Thursday, July 31, 2008

Meeting at the shack

"We live in a world where ‘normal’ does not truly exist except as an idea or concept. For each of us, where and how we grew up plays a foundational role in our sense of ‘normal’, and only when we begin to experience the ‘bigness and diversity’ of the world are we tempted to evaluate our roots. I thought the way I grew up was ‘normal’ but I think most would probably agree that my history and journey have been a bit unusual." - William Young, author of The Shack

I have been reading a book called The Shack, and so far have loved it and the way it is making me think about Gods love and his relationship with me, with us. I just Googled the book to see what would come up about it, (things I do to keep myself occupied at work when the phone isn't ringing) and this was a quote I found from the author in talking about his personal journey. I love it, it echoes some of the thoughts and feelings I have had, and have, about this big world we live in and my journey in it. I am thankful for talented writers and authors that can put my thoughts and feelings into words more eloquently then I can. It helps me communicate at times like this when I feel at a loss of words or pictures or any sort of communication skill. When I lack the ability to sort through my web of thoughts and come up with something coherent to share.

So that's just a little bit of sharing (via William Young), something to think about, and if you want more, I recommend reading The Shack.

Thursday, July 24, 2008


My Mom loves to garden. I on the other hand am a disaster when it comes to gardening. I managed to kill a fern I had at university, several times over. I bought a fern (well my Mom bought it for me for my dorm room) because it is apparently a more durable plant so would withstand Every holiday that I went home I would give it to a friend to look after, and when I came back it looked much happier, so eventually I just gave it to her, she called it Vern the Fern.

After we were married, and living in our little apartment in Modesto, I would occupy myself most days by wondering down to the nearest Starbucks and grocery store. One day I purchased a potted rose plant. Looked ever so pretty on our table, for like a week. Then it started to droop. In a desperate attempt to save it, I researched online a bit and then placed it in our bedroom window so that it could lap up some sunlight. It looked happier, and much to my delight even got a new bud on it. I am proud to say it came with us when we lived at Josh's parents house. It sat in the kitchen garden window and was ever so happy. I forgot about it mostly, it was Mary that loved and cared for it. Then it moved to the cottage, and it was downhill from there, not even sitting in my window cheered it up. So eventually one day I decided to give up and retire it to the garbage. On the way to the bin my wonderful landlady, Kristy, stopped me and rescued it from my defeated clutches......she is an amazing gardener, her yard always looks so lovely. My little rose plant is now sitting happy and healthy on her porch, I dare not ask for it back due to the implications it might have on its life.

So why am I writing all this.....Well Josh is not the biggest flower buyer, which is OK, makes it even more extra special when he does buy me flowers. But recently he has bought me a couple of potted flowers, (well one he bought, the other he was given and then came to work and gave it to me ). I got a Calla lily (my favorite), which we planted in Kristy's garden. And a Gerbra daisy (so happy), which brings me to the point of this blog. Please see photo above....Its blooming!!! Two big beautiful red blooms. I am so excited. It makes me happy every time I walk out my door. However I can't take all the credit as I left it with Kristy when we went to Canada, but since we have been home I have remembered to water it (that's big) and I even took all its dead leaves off. When we first got back there were no blooms and now look. I am so proud, I had to share it. Maybe I still have a chance for a green thumb.

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Picture this

Blue A heart for PBJ US Swimming Mom visit The moustache Play Draw Yam Fries Art


connect the dots

We have been back from Canada for a week and a half, (Dan drove back down with us).
In that time:
-I went back to work,
-my Mom arrived for a visit,
-we went to the beach followed by a Coldplay concert (my favorite),
-Josh started another class for his credential program
-we went to the late night show of Batman, it was both tragic and brilliant at the same time
-and Josh left for Hume Lake (a big Christian Camp here in California) with the high school group and a bag of homework.

I have been feeling very disconnected from things and God the past few weeks. Even though I am home again, it feels more like an extended holiday with my family here, only I have to work, and for whatever reason that has made me feel disconnected from...things....I am not sure what I am thinking about right now, or what is on my heart...probably my disconnectedness. I am missing Josh like crazy, its good I am thankful for that, but its weird. Even though my family is here and have been a fun distraction, there is always something missing.I am very excited for Saturday and his return, and looking forward to some time together again, been tough to get that the last 5 weeks. So other then all these words I have just rambled off, I don't have any other words to share about life, other then I am dreading Sunday when I actually have to say goodbye to my family for another 5 months probably. They always leave a big hole behind, especially Danny. So instead of words, here are some pictures - I am beginning to think maybe I speak better (more eloquently, as I wish I could write) through pictures - of life the last little while......

