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Spring Time

2006-03-31T15:25:00.000-05:00

Ok, Ok, I know it has been a while since I last wrote in here...but I've just been so super busy I haven't had time to do much of anything. With school and the missions trip all the time I have left goes to sleep!

Onto new things, it's sooooo nice here in Ottawa. I wore my flippy floppy sandals for the first time today, and I'm wearing Capri's!!! Isn't that just awesome! I am loving this spring weather!!

well having to cut this short my be a disappointment to some of you. I know this blog isn't as exciting to read as my last one was! Needless to say I have to finish another paper and then pay my rent..how fun that will be, giving away loads of money!

I do my own stunts!

2006-03-12T00:00:00.000-05:00

As I sit here typing this blog, I have a bruised butt and right leg. Why you may ask? Well seeing as my friends have gained pure joy from my story I will share it with all of you....that is if anyone actually ever reads my blog!

So it's Thursday morning I wake up get ready to head into the church for the day, I get on the bus and it starts to freeze rain. I arrive at the church and Carm (my school buddy) come to the conclusion that once we finish our work we will head home. 1:30 comes rolling around and we pack up our stuff and head our different ways to go home. Here is where the chaos begins

Remember it has been freezing rain all morning, everything from the side walks, roads and snow piles are ice! I'm walkin along I get to my bus stop, I step in the shelter and with out noticing there is a huge pile of ice, I go down. Flat on my butt I land! You would think the story ends there, but anyone who knows me where one thing happens something ten times bigger is bound to happen very soon!

Moving along, I get on the bus and transfer onto my bus that will take me right to my apartment building. Before I get to my stop the bus has to stop at another place, I look out the window and see this guy running to catch the bus, he is running so fast that he slips and slides and eventually plants his face right in a poll. By this time myself and everyone else on the bus is snickering at the dudes misfortune. So I get to my stop, and remember everything is ice. Also the bus is completely full of people I'm talking jam packed. So I have to go out the back door of the bus. The bus drive needless to say did not do a good job at stoping at the bus stop. When the door opened we were right in front of a snow bank. Therefore inorder to get out you had to hop out on the snow bank and get down on the sidewalk. Well I was the last person getting off the bus, I make a huge step for the snow bank that by now is a huge mound of ice. My foot touches and I fall forward. Not only do I fall forward but I slide down the snow pile and my legs are under the bus. Yes that's right half of my body is now under a bus big enough to crush my poor little legs to bits. Did I fail to mention the bus was full of people? If not it needs to be said again, it was FULL of people. So I get up soaking wet anddddddd do you think my story is finished yet? Are you kidding!! Keep reading.

I'm now up and not able to walk on my right leg. So something wonderful happens. A hot guy, and side note, I'm not one to gawk at men but this dude was a looker. Anyhow this guy comes over to see if I'm ok and it turns out he is going to my building so he offers to walk with me. So he is holding my right arm and helping me walk on the ice. It ws nice really, I appreciated the offer. So we are almost to the walk way of my building and what should happen...Hot man looses his footing and takes me down for a third time. Once again flat on my butt. We both sit there laughing for a moment and I somehow manage to get up. I come into my apartment and my knee is the size of a grapefruit, I can't walk and I'm in pain!

So folks there you have it. I'm guessing you got just a good a laugh out of that as my friends did when I told them the story last night. So bruised butt and leg I leave you to rest my head on my pillow!

It's OFFICIAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2006-03-07T17:12:00.000-05:00

WOW...I can hardly believe it so I'm just going to come out and say it. I'M GOING TO AFRICA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Malawi to be exact and I am super excited!! Not only am I going but I get to share this awesome experience with two of my closest friends in the whole wide world! I can't wait, Jenn and Carm, we are going to have so much fun. Although I have a feeling I'll be mothering them as it will be their first trip abroad! No worries girls I'll be there to hold your hand hee hee hee.

It hasn't fully regesisterd yet, I know this becasue I'm not jumping up and down like a maniac!!! However it feels good, good to be able to say I can and will make a difference.

We will be going as a team of ten, five guys and five girls. Our task is working on the grounds of an Orphanage. Isn't that just awesome, we will get to be a part of creating a loving, God envisioned atmosphere for many many children who don't have parents to do so. The Village of Hope is it's name and how appropriate it is!

So for 17 days this summer I'll be working my butt off with two of my bestest friends that are a part of our awesome team from Woodvale Pentecostal Church! I'M GOING TO AFRICA EVERYBODY!!

