I have only 3.5 months left at the Pita Pit and I have decided to have an ongoing series of Things I Have Learned From The Pit.
First Installment:
Before working at the Pit I had a bit of a boy problem. If you were a boy you had to fit into 1 of 2 categories; male relative or love interest. You can see how this would bring about many woes. Despite arguments to the contrary, sometimes boys indeed do just want to be friends.
I had tried and tried to learn to just be friends through practice but to no avail. So I prayed that God would help me. And in the most creative way He did. Some of the guys at the Pit have been working there for some time. So have I. At first I was shy around them. Then I came to the realization that I will never date a boy from the Pita Pit. None of them are Christians or really even close to being Christians or really even dateable for me in any conceivable way. Knowing that I would never date one of these guys took a whole lot of stress off of me and I was able to be more of myself and "experiment" with some behaviours.
You know what? One of the guys there has turned out to be one of my closest guy friends. It has been awesome to be liberated from two categories!
So thank you boys of the Pit. Thank you for being so absolutely un-dateable!
Monday, January 24, 2005
Sunday, January 23, 2005
Bragging
Uh, I found out at my staff meeting this morning that I am a manager at the #1 Pita Pit in the country! Whoot Whoot!
Aunt Doris
So we have this Great Aunt that lives in the next house down. She's old and she is a widow. She doesn't have much in her life but spying and knowing about the lives of others.
Last year there was a robin's nest on my parents' window sill that our cats were quite interested in. The Mama robin wasn't too keen on the cats. So my Mom put up some white paper to block off the bottom of the window from the cats. That Sunday at church Aunt Doris asked what was up with the paper on the window (this is a second floor window that faces her house - NOT the road).
For kicks since my Mom is stuck in bed she has been getting my Dad and I to put things in that window. There was a nativity oil painting for a long time. And currently there is a cardboard cut out of queen Amadala.
Oh dear.
Last year there was a robin's nest on my parents' window sill that our cats were quite interested in. The Mama robin wasn't too keen on the cats. So my Mom put up some white paper to block off the bottom of the window from the cats. That Sunday at church Aunt Doris asked what was up with the paper on the window (this is a second floor window that faces her house - NOT the road).
For kicks since my Mom is stuck in bed she has been getting my Dad and I to put things in that window. There was a nativity oil painting for a long time. And currently there is a cardboard cut out of queen Amadala.
Oh dear.
Wednesday, January 19, 2005
Thank You
1 Thessalonians 5:5-11 (New International Version)
You are all sons of the light and sons of the day. We do not belong to the night or to the darkness. So then, let us not be like others, who are asleep, but let us be alert and selfcontrolled. For those who sleep, sleep at night, and those who get drunk, get drunk at night. But since we belong to the day, let us be selfcontrolled, putting on faith and love as a breastplate, and the hope of salvation as a helmet. For God did not appoint us to suffer wrath but to receive salvation through our Lord Jesus Christ. He died for us so that, whether we are awake or asleep, we may live together with him. Therefore encourage one another and build each other up, just as in fact you are doing.
You are all sons of the light and sons of the day. We do not belong to the night or to the darkness. So then, let us not be like others, who are asleep, but let us be alert and selfcontrolled. For those who sleep, sleep at night, and those who get drunk, get drunk at night. But since we belong to the day, let us be selfcontrolled, putting on faith and love as a breastplate, and the hope of salvation as a helmet. For God did not appoint us to suffer wrath but to receive salvation through our Lord Jesus Christ. He died for us so that, whether we are awake or asleep, we may live together with him. Therefore encourage one another and build each other up, just as in fact you are doing.
Monday, January 17, 2005
Gone But Not Forgotten
Seven years ago today my buddy Aaron died. We weren't that close, but we had a certain understanding. Aaron was one of those dudes who wore Nine Inch Nails and Gwar shirts and painted his fingernails black and died his long hair dark colours. He wore big black boots and listened to heavy music. He smoked just about everything. He was smart, super smart. And he had wit. He had a passion for English and Drama. We had those classes together every year in high school.
In grade 11 our class put on a production of The Jungle Book. Aaron was Shere Khan and I was Bagheera. Like any production the cast gets very tight in the process. Shortly after the production was finished Aaron went to a party. The drugs he brought with him were not getting him high. So he went into the medicine cabinet at the house he was at and found some morphine. The morphine didn't do anything for him, so he took some more. He didn't know they were time release pills. He told his girlfriend that he was sleepy and that she should wake him up in the morning when their ride came. He never woke up.
