Never Change

It's comforting to know that some things never change.

For example, on my weekend away in Kelowna visiting with my fam, i observed the following:

• our evil Liberal government still hasn't followed through on their promise (from 10 years ago) to take out the toll on the Coquihalla Highway
• Merrit is still a hick town the closes at 10pm (And if you try to order food at 9:55, you're SOL)
• My mom is still extremely chipper, even when her three grouchy girls roll in after 1 am
• My parents still think going for a drive is a lovely way to spend an afternoon, even though i've gotten car sick since i was 14
• The door to the brake-check bathroom on the Coq is still broken (I think the creepy truck drivers like it that way)
• The Merritt Subway still hasn't replaced the lock on the stall door. Perhaps it never had one to begin with
• My mom still spoils us

And when we got home, the steadyness continued:

• My dad's latest is still incredibly ugly to me (but there is good in everything, now i don't have to feel guilty for disliking her)
• My (other, bestest) dad's first wife still can't hold down a job (haha, you totally called that one dad!)
• JM still bails me out (broken weed eaters, idiot cell phone companies, etc.)
• Thomas (the bird) still sneaks into our house and poops everywhere
• There is still an alarmingly huge pile of rubbish on our driveway b/c Karen's bf is doing an extreme yard makeover for us. Yay Donny!
• I still haven't been to see Kingdom of Heaven... soon though

driveway

Driveways are meant to park in, as well as drive in and out of.

Dear Stupid Neighbour's Daughter's Punk Boyfriend,

I understand that you are little and annoying, and as such, it can be very difficult to think of anyone but your little punk self. However, next time you decide to block our driveway-- think again!!

I admit that we may be the 'black sheep' in the cul-de-sac (what with our continuous stream of friends coming and going, me and anika riding up in the back of jm's boat, our sometimes obnoxious animals, our overgrown weed patches and the loud children we harbour), however, that does not give your punk butt the right to force me to do an eight-point maneuver to try and get around you every morning! In fact, you don't even have a driveway in our cul-de-sac, so go park in your own flippin driveway around back.

I really don't have the time or desire to stand guard every night waiting for you to roll your ugly car up our street. Last weekend, when i was standing there, you left a couple of feet between your bumper and our driveway and then acted all civil and smiled at me, so i know you know what a pest you are. Please don't make me start acting ugly.

FYI, i have absolutely no qualms about racing a shopping cart down my driveway; i can't be held responsible if your car happens to be in the way. Good luck, and may the skinniest punk lose.

My Heart Hurts

One of my clients died this morning. Of course, i can't have favourite clients... buuut, if i did, Anna would definitely have been one of them.

My heart is sad and my whole chest hurts. But i know that she is with Jesus (and Nana!) in heaven and that helps. And her body was very sick and in too much pain, so it's for the best, i suppose.

Which leads me to rethink the whole euthanasia thing. I mean, ever since i figured out that people weren't talking about adolescents in china, i have always thought it despicable to even think about helping someone kill themself. What with slippery slopes and intrinsic human value and such, it's pretty hard to justify killing like that. But then movies like "million dollar baby"* and people like Anna come along and make you think, "hmmmm..."

Now all you fundamentalists can untwist your knickers, i would never endorse euthanasia; 'mercy-killing' is still killing, which is wrong. But i have to wonder, what's the point?!?! Anna had no reason to want to hang around this polluted fallen paradise. She was so full of cancer that it was popping out of her, quite literally. There was nothing that science or medicine could do to help. And yet, for some strange reason, she had to hang in there for months and months.

I was thinking about writing out a list of people who should be taken off this earth and another list of people who should be left to play for a while. Maybe this would help because it seems as though God gets really confused about these sorts of things sometimes. But now, i think sm is right: "yeah but [God]'s into all that grace jazz, so he's giving them [the ones left here] more chances to stop being [ugly jerk faces]"

Thanks God. I think you do know best. It's just that i really don't get it sometimes.

"Faith is not belief without proof, but trust without reservation." ~Elton Trueblood


*i hated that movie. why on earth would i want to pay to be made sad; i can just watch the news!

Desperate Times

Yes, it's true. Desperate times call for desperate actions. Fortunately for me, and my world, these are not desperate times. I am quite content being single. And weddings, bouquet-catching, kissing in movies, and other such nonsense does not affect me at all. *Bow; clap, clap, clap*

10 Things

I've decided to use valuable work time to compose a brief overview of things i'd rather be doing tonight (rather than working late):

1) Watching Slane Castle
2) Eating meatloaf
3) Playing with my clients
4) Trying to make my squigly nephew cuddle with me
5) Making fridge picture-magnets
6) Pilates
7) Going to see Kingdom of Heaven
8) Packing for our weekend on the island :)
9) Contemplating the stagnant swamps of slime in my life, collectively referred to as "relationships"
10)Taking Harley to the park
11) Eating mud