Hello Chocolate City!

2006-03-01T23:04:00.000-05:00

WOW is all I have to say. For someone who has been PMSing like crazy the past couple of days, a trip to the Hershey Chocolate Factory was much needed.

It was no Willy Wonka but even though there was no edible room of candy and chocolate I walked away fully satisfied! It was so cool seeing the huge chocolate mixer that never stops going around and around making that delightful liquid which is milk chocolate!! And then the conveyor belt that displayed an endless amount of Reeses peanut Butter Cups, it was just heavenly!

Oh but wait it's not over!! To end I got a free sample of some new Reeses Bar! Despite the fact that it taste just like a Oh Henry bar I was excited to receive it! Then there was the mass amount of Chocolate I bought in their store as well.. Ok not a mass amount but enough to keep me going on a chocolate high for a couple of weeks!

Just when I needed something to brighten my day I get the wonderful world of chocolate right at my fingertips. And believe me if I could have lapped up the milk chocolate in the mixer without dying I would have!

ahhh and so ends my day. I doubt I will get to sleep tonight!!

Spring Break

2006-02-27T12:58:00.000-05:00

So today is my first official day of a week OFF! I am so excited, a week of doing nothing! Normally I would take this week to write a paper or do a major assignment for one of my classes. Well the only "big" assignment I really have to do for the end of the year is my Greek Exegesis Paper. Let me tell you, I am NOT setting one eye on anything Greek this week, not even Greek food! After 6 weeks of pain staking hours of nothing but Greek I deserve a good long week away from it!

So what do I plan on doing this week. A whole lot of nothing, mixed in with some fun stuff! I am going to the Hersey's Chocolate Factory for one of their tours Wednesday morning! I can't wait, hello chocolate here I come!! I'm also going to be getting my official Ontario Drivers license this week. Well I'll get it in two weeks but hey I'll have a pretend paper one till then HAHA! Then lastly I'll be doing a whole lot of tv watching seeing as I'll have time to do so!

So there you have it folks, it's my spring break and I am not expecting anything more of myself!

Not Too Often You Hear This From Me!

2006-02-19T23:01:00.000-05:00

This week I filled out my application form for the missions trip our young adults group plans on taking to Africa. One of the questions on the form was this; What biblical character do you identify with or want to emulate right now? That's a pretty though question don't ya think! It caused me to sit and reflect on my relationship with God right now, something in which scares me. Why you may ask? Cause being vulnerable isn't my strong point. But this is the conclusion I came too.

Right now, where I am in my life, I seem to identify most with Job. I seem to be at the stage where God seems to want to for lack of a better word "hide" from me. Let me tell you, if anyone is good at the hide and seek game it's God. God allowed Job to be tested and well if you read your bible you know it isn't a pretty picture for him. He was tried and tested and each time when you think God is going to come in and save the day he doesn't! I know that isn't the end all to the picture, no need for lectures here.

Yet through out my life God's always seemed to talk to me. There was never a moment where God didn't wrap His arms around me and yes at times give me a good wop up side the head. But the past few months I've really felt alone. In situations where I expect God to come in and save the day and help me, he hasn't. It down right sucks. Really though no one wants to go through something alone, but like Job, I suppose God is testing my faith. I can tell you one thing for sure, if this were to happen a few years ago I'd be up the creek with no paddle. So I suppose God does know what He is doing. Ok Ok He knows what he is doing.

I just sit here and wonder how much longer I have to endure His silence. I really liked hearing Him. Did you hear that God I enjoyed listening to you!!

Post V-Day

2006-02-15T17:17:00.000-05:00

Being a single person, most people assume you hate Valentines Day. However I prove you all wrong!!! As V-day's come and go I am amazed at how many bitter people there are out there when it comes to this day. I mean what did February 14th ever do to you? IT just a day on the calendar that happens to be a day of love.

I came to the conclusion a few years ago that I was not going to let Feb. 14th depress me any longer. So what!! I don't have a "significant other" to celebrate with. I'm not dating, nor have a dated in quite a long time but that will not stop me from celebrating this day like everyone else.

Love is what the day is all about. SOOO who are you loving? You have family, friends, some of you have kids, just love them. I took this V-Day and spent it with my best girl friends. We had chocolate fondu, no matter who you are you have to have some form of chocolate on V-DAy (unless you are allergic). And we watched a movie together. It was great, I got to spend the day with the people I love.