I was away for the weekend when this happened and when I went to school on Monday I could sense that something was wrong. I went into the main office to do the morning announcements and the Vice Principal told me what had happened. I sat through my first period spare in a daze. My second period class was Drama. Our teacher was great about letting us deal with this shock in whatever way we needed too. My first class after lunch was with Aaron too. The teacher for that English class couldn't even remain in the room. He was too upset.
My Drama teacher arranged to have a field trip to Aaron's funeral. It was packed. Just packed. And at it I learned some things. I knew Aaron was Dutch (his last name is/was Van Vark) but I didn't know he was CRC. The pastor in his sermon talked about how involved Aaron was in the youth group and how he had taught Sunday school and a host of other things. ALL of this was news to me and others. Aaron would not have been the first person I would have said was a Christian. He had never expressed anything about his faith to us. I was blown away.
In the months following his death I struggled to know what I was learning from this event. Don't do drugs...ok, stay out of the medicine cabinet...umm ...I didn't know. Later that year I started to become a Christian and Aaron's death took on a new sort of meaning for me. And now 7 years later that meaning is stronger.
I don't know what I would do if I were to die tonight and people came to my funeral and were surprised that I was a Christian. Would I really be a Christian if there was that surprise? The death of someone I cared for as a friend and as a fellow freaky artsy type shook me up and taught me something that is simple. I need to let Christ permeate all aspects of my life, i.e. let no part of my life be untouched by Him.
In grade 11 our class put on a production of The Jungle Book. Aaron was Shere Khan and I was Bagheera. Like any production the cast gets very tight in the process. Shortly after the production was finished Aaron went to a party. The drugs he brought with him were not getting him high. So he went into the medicine cabinet at the house he was at and found some morphine. The morphine didn't do anything for him, so he took some more. He didn't know they were time release pills. He told his girlfriend that he was sleepy and that she should wake him up in the morning when their ride came. He never woke up.
I was away for the weekend when this happened and when I went to school on Monday I could sense that something was wrong. I went into the main office to do the morning announcements and the Vice Principal told me what had happened. I sat through my first period spare in a daze. My second period class was Drama. Our teacher was great about letting us deal with this shock in whatever way we needed too. My first class after lunch was with Aaron too. The teacher for that English class couldn't even remain in the room. He was too upset.
My Drama teacher arranged to have a field trip to Aaron's funeral. It was packed. Just packed. And at it I learned some things. I knew Aaron was Dutch (his last name is/was Van Vark) but I didn't know he was CRC. The pastor in his sermon talked about how involved Aaron was in the youth group and how he had taught Sunday school and a host of other things. ALL of this was news to me and others. Aaron would not have been the first person I would have said was a Christian. He had never expressed anything about his faith to us. I was blown away.
In the months following his death I struggled to know what I was learning from this event. Don't do drugs...ok, stay out of the medicine cabinet...umm ...I didn't know. Later that year I started to become a Christian and Aaron's death took on a new sort of meaning for me. And now 7 years later that meaning is stronger.
I don't know what I would do if I were to die tonight and people came to my funeral and were surprised that I was a Christian. Would I really be a Christian if there was that surprise? The death of someone I cared for as a friend and as a fellow freaky artsy type shook me up and taught me something that is simple. I need to let Christ permeate all aspects of my life, i.e. let no part of my life be untouched by Him.
Sunday, January 16, 2005
Saturday, January 15, 2005
Friday, January 14, 2005
Don't Be Bored
Tonight I am playing at the McMaster Habitat for Humanity Coffeehouse. It is in Wentworth House across from the Phoenix (W-House is the building on the left when you turn into Mac). It starts at 8pm. I'm on at 9pm. I don't know what the cover charge is.
Saturday night my brother and I will be hanging out. I think we'll make a brief cameo at the Kim Furtney bon voyage party and then head over to Brassie's around 8:30 or 9. My brother has not sampled their fine, fine nachos. So please join us there and spend some time basking in our sibling wit. Call me if you want to know where we are.
Saturday night my brother and I will be hanging out. I think we'll make a brief cameo at the Kim Furtney bon voyage party and then head over to Brassie's around 8:30 or 9. My brother has not sampled their fine, fine nachos. So please join us there and spend some time basking in our sibling wit. Call me if you want to know where we are.
Thursday, January 13, 2005
Youth Ministry: Worth more than a cup of coffee?
