I am a dork

I have a confession to make. I like dragon ball Z (and other anime shows).....but really who wouldn't? Look at how cute he is.

Vent:
I hate writing essays!
I still have three pages to go
and my essay just blows....he..he..
oi

thank God for small mercies

If I had one word for the last three days it would be: Chaotic. So I will start off at the beginning. So I was coming back from Scott's parables, and I was noticing that the heat meter on my car was running warmer than it usually runs. Now being in Circle Drive traffic during rush hour, I really couldn't pull over and check it out. However, smoke started to arise from my hood, so I turned my car off really quick, but I left key sort of in so that I my steering wheel wouldn't lock up, but I lost power steering. Also, keeping in mind I was in the far left side of the road, PLUS...ha ha....people were trying to merge onto circle drive. So I coasted off the the side, running into the shoulder of the road(power brakes weren't working so well either) with a trail of antifreeze to follow and clouds of smoke billowing out of my poor little car. Mercy number one: Definite protection as I crossed lanes of traffic. So I quickly popped the hood of my car when a nice lady stopped and let me use her cell phone to call a tow truck. Mercy number two: Someone was kind enough to stop. Then as I was waiting for the tow truck and watching the expresions of the people who passed me by, when one of my friends, Ang came running up. She had been driving by with a group of friends saw me stranded, and jumped out of the car. Mercy number three: What were the chances that someone I know would pass by and the fact that He provided me with someone for support, because I was not a happy camper at this point in time. Then both of us were stranded waiting for the tow truck, we had to have looked really forlorn, because this young guy pulled over. We told him that we had called a tow truck, but he stayed with us until the much anticipated tow truck dude came. Mercy number four: It was nice that the guy, whose name was Carl, stayed. The tow truck driver dude was a jerk and didn't offer us a ride to Saskatoon Motor Products and we would of had to hiked. So by the time we got to SMP, it was already closed, but I left my keys in an envelope with a queezy feeling; I was not entirely sure what had gone wrong and it would of eased my mind if I had estimate of the damage done. Mercy number five: they phoned and told me that no damage was done, and the source of the problem was the cap of the antifreeze tank was not on properly. So I didn't have to fork over a large amount of money to fix the car! YAY! Now that I think back on it, about a week ago I was at a gas station, and I asked the gas guy to test the level of water and the level of antifreeze to see if the mixture was good for winter........Lesson: Make sure the coolant cap in on....and thank GOD for small mercies!

The Night Sky

I love being in the city, but I also miss aspects of small town life. Last year I worked on the night shift at honeybee. During the two kilometer drive between the plant and Frontier, I started to notice how beauitful it was at that time of night. Some nights instead of going home, I would go down a random road, pull my car over, shut off the lights and listen to music and watch the sky, because the prairie sky is one of the most beautiful things you will see. Tonight I felt like escaping the city and going where there was less lights so I could see the sky, since I do not think I have actually seen it since I have moved up here. Anywho, I discovered that if you follow preston ave, it goes right out of the city and it turns into a gravel road. So Kjersti and I went on our little endeavour until we came to a spot were the city lights were not so bright and the stars lit up the sky. I like moments like these, I once again realize how awsome our God is. In moments like these I think how amazing the grace of God is and why God would choose to reveal Himself to me when there are so many people who still do not know him or is living in this false picture of what and who God is. In moments like these I feel blessed.

Today is a good day!

When I woke up this morning and saw sunshine, I knew from that momement on it was going to be a good day. I am not a big fan of grey sky and cold weather which seems to be the dominant weather pattern as of late. The day got even better when I stepped out the door and it was warmish. Plus, today I do not have to work (SCORE!), I am getting my hair cut, I get to play volleyball, and my english prof somehow managed to not only lock ( the door actually jammed) the late students outside the classroom, but lock us in as well...he he....

il ne sert a rien de se faire du souci

So after considerable time worrying about my in class essay, wondering if I passed or not, hoping when my prof read it wouldn't laugh, and any other fears I probably had, I realize now(after I got my paper back), it was not that big of a deal. Things are only a big deal if you allow them to be......