So next V-day, if you are single (which isn't as bad as everyone makes it out to be) spend the day with the people you love. It's worth the effort. Hey it beats being bitter and alone on that day!

This One's For You My "Drifter" Friend!

2006-02-12T23:03:00.000-05:00

So I try my best to keep up to date on my friends blogs and web pages. My good friend Danny Rowsell always has something good to share. Here is what I got from him. It is a copy of Bono, U2's lead man's speech given at the Prayer Breakfast in Washington. It is rather long but worth the read.

Thanks Danny for staying up to date and "knowing" all the things I probably wouldn't take note of!

Thank you.
Mr. President, First Lady, King Abdullah, Other heads of State, Members of Congress, distinguished guests…
Please join me in praying that I don’t say something we’ll all regret.
That was for the FCC.
If you’re wondering what I’m doing here, at a prayer breakfast, well, so am I. I’m certainly not here as a man of the cloth, unless that cloth is leather. It’s certainly not because I’m a rock star. Which leaves one possible explanation: I’m here because I’ve got a messianic complex.
Yes, it’s true. And for anyone who knows me, it’s hardly a revelation.
Well, I’m the first to admit that there’s something unnatural… something unseemly… about rock stars mounting the pulpit and preaching at presidents, and then disappearing to their villas in the South of France. Talk about a fish out of water. It was weird enough when Jesse Helms showed up at a U2 concert… but this is really weird, isn’t it?
You know, one of the things I love about this country is its separation of church and state. Although I have to say: in inviting me here, both church and state have been separated from something else completely: their mind. .
Mr. President, are you sure about this?
It’s very humbling and I will try to keep my homily brief. But be warned—I’m Irish.
I’d like to talk about the laws of man, here in this city where those laws are written. And I’d like to talk about higher laws. It would be great to assume that the one serves the other; that the laws of man serve these higher laws… but of course, they don’t always. And I presume that, in a sense, is why you’re here.
I presume the reason for this gathering is that all of us here—Muslims, Jews, Christians—all are searching our souls for how to better serve our family, our community, our nation, our God.
I know I am. Searching, I mean. And that, I suppose, is what led me here, too.
Yes, it’s odd, having a rock star here—but maybe it’s odder for me than for you. You see, I avoided religious people most of my life. Maybe it had something to do with having a father who was Protestant and a mother who was Catholic in a country where the line between the two was, quite literally, a battle line. Where the line between church and state was… well, a little blurry, and hard to see.
I remember how my mother would bring us to chapel on Sundays… and my father used to wait outside. One of the things that I picked up from my father and my mother was the sense that religion often gets in the way of God.
For me, at least, it got in the way. Seeing what religious people, in the name of God, did to my native land… and in this country, seeing God’s second-hand car salesmen on the cable TV channels, offering indulgences for cash… in fact, all over the world, seeing the self-righteousness roll down like a mighty stream from certain corners of the religious establishment…
I must confess, I changed the channel. I wanted my MTV.
Even though I was a believer.
Perhaps because I was a believer.
I was cynical… not about God, but about God’s politics. (There you are, Jim.)
Then, in 1997, a couple of eccentric, septuagenarian British Christians went and ruined my shtick—my reproachfulness. They did it by describing the Millennium, the year 2000, as a Jubilee year, as an opportunity to cancel the chronic debts of the world’s poorest people. They had the audacity to renew the Lord’s call—and were joined by Pope John Paul II, who, from an Irish half-Catholic’s point of view, may have had a more direct line to the Almighty.
‘Jubilee’—why ‘Jubilee’?
What was this year of Jubilee, this year of our Lords favor?
I’d always read the Scriptures, even the obscure stuff. There it was in Leviticus (25:35)…
‘If your brother becomes poor,’ the Scriptures say, ‘and cannot maintain himself… you shall maintain him… You shall not lend him your money at interest, not give him your food for profit.’
It is such an important idea, Jubilee, that Jesus begins his ministry with this. Jesus is a young man, he’s met with the rabbis, impressed everyone, people are talking. The elders say, he’s a clever guy, this Jesus, but he hasn’t done much… yet. He hasn’t spoken in public before…
When he does, is first words are from Isaiah: ‘The Spirit of the Lord is upon me,’ he says, ‘because He has anointed me to preach good news to the poor.’ And Jesus proclaims the year of the Lord’s favour, the year of Jubilee. (Luke 4:18)
What he was really talking about was an era of grace—and we’re still in it.
So fast-forward 2,000 years. That same thought, grace, was made incarnate—in a movement of all kinds of people. It wasn’t a bless-me club… it wasn’t a holy huddle. These religious guys were willing to get out in the streets, get their boots dirty, wave the placards, follow their convictions with actions… making it really hard for people like me to keep their distance. It was amazing. I almost started to like these church people.
But then my cynicism got another helping hand.
