rebel against the box

...oh how i miss you!

so the newest episode in the adventures of the six year old....he's opened my eyes to 'captain underpants'...a seriously funny read. highly recommended.

nothing more to declare...apart from i'm curently being serinaided by the lovely trixie and her sexy new red guitar.

lesson for the week...always look up. don't forget.

here's me looking at you...

helen is currently in chad trying to figure out how to successfully get medical aid to the people who need it...for those of you who pray, now's a good time.

i've discovered a new tactic in living peacefully with the six year old...hiding the 'noisy toys'. the first to go was the unbelievably irritating piano thing...worked like a charm and no ones the wiser. me thinks that wretched nose whistle will be the next victim. i in fact once did this with my brothers 'noisy toys'...so this is a generation old peace tactic...highly recommended.

this is my self proclaimed duvet day...which might span into a duvet weekend. again, highly recommended.

however, having the space to clear the head and catch up on thoughts and current dreamings...you can realise things about yourself...or better yet, god reminds you of them. today it was that i am quick to judge people within about a minute of meeting them. i hate stereotypes... and we all know by now that boxes are out...but i catch myself doing this with others all the time! the prejudice, the judgement...this madness has got to stop!!

this is oliver...he just introduced me to the nose whistle...interesting concept. kind of irritating tho.
oh the adventures of living with a six year old.

several times today i stopped in my thoughts and realised i'd just had another 'amelie' moment. these are good. maybe its the music played in the cafe where i work...maybe its the lighting in gastown as the sun sets, maybe it was the old bike that rode past, making that cool sound that only old bikes can make...maybe its just in my head. regardless its a hell of a lot better than yesterdays escapade. i went flying across the cafe trying to bring someone their food. i tripped over a basket of bread and skated my way through the cafe. rather hilarious apart from i did it right in front of the one lad who continuosly teases me everyday...of course.

i think i need to invest in a key finder....i just found them in my organic blueberry bar bag, as i was eating it...how?

i love my job...not so much the deli meats...but i love working at the salty tongue. it might be the irish sense of humour...possibly the family feeling of knowing everyone who comes in....possibly the great pay and good tips....possibly because i never thought i would laugh that much while slicing corned beef. many reasons i suppose...but i'm knackered and loving the work... having said that i'm glad im leaving in a few months. at least i'm having fun in the meantime.

...and i'm going home for christmas!!! so petey-poo (aka rachel) and any other manitoban readers...
i'll see you anytime after the 20th!

my brothers wedding....

after a few hilarious hours of hard to define consecration...i successfully skyped my first conference call. i wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry for most of it...what with all the connections going in and out and random comments from japan, hawaii, london, berlin, and manchester. it was a beautiful time of getting right with each other and god together as a communtiy now scattered all over the globe...
it seems like god is calling his church to be set apart...nothing new...just time to get it right i suppose.
good times are ahead i feel...

can i recommend some totally incredible spanish music... federico aubele....its produced by the theivory corporation posse and totally kicks ass!

i miss cate. she's a kick-ass photographer...currently capturing moments in hawaii. she took a few of the photos in my sidebar. get a look at her work here.

...running through vancouver after an 8 hour shift in the abyss of deli mets and irish banter. i get home check my emails (which have been getting quite random as of late?!) put on my rather attractive running outfit (there is something about looking utterly ridiculous that is quite freeing and reminds me that i am not a victim of the status quo...at least not in this moment) and plug myself in. i found this amazing spot along the harbour that is quiet and beautiful. the water dances with the lights from the city and the boats and im the only one there. surrounded by my city. in these moments and in this place i feel like god created this space for just me...i feel energized and full....

...and then i stop in my favourite wine shop on the way home.

nice.

its payday.. thats not the part that hurts...keep reading.

my south america fund pickle jar is filling up (mainly small change getting thrown in, but thats something)

i got through my first 8 hour shift behind the deli counter...only sliced off a small portion of my pinky finger and almost pasted out from lack of sugar once! so altogether a good day.

discovered the most arsy job in all of history is peeling the skin off of roasted red peppers...why i ask...its so sucky! let them eat the skin...i would!! ugh!

wore my 'my mom is a biker' top today..it was a hit and i think i've wooed the hard ass chef from next door with it. whew...i'm in there. once you get past the chefs its all good, so experience tells me.

the girl im replacing leaves tomorrow for south america... not fair. when will it be my turn! think it'll take a few more slices of salami me thinks!

not much to say about this picture. we're on a bus and its bloody cold.

this is dana...about to tell me a joke. it wasn't funny. but i still like her a lot
and wish that she didn't have to fly away this morning.

my mate dana is out for the weekend, visiting from calgary.

she's the first victim in my 'must get rid of stuff...sell everything for 5 bucks!' scheme. lucky for me she's starting to bend and i think i've made my backpack a little lighter and my wallet a little heavier. for future reference subborness comes in handy when trying to make a hard sell...like my shout to the lord cd. there's a toughy.

so i'm trying to organse myself a bit for my future quest into the unknown that is south america and beyond. if anyone is interested in helping the process i could really use a bit more web space for my photos while i'm on the go. all of which you can see of course. you can keep an eye on me and also citique my developing photo skills. any takers?


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...miss you chick.

my fav restaurant in vancouver still, a year later. this was written on the wall yesterday and i scribbled it on the back of a stray receipt as i gobbled down the best spicy peanut dish...

"a world in which it is wrong to murder an individual civilian and right to drop a thousand tons of high explosives on a residential area does sometimes make me wonder whether this earth of ours is not a loony bin made use of by some other planet." - george orwell.

a good question.

the salty tongue urban deli

so i found myself in whistler again this weekend...thats 2 in a row. i can't get enough. they opened the mountain a week early cause the snow has arrived. it was buzzin. i'm praying for a snowboard pass so i too can feel the windburn on my cheeks. although at this stage in the game its probably more a case of feeling the bruises on my ass than anything else.

if i could draw on this blog i would draw a picture of what i learned today...but i cant so i'll attempt to describe. if god creates us with a certain future in mind or destiny or whatever you want to call it and lets say it looks like the size and shape of a watermelen but at the moment we are only taking up the space and shape within that of, lets say, an orange...thats leaves a lot of room for growth and developement. well today i think i went from being an orange in a watermelons body to being a little bigger...like perhaps a pineapple. i think along the way its people and experiences that help us grow and develope and today it was a musican from whistler who in his own little way and without knowing it made me never want to settle for that which i know just isn't me. i want the adventure...i want vibrancy. i've expanded....so to speak.

...and now i'm hungry for fruit salad.

so today i got a job....the salty tongue cafe and specialty delicatessen...its linked to this cool irish pub and they sell green and blacks chocolate. start monday and i can wear whatever i want, have my hair whatever colour i want and as many peircings as i want...freedom is such a beautiful thing!

i feel i need to take this opportunity to introduce you to one of my roomates fiona...things i love about fiona:
she's a mac user
she lets me be a mac user
she writes cool songs on her guitar and pretends to enjoy my helpful harmonies
she makes kick-ass chocolate cookies which she lets me eat
she discovered that melted nutella makes a really quick and very tasty fondue
she has a tornado in her bedroom
and she can make really cool rubber band dogs while at work and not get fired.

i have just made perfect rice. a serious feat if you ask me! been trying for years. i love you uncle ben.