Monday, December 10, 2007
Every week I teach various english classes.
My favourite class to teach is the one for professionals who are going overseas. They need to work on their english so that their time overseas will be of the most benefit. Some of them have a very low level of english, but they are interesting to teach because they are highly motivated to improve. They have chosen to be in the class and see it as an opportunity.
Another class that I enjoy teaching is a class for third year university students. They are also highly motivated. Their english is already pretty good. They do pretty much whatever I ask them to do- get into groups, discuss A,B or C, make sentances using the verb "to putter." They are pretty fun. They often try to use long words, or phrases without the correct grammar- that can get a little messy.
And occasionally I get something like last week I asked them what they thought "A penny saved is a penny earned" meant. One guy stood up and said, "To earn is the best way of saving, of course we all know that the best offense is to attack, that's all." and then he sat down. He also tagged something else on the end there which I can't remember right now because it was so random, but what do you do with that? What does that mean?
Anyway, they try hard. They've worked hard to be in University, and they want to use the opportunity to actually learn. It makes them fun to teach.
My least favourite class is the one that I taught this morning. And I'm usually not a play favourites kinda person, but these guys.... not so enjoyable to teach. Why you ask? Well, because they aren't motivated in class.
They are all planning to go overseas to study, so they need to get a diploma that says that they finished this english course. You'd think going overseas to study would be a motivator to actually learn the language there, but no.
It's a conversation class, so my job is to get them talking, and as a foreign teacher to listen to their pronunication, grammar etc, and help them with all of that. But the most important thing is to get them talking.
Half the class are ok. A few of them are so- so in the motivation department, then there are a few that just don't do much of anything. I assign them something to talk about but they don't have the personal maturity to actually put much effort into it. So they do it for 30 seconds (if that) then chat with their neighbour or whatever.
I can usually enjoy going and teaching the class, as like I say, most of them are ok. But this morning, I got 3 extra hours of teaching tacked onto my schedule with them, during a time that is usually time off for me. I found it more difficult to be patient with them.
I read them the riot act when I came in at first... here are my expectations.. blah blah blah.... this is conversation class... blah blah blah... if I ask you to talk about something, I expect you to do it. If you don't like it you can leave.... etc. I said all of it very matter of fact and quite nicely.
But then later, after I was getting irritated with some of the little things done in class that short circuit the learning process (ie- people always whispering the answers to each other so there's no thinking going on ) I read the riot act #2.
Which was basically: Your english stinks. You are smart enough to do this, but you aren't working hard enough. And if you don't put more effort in this you are going to be in big trouble when you go overseas.-- I said it in a nice but matter of fact way. And then I gave them homework. I don't usually give homework. All I usually ask is that they work hard IN class. And dude I didn't give them any second break because some of them were gone so long for the first one. I wanted to introduce them to the term "Royal Butt Kicking" because I felt like they needed one, but I decided to save that for next week.
I'm am a little afraid for these guys. I mean they are going to be in regular University level classes when they go overseas. (Not learning english classes) They are going to be studying economics or business or some such thing. You'd think they'd be motivated.
You may ask why are they not more motivated? Well, I'm told that for most of them their families have money, so they think they don't have to study as mom and dad's money will get them through.
I guess in some ways, going over abroad and finding yourself in a class that's way over your head might be a good thing, especially if there's no opportunity to buy better marks or a degree. Welcome to the real world.
On tap for next class? A discussion involving the terms "taking responsibility" and "it's your own fault."
My favourite class to teach is the one for professionals who are going overseas. They need to work on their english so that their time overseas will be of the most benefit. Some of them have a very low level of english, but they are interesting to teach because they are highly motivated to improve. They have chosen to be in the class and see it as an opportunity.
Another class that I enjoy teaching is a class for third year university students. They are also highly motivated. Their english is already pretty good. They do pretty much whatever I ask them to do- get into groups, discuss A,B or C, make sentances using the verb "to putter." They are pretty fun. They often try to use long words, or phrases without the correct grammar- that can get a little messy.
And occasionally I get something like last week I asked them what they thought "A penny saved is a penny earned" meant. One guy stood up and said, "To earn is the best way of saving, of course we all know that the best offense is to attack, that's all." and then he sat down. He also tagged something else on the end there which I can't remember right now because it was so random, but what do you do with that? What does that mean?
Anyway, they try hard. They've worked hard to be in University, and they want to use the opportunity to actually learn. It makes them fun to teach.
My least favourite class is the one that I taught this morning. And I'm usually not a play favourites kinda person, but these guys.... not so enjoyable to teach. Why you ask? Well, because they aren't motivated in class.
They are all planning to go overseas to study, so they need to get a diploma that says that they finished this english course. You'd think going overseas to study would be a motivator to actually learn the language there, but no.
It's a conversation class, so my job is to get them talking, and as a foreign teacher to listen to their pronunication, grammar etc, and help them with all of that. But the most important thing is to get them talking.
Half the class are ok. A few of them are so- so in the motivation department, then there are a few that just don't do much of anything. I assign them something to talk about but they don't have the personal maturity to actually put much effort into it. So they do it for 30 seconds (if that) then chat with their neighbour or whatever.
I can usually enjoy going and teaching the class, as like I say, most of them are ok. But this morning, I got 3 extra hours of teaching tacked onto my schedule with them, during a time that is usually time off for me. I found it more difficult to be patient with them.
I read them the riot act when I came in at first... here are my expectations.. blah blah blah.... this is conversation class... blah blah blah... if I ask you to talk about something, I expect you to do it. If you don't like it you can leave.... etc. I said all of it very matter of fact and quite nicely.
But then later, after I was getting irritated with some of the little things done in class that short circuit the learning process (ie- people always whispering the answers to each other so there's no thinking going on ) I read the riot act #2.
Which was basically: Your english stinks. You are smart enough to do this, but you aren't working hard enough. And if you don't put more effort in this you are going to be in big trouble when you go overseas.-- I said it in a nice but matter of fact way. And then I gave them homework. I don't usually give homework. All I usually ask is that they work hard IN class. And dude I didn't give them any second break because some of them were gone so long for the first one. I wanted to introduce them to the term "Royal Butt Kicking" because I felt like they needed one, but I decided to save that for next week.
I'm am a little afraid for these guys. I mean they are going to be in regular University level classes when they go overseas. (Not learning english classes) They are going to be studying economics or business or some such thing. You'd think they'd be motivated.