It was what Colin Powell, a five-star general, called the greatest W.M.D. of them all: a tiny little virus called A.I.D.S. And the religious community, in large part, missed it. The one’s that didn’t miss it could only see it as divine retribution for bad behaviour. Even on children… Even fastest growing group of HIV infections were married, faithful women.
Aha, there they go again! I thought to myself Judgmentalism is back!
But in truth, I was wrong again. The church was slow but the church got busy on this the leprosy of our age.
Love was on the move.
Mercy was on the move.
God was on the move.
Moving people of all kinds to work with others they had never met, never would have cared to meet… Conservative church groups hanging out with spokesmen for the gay community, all singing off the same hymn sheet on AIDS… Soccer moms and quarterbacks… hip-hop stars and country stars… This is what happens when God gets on the move: crazy stuff happens!
Popes were seen wearing sunglasses!
Jesse Helms was seen with a ghetto blaster!
Crazy stuff. Evidence of the spirit.
It was breathtaking. Literally. It stopped the world in its tracks.
When churches started demonstrating on debt, governments listened—and acted. When churches starting organising, petitioning, and even—that most unholy of acts today, God forbid, lobbying… on AIDS and global health, governments listened—and acted.
I’m here today in all humility to say: you changed minds; you changed policy; you changed the world.
Look, whatever thoughts you have about God, who He is or if He exists, most will agree that if there is a God, He has a special place for the poor. In fact, the poor are where God lives.
Check Judaism. Check Islam. Check pretty much anyone.
I mean, God may well be with us in our mansions on the hill… I hope so. He may well be with us as in all manner of controversial stuff… maybe, maybe not… But the one thing we can all agree, all faiths and ideologies, is that God is with the vulnerable and poor.
God is in the slums, in the cardboard boxes where the poor play house… God is in the silence of a mother who has infected her child with a virus that will end both their lives… God is in the cries heard under the rubble of war… God is in the debris of wasted opportunity and lives, and God is with us if we are with them. “If you remove the yolk from your midst, the pointing of the finger and speaking wickedness, and if you give yourself to the hungry and satisfy the desire of the afflicted, then your light will rise in darkness and your gloom with become like midday and the Lord will continually guide you and satisfy your desire in scorched places”
It’s not a coincidence that in the Scriptures, poverty is mentioned more than 2,100 times. It’s not an accident. That’s a lot of air time, 2,100 mentions. [You know, the only time Christ is judgmental is on the subject of the poor.] ‘As you have done it unto the least of these my brethren, you have done it unto me.’ (Matthew 25:40). As I say, good news to the poor.
Here’s some good news for the President. After 9-11 we were told America would have no time for the World’s poor. America would be taken up with its own problems of safety. And it’s true these are dangerous times, but America has not drawn the blinds and double-locked the doors.
In fact, you have double aid to Africa. You have tripled funding for global health. Mr. President, your emergency plan for AIDS relief and support for the Global Fund—you and Congress—have put 700,000 people onto life-saving anti-retroviral drugs and provided 8 million bed nets to protect children from malaria.
Outstanding human achievements. Counterintuitive. Historic. Be very, very proud.
But here’s the bad news. From charity to justice, the good news is yet to come. There’s is much more to do. There’s a gigantic chasm between the scale of the emergency and the scale of the response.
And finally, it’s not about charity after all, is it? It’s about justice.
Let me repeat that: It’s not about charity, it’s about justice.
And that’s too bad.
Because you’re good at charity. Americans, like the Irish, are good at it. We like to give, and we give a lot, even those who can’t afford it.
But justice is a higher standard. Africa makes a fool of our idea of justice; it makes a farce of our idea of equality. It mocks our pieties, it doubts our concern, it questions our commitment.
6,500 Africans are still dying every day of a preventable, treatable disease, for lack of drugs we can buy at any drug store. This is not about charity, this is about Justice and Equality.
Because there's no way we can look at what’s happening in Africa and, if we're honest, conclude that deep down, we really accept that Africans are equal to us. Anywhere else in the world, we wouldn’t accept it. Look at what happened in South East Asia with the Tsunami. 150, 000 lives lost to that misnomer of all misnomers, “mother nature”. In Africa, 150,000 lives are lost every month. A tsunami every month. And it’s a completely avoidable catastrophe.
It’s annoying but justice and equality are mates. Aren’t they? Justice always wants to hang out with equality. And equality is a real pain.
You know, think of those Jewish sheep-herders going to meet the Pharaoh, mud on their shoes, and the Pharaoh says, “Equal?” A preposterous idea: rich and poor are equal? And they say, “Yeah, ‘equal,’ that’s what it says here in this book. We’re all made in the image of God.”
And eventually the Pharaoh says, “OK, I can accept that. I can accept the Jews—but not the blacks.”
“Not the women. Not the gays. Not the Irish. No way, man.”
So on we go with our journey of equality.
On we go in the pursuit of justice.
We hear that call in the ONE Campaign, a growing movement of more than two million Americans… left and right together… united in the belief that where you live should no longer determine whether you live.
