. I've got half of my stuff set up, and the internet came today. Woo! I've bought my paint, and I will gradually get around to painting this place - the only really offensive room is the bathroom, so hopefully that will be on the list of priorities. But overall, I feel good. Just a couple more trips to Ikea should do it! :)

I will keep you all posted, and hopefully take some pics of the new place.

And Ben Harper cried.

Last night, if things were crazy enough with the move - I got a call from my friend Melissa at around 7pm asking me if I wanted to brave the dismal rain to see Ben Harper play at the Molson Ampitheatre at about 8pm. Now, this is (almost) a tough call. On one hand we've got the curse of Ernesto - damn rain! On the other hand we've got a FREE concert to see an amazing performer. Hmm...

In this case Ben won. I got layered up - leggings, jeans, tank top, long sleeve, t-shirt, sweatshirt, vest and rain jacket. I packed some garbage bags and a winter hat for good measure. I even put plastic bags in my shoes to keep my feet more dry. Off I went - and trust me, it was worth it! Ben played for such a long time. Wow! I couldn't believe it!

It was also funny how Melissa and I spent the entire time talking to two random guys from Barrie. They were both kinda young, and fun. One of them was a Newfie, so we bonded in that way. But what was especially weird, in some senses, was that the "sport" of chatting up random people at a concert had no appeal for me. Gone was the thrill linked to flirting or ever-so-slightly leading someone on by not pushing away their advances. Gone. I was much more into the music.

Just as well, seeing as Ben came on for two encores - both almost 35 minutes each - and he just rocked it. He dedicated a tune to us on the lawn, and when he was about to leave the stage he was so in the moment he looked like he was going to cry.

Now that was worth it.