What do you do with a free day all to yourself? I got home from work around 7 am, all tired out.
Here's what I wanted to do -- jump into bed and pull the blankets around my neck and stay there until late afternoon, then get up and watch TV and eat cereal in my jammies.
Here's what I did -- ate breakfast, took Jamie to work, wrote a letter, checked my email, rinsed some dishes, started the laundry, started addressing Christmas cards, played with the cat, showered, went to the gym and ran on a treadmill for 45 minutes, showered again, volunteered at the retirement home for 2 hours, and did a little Christmas shopping. Next, I am headed to my in-laws for dinner, and then off to work again at 9 pm.
End result -- yup, I'm a little bit tired. But I have this great sense of accomplishment that I would never have had from sleeping the day away. So, for that, I am PROUD of myself.
P.S. I think it helped that the weather was absolutely beautiful today, almost 60 degrees. I will credit the weather with my productive day. Besides, I can always crash tomorrow. :)
Saturday, November 25, 2006
What do you do with a free day all to yourself? I got home from work around 7 am, all tired out.
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
I attend Brampton International Baptist Church.
I am married, but I don't have any kids.
My "kid" for now is my kitty Spencer.
I was born and raised in Pennsylvania, and I LOVE it there!!
I currently live in Ontario, Canada.
I met my husband at Pensacola Christian College in Florida.
I would love to travel to Europe or Australia.
I have three brothers and one sister.
I have eight sisters-in-law and six brothers-in-law.
I know how to play the piano.
I have never taken piano lessons.
I am obsessed with Tim Horton's iced cappuccinos.
I love flip flops and would rather freeze my toes off than put on socks and shoes.
I know how to type, with all the right fingers, too.
I love to bake, but I really don't like to cook.
I have the best parents anyone could ever want.
I am a registered nurse.
I wear a size eight in sneakers, but usually eight and a half in regular shoes.
I went to school in Florida for four years.
I was homeschooled for kindergarten.
My oldest brother is a missionary in South Korea.
I am left-handed.
I am one of the biggest New York Yankees fans in the world.
I have six nieces and one nephew on the way.
I think Brett Favre is the greatest quarterback to ever play the game of football.
I have glasses, but I rarely wear them.
My hair is finally its natural color and hopefully will stay that way.
I used to hate roller coasters, but now that is the only reason I will go to an amusement park.
I lived with my grandmother for almost two years.
I graduated from high school with a 4.0 average.
I got my ears pierced when I was 11.
I got them pierced again when I was 18.
I love working with elderly people.
I have two jobs and I volunteer at a retirement home.
I think hunting as a general rule is wrong.
However, I still eat meat........but I will not touch deer meat.
I was once in the halftime show of a hockey game when I was 11 or 12.
Red and pink are my most favorite colors to wear.
I have a very average IQ.
I skipped seventh grade.
I love NFL football, and I cannot go a week during the season without watching it.
My favorite cartoon is Spongebob Squarepants........watch it, you will laugh.
I like iced tea, but not Nestea or Lipton. It has to be something like Arizona or Snapple.
I think staplers are one of the coolest inventions on earth.
I love doing any kind of word games or puzzles.
I have the best family, biological and in-laws.
No one can make me laugh as hard as my brothers.
I like to bowl, even though I am not very good at it.
I love toques, they cover up bad hair days.
I wrote a letter to Santa Claus last year.
Santa Claus wrote me back last year.
I hate baths, but I could take an hour-long shower.
I sometimes get sick off the ice cream at Dairy Queen.
This, however, does not stop me from buying ice cream at Dairy Queen.
I could watch I Love Lucy reruns all day.
I got engaged on the day that my sister got married.
This is only a start.
Watch for randomness about ME, part two.
Thursday, November 16, 2006
hey there, boys and girls.......just some updates.
1. I got my second job!! I start on the 20th. And I actually got the shift I wanted.
2. Spencer is getting spayed on the 27th.........she doesn't know yet. :)
3. James finally got his first paycheck from the OPP.......after what, almost a month? I don't know what they thought we were living on.