We hear that call even more powerfully today, as we mourn the loss of Coretta Scott King—mother of a movement for equality, one that changed the world but is only just getting started. These issues are as alive as they ever were; they just change shape and cross the seas.
Preventing the poorest of the poor from selling their products while we sing the virtues of the free market… that’s a justice issue. Holding children to ransom for the debts of their grandparents… That’s a justice issue. Withholding life-saving medicines out of deference to the Office of Patents… that’s a justice issue.
And while the law is what we say it is, God is not silent on the subject.
That’s why I say there’s the law of the land… and then there is a higher standard. There’s the law of the land, and we can hire experts to write them so they benefit us, so the laws say it’s OK to protect our agriculture but it’s not OK for African farmers to do the same, to earn a living?
As the laws of man are written, that’s what they say.
God will not accept that.
Mine won’t, at least. Will yours?
[pause]
I close this morning on … very… thin… ice.
This is a dangerous idea I’ve put on the table: my God vs. your God, their God vs. our God… vs. no God. It is very easy, in these times, to see religion as a force for division rather than unity.
And this is a town—Washington—that knows something of division.
But the reason I am here, and the reason I keep coming back to Washington, is because this is a town that is proving it can come together on behalf of what the Scriptures call the least of these.
This is not a Republican idea. It is not a Democratic idea. It is not even, with all due respect, an American idea. Nor it is unique to any one faith.
Do to others as you would have them do to you.’ (Luke 6:30) Jesus says that.
‘Righteousness is this: that one should… give away wealth out of love for Him to the near of kin and the orphans and the needy and the wayfarer and the beggars and for the emancipation of the captives.’ The Koran says that. (2.177)
Thus sayeth the Lord: ‘Bring the homeless poor into the house, when you see the naked, cover him, then your light will break out like the dawn and your recovery will speedily spring fourth, then your Lord will be your rear guard.’ The jewish scripture says that. Isaiah 58 again.
That is a powerful incentive: ‘The Lord will watch your back.’ Sounds like a good deal to me, right now.
A number of years ago, I met a wise man who changed my life. In countless ways, large and small, I was always seeking the Lord’s blessing. I was saying, you know, I have a new song, look after it… I have a family, please look after them… I have this crazy idea…
And this wise man said: stop.
He said, stop asking God to bless what you’re doing.
Get involved in what God is doing—because it’s already blessed.
Well, God, as I said, is with the poor. That, I believe, is what God is doing.
And that is what He’s calling us to do.
I was amazed when I first got to this country and I learned how much some churchgoers tithe. Up to ten percent of the family budget. Well, how does that compare the federal budget, the budget for the entire American family? How much of that goes to the poorest people in the world? Less than one percent.
Mr. President, Congress, people of faith, people of America:
I want to suggest to you today that you see the flow of effective foreign assistance as tithing…. Which, to be truly meaningful, will mean an additional one percent of the federal budget tithed to the poor.
What is one percent?
One percent is not merely a number on a balance sheet.
One percent is the girl in Africa who gets to go to school, thanks to you. One percent is the AIDS patient who gets her medicine, thanks to you. One percent is the African entrepreneur who can start a small family business thanks to you. One percent is not redecorating presidential palaces or money flowing down a rat hole. This one percent is digging waterholes to provide clean water.
One percent is a new partnership with Africa, not paternalism towards Africa, where increased assistance flows toward improved governance and initiatives with proven track records and away from boondoggles and white elephants of every description.
America gives less than one percent now. Were asking for an extra one percent to change the world. to transform millions of lives—but not just that and I say this to the military men now – to transform the way that they see us.
One percent is national security, enlightened economic self interest, and a better safer world rolled into one. Sounds to me that in this town of deals and compromises, one percent is the best bargain around.
These goals—clean water for all; school for every child; medicine for the afflicted, an end to extreme and senseless poverty—these are not just any goals; they are the Millennium Development goals, which this country supports. And they are more than that. They are the Beatitudes for a Globalised World.
Now, I’m very lucky. I don’t have to sit on any budget committees. And I certainly don’t have to sit where you do, Mr. President. I don’t have to make the tough choices.
But I can tell you this:
To give one percent more is right. It’s smart. And it’s blessed.
There is a continent—Africa—being consumed by flames.
I truly believe that when the history books are written, our age will be remembered for three things: the war on terror, the digital revolution, and what we did—or did not do—to put the fire out in Africa.
History, like God, is watching what we do.
Thank you. Thank you, America, and God bless you all.