You may ask why are they not more motivated? Well, I'm told that for most of them their families have money, so they think they don't have to study as mom and dad's money will get them through.
I guess in some ways, going over abroad and finding yourself in a class that's way over your head might be a good thing, especially if there's no opportunity to buy better marks or a degree. Welcome to the real world.
On tap for next class? A discussion involving the terms "taking responsibility" and "it's your own fault."
Sunday, December 02, 2007
Tis the season
Christmas hasn't really been a tradition here. Not the way it's a tradition in many other parts of the world. People are aware of it, but most don't "celebrate" it. You will see businesses decorating for it. And schools. Sometimes it gets a little crazy compared to what we do in N.America. (But who ever said that our store bought decorations were the "Correct" way to decorate?)
"Christmas disco"
You will sometimes find materials encorporated into the decoration that we typically don't use - here we see some shells.....
And, decorating time frame is a bit looser here as well.
I think I caught this Santa in May or June.(notice the Snoopy in his bag- Snoop's popular here.)
Ever have a problem deciding where to put the tree?
Why not hang it upside down from the ceiling?
But really, some parts of Christmas- ie) decorating with lights and tinsel, and trees..... it's fun, but it's subjective right? It's just decorating to celebrate the core of Christmas. How you celebrate is up to you- be it hanging the tree from the ceiling, or putting it in a corner, having a two inch tree or a 10 footer... or no tree at all.... doesn't matter. What matters is the core. Are you really celebrating Christmas? Are you really celebrating the coming of Jesus? If by hanging that upside down tree you are doing so to recognize the wonderful gift of Christ, then you are properly celebrating. If you hang no decorations, sing no songs, send no cards, make no cookies, but raise a simple prayer of thanks to God in your heart for His indescibably gift - then you have just celebrated Christmas!
"Yahoo! Christmas blessings coming! Look out below!"
Wednesday, November 07, 2007
I'm back.
My last post was in July.
It isn't that I didn't have anything to say.
I just didn't feel like saying anything.
But now I'm back. And there's way to much water under the bridge to tell everything, so why don't we just go on from here?
I'm teaching this year. English as a second language. This is proving to be very interesting.
Today, one of my classes was a group of professionals. I asked them if they'd ever made a resolution.
Some people said that they'd made resolutions to exercise, some to learn english, and things like that.
The most interesting one was the woman who said:
"I made a resolution to make my husband give me a warm kiss everyday."
She got a round of applause from the class.
I then explained that making resolutions involves your own behavior and not someone else's - but the men in the class seemed to be the ones clapping, so I suspect her husband might not mind her making that kind of resolution.
My favourite answer was a humble gentleman in the class who stood up and said that out of concern that his young daughter is working too hard on her school work, he made a resolution to play ping pong with her everyday. I asked him if he'd been able to keep his resolution, and he said that he had.
Under the category of funny things I've seen recently...
The other day I was biking home from the school, and I came through the big main gate. (There are always guards at the gate, usually standing soberly looking on in their uniforms. )On Monday I rode my bike by just in time to see the guard at the table get up and walk over to the other guard who was standing on a little podium and give him a boot to the behind. It knocked him off his podium and caused him to break into laughter. They didn't even notice me go by. It made me laugh though. Goofballs.
It isn't that I didn't have anything to say.
I just didn't feel like saying anything.
But now I'm back. And there's way to much water under the bridge to tell everything, so why don't we just go on from here?
I'm teaching this year. English as a second language. This is proving to be very interesting.
Today, one of my classes was a group of professionals. I asked them if they'd ever made a resolution.
Some people said that they'd made resolutions to exercise, some to learn english, and things like that.
The most interesting one was the woman who said:
"I made a resolution to make my husband give me a warm kiss everyday."
She got a round of applause from the class.
I then explained that making resolutions involves your own behavior and not someone else's - but the men in the class seemed to be the ones clapping, so I suspect her husband might not mind her making that kind of resolution.
My favourite answer was a humble gentleman in the class who stood up and said that out of concern that his young daughter is working too hard on her school work, he made a resolution to play ping pong with her everyday. I asked him if he'd been able to keep his resolution, and he said that he had.
Under the category of funny things I've seen recently...
The other day I was biking home from the school, and I came through the big main gate. (There are always guards at the gate, usually standing soberly looking on in their uniforms. )On Monday I rode my bike by just in time to see the guard at the table get up and walk over to the other guard who was standing on a little podium and give him a boot to the behind. It knocked him off his podium and caused him to break into laughter. They didn't even notice me go by. It made me laugh though. Goofballs.
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Due to being without internet and with out a computer the last while, I've not been updating. We've been visiting family and friends, going here and there and spending time at the lake.
Our original plan was to be on the prairies a few more days, but sadly M's Step Dad passed away on the weekend, so we are leaving tomorrow to go back out to the coast.
Do say a prayer for the family if you have a moment.
Thanks, K.
Our original plan was to be on the prairies a few more days, but sadly M's Step Dad passed away on the weekend, so we are leaving tomorrow to go back out to the coast.
Do say a prayer for the family if you have a moment.
Thanks, K.
Saturday, June 16, 2007
Sunday, May 20, 2007
Back in Canuck land
Yes, that is right- I am back. We got back about a week and a half ago. Almost two weeks. We have been having a really nice time at M's parents house. As is usually the case though, my first week back in Canada is usually a tired one - it takes me awhile to get adjusted time wise and to recover from whatever packing frenzy we had when we left, and to recover from the long flight. I am just today starting to feel more normal.
So, sorry for the hiatus- I've been feeling dozey.
Went to church this morning, was glad I went. The pastor talked about the names of God, that was so encouraging.
Of course in scripture there are many many names used for God, so he only focused on a few of them this morning- specifically looking at some of the Jehovah ones.
Jehovah Jireh- God our provider
Jehovah Shalom- God our peace
Jehovah Rohi- The Lord is my Shepherd
Jehovah Rophi- God our healer
and the last one he talked about was not a Jehovah one but was Jesus - our Saviour.
I always enjoy looking at the names of God, because His names remind me of who He is, and it was just what I needed to hear this morning.
So, sorry for the hiatus- I've been feeling dozey.
Went to church this morning, was glad I went. The pastor talked about the names of God, that was so encouraging.
Of course in scripture there are many many names used for God, so he only focused on a few of them this morning- specifically looking at some of the Jehovah ones.
