I have been so stressed lately. I mean completely stressed, which unfortuantly meens that people arround me have to deal with my moodyness. (If thats you then I'm really sorry).
Iv'e been stressed because I have never been any good at the who time management thing, and although I was given my bilical counselling assignment at the begining of the term and I left it to the last minute.
Take last night for an example I was up until 2:30 finishing my assignment off.
Sorry this is a pretty doggie post but i'll fix it up later.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Monday, September 15, 2008
Black Hands
Black Hands (a wired title but its aimed to hook people in, and I promise it will make sense by the end of this post).
Well tonight was a seemingly normal night; we had our women's book club (at my youth pastors house [this information will be useful later]), and it went really well in my opinion and i am so exited to start our new book - Max Lucado, learning to have a heart just like His, Just Like Jesus. He's like my favourite author but that's another story.
Anyways the night came to an end and my friend went to leave. She got not even 10 meters down the road before she realised that her tyre was flat. She came back inside and explained her predicament. So those who were left (at the book club that is), went outside to investigate.
On examination the tyre clearly needed to be changed. so we popped the boot and found the spear tyre. I attempted to unscrew the bolt thing that holds the tyre in place but it was rusted over. My youth pastor and his wife went to find a torch (a pretty pink Disney one at that) and a pair of pliers. He (my youth pastor) used the pliers to unscrew the bolt and it snapped clean off; maybe it wasn't the ideal way to get the tyre out but nevertheless the spear and slightly flat tyre was out.
We jacked the car up slightly, then loosened the bolts, then jacked the car up more, and unscrewed the bolts completely.Off came the tyre.
The culprit was a huge Bolt, which makes sense there's been a lot of building going on around that area, so my friend must have driven over it.
So we lined up the spear tyre with the screws on the wheel and fastened it back up. by this stage everyone is hovered around staring at us (my youth pastor and myself) changing this tyre. And it's freezing cold, (at least the rain held off until we were finished).
The spear tyres on and very flat so we went and got a mini pump, My youth pastor had to move his car so the pump would reach the cigarette-lighter in the car, I turned the pump on and about 20 hours later the tyre was pumped up (ok so that was an exaggeration but it did take at least 10 minutes).
The car was finally drivable, so we packed every thing away and my friend was ready to 'hit the road'. I followed her to the petrol station and taught her how to pump up her tyres. She was very grateful and amazed that I knew how to change a tyre, I was somewhat surprised also, I hadn't really changed a tyre without my dad with me before. Yay.
I got home and immediately told Dad how I changed a tyre he was so proud. I love that feeling when you've accomplished something and people are proud of what you've achieved. Shortly after telling my folks what had happened I wrote this post which is why it's titled 'Black Hands' - because my hands are still black, I was too excited about writing this post that I didn't get a chance to wash them yet.
Who knew such a seemingly normal night could turn into one of excitement? Well God did.
Well tonight was a seemingly normal night; we had our women's book club (at my youth pastors house [this information will be useful later]), and it went really well in my opinion and i am so exited to start our new book - Max Lucado, learning to have a heart just like His, Just Like Jesus. He's like my favourite author but that's another story.
Anyways the night came to an end and my friend went to leave. She got not even 10 meters down the road before she realised that her tyre was flat. She came back inside and explained her predicament. So those who were left (at the book club that is), went outside to investigate.
On examination the tyre clearly needed to be changed. so we popped the boot and found the spear tyre. I attempted to unscrew the bolt thing that holds the tyre in place but it was rusted over. My youth pastor and his wife went to find a torch (a pretty pink Disney one at that) and a pair of pliers. He (my youth pastor) used the pliers to unscrew the bolt and it snapped clean off; maybe it wasn't the ideal way to get the tyre out but nevertheless the spear and slightly flat tyre was out.
We jacked the car up slightly, then loosened the bolts, then jacked the car up more, and unscrewed the bolts completely.Off came the tyre.
The culprit was a huge Bolt, which makes sense there's been a lot of building going on around that area, so my friend must have driven over it.