4. We set up our Christmas tree on the 14th!!! It looks so pretty!!!! Pictures to follow.
5. We joined a gym yesterday.........Jamie, so he can be in good shape for the OPP, and me, so I can get rid of my tummy and jiggly thighs. We'll see how this works out (no pun intended).
6. I talked to my sister the other day, and she is having a..........oh wait, why should I tell you? Okay, never mind, it's a BOY!!!!! After six nieces, I will finally have a nephew!
7. I have a good job this week. I am staying overnight at a lady's house, just to keep an eye on her. She sleeps mostly, so I can do anything else I want. Her daughter keeps me well supplied with lots of food, soda, blankets, pillows, magazines, puzzle books, etc. It's pretty sweet. And I'm even getting paid for it. :)
8. Okay, I guess that's about it. What's not to love about life? :)
Saturday, November 11, 2006
I just wanted to tell all you people who live in the USA how very lucky you are. I used to be one of these lucky people, so I should know.
Anyways, you might wonder, why are you so lucky?
The answer is really quite simple -- you can buy butter and margarine in sticks! That is a luxury I have yet to find here in Canada. My mom brought me a bunch last time she visited, and that was my favorite present! Up here, they sell it in big chunks, equivalent to about four sticks of butter. Yuck, it's so annoying to have to saw through that gooey mass to get 1/4 cup or 1/2 cup or whatever. Yup, people who can buy it in sticks and not think twice about it are lucky.
Crazy the things that make me happy. :)
Well, I finally got so sick of our old flat bed pillows that don't have an ounce of stuffing left in them. I would try to fluff them every night before bed, but alas, there was nothing to fluff. I would wake up with a sore neck b/c of them. I would wake up 4-5 times in the night b/c of them. Soooooooo, I finally got rid of them and got new ones!!! Yay!!
Anyways, the question I wanted answered was.......do new pillows make you dream weird things? :) It seems every night since we have had them, I have dreamed something totally strange and irrational and not even really nice. First, I dreamed that Jamie died (horrible!). The next night, I dreamed that my dad died (also horrible!). The next night, I dreamed that Jamie wanted to marry someone else (!!!!!!!!). And let me tell you, these were quite in-depth and vivid dreams, too, that lasted the whole night through.
So, is it the pillows that caused it? Or something else? My theory is that the pillows are making me have much better sleep, therefore I sleep through the entire night, therefore I go through the REM cycle (the deepest part of sleep when you dream), therefore I can remember the dreams? I don't know, but it's wild. Although I'm not complaining about getting extra good rest.
Well, that's all for now. I have a cat sitting on my keyboard who wants to be fed. :)
Monday, November 6, 2006
Let me just start off by saying that I LOVE my church. It is a missionary plant, started just over five years ago here in Brampton, Ontario. The pastor and his wife are missionaries from the States......that makes me feel right at home. :) It is a little church in a very hardened area, but we are seeing tremendous growth, and both my husband and I feel blessed to be a part of this work while we are living in this area. Our pastor is an amazing speaker, and I can always get something out of his messages. But I just love it when I go to church, and the message seems to be directed at me, preached with me directly in mind. Not that anyone actually "likes" being reproved or having sin pointed out in their life, but I love how God knows exactly what we need and never fails to give it to us.
To the real point........
Last night, our pastor preached a message about sin in the life of the Christian. He made sooooo many good points, so I will attempt to list a few here. First off, I think the first words out of his mouth were "Sin is INCOMPATIBLE in the life of a Christian." Period. There are absolutely no exceptions. Not even that show I watch on TV that I know I probably shouldn't. Not that little not-so-bad word I let slip when I'm driving and someone cuts in front of me. Not the anger I hold in my heart toward someone. When you think about the fact that any and all sin is the work of the devil himself, why is that something I would want to be involved in, no matter how "little" it may seem to me?
