I'm making rice to go with my stir fry. There are 11 minutes left until it's done. So I'm going to type fast. Or slow. Depending on what comes to mind in the next 11 minutes.
I got up at 6:30 this morning to go biking with Jennie. Then I came home and walked the dog. Then I had a nectarine and some blueberries for breakfast. Read some Harry Potter while playing tug-of-war with IV using my feet and drinking tea. I then walked with Jennie to the Misericordia and picked up an application so that I can apply to see if I can work in the Urgent Care clinic there.
Then I went back to sleep. Then I got up again. And now I'm listening to music and making stir-fry.
You know when you buy "Spicy Schezuan Sauce" and you think you can handle it....well I don't think I can. So it will be little bites of stirfry and then big gulps of milk. That's my plan. Lots of rice too.
I love how music makes me think of so many things. Hoppipola reminds me of the wedding I was just at, and my poor little fish. Africa makes me think of Kate. Alberta Bound makes me think of Iqaluit. And actually, a lot of the most recently added songs remind me of Scrubs because I got most of them from watching the show.
Oh. 5 seconds left. Goodbye. Going to enjoy some rice now. :)
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Saturday, July 18, 2009
In Loving Memory
On July 15, 2009 Thing II passed away at the age of 5 years and 10 months (which in fish years is approximately 140 years). He lived a full life, travelling from Breton, AB to Strathmore, AB, then moving to Edmonton, and finally making the trek across the Canadian prairies to Winnipeg, MB. He has gone on to join his friend and companion Thing I. Thing II is survived by his owner Katie, and his co-pet IV. The service was held July 17, 2009 at 5:45 pm. He was remembered fondly, and Hoppipola by Sigur Ros was played as the toilet was flushed (twice, to make sure he would not be regurgitated as the plumbing is not 100% reliable). He will be remembered fondly by all who knew him.
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Camp and Such
Recently I was asked to come out and be a camp nurse. It was a great time. Of course it was Teen Camp...so the campers scare me to death and I can find no way to talk or relate with them at all. I realize that all that is really needed is a question and they can pretty much just talk from there...the trouble is finding the question that is a good one. Not one of those "How's school?" questions...and when I don't know anything about someone there's not a whole lot that I don't feel stupid asking. Perhaps that's my problem. It's not really about me.
The speakers spoke on Psalms. I like the Psalms. You get the whole gamut of emotions in there. I think I'd like to read them again. If only I could actually make myself read the Bible. Period. Ever. Anything. One of the messages was about getting through storms, and how Jesus calmed the storm when they were walking through it. To be encouraged that God is the Shepherd, and he will lead us by still waters, and take care of us through the storm. And I got to thinking about how I don't really and truly believe this. I want to believe it. But I see everyone in their storms. Those are the people I see day to day. People in the midst of "storms". I want to be able to trust God with them, but somewhere, somehow I lost my trust in Him. And I'm a little bit lost with that. Part of me says "Oh well, whatever, he should have fixed everything" and the other part says "Well, you know he can't just go around saying "yes" to everyone's requests...You've seen Bruce Almighty, you know what happens." I want to see the big picture. I like rock solid answers. I don't understand trust. I have a hard time trusting people so I should have seen this coming.
I'm so conflicted. I feel sure that a large part of my support system would see this as a good thing. Not thinking in terms like "God has a plan". But, honestly, what's wrong with believing that? It's brave to believe that somehow God will come through despite the darkness that's been going on. I've been in conversation with a friend who lost a lot in the last few months, and her hope and prayer is that God will be present and still be praised. She and her family want to leave an impression of God's love despite all they've been through. And my gut reaction is "That's so cliche" but my heart longs to feel that way too. To be so confident. To have such faith. To trust. And I know that to be able to truly say with confidence, "God has a plan, He has my best interests at heart" is not something that we don't struggle with. It's not an easy thing to say. It's even harder to believe it.
