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Wednesday, February 4, 2009
remember when...
In a short (long?) seven months, I am going to marry my best friend. We've been engaged a month and a half and I'm still pleasantly surprised every time I remember that it's real. Yesterday, after a particularly harrowing day, involving two sick souls--including one especially sick matt, a long wait at the walk-in clinic, sneezes, coughs, sighs and all around germ-iness, matt said to me (probably slightly drug induced) "remember when we got engaged" -- and of course I said yes. "that was great" he said.
And it was. It really was an amazing night. I am trying to be mindful of each moment as an engaged couple. Mostly because I know these next seven months will be like none other that follow. In fact, things have already begun to change. When Matt first proposed with this beautiful, shinny, ring -- it felt like a complete foreign object on my finger. Every time I looked at it I literally though "oh my gosh". Now, that my ring has been sized and I have gotten used to wearing it, I often have mini panic attacks when I think I've lost it because I can't feel it on my finger. Then, I realize that I'm crazy and I've just grown used to it. As much as an engagement ring can be a frivolous luxury, it can also be drenched with meaning and symbolism. For instance, I noticed today that there are some small scratches on it, nothing that couldn't be polished off, but scratches nonetheless. I love the idea that I am going to wear this ring forever, and it's going to get scratched and worn. I hope when I'm 80 years old I can tell my grandkids the story of how it was given to me. Already, this ring represents a part of me, and in a strange way, a part of who I've always been. But on the other hand, every time I look at it, I can't help but think of our future- of what's to come, of it's shininess and promise of what's ahead. I wonder if years from now this ring will always remind me of this time, our time dating and our engagement? Or maybe it's meaning will change and grow? I assume the latter will be true.
I don't want to have the expectation that our wedding day will be the best day of our lives-- because isn't that a little sad? To think that after our wedding it's all down hill? I think the perspective that I'll choose to take is that maybe our wedding will be the beginning of the most blessed, joyful, most loving time of our lives-the beginning of being paired, supported, encouraged and able to take great risks because we know we've got each other's backs. Our wedding day will be so important because it will be the beginning of a powerful partnership, based on a promise made that day.
Until then I am going to do my best to soak up every minute and to create a lot more "remember when..." moments.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
25 things
Lately it seems as though everyone in the land of facebook is writing those "25 things about me" lists. I must admit, I find them very interesting and read them whenever they pop up on that creepy feed. The facts about people surprise and interest me, but what I find even MORE interesting is seeing what people choose to write. You know what I mean? That's the beauty about facebook or any sort of communication that is completely controlled by the user. Notice how no one ever writes about how they still pick their nose, have a terrible temper, or sometime act passive aggressively. The thing about these lists is that, perhaps without intention, they let us create a small, incomplete snapshot of ourselves-- just the pieces that we want people to see. I know that if I were to write one of these lists I would try to make myself as mysterious and cool as possible. And because that would be a lot of work, I'm just not going to do it. Don't get me wrong, I am definitely not judging these lists going around. Like I said, I find them interesting. I have just been reminded how much we all long to be known. I have written extensively about this topic here but can't help but think that I didn't quite fully get it then. Maybe we're too scared to be REALLY known by people. Maybe that's why we settle for incomplete lists of tightly controlled facts. I guess what I am trying to suggest is that we take a step further than these "25 things" lists and be vulnerable with the people with who we love and trust...that we take the time to listen and to see the heart of those around us. To be truly known and seen by those we love and trust is, in essence, freedom. Because if someone can know us, really know us--the ugly, the shameful, the cruel- and love us anyways, it means we're ok. You know? Isn't that what unconditional love is?
As I wrote about before, I know that we are fully known by God. Depending on the day, I either find great peace in this truth or great shock. I will probably never fully grasp that God already knows all of my thoughts and actions -- and loves me despite all of this.
Your life and worth could never be expressed in 25 facts. Either could mine--and while it's fun to read about, it's an incomplete picture of the complexity and beauty of who you are- who we all are.
Monday, February 2, 2009
New Recipe # 1 (and 2 and 3)
I was a keener this week and made THREE new recipes. Martha Stewart watch yo' back!
Here's the run down.
First I made rosemary focaccia bread-- it had onion and parmesan cheese on it. Delish! I would definitely make it again.
Then, Matt and I made a chicken curry recipe that I ripped out (read: stole) from a magazine at the gym (bad i know).
BUT--it was also soooo good. Spicy, creamy, hot. I would for sure make this again.
Here is a pic!
Hmm...looks a little gross- BUT...we ate all the rice so it's just the sauce. Next time I'll work more on "presentation"
Here's the run down.
First I made rosemary focaccia bread-- it had onion and parmesan cheese on it. Delish! I would definitely make it again.
Then, Matt and I made a chicken curry recipe that I ripped out (read: stole) from a magazine at the gym (bad i know).
BUT--it was also soooo good. Spicy, creamy, hot. I would for sure make this again.
Here is a pic!
Hmm...looks a little gross- BUT...we ate all the rice so it's just the sauce. Next time I'll work more on "presentation"
Here is a photo of the bomb that hit Matt's already disgusting kitchen once we were finished.
Not to mention that after I put the leftovers in the fridge--I reopened it to grab something and splosh went the curry all over the kitchen floor. Awesome. 
