Rhapsody in Black

Designed to Make You Feel Like the Sane One

Thursday, August 26, 2004

Night, Sisters, and Other Unrelated Items
I had a great night. Not only was work fun, and I almost worked overtime, but the conversations were great. My great night only got better. I wont go into any details, but I am just really happy right now, really really.
Sometimes I don't understand teenagers (ie: my sister). Sometimes I want to kick her and sometimes I want to hug her, Ususally she just wants to sit with her obnoxious music and write in her journal, or talk to her plethora of boyfriends. I had to drive her to Dundas today for her horse riding lessons, which was fine by me. It's only about a 45 minute drive from my house, and you know....the drive there puts in some sister bonding time. She was supposed to meet her friens there and (from what she told me 5 seconds before she we left) her friend Greg was supposed to drive her home (I would be at work). I hop in my car and leave, right, no big deal. So I get home and on the phone xKarliEx had written a note to my mother saying "hey mum, yeah I was stupid to go horsebackriding. The Sopko's (her friends that met her in Dundas) are busy after lessons so I can't go to their house and Greg can't give me a ride baq. I'm gonna see if Sylvia can bring me baq, if not I'll call you and I'll never do this again unless I know that I'll have a ride. xKarliEx".....My thoughts: why the heck would you but everybody out if you know that plans aren't working out you selfish brat!!!!!!!!!!! I don't get it. I was never this stupid (then again I am the much much older, unconventionally wiser sister). Is that reason enough to kick her?
WEekend camping should be interesting. What began as camping inside a heated snack bar, with a microwave and couches (happy happy joy joy) turned into: unheated tent, no microwave and frogs and bats. Yeah I was really looking forward to sleeping on a couch in a heated room and calling it camping. Now I am roughing it. *sob* and on top of that, I have the beginnings of a cold. Why now, why me? Myabe I will just sleep in my car or something. Oh, and what kinds of foods do you bring camping? is tofu acceptable? Pray for me, seriously. I am such a princess when it comes to camping.
Anyways, that's it for me. I am not sure how much more I will post over the course of the weekend, as I wont be here. Have a great weekend, and enjoy the sunshine while it's here. Hey if you come here looking for something interesting and you don't find anything (during my weekend getaway) feel free to check out the links on the side. I reccommend that you don't read Sarah's, Elise's, Heidi Ellens's or Louis Dauphin's blog...they are all in hibernation, garvering, boring...hehe no I am joking. Au Revoir.

Wednesday, August 25, 2004

Ana and Mia
Here are some pictures that may shock you. You don't have to look if you don't want, I understand completely. These are the reasons why I want to counsel girls with eating disorders.

Tuesday, August 24, 2004

O Sleepless Night
{insert Christmas music here}
It wasn't like I planned this, and it even came as a surprise. What began as alittle mild flirting with time, turned into a full blown escapade. I didn't sleep a wink ;)Late night/early morning television is lacking in morality and decency; next time this happens I will rent a good movie. Eating food after about 2 A.M. tastes a bit different than usual. The morning after would be much thankful for a cup of coffee.
I'm tired, the bags under my eyes are drooping further down my face by the seconds, I can't see straight, and I am cold. Never again will I pull an alnighter, for any reason.
Work was strangely interesting last night. The atmosphere had lost almost all it's tension and it was buisness as usual. It was comfortable, enjoyable almost. Eleven weeks and counting, not somethng I am looking forward to.
This weekend I will be buying jeans, hairdye, camping food, and mittens. My friend Blaine and I are camping during the whole of the women's confrence at church. If you are from the Greater Hamilton/Toronto/Brantford/London area, or anywhere really, and you want to have a fantastic weekend, I encourage you to come out to my church. Oh there is just one requisite: you have to be a woman, they won't make you prove it or anything, but estrogen is highly encouraged as it is a said Women's Confrence. Come prepared to get your socks blessed off. All that said: I will be bundled up in my winter jacket and mittens, camping in some thin, unheated tent. Should I come back with a cold, I will be slightly perturbed.
...I am tired to the point of delirium...
Can anyone tell me the origins of the more popular word "holla"?! The guy I sit with at work says it all the time, and my cute, Polish friend asked me what it meant. Now usually I know where words come from (think Dr. Loney digression here), but I had no idea for the life of me what "holla" meant. I should ask my brother, who is under the impression that he is black.
Root Beer has become my favourite pop/soda/sodapop/icky fuzz drink. I like it's smooth taste and utter frothiness, it makes me drool. I am drinking some right now. I am also drooling right now. Well, not exactly.
Oh, here is a picture (look at your own risk). I look kind of dorky, Dr. Suess would not be proud.