Jehovah Jireh- God our provider
Jehovah Shalom- God our peace
Jehovah Rohi- The Lord is my Shepherd
Jehovah Rophi- God our healer
and the last one he talked about was not a Jehovah one but was Jesus - our Saviour.
I always enjoy looking at the names of God, because His names remind me of who He is, and it was just what I needed to hear this morning.
Sunday, April 15, 2007
Did I do that?
Tonight, M and I left our apartment and rounded the corner. There was a back hoe driving down the lane. Just behind it some boys, maybe about 10 years old were quite fascinated with it. That's pretty typical no? The problem was that they were getting too close to the moving treds, putting things on the treds even as it was moving. I was afraid they were going to get pinned between it and the curb or somehow get under it. Both M and I were very nervous watching them.
The most aggressive boy started going towards the far side of the back hoe where there was about half a foot between the machine and the curb- a very dangerous place to be, especially because i don't think the driver could see them... and you know what, I just couldn't take it. I couldn't. So I took hold of the kid's arm before he could go behind the back hoe, and re directed him in the opposite direction away from it, and basically said "no" to him.
M and I started walking away, and then we looked back and saw that the back hoe had rounded the corner but the kids weren't going away, they were still trying to mess with it.... and then the cab started rotating and it looked like the one kid might get hit.... it gave my heart a start.
Without thinking I started running toward the 3 boys, and their eyes got a little saucer-like. That's right kid. Foreign woman running staight at you! You know, when your adrenalin is pumping, it's hard to speak in a language that's not your first. But I think the shaking finger at them and the back hoe and emphatically saying "It's not safe!!!" got the message across.
The moral of the story is: It's better to be frightened by a crazy foreign lady than squished by a back hoe.
The most aggressive boy started going towards the far side of the back hoe where there was about half a foot between the machine and the curb- a very dangerous place to be, especially because i don't think the driver could see them... and you know what, I just couldn't take it. I couldn't. So I took hold of the kid's arm before he could go behind the back hoe, and re directed him in the opposite direction away from it, and basically said "no" to him.
M and I started walking away, and then we looked back and saw that the back hoe had rounded the corner but the kids weren't going away, they were still trying to mess with it.... and then the cab started rotating and it looked like the one kid might get hit.... it gave my heart a start.
Without thinking I started running toward the 3 boys, and their eyes got a little saucer-like. That's right kid. Foreign woman running staight at you! You know, when your adrenalin is pumping, it's hard to speak in a language that's not your first. But I think the shaking finger at them and the back hoe and emphatically saying "It's not safe!!!" got the message across.
The moral of the story is: It's better to be frightened by a crazy foreign lady than squished by a back hoe.
The best thing I saw Yesterday...
A man driving a garbage cart- peddling it to be exactly. Dirty face, dirty clothes, a thousand watt smile....why? because of his little daughter who was riding along with him. He might not have been the richest Dad I saw yesterday but he was definately the proudest.
Sunday, April 08, 2007
Easter monday here where I am.
We had a very nice Easter weekend. Since we don't have a Church in our language to go to here, we just met with some english speaking friends on Friday and had our own little worship time together. We read the story of Christ's journey to the cross and His cruxifiction. We took communion together. It was good to remember.
After our worship time together, we went for supper to a nice restaurant that advertises Starbucks... which would be the first in the city but we realized that it wasn't authentic. The signs were real but the products aren't. Either that or they have the right products but don't know how to make anything properly. (they did have some real starbucks coffee in bags but the frappuchinos that they served us were not the same as the "real" thing.) No really big disappointment. We kind of expected it when we first saw the signs anyway.
On Saturday M's school invited us for supper to a nice restaurant as well that was serving turkey alongside a big buffet of mostly seafood. It was delicious.
We met a couple of teachers who were here on exchange from Scottland. We understood most of what they said. They invited us to sit with them, so we did. It was nice to meet someone from "the old country."
The evening was rounded off by a surprise evening Easter chocolate hunt hidden and hosted by a few of our Canadian friends here. That was a surprise! Very fun.
On Sunday we had friends over for Easter brunch- I whipped up the pancake batter and cracked the eggs while M fried and flipped everything. Some friends brought over some fruit and we had a nice time of it.
We ended up biking over to the park afterwards to toss around a frisbee and play badmitton. It was a gorgeous day in the park. I didn't realize we had such a nice park so nearby. I had walked through there in winter once but it didn't seem so big or so nice.
As a note about our time in the park- people here don't play frisbee... so we drew a bit of a crowd just by throwing it around. That kind of makes me smile because to me, watching people throw a frisbee is about the equivalent of watching golf on TV. ZZZzzzzz. But I guess if you've never seen it before it's a little more thrilling.
We finished the afternoon by coming home and finishing reading the end of Matthew- the resurrection, and spending some time thinking about the wonder and power of Jesus who is Lord over everthing including death. It was a good.
He has risen.
He has risen indeed.
We had a very nice Easter weekend. Since we don't have a Church in our language to go to here, we just met with some english speaking friends on Friday and had our own little worship time together. We read the story of Christ's journey to the cross and His cruxifiction. We took communion together. It was good to remember.
After our worship time together, we went for supper to a nice restaurant that advertises Starbucks... which would be the first in the city but we realized that it wasn't authentic. The signs were real but the products aren't. Either that or they have the right products but don't know how to make anything properly. (they did have some real starbucks coffee in bags but the frappuchinos that they served us were not the same as the "real" thing.) No really big disappointment. We kind of expected it when we first saw the signs anyway.
On Saturday M's school invited us for supper to a nice restaurant as well that was serving turkey alongside a big buffet of mostly seafood. It was delicious.
We met a couple of teachers who were here on exchange from Scottland. We understood most of what they said. They invited us to sit with them, so we did. It was nice to meet someone from "the old country."
The evening was rounded off by a surprise evening Easter chocolate hunt hidden and hosted by a few of our Canadian friends here. That was a surprise! Very fun.
On Sunday we had friends over for Easter brunch- I whipped up the pancake batter and cracked the eggs while M fried and flipped everything. Some friends brought over some fruit and we had a nice time of it.
We ended up biking over to the park afterwards to toss around a frisbee and play badmitton. It was a gorgeous day in the park. I didn't realize we had such a nice park so nearby. I had walked through there in winter once but it didn't seem so big or so nice.
