Joy!

Phil 3:1a "Finally, my brethren, rejoice in the Lord."

Paul doesn’t just command us to, "Rejoice!" and end it there. He gives us on object to gaze upon. Not circumstances. Not family. Not love. Not education. Not money. Not status. Not entertainment.

He shows us the Lord. The one who will never fade, change or disappear. The one who emptied himself, humbled himself and became obedient unto death. The one who God has highly exalted and given a name which is above every name! The one that I bow to. The one who is my Saviour.

female teenaged computers

Okay, so my last post was a cop out in that I basically made you all read a forward. Well sorry to disappoint but this is another cop out. I was reading the help desk postings at work (this is the best way to find out if someone new has been hired in your department) and found this gem. I could not contain my full belly laugh. Enjoy:

"Last night my computer wouldn't shut down for some reason. I removed a black cord sticking out of the wall and it seemed to help it shut down. This morning my computer turned on, Outlook opened, but no contacts. I closed outlook and attempted to open it again, It was mad at me so it wouldn't open. After about 5 attempts to open outlook I went to the help desk and about 4 mintues later as I'm typing in my troubles, outlook opened. Go figure. And then my contacts appeared. This is a critical issue and is causing a lot of distress. I'm concerned my computer is developing a personality similar to my teenage children. They need me, I need them, we love each other deeply, but when called upon to do something... they suddenly have something else they'd rather do. In human years, how old is my computer and is it by chance a girl?"

prarie poem

This was emailed to me by a friend who recently shifted from "the prairies" to Vancouver. The irony: 

 

 WHY I LOVE  THE PRARIES 
Author Unknown

When it's Christmas on the prairies   
And the gentle breezes blow,
About sixty miles an hour
And it's forty-five below.
You can tell you're  on the prairies 
'Cause the snow's up to your butt,
And you take a breath of Christmas air
And your nostrils both freeze shut.
The weather here is wonderful,
So I guess I'll hang around,
I could NEVER leave  the prairies 
My feet are frozen to the ground!

MUD MUD MUD

A couple weeks ago I participated in an event that supposedly initiated me into the realms of cool people on the prairies. This was only following excruciating rounds of verbal torment from the two draftsmen at work: my sister, Shawna and “the coolest guy ever”, Clayton. (This is a direct quote from said source and does not in anyway describe the feelings of myself or the world in general.) Apparently I was a chicken, scaredy cat, wuss, old fogy and, worst of all, a city slicker.

The event? Mud bogging!

I prepare myself for the worst: touque, mitts, camera, shoes with grip, ugly sweats and uglier sweatshirt, Kleenex and cough candy.

So Clayton picks me up in his brand spanking new truck that’s older than even me. Marvin is large and frightening, I have to take a running leap into the truck as my legs are incapable of stepping as high as I need to. The acrobatics are accompanied with very ladylike grunts and flailing arms as I reach for the stability of the seat at some elevation far above me.

We head for the neglected backyards of the industrial park. Here Marvin puts on a show: Ponds divided and conquered, trenches gouged through knee deep mud, 90 degree hills topped and straw whipped in swirls.

I, Screech, did not screech! I maintained my cool and even summoned up courage from some deep part of me to timidly yell, “faster, faster!”

(Please note that hyperbole has been, yet again, effectively administered!)

Below are some pictures of this momentous occasion: Enjoy!