Poor Aaron was so tired that night. He didn't have time to shave or shower, but he did remember my favourite cologne, so that was all that mattered :)
Oh, does anyone want a bunny? Karl, our beloved bunny is in need of a new home. We do care for the welfare of our animals, but it is annoying when the animals are really ugly. I don't like touching it because I can feel it's bones, and really no one else pays attention to it, so we feel like bad pet owners.

My princess cat Tilly takes up everyone's attention...we just can't handle a bunny and a princess. If you would like Karl (it's a female bunny we think) please email me and let me know. We will gladly give her to you cage and all.
ophelias_butterfly@hotmail.com OR
One last picture, I just have to share it. This is a picture of Tilly, we use it for her internet singles ad:

oh and one more....this is her 'fat bastard' picture:

bad scan job I know...but priceless pictures nonetheless. :) Au Revoir.

Monday, August 23, 2004

I get asked almost everyother day what is in my purse. It is so tiny that it almost doesn't function as a purse. So, to answer your question:

1. wallet
2. packet of kleenex
3. two lip balms (avon peach naturals, and N.Y.C kiss gloss
4. three papermate medium tip pens
5. work swipe card
6. my friend scott hassals photography buisness card
7. two packages of dentyne ice gum
8. folded up church notes
9. two silver rings
10. a loonie
11. set of six keys on a carabeener (sp?)

inside the wallet:
health card
suzy shier prestige card
credit card
charge card
social insurance card
shoppers drug mart optimum card
student card
hbc rewards card
drivers license
birth certificate
packet of pictures
work card
$.41 in loose change
blockbuster card
carlton card stamp

~there you have it...it seems like a lot of stuff, but really, it isn't.
~today is monday, that means the first working day since the news of closure. I am not sure what to expect when I go into work. My nerves are on the fritz.
~you know you are from the city when: a two minute drive on a dirt road means, washing, waxing and detailing your car and laughing at the fact that you can get arrested for starting a campfire. I am sure there are more, but these are the ones I've experienced in the last few days.

...moving on...
I will leave you with this song today.
I Can Only Imagine
I can only imagine what it will be like
When I walk by your side
I can only imagine what my eyes will see
When your face is before me
I can only imagine
I can only imagine

Surrounded by your glory
What will my heart feel?
Will I dance for you Jesus?
Or in awe of you be still?
Will I stand in your presence?
Or to my knees will I fall?
Will I sing hallelujah?
Will I be able to speak at all?
I can only imagine
I can only imagine

I can only imagine when that day comes
And I find myself standing in the Son
I can only imagine when all I will do
Is forever, forever worship you
I can only imagine
I can only imagine

I can only imagine
When all I will do
Is forever, forever worship you
I can only imagine.
Mine Eyes Have Seen...
I am literally speechless, or typeless however the case may be. I witnessed two miracles at my church last night. Even now as I recollect on the previous night I am still in awe of the grandeur of God, the love of God, the mighty healing touch of God. He truly is the balm of Gilead. Last night an elderly man walked into my church holding his beautiful wife's arm and a white walking stick. His eyes were blind. He walked out completely able to see. God is awesome. Another elderly lady was in a wheelchair, she got up out of her chair and began to walk. If these aren't miracles, I don't know what is?! How awesome is God?

Sunday, August 22, 2004

~congrats to Leigh and Chris who married yesterday! Cheryl please tell me they didn't go camping for their honeymoon :P
~Planning on cleaning my car today. My church is located on a very lovely camground and with campgrounds comes dusty, dirty cars. The inside is pretty bad too. There are Tim Horton cups everywhere. I like clean cars.
~I learned at church last night that there are gods in India which portray Anorexia and Bulimia. These gods are/or are supposed to cause the worshippers to binge and purge and starve themselves. Interesting.
~I have tried Tropicana Twister thanks to the suggestion of these two lovely bloggers. I really enjoyed it. So #8 on my Top Drinks list would be Tropicana Twister.
~I updated my little, conventient side profile, whilst doing that I smooshed over and wrecked the template. Do I know why? no...maybe aoi does...."come in aoi, do you read me, what did I do?"
~I feel very peaceful today.