As a note about our time in the park- people here don't play frisbee... so we drew a bit of a crowd just by throwing it around. That kind of makes me smile because to me, watching people throw a frisbee is about the equivalent of watching golf on TV. ZZZzzzzz. But I guess if you've never seen it before it's a little more thrilling.
We finished the afternoon by coming home and finishing reading the end of Matthew- the resurrection, and spending some time thinking about the wonder and power of Jesus who is Lord over everthing including death. It was a good.
He has risen.
He has risen indeed.
Saturday, April 07, 2007
books books books
In a few weeks we'll be heading back to Canada for a visit. While I'm in Canada I will be looking to read some new books. I already have a few ideas in mind of what to read while I'm there.... Anybody else got any books to recommend?
C'mon, don't be shy.
C'mon, don't be shy.
Friday, April 06, 2007
Yesterday I was reading the book "Six Hours One Friday" by Max Lucado. I was thinking about today- Good Friday. I was very moved by the following story....
There's something about this story that reflects the beauty and depth of character of someone who is willing to give up their life for another. It reminded me of the unselfishness of Christ in His sacrifice of His own life in place of mine.
Good Friday is a special day to think about and remember what Christ did, and although I could never repay Him for what He did for me (and He doesn't expect that anyway) I hope that my life would be one that overflows with testimony of the goodness of God, the kindness of God, and the unselfishness of God.
Thank You Lord Jesus, Thank You.
Note: This story was written by Max Lucado and published 1989. Franciszek Gajowniczek died in 1995 at age 95. 53 years after Maximillian Kolbe saved his life by giving his own.
It’s difficult to find beauty in death. It’s even more difficult to find beauty in a death camp. Especially Auschwitz. Four million Jews died there in World War II. A half-ton of human hair is still preserved. The showers that sprayed poison gas still stand.
But for all the ugly memories of Auschwitz there is one of beauty. It’s the memory Gajowniczek has of Maximilian Kolbe.
In February, 1941, Kolbe was incarcerated at Auschwitz. He was a Franciscan priest. In the harshness of the slaughterhouse he maintained the gentleness of Christ. He shared his food. He gave up his bunk. He prayed for his captors. He was soon given the nickname “Saint of Auschwitz.”
In July of that same year there was an escape from the prison. It was the custom at Auschwitz to kill ten prisoners for every one who escaped. All the prisoners would be gathered in the courtyard and the commandant would randomly select ten names from the roll book. These victims would be immediately taken to a cell where they would receive no food or water until they died.
The commandant begins calling the names. At each selection another prisoner steps forward to fill the sinister quota. The tenth name he calls is Gajowniczek.
As the SS officers check the numbers of the condemned, one of the condemned begins to sob. “My wife, my children,” he weeps.
The officers turn as they hear movements among the prisoners. The guards raise their rifles. The dogs tense, anticipating a command to attack. A prisoner has left his row and is pushing his way to the front.
It is Kolbe. No fear on his face. No hesitancy in his step. The capo shouts at him to stop or be shot. “I want to talk to the commander,” He says calmly. For some reason the officer doesn’t club or kill him. Kolbe stops a few paces from the commandant, removes his hat and looks the German officer in the eye.
“Herr Kommandant, I wish to make a request, please.”
That no one shot him is a miracle.
“I want to die in the place of this prisoner.” He points at the sobbing Gajowniczek. The audacious request is presented without stammer.
“I have no wife and no children. Besides, I am old and not good for anything. He’s in better condition.” Kolbe knew well the Nazi mentality.
“Who are you?” the officer asks.
“A Catholic priest.”
The block is stunned. The commandant, uncharacteristically speechless. After a moment, he barks, “Request granted”
Prisoners were never allowed to speak.
Gajowniczek says,
“I could only thank him with my eyes. I was stunned and could hardly grasp what was going on. The immensity of it: I, the condemned, am to live and someone else willingly and voluntarily offers his life for me- a stranger. Is this some dream?”
The Saint of Auschwitz outlived the other nine. In fact, he didn’t die of thirst or starvation. He died only after the camp doctor injected phenol into his heart. It was August 14, 1941.
Gajowniczek survived the holocaust. He made his way back to his hometown. Every year however he goes back to Auschwitz. Every August 14 he goes back to say thank you to the man who died in his place.
In his back yard there is a plaque. A plaque he carved with his own hands. A tribute to Maximillian Kolbe- the man who died so he could live.
- Max Lucado- from Six Hours One Friday
There's something about this story that reflects the beauty and depth of character of someone who is willing to give up their life for another. It reminded me of the unselfishness of Christ in His sacrifice of His own life in place of mine.
Good Friday is a special day to think about and remember what Christ did, and although I could never repay Him for what He did for me (and He doesn't expect that anyway) I hope that my life would be one that overflows with testimony of the goodness of God, the kindness of God, and the unselfishness of God.
4 Surely he took up our infirmitiesThe Holy Bible : New International Version. 1996, c1984 (Is 53:4-9). Grand Rapids: Zondervan.
and carried our sorrows,
yet we considered him stricken by God,
smitten by him, and afflicted.
5 But he was pierced for our transgressions,
he was crushed for our iniquities;
the punishment that brought us peace was upon him,
and by his wounds we are healed.
6 We all, like sheep, have gone astray,
each of us has turned to his own way;
and the Lord has laid on him
the iniquity of us all.
7 He was oppressed and afflicted,
yet he did not open his mouth;
he was led like a lamb to the slaughter,
and as a sheep before her shearers is silent,
so he did not open his mouth.
8 By oppressiond and judgment he was taken away.
And who can speak of his descendants?
For he was cut off from the land of the living;
for the transgression of my people he was stricken.
9 He was assigned a grave with the wicked,
and with the rich in his death,
though he had done no violence,
nor was any deceit in his mouth.
Thank You Lord Jesus, Thank You.
Note: This story was written by Max Lucado and published 1989. Franciszek Gajowniczek died in 1995 at age 95. 53 years after Maximillian Kolbe saved his life by giving his own.
Saturday, March 31, 2007
Friday, March 30, 2007
I know men; and I tell you that Jesus Christ is no mere man. Between Him and every other person in the world there is no possible term of comparison. Alexander, Cesar, Charlemagne, and I have founded empires. But on what did we rest the creations of our genius? Upon force! Jesus Christ founded His empire upon love; and at this hour millions of men would die for Him. - Napoleon Bonaparte
(quoted in Searching For God Knows What by Donald Miller.)