Tuesday, July 1, 2008

Oh Canada

Since we have been here we have put in alot of wood floors. Well Josh and Dan have done it mostly, but I have helped a little here in there, scraped this, put that board in there, moved furniture here, fed them, cleaned up after them and just genereally being moral support. By Friday last week I was feeling a bit stir crazy and bored and antsy to do something else, I saw the holiday floating away, with me waiting around and watching the boys place wood planks in my parents home. But we took this weekend off and had some fun. So this week I have a fresh attitude about it all.

Last Sunday, a couple of days after we arrived, we drove up to Kelowna (3 hours away from my house) to stay with one of my good friends, Nic (a friend from preschool in South Africa) and her husband Steve. They moved to Kelowna after they were married and I hadn't seen their house yet. We spent Sunday evening on the Beach (Lake) watching kite boarders flit around, and eating a variation of a hamburger, the ketchup (which was forgotten at home) was replaced with salsa. We got creative and used what we had. Then as the sun started to go down at like 9:30/10:00 we went home and watched a movie (Gone Baby Gone). Monday Steve went to work (he is an engineer), Josh stayed at the house to do his homework, so Nic and I went out to play.....well we found a winery and had a lovely lunch then lay in the sun and chatted the afternoon away. It was a special and realxing time in pretty Kelowna. Then after dinner (perogies!) we headed back to Vancouver, well Langley to be specific.

The rest of the week was spent flooring, as I mentioned before. Getting high on the glue, and living around the chaotic scattered furniture design.

On Saturday we joined the de Fleuriots (Nics family) at Grouse mountain, (a local mountain, where I learnt to snowboard), and we did the "Grouse Grind". Well part of the group did the "Grind" the other half went up in the gondala. The "Grind"' is a steep climb all the way up, no progression, just up all the way, and it is about an hours climb at a consistent pace. I ended up being the only girl in the climbing group (and second to reach the top, behind Josh, just had to boast a little.....we didn't do it in a fast time or anything, but still....). Dan and his best friend Pierre (de Fleuriot) showed up in short shorts, vests, head attire (Pierre with head band and Dan with Clown hair, other then his own) and ski poles. Always the entertainers.

Once the whole party had reached the top, we went to find a picnic spot, on the way we took a detour on one of the chair lifts and got the most incredible view of Vancouver. By the time we got back, the "Lumber Jack" show was about to begin, so we had lunch on the way (fast food I call it) to the show. The "Moms" were positioned on the grass creating the sandwiches, we grabbed and ran to the show. Saturday was one of the first hot summer days here. The show was out doors in the blasting heat. Some of the other kids had lathered tanning oil on their bodies, and were quickely turning a shade of pink ,as we watched the amazing lumber Jacks goof around and do awesome stunts. After the show it was decided that maybe some sunscreen would be a good idea......Then we went to see the two orphened bears they have on top of Grouse. They stood about 4 feet away behind the fence eating (something on the ground, looked like stones to me??) and completely oblivious to the crowds and flashes surroundig them. Then we went back down on the gondala tired and ready for a shower. It was a fun day. I slept well that night.

Sunday we just relaxed at home after church and then went to the Drive-in Sunday night with some of Dan's friends. We watched Wal.E, which was a sweet movie. Then Narnia, which was.....loooong. Well for the second movie at a Drive-in, it was a long movie, I slept through some and still thought it was long. Our battery died part way through, probably with an hour left of the show, or at least it felt like an hour. I will have to watch it again when I am not so tired. Before the movie even ended Dan's friends drove off, with Dan in the car, leaving us stranded with no battery, luckily we were at a Drive-in, and they think about these things, a kind man came and got us rolling again. So at 2:40 we left to go home. Way too late for the floor installers :o)

Today is Canada day. We went with some good friends (Josh's roomate and his wife) to a strawberry farm to have a pancake breakfast and pick strawberries. It was so much fun. We now have piles of beautiful juicy stawberries to figure out creative and yummy ways to devour.

Now the flooring continues, I think we are close, we are going to run out of glue before we can finish, and everything is closed on Canada day......Tonight we are having a steak dinner and going to see Hancock, Dan bought tickets for us already to make sure we will get in. Happy Canada Day everybody!

And thats the way the cookie crumbles.

P.S we ran out of glue....we have one more room to go. Tommorrow is a new day!