So we lined up the spear tyre with the screws on the wheel and fastened it back up. by this stage everyone is hovered around staring at us (my youth pastor and myself) changing this tyre. And it's freezing cold, (at least the rain held off until we were finished).
The spear tyres on and very flat so we went and got a mini pump, My youth pastor had to move his car so the pump would reach the cigarette-lighter in the car, I turned the pump on and about 20 hours later the tyre was pumped up (ok so that was an exaggeration but it did take at least 10 minutes).
The car was finally drivable, so we packed every thing away and my friend was ready to 'hit the road'. I followed her to the petrol station and taught her how to pump up her tyres. She was very grateful and amazed that I knew how to change a tyre, I was somewhat surprised also, I hadn't really changed a tyre without my dad with me before. Yay.
I got home and immediately told Dad how I changed a tyre he was so proud. I love that feeling when you've accomplished something and people are proud of what you've achieved. Shortly after telling my folks what had happened I wrote this post which is why it's titled 'Black Hands' - because my hands are still black, I was too excited about writing this post that I didn't get a chance to wash them yet.
Who knew such a seemingly normal night could turn into one of excitement? Well God did.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
BFF
So there's this really great gal and she changed my life in more then oneway. OK I'm just taking the space here to explain that I'm not a freak, I'm talking about my best friend Lisa. (I know I don't usually use names, but I think Lisa deserves credit for being the person who inspired me to write this blog).
Well as I mentioned above Lisa is my best friend. And I can't imagine life with out her. We've been putting a slide-show together of junction (our youth group) over the past few years. This caused me to take a trip down memory lane.
Looking back at when I first started Junction Lisa and my self were in completely different leagues. She was cool and popular, and in the 'in' crowed, and I on the other hand was not! I was a loner/loser, geek who had no sense in style. But isn't it funny that some where along the line our paths joined and we became friends.
Anyway so over the years we went from strangers to acquaintances to friends to now BEST FRIENDS.
At the end of last year we both decided to do the Internship at Craigmore
Christian Church, this would prove to be a great test for our friendship.
And it has been so far.
- We've had many 'mini' fights, the ones were words are said, apologies are made and then we go on.
- We've also had the deep and meaningful chats, the ones that involve a large amount of chocolate and a box of tissues.
- We've also withstood a boyfriend (hers not mine).
- We've survived a road trip, and much, much, more.
- We've dealt with our differences and also our uncanny similarities.
We have lots in common:
One Tree Hill
Crunchy Chocolate
Love for movie quotes
and Pete Murray
We also have lots of differences:
Our taste in music (excluding Pete Murray)
Fashion sense
Our driving abilities (mines worse)
Lisa is a wonderful person and an even better friend. Shes kind, caring and compassionate, and always there in my time of need. Shes bright and bubbly, and fun loving. Shes the one who makes my day brighter even if I'm in the darkest grey ditch of the day. She shows empathy and love. And all these things are what makes being Lisa's friend so easy. I can reflect these ability to listen and empathise with her in her times of need. I can be her sun and make her day brighter because she so easy to love. And the best feeling of all is when were both refreshed and renewed just hanging with each other, laughing, singing (badly on my part i might add), mucking around and playing jokes.
...I think that's what friendship is, a two-sided connection with a person who just gets you for who you are. They have no need to want to change you, they love you and you can love them in all situations. You can understand their point of view even if you don't completely agree. And you can tell them anything with absolute honesty because you know and respect their opinion and input.
...Lisa that's how I feel about you!
I Luv ya my BFF! xx
...Did I mention Lisa is fun-loving and loves photos???
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
BEST birthday ever
So I know all my posts have been really dreary lately, so I decided to write about a happy moment. My birthday! I'm sorry it's about a month late but I know you'll forgive me for that.
Now for those of you that know me, know that I love my birthday. I love the family and friends. The gifts and the food. It's the one day a year that's ALL mine! Every ones attention is on me.
OK well it all started the night before my birthday, mum wanted to watch me unwrap my present from my brother and she had work on my birthday so she wouldn't get to see me open it. I was a bit confused as you probably are. Because as far as I knew he was getting me a sports muffler (a very 'brother' present). To my surprise he handed me a small box I opened it and it was a pair of ruby earrings, to match the ring he had bought me the year before. After lots of hugs and screaming (the good kind) It was off to bed with the anticipation of a wonderful day tomorrow.
