Thtickies!

One of my co-workers just came in to submit her availability and she brought her three year old son with her. I was eating a Caramilk bar as they arrived and to give her a chance to do her paperwork I offered her little boy a hefty chunk of chocolate and invited him to come sit at the table with me. At first he was a little shy but when he took a bite of his new chocolate and found " Thtickies!" inside he was sold. I had given him four squares and he didn't believe me when I told him that there were "Stickies" inside each one. With each new square he would take a bite and exclaim in amazement as the caramel stringed from his little mouth to the chocolate still left in his hand. Wow we made a mess! I shall never look at a Caramilk bar the same way again.

Such a Fillyjonk

Note to self: Stop cleaning!

Life, God and Growing up

In the last twelve months much has changed and I have come up against a whole new variety of challenges. Out of which came a great deal of confusion. In the end I have realized that this is it, this is life, quit waiting for "it" to happen. Nothing will get done unless I grab it by the throat and make it happen.

I am also giving allot of thought to my position on God and all matters related. I am not sure what has sparked my interest in this, I think it was a combination of now being an "Adult", having four people die on me, the resources to really research it, a great sparing partner, and way too much time on my hands. For the majority of my life I haven't given this area too much ponder time, when I did my thoughts on the matter were: Yes there is a God and He loves us, but once we die that's it, your light goes out and you mentally and spiritually no longer exist. I have since decided that this is not so... problem is, I no longer know what I think. So, homework time.

No matter what I am trying to get through it always comes back to doing your homework.

Growing up. Wow, I don't think I am even half way through. I feel like a six year old who does laundry and has a job instead of playing and going to school. Sometimes I don't feel old enough to be making some of the decisions that I do. I hope that doesn't change as it keeps me humble, a little cautious and quite willing to do my homework.

Through the challenges and confusion though, comes the satisfaction of being a young, independent female who loves her family and friends and has a wonderful life.

I am happy.

It is very late (early?) and I must sleep.
G'nite.

Interviews

My good friend is off to Halifax for the first of four med school interviews!

Good Luck Ralf!

Home

I love coming home. It reminds me that there are others out there that are just as psycho as myself. When you get five of us in the same room all sanity flees and the most wonderful conversations are born. Topics that are not normally spoken of are explored, and most talks end with:
"What drugs are you on? - Share with sugar bear!"
or
"Are we really related? Mom? Can you prove that?"

Oh dear.

A Touching Story

A picture is said to be worth a thousand words, but a touch is worth a million. You can say so much through a hug, a touch to the hair, hand, rubbing their back. Things that sound ridiculous when voiced make sense when communicated through touch.

Here's one for ya

So, a baby seal walks into a club...

My Job

I love my job. Even when I am bored out of my mind, that's just part of it. Really how can I complain when I get paid to learn how to play guitar, sleep, read my book, watch psychedelic screen savers, think wild and crazy thoughts, post those thoughts on my Blog, drive Ralf nuts... the list goes on. Then, when I forget that I am actually sitting here for a reason, the phone rings, the pager goes off, I get a wonderful yet fleeting jolt of adrenalin and the real part of my job starts. The part that I love the most if I may be redundant. Hell, I could be sitting at a pool yelling at other peoples demon offspring. ( No offence to Lifeguards who like their jobs. It's just not for me.)

Stars

What is it about them that fascinates me so? They're gorgeous, I love the way they sparkle. Hummm!

February

February sucks. I end up feeling blah for the stupid month. I am all lonely and I am pouting. Humph.

As a Rule

Mats are not allowed to be transported until the contractions are at least 10 minutes apart. One of these days our luck will just run out and we will have a baby on the bloody plane.

Wisdom in Friendship

Friends (in this group I include my family) are wonderful things. They are able to look into your life and point out the obvious things that you cannot see initially and cannot figure out how you missed once they are pointed out.