I remember the joy I felt when I was finally old enough to have my first "spare" in highschool. There was something mystical about that period of the day when you didn't have to sit in class. Oh, and how great was it when you had your spare at a time of day when you could take advantage of it; long lunches, arriving late, leaving early. The bliss. Of course you were expected to be doing work of a scholastic persuasion during this time period. And I'm sure that is what was happening all day long in the cafeteria.
I was not a Christian when I started highschool. It wasn't until the age of 16 that the scales started to fall from my eyes. I was also full of tact, as any teenager was. So as sweeping changes and reforms were happening in my life I made the assumption that my family should be doing the same thing. This resulted in many fights and sore heads from so much butting.
Then there was the guy from Youth for Christ. His name was Daryl and he actually runs the ministry in Northumberland. Once a week he came to my highschool around lunch and would just join various tables in the cafeteria while they ate. Most people knew who he was or that he came weekly. He was there to talk and he was there to listen.
Anytime my world was crumbling I could talk with Daryl. We'd grab a drink from the caf and go for a walk, or to the pier, or just sit. I would tell him about how unfair my parents were being about everything and he would tip the angle of my view just enough that I might see where my parents were coming from. I would cry about the things I wanted to do with my life and he would encourage me to set goals and achieve them. I could ask my new Christian questions without fear of feeling stupid.
Having someone like that around kept me sane, but it also kept me growing and wanting to know more about Christ. I ended up on both the music team and the team to Ghana with that ministry. I also worked for them for a while. And as a result of that love that was shown to me I have a strong desire to pass it along. I am now a Religion & Theology and Theatre major at a Christian university.
Tsunami relief is sorely needed and please give and give till you can give no more. There is terrible suffering happening there. But when you are balancing your budget for this new year please don't forget your local ministries. The ones that are battling the suffering in your backyard.
I was not a Christian when I started highschool. It wasn't until the age of 16 that the scales started to fall from my eyes. I was also full of tact, as any teenager was. So as sweeping changes and reforms were happening in my life I made the assumption that my family should be doing the same thing. This resulted in many fights and sore heads from so much butting.
Then there was the guy from Youth for Christ. His name was Daryl and he actually runs the ministry in Northumberland. Once a week he came to my highschool around lunch and would just join various tables in the cafeteria while they ate. Most people knew who he was or that he came weekly. He was there to talk and he was there to listen.
Anytime my world was crumbling I could talk with Daryl. We'd grab a drink from the caf and go for a walk, or to the pier, or just sit. I would tell him about how unfair my parents were being about everything and he would tip the angle of my view just enough that I might see where my parents were coming from. I would cry about the things I wanted to do with my life and he would encourage me to set goals and achieve them. I could ask my new Christian questions without fear of feeling stupid.
Having someone like that around kept me sane, but it also kept me growing and wanting to know more about Christ. I ended up on both the music team and the team to Ghana with that ministry. I also worked for them for a while. And as a result of that love that was shown to me I have a strong desire to pass it along. I am now a Religion & Theology and Theatre major at a Christian university.
Tsunami relief is sorely needed and please give and give till you can give no more. There is terrible suffering happening there. But when you are balancing your budget for this new year please don't forget your local ministries. The ones that are battling the suffering in your backyard.
Wednesday, January 12, 2005
what was i thinking?
so i was looking for the lyrics to one of my songs on my computer and i found a songless lyric that i wrote in sept...i have zero idea what the muse was for this sucker...enjoy:
I thought things might be different
Then you stuck your foot out
The mud will wash away
But the stain remains
Just tell me how it really is
How you’d like it ‘so’
Tell me how you want it baby
I submit. I’m done
I like it,
I love it,
I want more of it,
I’m your crazy baby
Just ask.
Forgive me for being sassy
Forgive me for being brisk
I thought before I eat the whip
I might get to test the leather
I thought things might be different
I thought they may have changed
I thought we moved locations
Then I remembered you were you.
I thought things might be different
Then you stuck your foot out
The mud will wash away
But the stain remains
Just tell me how it really is
How you’d like it ‘so’
Tell me how you want it baby
I submit. I’m done
I like it,
I love it,
I want more of it,
I’m your crazy baby
Just ask.
Forgive me for being sassy
Forgive me for being brisk
I thought before I eat the whip
I might get to test the leather
I thought things might be different
I thought they may have changed
I thought we moved locations
Then I remembered you were you.
Friday, January 07, 2005
Career
Over the holidays I was asked a lot what I was going to do for a job after university. I gave some standard dodgy replies, but today while taking a crap I had an epiphany. I will design garden gnomes for celebrities. It is so clear to me now. Why didn't I see this before?