Tomorrow came and it was my birthday yay!
I got my other presents from my sister and Mum and Dad and then it was off to school/church for my internship. (now I know I'm strange, but I love to do heaps of things for my birthday, the more places I go the more people I see and the More happy birthdays I get wished all in all its great).
So I was at the church after my phone going off the whole way up there, birthday message after birthday message. Anyways, I was in the office when my best friend walked in. And she didn't even say a word, I was devastated, I thought she had forgotten. :(
So it hit 10 O'clock and I went around to our youth pastors office where he had a cake waiting. Yum! It got to 10:15 and the other sill haven't arrived (stupid sanguines). So the meeting was moved to our office. Confused?? When we got round there I opened the door and SURPRISE. My BFF threw me a mini surprise party, so cute and so special. There was streamers and a jam donut with a candle (my favourite).
As the day went on I got more happy birthdays and cakes. I had a bible study with my mentor. Shes the best but I'll talk about her some other time. She also bought me a jam donut and did the whole candle thing as well. Yay. So that makes 3 cakes in one day so far.
For dinner: Chicken schnitzel, potato bake and carrots (my favourite). And for desert more cake, that's a total of four cakes. Well it was a giant donut tower, with rocky road all over it. Yum. Lets just say I was eating cakes for days.
And then we had youth band. Which to tell you the truth was the icing on the cake (get it cake).
BEST BIRTHDAY EVER
Thanks to everyone who contributed.
Now for those of you that know me, know that I love my birthday. I love the family and friends. The gifts and the food. It's the one day a year that's ALL mine! Every ones attention is on me.
OK well it all started the night before my birthday, mum wanted to watch me unwrap my present from my brother and she had work on my birthday so she wouldn't get to see me open it. I was a bit confused as you probably are. Because as far as I knew he was getting me a sports muffler (a very 'brother' present). To my surprise he handed me a small box I opened it and it was a pair of ruby earrings, to match the ring he had bought me the year before. After lots of hugs and screaming (the good kind) It was off to bed with the anticipation of a wonderful day tomorrow.
Tomorrow came and it was my birthday yay!
I got my other presents from my sister and Mum and Dad and then it was off to school/church for my internship. (now I know I'm strange, but I love to do heaps of things for my birthday, the more places I go the more people I see and the More happy birthdays I get wished all in all its great).
So I was at the church after my phone going off the whole way up there, birthday message after birthday message. Anyways, I was in the office when my best friend walked in. And she didn't even say a word, I was devastated, I thought she had forgotten. :(
So it hit 10 O'clock and I went around to our youth pastors office where he had a cake waiting. Yum! It got to 10:15 and the other sill haven't arrived (stupid sanguines). So the meeting was moved to our office. Confused?? When we got round there I opened the door and SURPRISE. My BFF threw me a mini surprise party, so cute and so special. There was streamers and a jam donut with a candle (my favourite).
As the day went on I got more happy birthdays and cakes. I had a bible study with my mentor. Shes the best but I'll talk about her some other time. She also bought me a jam donut and did the whole candle thing as well. Yay. So that makes 3 cakes in one day so far.
For dinner: Chicken schnitzel, potato bake and carrots (my favourite). And for desert more cake, that's a total of four cakes. Well it was a giant donut tower, with rocky road all over it. Yum. Lets just say I was eating cakes for days.
And then we had youth band. Which to tell you the truth was the icing on the cake (get it cake).
BEST BIRTHDAY EVER
Thanks to everyone who contributed.
To ask or NOT to ask!
See there's this situation where I want to ask something important to someone special.
The only problem is that if I ask them, it could alter our friendship.
..Oh I might as well tell you the person I'm referring to doesn't read my blog.
OK so there's this guy (it's always a guy) and I really like him, but he's a good friend and I don't want to wreck the relationship we have. And if this was not enough my supposed friend likes him also except she has an advantage (she's a good flirter, and some people might say she's pretty).
