Drum Kit Stake Out

On Thursday night I went to visit a good friend. So After work I jumped In my car, got some dinner (pretzels), and drove to the city.

You see my mate was camping out under the stars on Waymouth street.
Why? you ask,
well partly because his crazy and needs to do all the over-the-top spontaneous things before he gets too old.
But mostly because he was buying a drum kit for our church and Billy Hide was having a giant sale, one day only. (A $2000 drum kit for $150, that's just nuts).

He had been there since Wednesday 1pm and the sale was on Saturday morning (now that's dedication my friend).
So being the great entertainer I am I thought I would go and keep him company. It was good we hadn't had a chance to have a real conversation I a long time, so with nothing else to do sitting there but talk we did.
We got coffee sat there (tried to keep warm) and just talked about everything and anything. I feel really blessed to have a 'Clay' in my life. I can talk to him about almost anything. He's like a second father. (Thanks heaps old man, you really do mean a lot to me. xx)

Time passed (fairly slowly I would imagine) and Saturday morning came. He was first in line and got the drum kit. (its orange and pretty looking - I keep telling everyone when it comes to instruments for girls looks come first and sound comes second. (Well It does for me anyway). It's a Ludwig if that helps).

That night our families had dinner together and we got our instruments out. We had a lounge room bash, we needed to test the drum kit out, right?

This morning in church a very tired sleep deprived Clay was playing a new (pre-tested) drum kit and he looked good doing it.

light bulb moment

So have you ever had a 'light bulb' moment?
One of those days where everything falls into place, One of those conversations were everything just clicks, One of those moments when your deep in thought and you just get it for the very first time. Well I had one of those moments today, tonight in fact.

... See I was having a conversation with a friend tonight about boys and I realised how boy centered I had become. That wasn't me! Wanting a boyfriend so much that I would just about go out with any guy just to be 'out with a guy'. As the conversation continued I realised I loved the idea of having a guy, and not so much the actual guy I happened to be chasing.

I think it's safest to say I'm planning on taking a moratorium from guys for a while, re-adjusting my priorities and focusing on the one long lasting assurance we have; God.

I'm going to try something so far out it's probably never been tried before; I'm going to try to get to know guys for who they really are, as friends, with no intention or thought about their availability or date ability. I'm going to aim to treat all guys as if they were my brother, with respect and no hidden reasoning. I'm going to attempt to be more Christlike, a better person. I'm going to try to do things so they glorify God and not myself.

Here's where I ask those of you who know me to help. Ask me how I'm going and encourage me to put God first in every aspect of my life.

And now for my favourite verse which is quiet appropriate at this time i might add...

But those who trust in the Lord for help will find their strength renewed. They rise on wings like eagles, they will run and not get weary, they will walk and not grow weak.

(and yes House it's trust not tust)

all grown up

As you may have read previously, I bought a frog and some tadples home from Flinders camp with me. I named the frog Franky Juniour and the two tadploes Goliath and Jemima (Goliath was the bigger one).

Sadly a month or so ago Franky J. escaped and was nowhere to be found. I was so sad I had always wanted a pet frog and finaly I had one, but only for such a short time.

Only a week later I noticed Goliath was growing rappedly but Jemima was still so small, so I intended on putting them into seperate ponds so that Jemima would have a better chance of getting some food. To my horror that same day before I had seperated them Jemima was gone. Goliath had defeted them all (maybe I should have called 'Jemima' David).

So over the next few weeks I watched Goliath grow, and grow, and grow......

Until finally the other night he hopped out the water. My little tadpole Is now all grown up.

Hes a frog.

He's so georgous. Heres a Photo of him at about 3 days (of being a frog that is).

.......Isn't he just the smallest, cutes thing you ever saw.

(and for those wondering if this cute frog will turn into a handsome prince, sorry to disappoint he doesn't....... mmmwwa)