Life planners..

I'm thinking someone should start a business just making plans for people who are to busy (or overwhelmed) to it themselves! I would definetly pay for that right about now....

Someone I could give a list to, detailing the area where I want to live, how much I want to pay, have them find childcare and afterschool care, transportation schedule....all that stuff....

So much research to do...not sure how to make it all come together.

Facebook

Couldn't figure out what the buzz about facebook was.
Then I signed up.
Found a friend from highschool, sent some emails and recieved a long-overdue call from Montreal!
Very Cool!

sadly, the beast just returned, I guess it was too good to be true...

boys and their toys....

My neighbour's truck has been a thorn in my side for the last year and a half....

It's large and it's diesel, and it is parked about two feet from my bedroom wall with the muffler pointed directly towards my house.

Everymorning at 7am I am woken up to BRUMMMMMM-RMMM -RMMM -RMMM -RMMM -RMMM. The pictures bang against the walls, and the whole bed shakes, it's like an earthquake. NOT a nice way to wake up.

Two days ago I noticed he moved the truck back about 10feet or so, so it was against the kitchen wall. It still woke me up but it wasn't as bad. That was nice.

This morning (Saturday), at about 8am I didn't hear him start up his truck, but.....what I did hear was him talking to the neighbour right outside my window, describing the old truck ..."BRUMMM-RMMMM-RMMMM...." he yelled like a 3 yr old.

I just can't win!

Or so I thought.

After I got up I looked out my kitchen window to see a brand new Dodge Dakota sitting in his driveway! I was so excited! (insert happy dance here!) No more diesel waking me up everymorning!!

While in the mall....

I almost ran over a squirrel in the underground parking, he was finishing off someone's fries.

I almost got run over by a 3yr old riding her bike to the food court (full on two wheeler with training wheels, helmut and all....seriously, who lets there kid ride their bike IN the mall?)

The girl in the dollarstore called me sweetie, I looked around to make sure she was talking to me, she was. She then called the 80yr old lady behind me "hun". The girl had to have been 19. It was weird.

on second thought...

my family is going crazy. they have had to endure the never ending saga that is my major life decision. One minute, I'm selling the trailer and uprooting and moving. The next I'm staying and commuting, or maybe taking distance ed through BCIT. Or maybe I'm renting out the trailer and moving to Vancouver for year.....

I even did up my budgets and some extensive flow charts plotting out all 5 options, with lists of pro's and con's.

I made Liz read them this morning while she waited at the clinic for Jenn and Gracie.

She read them over and said "well, none of these look like they will work".

Yep, it's true, none of the plans actually work. I just need to pick one...and go with it......and make it work.

I think we all agree, I should keep my trailer...right? after all I just bought a vibrant pink flowering tree for the garden (I have to stay out of the gardening stores....they are nothing but trouble...)

The local newspaper has a section where churches can advertise their service times. It was in this section that a found an interesting article by a guest colomist. The article was entitled something to the effect of "don't let your blessing be a curse".

The author describes a recent trip to a gas station - he makes certain to note it was NOT a pay before you pump station. So on his arrival to said gas station he can't figure out why the pump won't work. Annoyed, he goes inside and inquires. The attendant responds that when she is on duty it is a pay first pump. He replies that there should be a sign to this effect on the pump. He returns to the pump and pumps his gas, but is again annoyed because the pump is going quite slow. He goes back in and complains about the situation. The attendant says "yeah, that pump has been slow for the last few days" so he feels the need to say "there should be a sign stating that on the pump".
He notes that the attendant is taking his complaints personally, and when she hands him back his change she looks at him and says "God bless you, sir". But he could tell that is not what she meant...and so he launches into a sermon about not using blessing to in fact curse someone. fair enough.
But...is it just me or did he completely miss the message of the story (his own story). It seems to me the man was being an ass, it would have been a great opportunity for him to extend some grace. Be humbled a bit by the attendants response. But in our self centered, me only world, I guess we shouldn't really be surprised ...

Like cottonballs falling from the sky......