(quoted in Searching For God Knows What by Donald Miller.)
Thursday, March 29, 2007
Mama Mia
We just got back tonight from a little trip out of town. We had some thing to do in another city.
At one point we felt like going out to see if we could locate a Starbucks in our travels as we were in a large city with a few of them...
Hubs used to live in that city so kind of has a bit of a working knowlege of the layout....
Anyway, we hopped in a cab(cabs are cheap here) and M told the driver a location to go to where he thought there was a Starbucks, so we started heading in that direction. Before we got far, M spotted a street that he remembered and then was torn- thinking there might possibly been one down that very street, he decided not to chance it and to keep going but then at the last second he told the driver to turn down the street. We tried to scan both sides and the side streets to find it...
After a few minutes of seeing nothing that resembled what we were looking for, M spontaneouly broke into song -
M-(to be sung in a folksy way) " I knew I shouldn't have turned down this street! I should have let the taxi keep going to the first spot..."
K- (to be sung in a half hearted Bohemian Rhapsody-esque)"Yes you shoulda, yes you shoulda, yes you shoulda"
Taxi driver: You sing very nicely.
US:(we forgot that although the taxi driver couldn't speak english, he could still hear us SINGING) ha ha ha ha oh, thankyou ha ha ha
Taxi driver: Is that an american song? Or a song from your country?
K- "No that's our own song."
M and K continue laughing and joking about it almost all the way to the starbucks which is just up the street. Way to go M!
(we gave the kind taxi driver special thanks- he was patient with us! He drove away with a smile.)
At one point we felt like going out to see if we could locate a Starbucks in our travels as we were in a large city with a few of them...
Hubs used to live in that city so kind of has a bit of a working knowlege of the layout....
Anyway, we hopped in a cab(cabs are cheap here) and M told the driver a location to go to where he thought there was a Starbucks, so we started heading in that direction. Before we got far, M spotted a street that he remembered and then was torn- thinking there might possibly been one down that very street, he decided not to chance it and to keep going but then at the last second he told the driver to turn down the street. We tried to scan both sides and the side streets to find it...
After a few minutes of seeing nothing that resembled what we were looking for, M spontaneouly broke into song -
M-(to be sung in a folksy way) " I knew I shouldn't have turned down this street! I should have let the taxi keep going to the first spot..."
K- (to be sung in a half hearted Bohemian Rhapsody-esque)"Yes you shoulda, yes you shoulda, yes you shoulda"
Taxi driver: You sing very nicely.
US:(we forgot that although the taxi driver couldn't speak english, he could still hear us SINGING) ha ha ha ha oh, thankyou ha ha ha
Taxi driver: Is that an american song? Or a song from your country?
K- "No that's our own song."
M and K continue laughing and joking about it almost all the way to the starbucks which is just up the street. Way to go M!
(we gave the kind taxi driver special thanks- he was patient with us! He drove away with a smile.)
Sunday, March 25, 2007
Not so oft quoted wisdom
There are some quotes from the Bible that are very famous. People recognize them instantly. 1 Corinthians 13 for example-
"Love is Patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It alwasy protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres." Vrs.4-6.
It is easy to see what that passage is a favourite. There are quite a few others that are also popular- Psalm 23, John 3:16... (if you don't know those ones, go look them up, it's worth it)
However, yesterday I was browsing through Proverbs and read a few and thought-"this is dynamite, but not really ever quoted."
So, today I give you a few passages that I thought were noteworthy yet not well noted.
I could go on, but I'll leave it with those four for tonight.
Hope you are well wherever you are tonight.
-K
"Love is Patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It alwasy protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres." Vrs.4-6.
It is easy to see what that passage is a favourite. There are quite a few others that are also popular- Psalm 23, John 3:16... (if you don't know those ones, go look them up, it's worth it)
However, yesterday I was browsing through Proverbs and read a few and thought-"this is dynamite, but not really ever quoted."
So, today I give you a few passages that I thought were noteworthy yet not well noted.
"Like one who seizes a dog by the ears
is a passer-by who meddles in quarrels not his own." Proverbs 26:17
"Better a poor man whose walk is blameless
than a rich man whose ways are perverse." Proverbs 28:6
"Fear of man will prove to be a snare,
but whoever trusts in the Lord is kept safe." Proverbs 29:25
"Pride only breeds quarrels,
but wisdom is found in those who take advice." Proverbs 13:10
I could go on, but I'll leave it with those four for tonight.
Hope you are well wherever you are tonight.
-K
Thursday, March 22, 2007
wasn't expecting that from a Denzel movie
Hubby and I watched a movie last weekend. It was with Denzel Washington. It was alright, except the entire middle part which was really violent. (I left for that part and returned for the ending. )
I don't really want to give a movie critique here, although there were a couple interesting themes... but what struck me was at one point Denzel's character and this Nun quote a verse from the Bible. Romans 12:21
Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good.
And that one line simply spoken seemed to jump right out of the movie and pierce right to my heart and give specific encouragement to me for some day to day situations that I'd been wrestling with. I'd been feeling a bit discouraged by a few things sort of piling up, and that message of not being overcome by evil but overcoming evil with good was such a word of hope to me. It seemed like God was saying, "yes there is evil, I see it, but good will overcome it." And by His Spirit it will.
"For the word of God is living and active. Sharper than any double-edged sword.."
Hebrews 4:12a
Yes, yes it is.
I don't really want to give a movie critique here, although there were a couple interesting themes... but what struck me was at one point Denzel's character and this Nun quote a verse from the Bible. Romans 12:21
Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good.
And that one line simply spoken seemed to jump right out of the movie and pierce right to my heart and give specific encouragement to me for some day to day situations that I'd been wrestling with. I'd been feeling a bit discouraged by a few things sort of piling up, and that message of not being overcome by evil but overcoming evil with good was such a word of hope to me. It seemed like God was saying, "yes there is evil, I see it, but good will overcome it." And by His Spirit it will.
"For the word of God is living and active. Sharper than any double-edged sword.."
Hebrews 4:12a
Yes, yes it is.
Monday, March 12, 2007
The Fashion Report
Today I went shopping with a local friend.
Well, she shopped, I just looked at stuff and tried not to give too much of my opinion of various fashions.
This is an interesting place fashion wise. A few short years ago people were much too preoccupied with just trying to survive to worry about fashion. Now people in general have more disposable income, so fashion is now in. (Even more amazing is that I just read an article this morning about the new cosmetic surgery craze here.)