Forgotten

2006-01-26T11:58:00.000-05:00

I'm still recovering from my all around crappy day yesterday. To start off my alarm clock didn't go off, so I slept in an extra hour! I get to the church, go down to the distance Ed room and start my day of work. Well that's where it all went wrong, you see yesterday was GREEK DAY. Let me just say anything I learned last week went in my right ear and out my left. It took me from 12 till 4:30 to do my homework. I'm talking about translating the one verse, doing a grammatical diagramming, and syntax (which is where you take the list of words given to you and say what Case, tense or mood it's in). 4 1/2 hours and my mood was forever changed to unimpressed!

Also with it being Wednesday I have Alpha kids dinner at 6 and nursery duty from 7-8:30. So 6 o'clock comes rolling along and I am in the gym with 17 kids and just ME. No one was there to help me like their was suppose to be. So I somehow had to manage to serve 17 kids their dinner, make sure they ate it (not to mention cut up meat for some of the the younger kids) and keep them all in the gym for an hour. This wouldn't be so hard if the room where all the gym equipment wasn't locked! 7:00 pm comes rolling around and because I have been running around like a mad man for that hour I didn't get to eat anything. Usually I have time to sit and eat with the kids. But not this time, there wasn't even food left over for me to take home and eat.

So moving on, I go upstairs to the nursery, which wasn't so bad. There was a young girl their to help me so she looked after one little girl while I gave my attention to Nathaniel. Minus having my hair pulled and chewed it was a great hour and a half. So 8:45 comes on by and the parents come for their kids and by 9 I am down stairs waiting for my ride.

Pastor Dorothy, who runs the Alpha program gives me a ride home all the time because she don't like me going home on the bus late at night, which is great, except for last night. I'm waiting for about 30 minutes and there is no P. Diddy (that's what we call her). So I go and find her and she tells me she will be just be another few minutes. So I go back to the lobby, 10 comes rolling around, no P.Diddy, 10:30 still no sign of her. FINALLY our children pastor, Shelly, comes out and tells me to get my things and she will take me home. Dorothy forgot all about me!! She was in her office on the phone with different people. How can you forget that someone is waiting on you?? Maybe it's her old age, or it could be that she is just being Pastor Dorothy. So after two hours of waiting I get home at 11 pm, make myself something quick to eat go online for about 20 minutes, go to bed and by the time I'm in bed it's 1 am.

So today, I have decided to do "jack all" I don't have any school work to do so I'm vegging out and I am going to my new "home" for the weekend. So maybe all of that will help improve my desolate mood.

And It's Down To Me

2006-01-24T23:19:00.000-05:00

It is Currently 11:21 pm and I should be in bed all snug and warm, however I am not! Tonight I am all alone in my apartment, no one else but me. Sure it's nice having a place to myself but it is also nice having someone around. Anyhow that's not the reason I'm up. Really I'm a big girl and I can fall asleep alone :)

Tomorrow is the day I dread all week, every week. It is the longest day in history for me. That's right it is yet again Alpha supper night. Oh and what's that? You GOT IT, I'm with kids from 6-10. Alpha, Nursery duty and babysitting all in one night.