Marian's little bubble

So I have been thinking about death, life,and regrets lately. Mostly due to an individual from my home town that is battling cancer. Sometimes I wonder if I knew that I was going to die soon, I would be living my life totally different. But it shouldn't be differnet. I am not talking about quiting school, or going travelling, or any whims like that. Mostly it deals with storing my treasures in heaven. We are not immortal physical creatures and we will die. I am kinda getting sick of myself and this stagnet Chirstiany I have developed. This summer some of my friends and I had a college and career Bible study. We were going through the book of Mathew, when it hit me. Jesus did not come for the healthy people. He came for the sick, the hurt, needy, and oppressed. I often think about how much I hear this and get inspired to go help, reach out and that is about how far my motivation goes. Not that surrounding myself with Christian friends is bad, because it isn't, but I feel like I have made a little bubble of Marian's comfort christianity and I need to pop it. I firmly believe that when we go through certian situations in our life, how bad and sucky it may be, God works through it so that we, inturn go out and help people who are in a simular situation. The Gospel: what God has done for us, what God has done for me. I am learning that helping people may not be confined to the sterotypical soup kitchens or other various volunteer work( although it is something that I need to do). It may entitle something as simple actullay being real with people, or making an effort to sit down with someone who is stuggling and have a cup of coffee and let them talk, or building relationships with people who do not know Chirst or being a Big sister to a child who comes from a broken family.
"Not everyone who says to me, 'Lord, Lord," will enter the kingdom of heaven, but only he who does the will of my Father who is in heaven. Many will say to me on that day, 'Lord, Lord, did we not prophsey in your name, and in your name drive out demons and perform many miracles?' Then I will tell them plainly, 'I never knew you. Away for me, you evildoers!"
"Therefore everyone who hears these words of mine and puts them into practice is like a wise man who built his house on the rock. The rain came down, the streams rose, and winds blew and beat against that house; yet it did not fall, because it's foundation is on the rock. But anyone who hears these words of mine and does not put them into practice is like a foolish man who built his house on sand. The rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house, and it fell with a great crash." Matt 7:24-27
Anyway, these verses really hit me......

School...oi

I've decided that going back to school is harder than what I first imagined it to be. Although I only do have three classes, I find it overwhelming and frustrating, especially when you are working part-time. I know, people do it all the time and have huger school work loads, but I am not a good time manager ( a skill I might be learning now or will be forced to learn). However, I do realize the importance of school and the alternatives if I don't go, like working at Honey Bee, which compels me onward. So, I am going to go back to study psychology and not wallow in my own self pity.

Ligawhatamo?

Funny quotes from last night:
"Lord I CCCCCCCCCCCC, your name on DDDDDDDDDDD, GGGGGGGGGGGG, I CCCCCCCCCC to sing your DDDDDDDDDDDD" and so fourth. Brian and I were giving Kjersti guitar lessons.
"If big mac was a man, I'd marry him"(author disclosed)

Well, I find it funny how God answers our prayers sometimes. I work at Extra Foods, doing price changes, which means I work from 12am to 8am on Friday nights. I was super bummed out because I wanted to go home on Friday and see the Sterotrap concert plus see everyone. So I reconciled with the fact that I couldn't get it off, because I just started and so-forth. However, on Tuesday I was playing volleyball and I landed on my foot wrong. I heard a POP sound. I thought it was my ankle, but my ankle wasn't swelling and infact it was my foot. So went to the doctor the next day and he told me I tore ligaments. He also told me that I wouldn't be able to work for a while and gave me a note... which means....I can go home!!! I should get life insurance on myself...I seem to be accident prone lately.

Yay for volleyball

I am sooooo exicited, I get to play volleyball tonight on a team. Last weekend I watched my sister play volleyball for Millar, I couldn't help but feel a little jealous. I WANTED TO PLAY!! Man, I miss the sound of hitting the ball in the right spot and the thrill of the kill. Although, I have not played in a while and I might swing and miss the ball completly, it does not cloud my enthusiam at all, because I am just happy to play!

Whoawho!... I had five hours of sleep

Don't you hate when your in your bed trying to go to sleep but you can't? I hate it! I'ts so aggravating when you look at the clock and do a countdown until you have to get up, you realize you only have a matter of hours unitl you have to get up again, which in turn makes it even harder to sleep. Like Thursday, well I actually did not get to bed til 4am, but when I did go to bed....I couldn't shut off my brain....it was in overdrive. Sometimes I think I come up with my best ideas and thoughts about life durning these wee hours in the night. On Friday I had to work from 12am-8:30am, so I thought I would sleep in the afternoon, but it didn't happen. When I got off work this morning I figured I had about two hours of sleep in the last forty-eight hours. I would of went to bed after work, but then I realized that if I went to bed now, there is no way that I am going to get up and go watch my sister play volleyball. So, I went and watched her.....by this time, my limbs were feeling tingly and my brain was ready to shut-off. By the time I got home, which was 12pm, I finally went to sleep. The kicker is: I just slept the entire afternoon, and the cycle begins again.

Atlas! I stepped into the technology game!

So this is my first time ever blogging. It seems actually pretty weird....it's like a diary that the whole world can see........creepy....but fun!
Seeing that everyone I know has a blog, I decided that it was time to start one too. I do not even know who will actually read this, but I am gonna write anywho...