Sometimes...

Sometimes you're walking on a sunny day. Sometimes you're just walking home, lost in thought, lapping up the vitamin D. And then sometimes you hear a voice. A voice that loudly says, "Help Me Down The Streeeet!" Sometimes you turn to see a man who looks to be in his eighties and in a wheelchair. Who is no longer in possession of one of his legs from the knee down and who is clutching a 12 of Lakeport on his lap while he tries to propel himself down the sidewalk with his one full leg.

Sometimes that was this afternoon.

I turned and looked at him and decided I could indeed push him down the sidewalk for a little bit. I set a boundary - told him I was cutting off that street in a few blocks (which I was). He said that was fine and then proceeded to preach from his wheelchair about how "nobody wants to do shit for nobody! Everybody only looks out for themselves!" He went on about this theme of selfishness until we neared the corner I was going to leave him at. He looked and pointed diagonally across the street, "you see there, where that guy is standing?" "Yeah." "That's where I need to go." "By the pizza place?" "That's no pizza place, its a shit hole!" "...Ok."

I figure I can wheel this guy through the intersection and one more block to this building. As we're standing and waiting for the light to change so that we may safely cross, he looks in the direction that he had previously pointed in and starts yelling "A-hole! (he said the whole word) AAAAAHOLE!" I noticed a spike in the mixed emotions I was having about being associated with him and began to push a little faster. When we reached the other side his shouts got more specific and I came, as he yelled "A-HOLE, ROBBIE YOU A-HOLE!", to notice that it hadn't been the pizza place that was his destination but this supposed a-hole named Robbie.

Robbie met us half way up the block. I asked him if he was going to take over the pushing. He told me he would. I interpreted from my elderly wheelchair acquaintance, that Robbie was supposed to have helped him get home from the nearby Beer Store and was delinquent in that duty. Robbie thanked me profusely, and asked God to bless me. As I walked away feeling good about what I had done, I heard this beautiful mixed chorus of traffic, Robbie's thankful praises and wheelchair dude screaming "A-HOLE!".

Amen.

Sometimes

Sometimes your Uncles come in from Manitoba and this enables you to satisfy cravings for buffalo chicken fingers and coke. Sometimes you have a lot of fun. Sometimes you go and hang out in Ikea after and all involved drool all over themselves due to lustful desire of various Ikea items. Sometimes.

Sometimes...

Sometimes Monika, Chelsea (and maybe Tashley) and I are leaving for New York City this evening so that we can take in the International Artists Movement encounter (aka conference). This promises to be a weekend filled with meeting artists of all kinds from around the world - a chance to share, learn, discuss, be challenged and be inspired. And hey, any place that Fujimura's at, or that he created, can't be all bad.

Exciting times people, exciting time.

I Fell For It

Sometimes when you put 'bean' in front of something it makes it sound so much better than it might ordinarily be.

Case in point - vanilla bean ice cream - the mere presence of little black flecks and a stronger vanilla flavour has me absolutely convinced that this ice cream is far superior to any other kind I could put in my mouth.

The same principle holds true for hot chocolate and lattes.

Sometimes...

...its hard to say good bye to your only sibling for an indefinite amount of time.

Sometimes...

...you get an A-, three smiley face paper back from Dr. Bowen. Sometimes you find it when you are packing. And sometimes you have to keep it for rainy days because that mark is hard to get and you may just need to remind yourself that you have the ability to get an A-, three smiley face paper back from Dr. Bowen.

Sometimes...

...its hard to have a sexy walk when you're trying hard not to limp.

Happy Birthday Smoers

Sometimes you're going blissfully (ha) through life with your finger firmly jammed up your nose. And then you meet a someone who turns out to be oh so very similar to you, who ends up being a prayer partner, who is concerned about making sure you are fed spiritually and physically, who believes in reciprocal vulnerability, who also wants to sculpt a flat tummy and continue to eat good food, who believes strongly in biblical truths. Someone who ends up being a good friend.

Sometimes that person has a birthday today.



Sometimes Sarah Marie Moerman is awesome.



Sometimes I'm glad we got to celebrate her birthday yesterday



And sometimes I'm pretty darn blessed to have her as a friend and a sister in Christ.

Sometimes...

...there is coffee cake when you go home and sometimes it has poppyseeds in it. Lick.

Sometimes...

...its Mewl's birthday and I love her.

Sometimes

I think I need an underwater hatch.

Cupcakes

Sometimes there is a raging snow storm outside. And sometimes I've been sick for a few days and am only getting back to real food today. But sometimes you eat a bowl of soup, it fills you up and you want cupcakes. Sometimes I want cupcakes. Sometimes I want to brave the storm and get myself some preservative laden hostess cupcakes. Sometimes I'm worried about getting eaten by a polar bear.

This amount of snow reminds me of this day a few years ago.

Sometimes When My Friends Go Away I Get Sad (even when I know its what they're supposed to do) Part 4 (and final for a while...i hope)

Sometimes...

I wish love didn't cost 24-36 cents/minute.

Sometimes When My Friends Go Away I Get Sad (even when I know its what they're supposed to do) Part 3

Sometimes

The lights go off in your class. You wish that the class would end, but instead you go out into the hall, where there are lights, and write a quiz. By the time we had marked the quiz the lights were back on and lecturing resumed. Sad.

Sometimes When My Friends Go Away I Get Sad (even when I know its what they're supposed to do) Part 2

Sometimes When My Friends Go Away I Get Sad (even when I know its what they're supposed to do) Part 1

Sometimes...

You only want to have one egg for breakfast, but you drop the carton on the floor and three eggs crack, so you have to eat them.