oh the people I know...or think I know.

Tonight I went to the Canucks game with dear Alicia...who is SO good to me as she allows me to be her hockey buddy and go to games with wonderful seats where I can actually read the players lips as they talk and imagine what life would be like married to a famous hockey player. Ahem.

Anyways...

Alicia and I have this longstanding joke that whenever we are together, I run into someone I know (or at least recognize). Typically this has happened at every Canucks game (we've gone to something like 10 or so together) and on random outings in Vancouver, etc. One Canucks game, we were near the end of the evening and I hadn't run into anyone I recognized...and then, there on the big screen, was a guy who went to CBC for a year. Of course.

So tonight, I'm looking around where we're sitting, and I point out this guy to Alicia:

Recognize him?
For a few moments I was trying to place him...and then as I'm rambling to Alicia, I realize: "Isn't he the guy from much music? The one that does the show where they make fun of music videos?"

And in that moment I realized how much of a geek I am...while simultaneously perpetuating the longstanding joke.

Why Pantene Pro-V and I can no longer be friends.

an exhortation that strikes the heart.

"We take the God of the Bible who is all-wise and all-powerful and we trivialize him. We make him the "Self-help Genie." We re-create him in our minds as our "God-on-Demand" - someone who's "there" when we need him and stays out of the way the rest of the time. Instead of worshiping him and knowing him and growing into servants who want to understand his mission and follow him by faith, we carefully select Bible verses out of context that confirm our conclusion that the real goal in life is for us to be happy. Instead of humbly recognizing that God is impossible to tame, we dare to demand that he get busy and keep us comfortable"

- Chip Ingram, from "God: As He longs for you to see Him"

a rollercoaster that doesn't roll.

The last couple of weeks I've felt low.
Low energy.
Low joy.
Low brain activity.
Low...everything.

Yesterday, after three days in bed, feeling like Carleigh's fourth child, I went to the doctor...who sent me for a mono test. It was discouraging to say the least. I'm currently praying it's not mono...but then part of me hopes it is, just so I know what's going on with me. Cause if it isn't...then what is it? I just don't feel like me. Not the me I know, anyways.

So I'm here.
Working on my last paper for this course.
And feeling low.

On a side note, I'm fearing for Skippy Jon Jones' life. Our dear cat simply doesn't know how to stop eating.
Last night: leftover chocolate cake from Carleigh's birthday party.
Tonight: Carleigh's decorative twigs (sorry, Car).
Tomorrow: Probably a good thing the cleaning supplies are behind child-proof cupboards. I honestly think this cat would drink draino if we let her.

confession. part "i lost count".

I did it. I broke my one rule:

Christmas music starts December 1st.
Post-birthday.

But here I am...listening.
Intently.
Dove right in.
Can't stop.

Next thing you know my room will be draped in fake greenery, twinkle lights, and smell like some sort of baking-scented candle. I'll be reciting Christmas limericks and madly making lists, checking them twice. Oh wait, no, that's someone else. Well, needless to say, this can only be a long slippery slope.

What have i done?