So, today was interesting. My friend took me to a place that I've never really investigated before- a big market of fairly cheap but decent quality clothes. Shop after shop, shirts, jackets, sweaters, and pants.
Now, what people like to wear here is often different from North America. And there's nothing wrong with that. (At some point I will give my N. America fashion rant...) ANyway- in my opinion, and I say this by western standards, some things that I see people wearing are really stylish- smart looking! It's fairly common actually to see people wearing a fantastic looking ensemble on their bike on the way to work in the morning.
Some other outfits are almost there, often the crucial thing that sinks a perfectly good outfit here is an addition of some random huge thing stuck audaciously on the front of it- ie) a big lacey flower, a massive bow of contrasting colour, gobs of fur stuck in various arrangements, or a mass of sequins and feathers. It gives me this urge to just take a pair of scissiors and snip! "there, now I feel better"
Another category of things people wear is the way over the top crazy outfits. These can not be described. They usually do involve lots of colour, and are often accompanied by crazy hair and for some reason green eye shadow. I'm still debating posting a fashion file just devoted to these UFOs.. "Unbelievable Fashion Objects."
Then there's all the other stuff that people wear, that's just somewhere in the middle. Just comfortable stuff that is sort of non descript.
The reason I said at the beginning of this post that I tried to hold back my opinion, is that I realize that I have very different taste from my friend. I might not like something simply because it doesn't look western enough for my taste, and so, I don't think that makes me a good fashion adviser for her.
With that being said she did pick out some nice stuff, well all except the purse, but that was one of those really big purses that are the rage all over the world and look like they were rejected from the 80's for being far too ugly. (Don't ever ask me if I like your really really big ugly trendy 80's purse- especially if it cost you a lot of money and Lindsay Lohan or one of the Olson Twins is carrying the exact same one and you had to take out a loan to pay for it....because I'll just tell you right now, I think they are all horrible. ) I didn't mind my friend buying the ugly 80's purse though as I do recognise that others don't share my replusion (and probably a few of you reading this just bought one of your own- and by all means buy, enjoy, think it's cute, but please, don't wreck your back and I repeat - don't ask me what I think of it.)
As we were walking around, it was fun looking at all the clothes. I rarely go shopping for clothes here. And rarely means just about never. But I really do like going shopping. It's fun to buy new clothes, even if they aren't for me. So, it was a nice outing, looking at what's "in" here... and being reminded of how things are changing in this place. I was also reminded as we were walking around that "clothes don't make the person"... and that thought came as a sudden relief, and a little saddness. Relief of pressure to pick the perfect items for my friend. But saddness as I realize that the new financial freedom that people are gaining here is giving them a false sense of what's really important, people are much more concerned with their image, their look... a new superficiality is taking over the land, a superficiality that we are well aquainted with in the west. And I couldn't help but be a little bit sad.
Well, she shopped, I just looked at stuff and tried not to give too much of my opinion of various fashions.
This is an interesting place fashion wise. A few short years ago people were much too preoccupied with just trying to survive to worry about fashion. Now people in general have more disposable income, so fashion is now in. (Even more amazing is that I just read an article this morning about the new cosmetic surgery craze here.)
So, today was interesting. My friend took me to a place that I've never really investigated before- a big market of fairly cheap but decent quality clothes. Shop after shop, shirts, jackets, sweaters, and pants.
Now, what people like to wear here is often different from North America. And there's nothing wrong with that. (At some point I will give my N. America fashion rant...) ANyway- in my opinion, and I say this by western standards, some things that I see people wearing are really stylish- smart looking! It's fairly common actually to see people wearing a fantastic looking ensemble on their bike on the way to work in the morning.
Some other outfits are almost there, often the crucial thing that sinks a perfectly good outfit here is an addition of some random huge thing stuck audaciously on the front of it- ie) a big lacey flower, a massive bow of contrasting colour, gobs of fur stuck in various arrangements, or a mass of sequins and feathers. It gives me this urge to just take a pair of scissiors and snip! "there, now I feel better"
Another category of things people wear is the way over the top crazy outfits. These can not be described. They usually do involve lots of colour, and are often accompanied by crazy hair and for some reason green eye shadow. I'm still debating posting a fashion file just devoted to these UFOs.. "Unbelievable Fashion Objects."
Then there's all the other stuff that people wear, that's just somewhere in the middle. Just comfortable stuff that is sort of non descript.
The reason I said at the beginning of this post that I tried to hold back my opinion, is that I realize that I have very different taste from my friend. I might not like something simply because it doesn't look western enough for my taste, and so, I don't think that makes me a good fashion adviser for her.
With that being said she did pick out some nice stuff, well all except the purse, but that was one of those really big purses that are the rage all over the world and look like they were rejected from the 80's for being far too ugly. (Don't ever ask me if I like your really really big ugly trendy 80's purse- especially if it cost you a lot of money and Lindsay Lohan or one of the Olson Twins is carrying the exact same one and you had to take out a loan to pay for it....because I'll just tell you right now, I think they are all horrible. ) I didn't mind my friend buying the ugly 80's purse though as I do recognise that others don't share my replusion (and probably a few of you reading this just bought one of your own- and by all means buy, enjoy, think it's cute, but please, don't wreck your back and I repeat - don't ask me what I think of it.)
As we were walking around, it was fun looking at all the clothes. I rarely go shopping for clothes here. And rarely means just about never. But I really do like going shopping. It's fun to buy new clothes, even if they aren't for me. So, it was a nice outing, looking at what's "in" here... and being reminded of how things are changing in this place. I was also reminded as we were walking around that "clothes don't make the person"... and that thought came as a sudden relief, and a little saddness. Relief of pressure to pick the perfect items for my friend. But saddness as I realize that the new financial freedom that people are gaining here is giving them a false sense of what's really important, people are much more concerned with their image, their look... a new superficiality is taking over the land, a superficiality that we are well aquainted with in the west. And I couldn't help but be a little bit sad.
Saturday, March 03, 2007
Well, I'll pray about it.
You Should Rule Mars |
 Mars is a planet that shines brightly and loops wildly around the solar system. You are perfect to rule Mars, because you are both energetic and independent. Like Mars, you seems attractive and bright to others - but you're difficult to pin down. You are a great thinker, but you only think in the present and ignore the future. Full of enthusiasm and inspiration, you are into your own thing... and rather insensitive to others. |
But I thought men were from Mars.
now it all makes sense to you, doesn't it?
