Whatever happened to 'The Promise Ring'? Haven't heard much from them since Wood/Water... maybe that's a good thing. Anyway I got to thinking of them because it's so hot that one of their lyrics popped into my head (see title).
So it's 33 degrees C and with the humidity its 37. Apparently that's 91 degrees F. That's almost a hundred degrees (and I'm glad that I haven't seen anyone wearing sweaters). Yowzah. It's the hottest day of the year here. Not a good day to forget your water bottle (which I did).
I also forgot to write about the earthquake that happened a few weeks ago. I guess I'm just so 'island' now that these things aren't worth mentioning. A few weeks ago I experienced my first earthquake. I was sitting on the couch at work (how often does that happen) and I felt the whole building get lifted up, moved over and then put right back down again. So I asked my boss, "is there a train nearby?" because that's the only thing in Saskatchewan that rattles buildings. It was a 3.7 on the Richter scale. Here is the report if you want more details.
Can't wait til "the big one", hey mom? Pfft... I'm too island to care.
Friday, July 21, 2006
Thursday, July 20, 2006
Je suis en pizza!
Greetings fellow earthlings. Or are we? Stupidity aside, I come to bring you an update.
Baby Roberts' new expected date of arrival is January 3, 2007. Originally, when I myself calculated the due date, I said January 1, so I really wasn't too far off. I knew that all that December 11 business was out to lunch. So now Baby R is exactly one month behind its cousin on the Fowler side, as my brother Michael and his wife Kim expect their first baby on December 3, 2006.
Pete's been at teen camp since Sunday and now I'm just eating some disgusting hamburger helper in front of the computer and a Spongebob Squarepants episode, with a tall glass of chocolate milk. Expectant mother? Early Childhood Educator? I am a child at heart.
Also you should know that I'm reading a fabulously gracious, non-judgmental, cynicism-lacking book called The Irresistable Revolution by Shane Claiborne and I have many things bumping around in my head and my heart that I'm sure will formulate themselves into a blog sooner or later (and into ACTION). He may not be Kierkegaard, but its still deserving of your time (sigh, why do people put jokes on their sites when probably only one person will even understand it?)
Annnnnnnnnnnnnnyway.
Less talking, more eating as we say at lunch time in the early childhood centre.
Baby Roberts' new expected date of arrival is January 3, 2007. Originally, when I myself calculated the due date, I said January 1, so I really wasn't too far off. I knew that all that December 11 business was out to lunch. So now Baby R is exactly one month behind its cousin on the Fowler side, as my brother Michael and his wife Kim expect their first baby on December 3, 2006.
Pete's been at teen camp since Sunday and now I'm just eating some disgusting hamburger helper in front of the computer and a Spongebob Squarepants episode, with a tall glass of chocolate milk. Expectant mother? Early Childhood Educator? I am a child at heart.
Also you should know that I'm reading a fabulously gracious, non-judgmental, cynicism-lacking book called The Irresistable Revolution by Shane Claiborne and I have many things bumping around in my head and my heart that I'm sure will formulate themselves into a blog sooner or later (and into ACTION). He may not be Kierkegaard, but its still deserving of your time (sigh, why do people put jokes on their sites when probably only one person will even understand it?)
Annnnnnnnnnnnnnyway.
Less talking, more eating as we say at lunch time in the early childhood centre.
Sunday, July 16, 2006
mono-logue... or is it dia-?
my God is love.
i’m a girl born with a heart of tar, working to better my inner-self so that i can better the world with my outward-contribution. i try to love, but sometimes i find myself hating. i’m striving for virtue, sometimes i find myself in a lack of agreement with God. i’ve been born and i’ve died. i want to live my life giving to others without expecting anything in return but it’s hard when you’re so selfish. i want unity with God, unity with believers, but sometimes i separate myself from both of them. i’ve been transformed and i want to help change the world but sometimes i just don’t care. i have a purpose, a mission, yet sometimes i forget. you might find me deeply spiritual, but you might find me deeply worldly. sometimes in harmony, sometimes not. sometimes believing, sometimes not.
and so it goes.
love/hate. strife/discord. birth/death. altruism/selfishness. unity/separation. transformation/apathy. purpose/forgetfulness. spiritual/worldly. accord/inconsistency. belief/disbelief.
i have a hard time being the person that i want to be.
but i’m trying.
if i’ve been reminded of one thing lately it is how sinful i am.
awareness of how sinful i am reminds me of how little i know and how much i need God. how much we all need Him. how we can’t do anything without Him. how grateful i am that even though i forget i’m a sinner, God knows and loves me. he knows the desires in my heart and he keeps teaching me.
i want to be everything for him, but he says his grace is good enough. he’s set me free from all that i can’t yet be. but i’m on my way, i promise. every day i’m going to keep going. one day at a time.