Sin is out-and-out breaking God's law. God says do something, and I don't; or He says don't do something, and I do it anyways. I don't mean to say that Christians will never sin, b/c we obviously know that's not true. Sin is inevitable, but it is also avoidable! Our pastor said something simple, yet very profound -- "WE DON'T HAVE TO SIN AS MUCH AS WE DO!" I think sometimes I get in this rut and say, "oh well, everyone sins." Yes, everyone does sin, but shouldn't I make a practice of AVOIDING sin instead of making excuses for it? Is my desire (my sin) more important than Christ my Saviour? I should hope not.
One of the last things I wanted to mention that really made me think didn't have to do with sin directly, but it pricked at my heart. On Wednesdays at church, we are studying different religions of the world and what they believe and so on and so forth. One dominant theme of many of the religions is that these people make their gods their life. They are so dedicated.....they pray constantly, they would even be willing to die for their gods in some instances. Then I look at my heart. Is my God my LIFE, or am I guilty of making Him just a part of my life? Is He something I just throw in when it's convenient for me? Our relationship should just be so natural that I don't have to sit and think about where I can fit Him in.........it should be the other things in my life that I am fitting in!
Wow, so many things from one message to think and pray about. Just thought I'd share them in case you might get something out of it too. :)
Thursday, November 2, 2006
Well, yesterday was a very interesting day. I got a letter a couple of weeks ago that said I needed to appear at Immigration Canada on November 1 at 1:00 pm with my husband. Now let me just explain that up until this point, we have been filing paperwork and dishing out $$$ nonstop for them........this whole process started about a year ago. They want so many things........fingerprints from the United States AND the state of PA (what's the difference, who knows?), criminal records checks from the United States, PA, and Canada, results of a physical I had done here in Canada, results of a chest X-ray and bloodwork from here in Canada, tons and tons of little passport photos (I think we counted they wanted 12), a very thick application packet, etc etc etc. They wanted to know when we met, how long we had known each other, where was the wedding, when was the wedding, when did you meet each other's families, and they also wanted pictures of dates we had been on as well as pictures of the wedding! Yeah, I know it sounds crazy, but I guess a lot of people marry out of convenience just to be able to immigrate to Canada........being the proud American that I am, I don't think I would ever do that..........
Anyhow, we get there for our 1 pm appointment, and discover that there are roughly 50-60 other people also there with a 1 pm appointment. Let me just insert here that we, as white people, were definitely in the minority here. Kind of a strange and not-so-nice feeling. Maybe I should think about that the next time I think about judging someone b/c they may be a minority. Back on subject -- a little before 1:00, a lady got up and herded us (like cattle seriously) into another classroom-like room. Then she announced that there were 4 officers who would be conducting the interviews, and our names would be called RANDOMLY. I was like, oh great, we'll be here all day. Just as that thought entered my head, the lady stood up and began calling names, and she called MY NAME first. Woohoo for us......don't know exactly how that worked b/c my last name comes very close to the end of the alphabet, but we weren't asking any questions!!!
As for the interview part itself, that was really a breeze. They asked me a couple of questions such as do I have any children back in the States, have I ever received social assistance from the government, and have I had any trouble with the police since I have moved to Canada. I almost laughed and said, well, my husband here is a cop, and I'm always in trouble with him..........but didn't............lol. They said, okay, great, sign here and here and here and here and welcome to Canada! Then they made sure to inform my husband that did he realize that this was a three year sponsorship agreement, meaning he has to take care of me and provide for me for at least three years or I will be deported. It seems sad that they have to clarify things like that.......it's a harsh reality that people don't take their marriage vows seriously anymore, but thankfully, we intend to stay married a lot longer than three years, til death do us part!!
Anyhow, I am now a permanent resident of Canada. If I so desire, I can apply to become a citizen in three years, but I do not think that will happen. America is where my heart is (countrywise anyways..........my heart truly belongs to God first and then my husband). But for now, here I am in Canada, b/c that's where Jamie is. Why would I want to be anywhere else?
BTW, yes, I do know all the words to the Canadian national anthem O Canada. That is more than I can say for a lot of Canadians.