Friday, August 29, 2008
Thursday, August 28, 2008
The in-studio TV was on CNN, so when 10:00 rolled around Barack Obama consumed the tube. Now I'm not into politics, but (even in Canada) we've been force fed the American election, and as a result I know a little bit about what's going on. Well as I was watching the closed captioning roll across the screen I found myself cheering on The Rock... er... Barack when he talked about change. That's when I realized I'm big on change. When Barack threw out the line: "The greatest risk we can take is to try the same old politics with the same old players and expect a different result." I was like yeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!
I like change. Even when things are going well, I crave change. Let's change it, make it better! It's part of the learning process. Is it great? No? Then let's change it! What's the worst that could happen? It doesn't work and we try something else.
It can be simple change. Rearrange the furniture in your room every couple of weeks. Take a different route home. Try something new at your favorite restaurant. Change is good. It adds variety to life. I'm not sure if it's a strength or weakness, but it's who I am. I like change.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
If you know me, you know I'm a dreamer. I like to think big. I like to imagine what life could be like if everyone had a chance to experience God. I like to think I could play a part in God revealing himself to people in Central Ontario, and more specifically Barrie. I'm reading a book by Erwin McManus right now, called "Wide Awake." It talks a lot about dreaming, and how God has planted a dream inside each of us. (See the trailer below) It's been challenging me a lot. It seems every time I read one of Erwin's books it stirs up something deep within me. Maybe because he talks a lot about adventure, living an extraordinary life and taking risks. All things that resonate with me. If I could take 6 months a year, and set them aside for missions trips I would be so pumped! From building an orphanage in Africa, to working with former sex slaves in Thailand, to rebuilding homes in New Orleans, to working a camp for abuse victims in Trinidad... that would be sweet! Or closer to home, what if there was a place that nurtured dreams? That encouraged creativity? That was a gathering point for thinkers, artists, musicians and dreamers alike? What if that place was one of the tools God used to encounter his people? I believe that place can exist. Maybe it's the dreamer in me, but I want to be a part of it when it happens.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Monday, August 25, 2008
Today was an especially bad Monday though. I woke up at 8:30, and it felt like something was trying to escape from my stomach. (I saw a lump moving around, pushing against my stomach from the inside, but it was probably just a hallucination) I then spent a good 30 minutes emptying my stomach of, well everything. To add to the sex appeal I was sweating so bad it looked like I had just gone swimming! For real, my shirt was soaked. It was a crappy way to start the week. The weird thing was that as I lay in bed watching this tennis ball sized lump move around my abdomen I wasn't scared. I watched it and said to myself: "this is some bad trip I'm on." I knew it wasn't really happening, but I could see and feel it. Messed up! After my episode this morning I went back to bed and I guess I slept it off. I woke up a little later and I was feeling better.
Friday, August 22, 2008
This Saturday and Sunday, if you are looking for something to do, AJ The Wonderdog is trapped on the Ferris wheel at the Barrie Fair. So if you want to keep him company, make sure to say Hi to him. He also has a portable DVD player which was donated to him by one AWESOME anonymous donor *coughmecough*, so you guys can watch movies when you are up there.
He is there from 12 to 10 tomorrow, and then on Sunday 12 to 5, so do not miss him
Thursday, August 21, 2008
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Tuesday, August 19, 2008
The reason we took the trip was to see Yankee Stadium before it was turned into a parking lot, but Yankee Stadium wasn't the hilite I thought it would be. It was still sweet to visit the house that Ruth built, but not the surreal experience I was expecting. Maybe it was because it was pouring rain, or maybe because the fans and stadium employees were kinda cold. New Yorkers would consider it blasphamy, but the stadium 4 hours north won my vote more than Yankee Stadium. New York City was sweet though. We took a bus tour and visited Central Park, Ground Zero, Greenwich Village, SoHo and (of course) Times Square.
Boston was our last stop, and although we didn't spend time in the city, I won't forget the experience. We didn't have tickets to the game when we arrived, so we had to lineup outside and hope we could scoop up some game day sales (they hold 200 tix for the day of). Well there was over 1000 people in line before us. Uh oh. Long story short, we waited for 3 hours (other left the line in favor of scalped tickets) and scored seats right behind the plate! And it just got better! The fans were crazy! They were so loud and (shockingly) nice. It was probably the best experience I've had at a baseball game. I'd love to go back.
So the recap, Washington was sooooo much fun. New York was totally cool, but I'd never want to live there. And Boston was the best baseball experience of my life.
Monday, August 18, 2008
Thursday, August 14, 2008
I am not sure if I really do have a paranoia or I am just self conscious, but if I go more then 30 minutes without looking at the thing, I will shake, quite literally
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Monday, August 11, 2008
I am Junky Rhodes. I am 21 years old... and I am still going through puberty. Well, at least my face is. I had this feeling of a zit coming above my eyebrow, so I did the responsible thing. Rather then spending hours in front of the mirror trying to fix the problem with my bare hands, I took some cleansing pads, and used them on my "blemish", thinking that would do the trick and life would go back to normal.
That would be a negative. Instead, it made the thing twice as big. That was nice. So all day long people have been doing that thing where they start talking to you... and then they start slowing down... and they slow down and just stop themselves and ask "Did you get hit in the head?" I am rather annoyed at it... so I am asking you... Which paper mask do you like better. I have narrowed it down to these three
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Over the past couple weeks we were noticing our dog was overheating on a regular basis. With minimal exercise she'd be super thirsty. She'd crave a swim just to cool off. When she'd be out in the sun, I'd go pet her back and the wool would be so hot. Crystal and I figured it wouldn't be fair to keep her wooly in 30+ degree heat. (Even if she was super cute) So today I took her to the groomers to get trimmed. She was kind of excited to be there, but once we got inside and I had to leave she had second thoughts. I dropped her off just after 12:00 and left for work. At 4:30 I got a call saying she was ready to be picked up. So I drove over and they brought out a dog they claimed was mine... except this one looked nothing like the ball of wool I dropped off 4 hours earlier. This dog was skinny and had HUGE eyes. Could this be my little Snax? I guess so. So we made our way out to the car, except she didn't want to come. I picked her up and carried her out to the car, "maybe it's cause it's raining" I thought to myself. We drove home and parked inside the garage so she wouldn't get wet. But again she didn't want to walk. So I carried her inside and as soon as we got through the door, she bolted for the couch and buried herself under the blanket so just her head was sticking out. Uh oh... She's embarrased. She doesn't like her haircut (but really who does like their hair after it's cut). Well she gave me the cold shoulder for the rest of the dinner hour. The dog who loved to play ball, wouldn't even look when I threw the ball. The dog who loved to run around was now lying/hiding under the blanket on the couch. I traumatized my dog. I was just trying to be a good owner... Now she hates me. Good thing she'll forget by the weekend and we'll be best friends again!
Snax after the groomer.