So, if you think of it, and feel like you can, say a little prayer for me. Pray for Trust. Pray I'd understand what it is and how to use it.
In other news. I've been working what feels like a lot, but probably isn't, since I'm not working any overtime shifts yet, just a little less than full time.
Right now Jennie is writing a paper and I'm just chilling on her bed writing this blog and playing this game...so far I've collected 710 grains of rice, and Jennie's written a page and a half of her paper. Go Jennie!! You can do it!
I overdosed on sleepy drugs last night and was so groggy this morning I could barely wake up. Next time I'll take NyQuil OR Benadryl...not both.
Yesterday I went to a baseball game. Not a huge fan of baseball. But when any game is tied, it's really hard not to start to get into it...but 5 extra innings is a lot to ask from someone who doesn't care a whole lot.
This weekend is folk fest. Not exactly my scene since I don't like crowds and get annoyed by drunk people pretty easily. So a crowd of drunk people would probably stress me out a lot more than is reasonable. So I'm glad I'm not there.
I don't really know what else to say here. I've seen some cute babies, had some funny conversations, had some good conversations, met some new people. As Daryl Worley says " It sounds like life to me".
The speakers spoke on Psalms. I like the Psalms. You get the whole gamut of emotions in there. I think I'd like to read them again. If only I could actually make myself read the Bible. Period. Ever. Anything. One of the messages was about getting through storms, and how Jesus calmed the storm when they were walking through it. To be encouraged that God is the Shepherd, and he will lead us by still waters, and take care of us through the storm. And I got to thinking about how I don't really and truly believe this. I want to believe it. But I see everyone in their storms. Those are the people I see day to day. People in the midst of "storms". I want to be able to trust God with them, but somewhere, somehow I lost my trust in Him. And I'm a little bit lost with that. Part of me says "Oh well, whatever, he should have fixed everything" and the other part says "Well, you know he can't just go around saying "yes" to everyone's requests...You've seen Bruce Almighty, you know what happens." I want to see the big picture. I like rock solid answers. I don't understand trust. I have a hard time trusting people so I should have seen this coming.
I'm so conflicted. I feel sure that a large part of my support system would see this as a good thing. Not thinking in terms like "God has a plan". But, honestly, what's wrong with believing that? It's brave to believe that somehow God will come through despite the darkness that's been going on. I've been in conversation with a friend who lost a lot in the last few months, and her hope and prayer is that God will be present and still be praised. She and her family want to leave an impression of God's love despite all they've been through. And my gut reaction is "That's so cliche" but my heart longs to feel that way too. To be so confident. To have such faith. To trust. And I know that to be able to truly say with confidence, "God has a plan, He has my best interests at heart" is not something that we don't struggle with. It's not an easy thing to say. It's even harder to believe it.
So, if you think of it, and feel like you can, say a little prayer for me. Pray for Trust. Pray I'd understand what it is and how to use it.
In other news. I've been working what feels like a lot, but probably isn't, since I'm not working any overtime shifts yet, just a little less than full time.
Right now Jennie is writing a paper and I'm just chilling on her bed writing this blog and playing this game...so far I've collected 710 grains of rice, and Jennie's written a page and a half of her paper. Go Jennie!! You can do it!
I overdosed on sleepy drugs last night and was so groggy this morning I could barely wake up. Next time I'll take NyQuil OR Benadryl...not both.
Yesterday I went to a baseball game. Not a huge fan of baseball. But when any game is tied, it's really hard not to start to get into it...but 5 extra innings is a lot to ask from someone who doesn't care a whole lot.
This weekend is folk fest. Not exactly my scene since I don't like crowds and get annoyed by drunk people pretty easily. So a crowd of drunk people would probably stress me out a lot more than is reasonable. So I'm glad I'm not there.
I don't really know what else to say here. I've seen some cute babies, had some funny conversations, had some good conversations, met some new people. As Daryl Worley says " It sounds like life to me".
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