You Are An ENFP |
The Inspirer You love being around people, and you are deeply committed to your friends. You are also unconventional, irreverant, and unimpressed by authority and rules. Incredibly perceptive, you can usually sense if someone has hidden motives. You use lots of colorful language and expressions. You're qutie the storyteller! You would make an excellent entrepreneur, politician, or journalist. |
i feel hungry
You Are a Chocolate Chip Cookie |
 Traditional and conservative, most people find you comforting. You're friendly and easy to get to know. This makes you very popular - without even trying! |
Your 80s Theme Song Is: |
 |
This test was totally random- I kept typing in the same results and getting a different song each time.... this was the first one that came up. I decided to stick with it. Even though I never liked Aerosmith at all, and never really cared about his particular song whatso ever.
something important you needed to know about me
Caffe Vanilla Frappuccino |
 Smooth and sweet, you fit in to almost any crowd. No one would suspect you of being a coffee tweaker! |
That's for sure, I don't even suspect myself of being a coffee tweaker. What on earth does that mean?
And apparently i have a vanilla personality.
Hmph!
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Trip to the market
One fun thing we did while we were down south was go to a big flower market. We took the subway, then hopped on a boat-bus, and then somehow wandered our way over to the market.
Flowers are amazing aren't they? The market itself was a little so-so, but the flowers.... masterpieces.
A few sight and sound bites from down south
Well, it took a little while but I finally got my butt in gear to post a few things from our time away.
The very last location we were in, we stayed in a nice little guest house- clean and cheap.
We enjoyed it a lot, although we were in a very urban place, the little guest house was down at the end of a lane, so it felt just off the beaten path.
We had the end room which was great because our windows looked out on a waterway where boats zipped by. See here it is....
The very last location we were in, we stayed in a nice little guest house- clean and cheap.
We enjoyed it a lot, although we were in a very urban place, the little guest house was down at the end of a lane, so it felt just off the beaten path.
We had the end room which was great because our windows looked out on a waterway where boats zipped by. See here it is....
There were water taxis that would zip by. We took one in another part of town one day- lots of fun. 
Here is a dead coconut tree just out side our window.
The downside of our end room was this guy-
Let's call him the early bird. He lived just outside our window. I don't know what it is with us and roosters, but they do seem to show up a lot when we are travelling. And this brings me to my next point- the person who coined the onomatapia - "cock-a-doodle-doo" never had a rooster. They had never come near a rooster. He lived in a city in North America and never came in contact with anything resembling a rooster. I'm sorry. No. "Cock-a-doodle-doo" my foot. That is far too sweet and cutsy. A rooster says "ER er ER er ERRRCH!" or "er ERRCH!" ANd usually it's no where near dawn. It's still dark when they start up this racket.
Thankfully our little friend didn't bother us too badly- just the first night... after that we discovered that closing our bathroom door muffled his ERRCHING. He seemed to sleep in a little more as well after we were there for awhile. Guess he thought he'd broken us in.
Friday, February 23, 2007
Back again
Well, we finally arrived home after a long time away doing many things. Life is fairly quiet here.
It was an interesting journey home- we had one connecting flight to get back, with what was supposed to be a short stop over inbetween. We made it to the gate and then realized that our flight wa delayed. It was about 3:30 in the afternoon... it was delayed about 12 hours.
The good thing is that the airline gave us a free hotel room and supper. So, we caught a few winks. We had no idea how long the wait would be as it was due to fog, and who knows when that will lift. But at 2:40 am when they called we had to get our sorry butts up out of bed and head back for the 3:40 am flight. We were tired, but arrived safe and sound into a beautiful sunny day.
I will try to post some pics a little later today. We are working at getting caught up with the household, emails and life in general...
It was an interesting journey home- we had one connecting flight to get back, with what was supposed to be a short stop over inbetween. We made it to the gate and then realized that our flight wa delayed. It was about 3:30 in the afternoon... it was delayed about 12 hours.
The good thing is that the airline gave us a free hotel room and supper. So, we caught a few winks. We had no idea how long the wait would be as it was due to fog, and who knows when that will lift. But at 2:40 am when they called we had to get our sorry butts up out of bed and head back for the 3:40 am flight. We were tired, but arrived safe and sound into a beautiful sunny day.
I will try to post some pics a little later today. We are working at getting caught up with the household, emails and life in general...
Thursday, February 01, 2007
about the wind
Not too much to report from here.
Although I must say there is a fantastic wind here.
It's deliciously warm every day but where we are staying there's this wind- combined with the warmth it's very refreshing.
I don't think other places are quite so windy- there's something about the courtyard where we are staying that seems to whip up the wind. So if there's wind outside our place, there's extra wind inside our courtyard.
The only time it's not so nice is if you want to swim in the pool as the pool is cold and then when there are wind squalls on the surface it can be quite chilly.
See? Look at that - I'm on vacation, I really have nothing important to say.
Although I must say there is a fantastic wind here.
It's deliciously warm every day but where we are staying there's this wind- combined with the warmth it's very refreshing.
I don't think other places are quite so windy- there's something about the courtyard where we are staying that seems to whip up the wind. So if there's wind outside our place, there's extra wind inside our courtyard.
The only time it's not so nice is if you want to swim in the pool as the pool is cold and then when there are wind squalls on the surface it can be quite chilly.
See? Look at that - I'm on vacation, I really have nothing important to say.
Monday, January 29, 2007
That'll be $7 for parking please
So, we came up with a plan to avoid all the indiscreetness at the beach- go early.
We trundled down to the beach at 8:30 this morning. It was great, the sun was up, and warm but not hot. And it was at a perfect angle to make the water colour quite gorgeous. There was a nice breeze off the ocean. There weren't very many people there so that was nice, and since it wasn't that hot out, everyone was properly clothed.
The only one annoying thing was that a guy came and told us it cost money to sit on the beach chairs after we'd been sitting there for two hours and were ready to leave. We didn't see a sign or anything. But that's ok, we had a very nice time sitting on those chairs so we paid the guy the money. But what if we'd come down to the beach without money?
Anyway, same time and same plan for tomorrow. Except maybe we'll sit in the sand.
We trundled down to the beach at 8:30 this morning. It was great, the sun was up, and warm but not hot. And it was at a perfect angle to make the water colour quite gorgeous. There was a nice breeze off the ocean. There weren't very many people there so that was nice, and since it wasn't that hot out, everyone was properly clothed.