Thursday, January 06, 2005
Do you ever..
Do you ever pick up the 11 books for your one class and say to yourself "if this was my only class then I would surely do all the reading"
sigh.
sigh.
Wednesday, January 05, 2005
Easier With Age
Today in conversation with Rachel Breimer I discovered that I am not the only one who has started to cry more with age. Rachel concurred that it has been getting easier to cry as she gets older. I was glad that I was not the only one who thought this.
Then I got to thinking, what else has become easier with age. It isn't like I am old, not even a quarter century (23.5 on Christmas day). But there are some things that have indeed needed less effort as I have aged.
The first two that came to mind were listening to country music and drinking less. The drinking I think I can explain. I got a lot of that wild stuff out of my system a while ago. But the country music is baffling me. If you have any suggestions please let me know.
Then I got to thinking, what else has become easier with age. It isn't like I am old, not even a quarter century (23.5 on Christmas day). But there are some things that have indeed needed less effort as I have aged.
The first two that came to mind were listening to country music and drinking less. The drinking I think I can explain. I got a lot of that wild stuff out of my system a while ago. But the country music is baffling me. If you have any suggestions please let me know.
Sunday, January 02, 2005
I haven't posted since last year...
Has anyone else's holiday gone entirely too quick? Oy! I feel like it was only a few days ago that I got home from Hamilton and tomorrow I head back. Man oh man.
New Year Fresh Start, Resolution Type Things:
New Year Fresh Start, Resolution Type Things:
- starting a fitness accountability work-out system with Kat
- less pizza
- less East Side Mario's
- less pitas (or at least less bacon)
- less pop
- more lovin'
- more cleanin'
- maintain my God routine and make it better
- lean on God more and for more
- give more hugs
- slit less throats
- learn to cook well for soon-to-be roommate
- love myself more
There, its out in the open...eek. Providential blessings to you and yer kin for 2005.
Courage grows at the wound.
Thursday, December 30, 2004
Read into this what you will....
I Can't Say No
It ain't so much a question of not knowing what to do.
I knowed whut's right and wrong since I been ten.
I heared a lot of stories and I reckon they are true
About how girls're put upon by men.
I know I mustn't fall into the pit, But when I'm with a feller, I fergit!
I'm jist a girl who cain't say no, I'm in a turrible fix
I always say "come on, le's go" Jist when I orta say nix!
When a person tries to kiss a girl, I know she orta give his face a smack.
But as soon as someone kisses me, I somehow, sorta, wanta kiss him back!
I'm jist a fool when lights are low
I cain't be prissy and quaint
I ain't the type that can faint
How c'n I be whut I ain't?
I cain't say no!
Whut you goin' to do when a feller gits flirty, and starts to talk purty?
Whut you goin' to do?
S'posin' 'at he says 'at yer lips're like cherries, er roses, er berries?
Whut you goin' to do?
S'posin' 'at he says 'at you're sweeter 'n cream, And he's gotta have cream er die?
Whut you goin' to do when he talks that way, Spit in his eye?
I'm jist a girl who cain't say no, Cain't seem to say it at all
I hate to disserpoint a beau When he is payin' a call!
Fer a while I ack refined and cool, A settin on the velveteen setee
Nen I think of thet ol' golden rule, And do fer him what he would do fer me!
I cain't resist a Romeo In a sombrero and chaps
Soon as I sit on their laps Somethin' inside of me snaps
I cain't say no!
It ain't so much a question of not knowing what to do.
I knowed whut's right and wrong since I been ten.
I heared a lot of stories and I reckon they are true
About how girls're put upon by men.
I know I mustn't fall into the pit, But when I'm with a feller, I fergit!
I'm jist a girl who cain't say no, I'm in a turrible fix
I always say "come on, le's go" Jist when I orta say nix!
When a person tries to kiss a girl, I know she orta give his face a smack.
But as soon as someone kisses me, I somehow, sorta, wanta kiss him back!
I'm jist a fool when lights are low
I cain't be prissy and quaint
I ain't the type that can faint
How c'n I be whut I ain't?
I cain't say no!
Whut you goin' to do when a feller gits flirty, and starts to talk purty?
Whut you goin' to do?
S'posin' 'at he says 'at yer lips're like cherries, er roses, er berries?
Whut you goin' to do?
S'posin' 'at he says 'at you're sweeter 'n cream, And he's gotta have cream er die?
Whut you goin' to do when he talks that way, Spit in his eye?
I'm jist a girl who cain't say no, Cain't seem to say it at all
I hate to disserpoint a beau When he is payin' a call!