my God is love. my God is love.
i’m a girl born with a heart of tar, working to better my inner-self so that i can better the world with my outward-contribution. i try to love, but sometimes i find myself hating. i’m striving for virtue, sometimes i find myself in a lack of agreement with God. i’ve been born and i’ve died. i want to live my life giving to others without expecting anything in return but it’s hard when you’re so selfish. i want unity with God, unity with believers, but sometimes i separate myself from both of them. i’ve been transformed and i want to help change the world but sometimes i just don’t care. i have a purpose, a mission, yet sometimes i forget. you might find me deeply spiritual, but you might find me deeply worldly. sometimes in harmony, sometimes not. sometimes believing, sometimes not.
and so it goes.
love/hate. strife/discord. birth/death. altruism/selfishness. unity/separation. transformation/apathy. purpose/forgetfulness. spiritual/worldly. accord/inconsistency. belief/disbelief.
i have a hard time being the person that i want to be.
but i’m trying.
if i’ve been reminded of one thing lately it is how sinful i am.
awareness of how sinful i am reminds me of how little i know and how much i need God. how much we all need Him. how we can’t do anything without Him. how grateful i am that even though i forget i’m a sinner, God knows and loves me. he knows the desires in my heart and he keeps teaching me.
i want to be everything for him, but he says his grace is good enough. he’s set me free from all that i can’t yet be. but i’m on my way, i promise. every day i’m going to keep going. one day at a time.
my God is love. my God is love.
Friday, July 14, 2006
Roberts Baby Numero Uno
We had our 18-week scan this morning. It was a little surreal to say the least. It's pretty strange to see this little human being that is cocooned inside of you, especially when you haven't felt it move yet. So... it's really there. The sonographer figured I was actually 15 or 16 weeks along, not 18 (which is what I guessed in the first place!), so I will have to have another scan in a couple of weeks. Nothing to complain about there... other than having to guzzle a litre of water in fifteen minutes. Definitely worth it. The little being waved to us and wiggled around and we got to see excellent shots of its little feet crossed and it's spine and ribs and hands. So cute.
I know that some people find these things hard to decipher so I tried to explain it as best as I could, but I know that sometimes they are those hidden image thing-a-ma-jigs that you have to stare at forever and let your eyes go out of focus before you can see what it really is.
I know that some people find these things hard to decipher so I tried to explain it as best as I could, but I know that sometimes they are those hidden image thing-a-ma-jigs that you have to stare at forever and let your eyes go out of focus before you can see what it really is.
Head on the left, body, the white line up by the head is a little praying arm.
Thursday, July 13, 2006
Monday, July 10, 2006
the love languages
So Pete's gone to camp and I've been totally bachin' (for all of you who are not down with the lingo [up to date on the language] that's short for bacheloretting) it up, ordering pizza every night, letting the dishes piled up, using a different cup every time that I need a drink...
Okay, he only left yesterday, but I did buy a frozen pizza, and there are a pile of dishes that were there before he left, and I used a different cup today than yesterday but that's not really beyond normal.
It has been wierd though since he left, I have to admit.
I've known that since we got married I've entered into some kind of parallel universe of matrimony, where I suddenly understood certain things that I never would've before marriage, for example, Red Green made a joke that "Love is blind... marriage is an eye-opener" and I found myself laughing and nodding, sticking my elbow into Peter's ribs saying "Ehhhh? Ehhh?!". That's really when it hit me. Woah. I'm grown-up. I laugh at married jokes. I laugh and nod and elbow people saying "Ehhh".
The other night Peter and I watched the video of our wedding and it's totally crazy that at 20 years old I commited myself in front of 200 people to one single person for the rest of my life! I mean that's a possible 80 more years that I dedicated to someone at the mere age of 20. I didn't know much at 20, but I'm definitely glad that I had the brains to make the decision to marry Peter. I know, total cheese fest, and if you find yourself gagging now then this is probably one of those married things that you won't understand until you've entered the "other" universe.
He definitely is my other half, and I'm feeling a bit lost and out of sorts without him being around to annoy me all the time with his need to constantly make noise... and I have to admit it was strange to fall asleep to silence last night instead of Peter talking me to sleep by going on and on and on about some big idea he has. (I wouldn't write these things if they weren't already a running joke between the two of us.)
I know it's only a couple of weeks and he'll be home on the weekend anyway, so I'm going to enjoy this short bit of time that I have to myself. I just can't help but feel a twinge of disorientation every now and then.
So if you want to hang out with me in person or via telephone in the next couple of weeks, definitely, fo sho, fa shizzle, let's order some pizza and dirty all the dishes and drink from different cups. It'll be great.