The only one annoying thing was that a guy came and told us it cost money to sit on the beach chairs after we'd been sitting there for two hours and were ready to leave. We didn't see a sign or anything. But that's ok, we had a very nice time sitting on those chairs so we paid the guy the money. But what if we'd come down to the beach without money?
Anyway, same time and same plan for tomorrow. Except maybe we'll sit in the sand.
Sunday, January 28, 2007
Oh the smells you can smell
This morning my husband and I came down for breakfast, and had a nice brunch together.
After breakfast we both decided to check our email at a little internet place in the hotel. Not a bad deal at all. It's kind of under a roof and kind of open to the outside. As we were sitting clicking away reading email and what not we smelled a smell that was not pleasant. It smelled like Poo. And I'm not talking about Winnie the.
It seemed to be coming from an air vent, so before going upstairs to our room we complained to the girl behind the check in desk. Her english was not too good. The conversation went like this:
Us: Hi, we just want to let you know there is a poo smell over by the computers.
Her: (Blank look.)
Me: A bad smell, it smells like poo, over there. (waving of hand in front of face and pointing to computer area)
Her: Poo? (blank look)
Hubby: Poo, refuse, defacation, crap
Me: (continued waving of hand under nose and crinkled face expression.)
Her: Oh you mean the sea food...
Us: No a poo smell by the computers, over there.... check it out.
then we left.
And we decided that we would not be trying the sea food.
After breakfast we both decided to check our email at a little internet place in the hotel. Not a bad deal at all. It's kind of under a roof and kind of open to the outside. As we were sitting clicking away reading email and what not we smelled a smell that was not pleasant. It smelled like Poo. And I'm not talking about Winnie the.
It seemed to be coming from an air vent, so before going upstairs to our room we complained to the girl behind the check in desk. Her english was not too good. The conversation went like this:
Us: Hi, we just want to let you know there is a poo smell over by the computers.
Her: (Blank look.)
Me: A bad smell, it smells like poo, over there. (waving of hand in front of face and pointing to computer area)
Her: Poo? (blank look)
Hubby: Poo, refuse, defacation, crap
Me: (continued waving of hand under nose and crinkled face expression.)
Her: Oh you mean the sea food...
Us: No a poo smell by the computers, over there.... check it out.
then we left.
And we decided that we would not be trying the sea food.
Friday, January 26, 2007
the dangers of vacation
Good morning.
Well, I haven't updated in a looong time.
I'm still alive.
Right now Hubby and I are down south- we have some things to do here but first we are taking a little R &R. It's very pretty where we are right now, and very warm.
We just arrived yesterday - and went trucking down to the beach to check it out.
It's beautiful, but one problem is- some of the Europeans (not all of them, just some of them) think it's a non swimsuit kind of beach. At least on the top part. Hello people- this is a normal public beach. Wear your WHOLE swim suit. Even if there's not much swimsuit to wear... put it all on.
Ugh.
Well, I haven't updated in a looong time.
I'm still alive.
Right now Hubby and I are down south- we have some things to do here but first we are taking a little R &R. It's very pretty where we are right now, and very warm.
We just arrived yesterday - and went trucking down to the beach to check it out.
It's beautiful, but one problem is- some of the Europeans (not all of them, just some of them) think it's a non swimsuit kind of beach. At least on the top part. Hello people- this is a normal public beach. Wear your WHOLE swim suit. Even if there's not much swimsuit to wear... put it all on.
Ugh.
Saturday, January 06, 2007
A little Catch up
Why is my mind blank?
I haven't posted for a long time, and lots has happened but my mind is El Blanco. ....
Life has been full and busy, not a lot of reflection time. I am on cold number 2. The second in a number of weeks. I always thought there was some rule that your body has that you can't catch a second cold right after another one.... it's not so bad though. Just a bit runny and sneezy.
How was your New Years? We had a little road trip... nothing too substantial, travelled about an hour and a half away to hang out with some friends. It was fun. The train was a little crazy. Lots of other people travelling too.
When we got there we went for a nice supper, and then went roller skating- on an outdoor rink. Yes it is winter here. It was fun, definately a first for me- the outdoor roller rink part. I took it easy however... the thought of taking a big fall and further wrenching this precarious back of mine kept me from really tearing it up, and getting sassy on the skates. I'm sure sometimes when other people see the way I move, they think I'm like an old granny. Really I just have a strong aversion to pain, so I become quite cautious.
After the roller skating we went back to the apartment and had this incredible cheesecake. Phew. Good stuff. I ate entirely too much sugar, but I don't reget it, it was the last day of 2006. (But, I know that I need to 86 much of the sweet tooth tendancies in my regular day to day eating habits. )
So, New Years, it was fun. It was good to see friends, pray for the world in 2007, worship together, eat and just gab a bit.
Now, we are going to watch "Happy Feet" and goof off.
Good Night for now,
And all the best for 2007!
PS I started taking Vitamin D.
I haven't posted for a long time, and lots has happened but my mind is El Blanco. ....
Life has been full and busy, not a lot of reflection time. I am on cold number 2. The second in a number of weeks. I always thought there was some rule that your body has that you can't catch a second cold right after another one.... it's not so bad though. Just a bit runny and sneezy.
How was your New Years? We had a little road trip... nothing too substantial, travelled about an hour and a half away to hang out with some friends. It was fun. The train was a little crazy. Lots of other people travelling too.
When we got there we went for a nice supper, and then went roller skating- on an outdoor rink. Yes it is winter here. It was fun, definately a first for me- the outdoor roller rink part. I took it easy however... the thought of taking a big fall and further wrenching this precarious back of mine kept me from really tearing it up, and getting sassy on the skates. I'm sure sometimes when other people see the way I move, they think I'm like an old granny. Really I just have a strong aversion to pain, so I become quite cautious.
After the roller skating we went back to the apartment and had this incredible cheesecake. Phew. Good stuff. I ate entirely too much sugar, but I don't reget it, it was the last day of 2006. (But, I know that I need to 86 much of the sweet tooth tendancies in my regular day to day eating habits. )
So, New Years, it was fun. It was good to see friends, pray for the world in 2007, worship together, eat and just gab a bit.
Now, we are going to watch "Happy Feet" and goof off.
Good Night for now,
And all the best for 2007!
PS I started taking Vitamin D.
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