Going, Going, Hello Newfoundland!

I LOVE NEWFIES!!!

So I'm off to Newfoundfound land tomorrow. This shall be my third time on the rock. I am tres excited.

Everyday I hear the planes fly over the office and think, "I wish I was going somewhere". Tomorrow I will hope no longer.

For those of you who are unware, my best friend is going to birth a child this month. I won't let my heart of stone perception stand any longer as I confess this: I cry when I think about kissing her little nose (the baby, not Tiffanie)

We're hoping she is born while I'm there so I can experience the miracle of life with her. I experienced it once before from the other end, I don't remember much.

The true reason for my travels is to reunite with my Kids Travel Company Partner, Anna, to do some kids programs! I'm expecting some pretty amazing things to happen and a lot of laughter.

SO! I'm not sure I'll be updating whilst I am away but I sure will fill you when I get back.

Love to you all,

M

A little girl advice for you men.

Tonight as I sit in the bathroom on the toilet (lid down, pants up) waiting for my nails to dry, I thought I'd share some of the wisest advice I have ever given.

I have a friend who likes to complain about woman (I know what you're thinking "oh we have the same friend" no, we don't, it's just men in general you're thinking of). He is particularily un-fond of the phrase "I think we should just be friends". I agree. It's not very creative.

This is what I told him:

'Here's a trick for you. Next time a girl tells you she just wants to be friends, become her best friend and change her mind'

Gold.

Then I said:

"And when you do and start giving that advice to all your guy friends, I'll let you quote me on that"

Let all try and be a little more original with our excuses, okay girls?

That goes for you too boys.

M

P.S I do always welcome comments, but please, let's not over analyze this with relentless banter about how girls/boys should this or that. I also do not want to hear about how girls like to play games. I simply won't have such truthful nonsense on my blog.

Weekend Gift to You.

I have nothing to say and don't generally post on the weekends so I leave you this to fill the void:



I laughed for a very long time and then some.

See more awkward pet and family photos at www.awkwardfamilyphotos.com

little-old-beautiful-thought-provoking houses

I find myself longing these days to visit Didsbury to take a fall walk to look at all the really beautiful old houses. It sparked some thoughts.

If you find yourself longing for me to just get to the point, then skip on down to the title in bold reading 'the actual thought provoked'. Perserverence cookies for all those who endure though!

I decided recently that I am not the city girl I thought I once was. I like living in a small town and the type of life that it encourages. Farmiliar people everywhere you go, a good sense of community and less of a push to buy anything and everything you don't need. I know, I love starbucks too but nothing compares to a small privately owned cafe where the mugs dont match and the furniture whispers "I've easedropped on all your conversations"

Sure I love the city and some of my best memories are city memories. Some of my favorite places, like Hong Kong, are in fact huge cities.

I'd like to live in the 'in between' but that goes for everything in life doesn't it? Really though, its black and white vs. grey for everything these days but that's just a whole other topic I full on fight with everyday of my adult life.

I say all of this because I never knew that I liked little old houses way better than new ones. I didn't know that big city life makes me want to run far far away. In fact, I'm realizing I didn't know a lot about myself.

I'd say that maybe I am forever changing but really maybe the "you" that I am learning is myself these days.(Another JM reference for JB and his BS..jokes! I'd love to chat JM anytime, anywhere with you now that my mind is reeling about all interpretations I may have missed). Perhaps all these things I'm discovering aren't new, I just didn't know them about myself. They call that self realization, right?

The actual thought provoked:
It's all funny as I think of it. Growing up all I did was strive to be just like everyone else. Being unique was a curse and something I tried to neutralize like cat urine on a matress (<3 to V&R.W).

Now all I want is to be different. I don't want my house to look like it comes in a set with everyone elses. I want it to look lived in with character. And I don't want to look like every other girl, I want to stand out..with character.

What I thought was a curse is the biggest blessing I get to wake up to every morning. Individuality.

Dear young girls everywhere,

Be authenticaly you. You will be more loved for it in the end. Reach in and grab ahold of who you are no matter how quirky, morbid or dis-enchanting you might think you may be.

If you seriously like taxadermy, then full on love it.

If you're a quiet girl, then be quiet. It's beautiful.

If you're a loud girl, then be loud. It's hilarious.

If you're personality shines brighter than ten ruby sequined dresses put together, then dazzle everyone around you!

And if you see the world in shades of tan, write about it because that's really interesting.

