Sunday, April 30, 2006

67% of my immediate family live within a 1 minute walking distance of my house.

Friday, April 14, 2006

God The Bounty Hunter

A few months ago I admitted to my mother that I had a new favourite show "Dog the Bounty Hunter". I love that she admitted it was her new favourite show as well (sometimes we are freakishly alike).
The Dog is in the bailbond business, he bails people out of jail and when they fail to appear in court, he hunts them down. He is swift and harsh while he arrests them. Then he puts them in the back of his car and gives them a smoke or a sandwich, let's them call their families and tells them how God changed his life, and that there is always hope, there is always a chance to change things around.
It's Easter, and I was thinking about how Jesus put up our bond when he died on the cross, though we definetly did not deserve it. Many of us have skipped out on him, turned our backs him and denied him. Like Jill said last Sunday, God always comes to seek you out. He will find you. Sometimes he is swift and harsh, but we sure get the point. He then gives mercy and grace freely. We know there is always a second chance - it's never to late.

Sunday, April 09, 2006

tommorrow is D-day

or really - pre D-day.

Tommorrow I sign the papers that allow the lawyers to serve my husband with divorce papers. It will officially be the beginning of the end. It's a strange spot to be in, I have been anxious to get this over with for some time now, but now that it's really here, I'm beginning to feel abit nauseous. No one plans for their marriage to end this way and I swore I would never be the one to file for divorce. Yet, here I am....

I really don't know if I am doing the right thing (and I'm sure their are alot of you with opinions about it) Part of me doesn't want to file, but the other part knows I'd just be dragging it out.

It's been it's been more than 18months and I didn't expect it to hit me this hard..........

Sunday, April 02, 2006

Leave it to the professionals.....


I dropped Andrew off at his Dad's tonight and came home to have a girls night in. It didn't take long to break out the hot wax and begin fixing up some of the areas that needed attention. It was a proccess I began 24hrs ago during which time my friend Rachelle called and marvelled at my bravery. I explained it wasn't bravery, just lack of funds. Desperate times call for desparate measures.....self waxing. A few quick rips in some sensitive places and the wax was promptly taken off the warmer and put back in the cupboard under the sink.

Round 2.

House to myself, hot bubble bath, ice cream, sappy movie... (I hate sappy movies, I'm not sure what's going on??) Anyway, it's at this point I get a call from a guy I went to highschool with. I foolishly answer the phone, wax strip in hand. Haven't seen him in 10yrs and he says "So, what are doing?"

Uh. Waxing my toes?

There is a reason we pay professionals for such things. Ripping hair out of my legs, eyebrows.... upperlip... (you get the point) is NOT the way to spend a girls night in. I don't care how easy the picture on the box makes it look.
The wax is now back under the sink, and my legs are a big patchy mess.

Good thing I'm single...sounds appealing doesn't it?