Okay, he only left yesterday, but I did buy a frozen pizza, and there are a pile of dishes that were there before he left, and I used a different cup today than yesterday but that's not really beyond normal.
It has been wierd though since he left, I have to admit.
I've known that since we got married I've entered into some kind of parallel universe of matrimony, where I suddenly understood certain things that I never would've before marriage, for example, Red Green made a joke that "Love is blind... marriage is an eye-opener" and I found myself laughing and nodding, sticking my elbow into Peter's ribs saying "Ehhhh? Ehhh?!". That's really when it hit me. Woah. I'm grown-up. I laugh at married jokes. I laugh and nod and elbow people saying "Ehhh".
The other night Peter and I watched the video of our wedding and it's totally crazy that at 20 years old I commited myself in front of 200 people to one single person for the rest of my life! I mean that's a possible 80 more years that I dedicated to someone at the mere age of 20. I didn't know much at 20, but I'm definitely glad that I had the brains to make the decision to marry Peter. I know, total cheese fest, and if you find yourself gagging now then this is probably one of those married things that you won't understand until you've entered the "other" universe.
He definitely is my other half, and I'm feeling a bit lost and out of sorts without him being around to annoy me all the time with his need to constantly make noise... and I have to admit it was strange to fall asleep to silence last night instead of Peter talking me to sleep by going on and on and on about some big idea he has. (I wouldn't write these things if they weren't already a running joke between the two of us.)
I know it's only a couple of weeks and he'll be home on the weekend anyway, so I'm going to enjoy this short bit of time that I have to myself. I just can't help but feel a twinge of disorientation every now and then.
So if you want to hang out with me in person or via telephone in the next couple of weeks, definitely, fo sho, fa shizzle, let's order some pizza and dirty all the dishes and drink from different cups. It'll be great.
Saturday, July 08, 2006
Ponder this...
"Don't ever let anybody tell you they're better than you, Forrest. If God intended everybody to be the same, he'd have given us all braces on our legs." - Mrs. Gump
Friday, July 07, 2006
My friend, the closed book.
Kamara, if you love Comeback Kid so much why don't you become one yourself and write a stinkin blog?
Because we all love you but I love you most.
A personal email would be even better.
Because we all love you but I love you most.
A personal email would be even better.
This one's for you:
Kamara,
like Camaro, but not quite.
So witty, so bright,
reading allllll night.
She loves to read, you know.
Harvey is the name of her dog
he's a gentleman--
now please, pretty please, Kamara,
write a new blog!
Thursday, July 06, 2006
Another Notable Pic...
Another indescribable creation of James R. Davies. I actually don't know his middle name. This picture says so much. So much. (By the way, Marnie's a vegetarian. She does not and will not love pork.)
West no more.
I started my new job this past Tuesday and it's been a whirlwind of learning 40 names of kids ages 2.5 to 6 years old, learning new rules, new routines, new people, new parents, new songs, new toys, new ways of "saying Grace"... But it has been so good. I walked out of work today with that feeling: yessssssssssss. I am fulfilled with what I do for a living. I feel good about it and it makes a difference in the world. Yessssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss. Double fist pump.
Monday, July 03, 2006
sometimes i hate making titles
What a weekend. I'm exhausted.
We spent a lot of time with Grandma and Grandpa Roberts, Uncle Scott & Auntie Cindi, Uncle Kirk and Auntie Vivian and the cousins (too many to name). It was great. The Aunties helped me to sew my first two receiving blankets, which was my first sewing project EVER. And the ladies all had a great time at Fabricland, helping me pick out fabrics for the nursery bedding. I'll be a sew-er extraordinaire before long.
Today I was able to sleep in for a bit and then my Nickie called me and we spent an hour trying to find somewhere to go for lunch. Actually most of that time was just spent trying to find somewhere to park. We ended up going to (boring) Boston Pizza, but it was okay because the parking was F R E E.
We spent a lot of time with Grandma and Grandpa Roberts, Uncle Scott & Auntie Cindi, Uncle Kirk and Auntie Vivian and the cousins (too many to name). It was great. The Aunties helped me to sew my first two receiving blankets, which was my first sewing project EVER. And the ladies all had a great time at Fabricland, helping me pick out fabrics for the nursery bedding. I'll be a sew-er extraordinaire before long.
Today I was able to sleep in for a bit and then my Nickie called me and we spent an hour trying to find somewhere to go for lunch. Actually most of that time was just spent trying to find somewhere to park. We ended up going to (boring) Boston Pizza, but it was okay because the parking was F R E E.
A picture from Elise's baby shower on June 8 (almost a month ago).
Left to Right: Chelsey, Kelly, Cherie, Elise, Tami, Rachel, Lindsey.
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