"I once feared being a factory reject, now I fear being a product cookie cutter consumerism"

You can quote me on it.

Love always,

M

This is what dreams are made of...

After young adults service, my brand spanking new friends and I go to Boston Pizza. Every. Time.

I must confess, I don't like BP's very much. I feel like it's glorified microwave dinners. That's besides the point of this post.

We go there habitually to see Tom, our forever waiter and manager.

I like to have conversations with people who serve me whether it's at the gas bar, restaurant or grocery store. I have made it a point to look people in the eye when I speak to them so they know that I am really meaning that "hi, how are you" or "thanks, have a good day". I throw in a joke or two, maybe a compliment if I mean it (because no one likes to be told that the sweater that they are wearing is nice when they you know it's ugly)

We've become friends with our server through our "tom fooler" (so punny) and antics. So much so that we text him (and vice versa) to tell him if were coming or not. He definitely goes out of his way to make us happy and gives us perks for being most likely his favorite regulars.

Last week Tom told us he wants to come to a service with us to check it out. No expectation was put on him, no prompting, no cheesy gimmicks or lines just pure friendship.

Friendship I decided, is my new battle weapon.

I've been dying to say this for the last two weeks now: I haven't been this excited about the kingdom in a long time. THIS is what I live for. Literally. This is what I honestly breathe for. Drawing people in by just being.

I could do this for a living, and maybe I really am.

I dare you to look someone in the eye today. To ask for a name. To wish a shift to pass quickly and to start all conversations on a deeper note, especially when socially not required.

Maybe then all the cliches will wash away only to expose something very simple and true: christians are just people.

New Boy on the Block

What's better than getting dressed up for an evening and meeting some new? Okay, so he's moving a little fast with him being naked and all but you gotta give a guy props for effort right?

**disclaimer: this is a statue. I know that is obvious to most of my readers however I am "covering my butt" on this one.

Things you don't know about me

-I used to have a lazy eye lid that a surgeon stitched up for me when I was a kid. It is the reason one of my eye lids blinks sometimes without the other.

-I literally jump into bed every night. It's a good time.

-My phone is literally on 24 hours a day, 7 days a week.

-I count down in my head 10 seconds to complete tasks or count up steps or motions

Example: If I am pressed for time in the shower, I only allot 10 seconds to wash my hair, ten seconds to rinse and so on. If I complete a step faster than ten seconds, I get to start the next step on the previous steps remaining time (which is good because shaving takes longer than shampooing). I also allot myself ten seconds to stand under the shower at the end as a reward. Time for tasks is ALWAYS counted down (10-9-8-7-...). It's usually always in 10 second increments.

When I walk up stairs, I count them. When I wisk an egg, I count the whisks. I dont think I do it all the time, only when I am anxious, uncomfortable or very concentrated. Then again, maybe I do but just don't notice.

Is there a term for this?

-I paint and make art. It's new.

-I have a book with letters to my future husband dating back to my teen years. I update once in a while (as in every two years when I find the book by accident) but mostly by writing this: "seriously, I was so lame two years ago". I plan to burn these mothers down before I pass away single and am embarassed out of my new holy body in heaven.

-I keep all letters and cards when someone writes thoughtful things. I still have letters from kids in my class in grade 3 when I had my tonsils removed. One of them updated me on an important issue in the class, it says "Clint still does not wear any shoes". I liked Clint and still remember giggling about this card.

-I have an incredible memory. It doesn't work much for dates/names/facts but does for people and events. Usually if I remember something you've said or have done, I can see in my mind exactly where you were and the things around you. My first three memories I have were before the age of two, verified by my mother.

-Anyone still reading?

-I get anxious when my knowledge is tested. If you want to see me go red and stutter, ask me about politics, math, geography and anything going on in the world. Numbers are the worst, nah actually politics..im getting the shakes even thinking about the lack of knowledge I posses. Who knew Jesus wasn't the "answer" to everything...I knew I disliked Sunday School for a reason...

-My most irrational fear is of snakes. I do not recommend testing this, unless you don't want to be friends anymore.

-I think scrubs are the sexiest thing a man can wear. "helloooo doctor" "Eww, Meaghan, he is seriously 50 years old". Scrubs are magical pieces of clothing.

-My favorite band when I was six was a rock band named 'Roxette'. I saw them in concert when I was in kindergarten and wore the t-shirt I got as a dress to school the next day with a belt. I've stretched it out over the years and still wear it today. The picture above is actually of the shirt I own. Joyride tour 1991-1992.