Thursday Thirteen

13 things I'm looking forward to this summer:



1)Seeing one of my favorite bands, Downhere, at the Ex.



2) Spending July Long Weekend with all my favorite friends at the cabin.



3)The kidventure picnic next Sunday with our church.



4) Folk Fest.



5) Watching my younger sister play at Folk Fest.



6)Hearing about Don's weekend playing at the Vancouver Island MusicFest.



7) Doing the What Will We Do Wednesdays Day Camp with all my sisters.



8) Going camping with my 2 BFF's. :P



9) Having a full week off with Corrie in August...hint, hint.



10) Going on a nice long canoe trip with my family.



11) Swimming at the cottage.



12) Not having to go to even ONE wedding this summer.



13) Fufilling my goal of canoeing up the Seine River with Don one Saturday.



Yep, looks like a pretty good summer to me.

Day of fun. And pain.

Last Wednesday I woke up very...blah.
I didn't want to go to either of my jobs.
I didn't want to stay home and be stared
at by all the housecleaning I had to do.
I didn't want to just hang out and do nothing for the day.
So I just sighed, ate my breakfast and got on my 'new' bike* and went to work.
I so dislike those days where life has no point and no meaning.
4 blocks from home and 25 minutes from work, I noticed it had just finished raining and dawned on me that I had not gone and bought the fenders that I was instructed to.
I tried to stay out of the puddles.
I really did.
Alas I arrived at work and had to work with wet underwear.
I was never so happy to have my uniform to change into!
3 hours laters when my short(aka pointless) shift was done, I was determined to acquire some fenders before attempting another wet ride home.
So, I did the right thing: I called my dad.
All I was really calling for was for information on fender 'size' and 'brand', or if there were infact such things for fenders.
Did I ever get a lot more.
What followed was the rest of the day spent with just me and my dad biking to MEC, to my house, to his house, to putting my brand spanking new fenders and carrier on. To a lovely dinner with my parents and sisters to some post dinner 'no hands riding lessons' with my youngest sister, Becky, to my ride home with my oldest sister, Corrie-who happened to be nearby-to a really sore butt!
All in all, one of the best days of the last month.
Sometimes I am smiling at the sneaky little ways God has for making me just feel better.

And now it's wednesday again. Sigh.
Looks like memories will have to do it today!


*'New' to me means one my dad found trashed in a back lane, repainted, oiled and put some of his endless supply of bike parts (in this case a pair of tires he didn't like, but that were still good) to good use on it and gave to happy, happy me.

Overused.

The word I am most sick of reading in movie reviews?

Poignant.

Come on, find a new word already.

Does This Mean I'm Weird?

Earlier to night, on this beautifully glorious boiling hot day, I took the bus home from work. I rushed to close up shop where I work to catch the earliest bus home that I could. I even ran for the bus with my full uniform still on. Finally sitting on the bus, happy to have made it I realized, even though it's 10:40 at night, it's still frickin hot! Which led me then to sit at the back of the bus and try inconspicuosly to change into my cooler change of clothes and....I did it! Even better, no one (well, none of the 6 people) at the front of the bus noticed! And I was much, much happier. I am all for changing whenever possible if it will make you feel better. Obviously.

Finally!

The weather has finally gone from rain to sun and I have made too many plans to go to the cabin this weekend. That really, really sucks. I keep waiting for life to get less busy since...oh I don't know, Christmas? That's really dumb. I just LOVE to be in a place where I can truly enjoy the weather. Where the point is to be outside. To eat. To relax. Somehow, it's harder to do that at home when there is always construction workers staring into your backyard. Maybe I should try to swing it. Move things around, shuffle things up, enjoy my life. Before it's too late.

Grey Skies Are Gonna Clear Up?

I think, when you wake up crying
it's not a good sign of the day to come.
I think.

I'll play!

7 Random Things About Me:

1. When brushing my teeth, I totally favour the left side of my mouth over the right.

2. I love riding through the city in the passenger's seat with the seat all the way back. There is something about being able to only see the tops of all the buildings and trees intermingled with sky. I especially like seeing no people.

3.I find crushing recycling really satisfying. When it gets all piled up in a big unorganized heap in my blue box, I enjoy taking the time to crush all the boxes and cans and papers and make it all fit just so.

4.I mostly dislike meat. I don't hate it. I don't love it. But if I have a sandwich anywhere, I usually just get half(or less) of the amount of turkey or chicken on it. Even if it's a high quality meat or whatever. I even really like thin hamburger patties. For me I kinda like it better when the meat compliments whatever is with it, not the other way around.

5.I am the only person in almost my entire family that doesn't not wear some form of corrective eyeware. But. I should be.

6.I have this irrational desire (fear?) to be super prepared if ever I am still around in post apolcalyptic time. I am facisnated by fantastical depictions of it ('The Postman', 'Waterworld', 'V For Vendetta', even 'Children of Men', etc.). I just like assuring myself that I am totally capable of living without any of the luxuries I have become accustomed to. I like to think I could do it well.

7.I have always been enamoured with complicated devices that don't need power to run. Some of my favorite examples: Wristwatches (that wind), push mowers, carpet sweepers and especially as of late, my dad's self charging flashlight. I think it has something to do with #6. Even common old things like wheelbarrows make me shake my head and say, 'Genius.'