Not only that but tonight I have to do Alpha and the nursery all by myslef. How is that going to even physically happen!! The last time I came home covered in baby snot, although the fact that Nathaniel is crawling and pulling himself up is so cute. The last time I saw him, which was a month ago all he did was sit in your arms and cry. Now he crawls, stands, and sits on the floor and cries. (haha) oh to be 9 months old and the only thing that upsets you is to see your mommy leave you for two hours. Wish I could say the same.

So the question is, will I come out of this alive? And the bigger question....will I finish my Greek Homework that's due tomorrow at 11 pm?? DaDuDa (insert suspense music)....toon in next time to see....

It's All Greek To Me

2006-01-23T14:10:00.000-05:00

I'm about to loose my mind!!! Ok so right now I'm suppose to be doing my Greek homework for LAST WEEK. I don't have a flippin clue as to what I'm doing!

Why do they make it a "requirement" to do Greek Exegesis in order get my Bachelor's! WHY!!

I don't know what Semantic diagramming is. I could probally barely do it in English, my native language, let alone ancient Greek!

I've got 6 books in front of me at the moment and none of them are helping me! Translating Greek to English I can do, No problem! But Syntax? Semantics? I don't even know what those words MEAN let alone accomplish the task behind them!

5 o'clock I can not wait for you to come so I can be done with this!

Why is it always me?

2006-01-21T14:40:00.000-05:00

Ever have one of those moments, days, weeks, months, where you find yourself asking "why me?" Thats how I feel at this very moment. I find myself asking, why is it me that everyone finds to talk with. Why am I always the one giving advice, being stuck in the middle of a situations? Is there no one else to talk too?

Maybe my calling is counselling, with all the experience I have I'd be quite good at it (hahaha). I'm told that I am easy to talk to, I suppose I should take it as a complement yet I can't. I feel like I'm being taken advantage of, my good natured heart is being walked all over. Most likely it's becasue I can't say no to anyone who wants help, so I guess to some extent it's my fault.

So at this very moment all is hearing that Dawn Davis is on a shut down. No more taking all my time and enegry for everyone else. So of you got a problem figure it out! I've got my own to deal with right now.

ahhh that felt good, now I must get back to cleaning and listening to some toons.

Evil Mattress City

2006-01-19T10:41:00.000-05:00

First I have to say that I'm really liking this blog thing. It's neat but I still have to get my head wrapped around it.

So the past two nights have been long and agitating. After having my welcome home party with all my friends I go into my room to sleep on my temporary mattress. I left it in perfect condition, no holes and perfectly inflated. Placing my right foot on it I discover that it has deflated. So naturally I think it just happened over the past month of me not being there. I retrieve the air pump (that is as loud as a leaf blower by the way) and bring my mattress back to it's normal size. I get ready for bed and by 1 AM I'm all warm and comfy in my bed. 3:30 comes rolling along and I wake up on the hard floor that is my bedroom, coming to the realization that my mattress indeed has a hole in it!

So last night I slept on my parents mattress that they left here from their last adventure here. So once again I set up the mattress get in bed and it is once again 1 AM. About 20 minutes later I wake up on the floor, freaking out and hitting the mattress when I discover the cover for one of the air holes in the mattress has come off. So once again I have to get out the air pump and inflate the mattress.

Needless to say I cannot wait for my parents to bring me my bed. Only a couple more days and I'll have no more pains and frustrations.

A Busy Bee

2006-01-18T14:52:00.000-05:00

Ok, so I have been back for one day and I'm already going around like a mad man.

I get to the church today, go down to the roots room where I do my schooling and I'm informed that I am here to stay till 9:30, and well with the way things go here 10:00 pm. Have to stay true to the ol' Pentecostal way, start late and end even later.

Anyhow here at my church I'm in charge of "looking after" the alpha supper for kids. Let me tell you it isn't a fun job when you have like 15-20 kids at your throat for food and than getting them to all sit and their seats to eat, oh the tales I have :) But some of them are just so darn cute, which makesthe night worth it.

Than after all that I have Jump Club nursery duty! Now that is going to be a fine kettle of fish. Last semester I had a baby who was going through separation anxioty and woah let me tell you it was no pretty site to see. So I guess I'll have to see what is in store for me tonight.

the trendsetter

2006-01-16T20:29:00.000-05:00

I am Dawn Davis
sister of the roaring mouse
who rooms with missy "insighter" mowbray.

I am offically starting a blog...January 16th, 2006.

I will recruit my friends to this world of blogging!