Well I'm sick of not knowing where I stand in this bizarre triangle thing that we've got ourselves into. So I just want to know whether or not hes interested in me or more importantly is he interested in her??? But I'm afraid, I don't want to get my heart broken again (so to speak).
So yeah.
Any advice???
The only problem is that if I ask them, it could alter our friendship.
..Oh I might as well tell you the person I'm referring to doesn't read my blog.
OK so there's this guy (it's always a guy) and I really like him, but he's a good friend and I don't want to wreck the relationship we have. And if this was not enough my supposed friend likes him also except she has an advantage (she's a good flirter, and some people might say she's pretty).
Well I'm sick of not knowing where I stand in this bizarre triangle thing that we've got ourselves into. So I just want to know whether or not hes interested in me or more importantly is he interested in her??? But I'm afraid, I don't want to get my heart broken again (so to speak).
So yeah.
Any advice???
The Big Fight
Tonight I had a fight with my brother,
now this may seem normal to any given person; but not for us, we usually don't fight so when we do its pretty bad... But this one was a whopper.
It all started with me being a little selfish, to be completely honest. I wanted to go to Music practic early so I asked my brother if he could take our sister to music practice with him, but as uaual he didn't want to.
At this point I got a little agro with him because I always have to take our sister everywhere. Don't get me wrong I love my sister and I really don't mind taking her places but sometimes, just sometimes, I want to look out for myslef frist an not have to wory about my little sister. It's not in the job description- is it?
My brother was was clearly not impressed with this confronting truth. How do I know this you ask? well it was about this time when he raised his voice and world war 3 broke out...
>Why should I have to take her???
>Because you never help out, your selfish, you never think about others, you never take your sister anywhere, etc.
>I do help out, and why should I take her what if I want to hang around my friends after etc.
And so the bombing continues... this went of for a few minutes, the yelling got louder and the name calling got more frequent.
Until it came down to me leaving for music practice and my brother said: "aren't you taking our sister?"
No!
Then came time for round two.
More name calling and yelling occurred and my parent actually sided with me for a change. My brothers keys were confiscated, only to see him grab his spare key and speed down the road.
We (my sister and I) left for music practice, disappointed that my brother wasn't only wigging out on me but on the whole youth band.
Out of the blue my brother rocks up to band practice, doesn't say a word to me, you can bet I felt good tonight. Not!
Well that's where it ends.Were not talking. For now any way.
I'm not planning on apologising first, but then I feel bad- should I be the 'bigger man' and apologise first, probably. Well let me sleep on it.
now this may seem normal to any given person; but not for us, we usually don't fight so when we do its pretty bad... But this one was a whopper.
It all started with me being a little selfish, to be completely honest. I wanted to go to Music practic early so I asked my brother if he could take our sister to music practice with him, but as uaual he didn't want to.
At this point I got a little agro with him because I always have to take our sister everywhere. Don't get me wrong I love my sister and I really don't mind taking her places but sometimes, just sometimes, I want to look out for myslef frist an not have to wory about my little sister. It's not in the job description- is it?
My brother was was clearly not impressed with this confronting truth. How do I know this you ask? well it was about this time when he raised his voice and world war 3 broke out...
>Why should I have to take her???
>Because you never help out, your selfish, you never think about others, you never take your sister anywhere, etc.
>I do help out, and why should I take her what if I want to hang around my friends after etc.
And so the bombing continues... this went of for a few minutes, the yelling got louder and the name calling got more frequent.
Until it came down to me leaving for music practice and my brother said: "aren't you taking our sister?"
No!
Then came time for round two.
More name calling and yelling occurred and my parent actually sided with me for a change. My brothers keys were confiscated, only to see him grab his spare key and speed down the road.
We (my sister and I) left for music practice, disappointed that my brother wasn't only wigging out on me but on the whole youth band.
Out of the blue my brother rocks up to band practice, doesn't say a word to me, you can bet I felt good tonight. Not!
Well that's where it ends.Were not talking. For now any way.
I'm not planning on apologising first, but then I feel bad- should I be the 'bigger man' and apologise first, probably. Well let me sleep on it.
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