Fer a while I ack refined and cool, A settin on the velveteen setee
Nen I think of thet ol' golden rule, And do fer him what he would do fer me!
I cain't resist a Romeo In a sombrero and chaps
Soon as I sit on their laps Somethin' inside of me snaps
I cain't say no!
Tuesday, December 28, 2004
Simple
There is great joy in the simple pleasure of watching t.v by the fire place and having it be so warm that you fall asleep. Both my brother and i did that today and it was beautiful.
(i got a tiger skin rug for Christmas, it'll look great infront of the fireplace at my house in ancaster: applications for being my boyfriend can be submitted by email or in person ;) )
(i got a tiger skin rug for Christmas, it'll look great infront of the fireplace at my house in ancaster: applications for being my boyfriend can be submitted by email or in person ;) )
Tuesday, December 21, 2004
Dutch
I had my first croquet (crocket, crocuket..i don't know how to spell it!)last night. I'm not sure what I thought about it. Just please don't tell my Dad that I'm getting even more into Dutch culture.
Saturday, December 18, 2004
Are you studying "too much" too?
-sometimes i study so hard i become an inuit with no arms
-sometimes this is what i feel like after an exam
-and sometimes i just can't handle anymore!
Friday, December 17, 2004
Different
Can you image how different the Psalms would be if they had been written by teenage girls?
Thursday, December 16, 2004
Pondering whilst wandering
I was thinking while I was driving home tonight about what a wonder it is that we can make Christmas lights do so many things, yet we can't cure cancer.
Next Semester
Classes i am taking next semester:
- 19th Century Drama
- Church History II
- Old Testament Writings: The Pentateuch
- Theology of Mission
- Storytelling
are you in any of my classes?
Tuesday, December 14, 2004
I think there are a lot of people that need to hear this right now.
i've had questions, without answers
i've known sorrow, i have known pain
but theres one thing, that i'll cling to
you are faithful, Jesus you're true
when hope is lost, i'll call you saviour
when pain surrounds, i'll call you healer
when silence falls, you'll be the song within my heart
in the lone hour, of my sorrow
through the darkest night of my soul
you surround me, and sustain me
my defender, forever more
when hope is lost, i'll call you saviour
when pain surrounds, i'll call you healer
when silence falls, you'll be the song within my heart
i will praise you, i will praise you
when the tears fall, still i will sing to you
i will praise you, Jesus praise you
through the suffereing still i will sing
when hope is lost, i'll call you saviour
when pain surrounds, i'll call you healer
when silence falls, you'll be the song within my heart
- Tim Hughes
i've known sorrow, i have known pain
but theres one thing, that i'll cling to
you are faithful, Jesus you're true
when hope is lost, i'll call you saviour
when pain surrounds, i'll call you healer
when silence falls, you'll be the song within my heart
in the lone hour, of my sorrow
through the darkest night of my soul
you surround me, and sustain me
my defender, forever more
when hope is lost, i'll call you saviour
when pain surrounds, i'll call you healer
when silence falls, you'll be the song within my heart
i will praise you, i will praise you
when the tears fall, still i will sing to you
i will praise you, Jesus praise you
through the suffereing still i will sing
when hope is lost, i'll call you saviour
when pain surrounds, i'll call you healer
when silence falls, you'll be the song within my heart
- Tim Hughes
Is it too much to ask?
is it too much to ask to have employees remember that they have shifts?
is it too much to ask to have them be on time?
is it too much to ask to have them have a good attitude when working (i don't care what you think of me or the store, just please don't fight me every time i ask you to do the dishes or wear a hat!)?
is it too much to ask to have the basic rules followed?
is it too much to ask to have them remember that managers also have an outside life and are also going through exams?
is it too much to ask them to oh, i don't know, "work" during their shifts?
i know i don't command respect but is it too much to ask to have a little thrown my way?
i just don't think i should be having chest pains during shifts. i'm not getting paid enough to warrant having chest pains.
gah!
is it too much to ask to have them be on time?
is it too much to ask to have them have a good attitude when working (i don't care what you think of me or the store, just please don't fight me every time i ask you to do the dishes or wear a hat!)?
is it too much to ask to have the basic rules followed?
is it too much to ask to have them remember that managers also have an outside life and are also going through exams?
is it too much to ask them to oh, i don't know, "work" during their shifts?
i know i don't command respect but is it too much to ask to have a little thrown my way?
i just don't think i should be having chest pains during shifts. i'm not getting paid enough to warrant having chest pains.
gah!
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