Finally, I made a "leek" potato soup--but couldn't find any leeks at the grocery store. I bought blub onions instead...needless to say, bulb onions or not, the soup is definitely mediocre. I think it's because I am getting sick of the smell/taste of thyme. Next time I will try a completely different soup. Probably one that doesn't need to go in the blender..because what a MESS that is. Burning soup all over my hands AND my walls. I don't think I'd make this soup again. Although I will be eating it for lunch for the next 2 months as it made a wack-load and is taking up lots of room in my giant freezer.
For week one, I am thinking two out of three ain't bad.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Class Division
Growing up as a Christian, I knew a lot of kids that went on “mission trips” to far off places to help the less fortunate. My friends would gush about how life-changing the experience was to go to such and such poor country. They would tell me how the people, while poor, were so much richer in spirit than us here in North America. I always found this idea to be a little bit ridiculous. It seemed to me as if my friends going on these pricy trips to help “poor people” created this communal lie about the local people being so joyful, so full of life, so rich in love. It seemed like a convenient untruth that rich, white, Christians could tell themselves in order not to feel guilty about their personal wealth. It was hard for me to believe that all poor people in the developing world were happy and better off than us here, despite not being able to feed their children, not having electricity or adequate access to water. It all seemed like a pile of crap.
I studied international development in university. There I was taught to horrors of missionary work. I was shown how short term “service” trips can actually harm struggling communities in the developing world. I piously felt like the people who went on these trips, went for themselves, to add meaning to their own lives. I used the argument that the money spend to send down a team of x number of Canadians would be much more effective if it was used to hire local people to do the same work. I came to see these vacationing missionaries as modern day colonizers, taking with them a sense of superiority and advanced civility.
When I was 23 I took a job working for a church as a youth assistant. Part of my job was planning and helping lead a trip to Ecuador for a small group of youth. I stepped off of my soapbox (mostly in light of my desire to travel) and took up the job rather excitedly.
In Ecuador, in a small jungle village, I had one of my first “a-ha’ moments about class, race and privilege. We were building a community building in the village so that there would be a place for people to gather when it rained. The village had gotten running water only weeks before we arrived. I met a woman who I immediately liked. She was kind- her eyes were kind. She smiled at me and let me hold her baby. After some hand gesture charades due to the language barrier she took one of the students and myself to explore the forest where they got their food. She had her daughter shimmy up papaya trees to pick us fruit and taught us how to machete banana trees. She cooked us jungle potatoes and watched, with tangible joy on her face, as we ate them. What I learned in that moment is that classism and class division dissect our humanity. In an instant it became clear to me that while we were officially there to “help” her and her community, she had, through example, just given me so much more.
Class divisions create a world where we only want to associate and interact with those in our particular class. Sometimes, if we’re feeling ambitious, it is socially acceptable to converse with those in the class above you if you are looking to climb the social ladder. That day, in the Ecuadorian jungle, I learned that by only living within your societal class, one essentially negates all possibility of being fully human. The rich are not meant to be givers. They are not meant to be the “sugar daddies and mamas” who simply write checks to appease their consciences and the poor. The Poor are not meant to be receivers, constantly taking, giving nothing back. The middle class is not meant to sequester themselves off from both the rich and poor, protected by their picket fences and PTA meetings. Rather, each person, regardless of their socio-economic class is meant to be both a giver and a receiver. That is what it means to be human. We all have something to offer the world and we all have something we need from the world. We were not created to be self-maintaining organisms.
My friend in the jungle showed me that I needed her. That day, I needed her kindness, her generosity and papayas. By accepting her gift of fruit, I acknowledged not only my thankfulness, but also broke down the false notion of giver and receiver, rich and poor.
When I came home from Ecuador, I had a much better understanding of why friends in the past had come back and said that the people were so joyful, so happy, and free. I still would not fully agree with that analysis, or the singular story it tries tell of an entire country’s population. Instead, I’d like to suggest, that my friends, like me, had realized that they were receivers, not only givers. Perhaps what my friends were seeing was their own joy reflected back. This is the most real truth I know about class- It divides us. We cannot experience wholeness existing in human-made class groups. We need the poor and the rich. They need each other. Furthermore, we cannot care for the poor or the rich unless we know their names, their stories and their hearts. Ending class division will take a lot more than writing big checks; it will take more than philanthropy and charitable foundations. Ending class division will only happen when we create space for us to get to know each other. A place to have coffee, to talk about the weather and our kids and reality tv. Class division will not end until we accept that “they” are just like “us”.
I studied international development in university. There I was taught to horrors of missionary work. I was shown how short term “service” trips can actually harm struggling communities in the developing world. I piously felt like the people who went on these trips, went for themselves, to add meaning to their own lives. I used the argument that the money spend to send down a team of x number of Canadians would be much more effective if it was used to hire local people to do the same work. I came to see these vacationing missionaries as modern day colonizers, taking with them a sense of superiority and advanced civility.
When I was 23 I took a job working for a church as a youth assistant. Part of my job was planning and helping lead a trip to Ecuador for a small group of youth. I stepped off of my soapbox (mostly in light of my desire to travel) and took up the job rather excitedly.
In Ecuador, in a small jungle village, I had one of my first “a-ha’ moments about class, race and privilege. We were building a community building in the village so that there would be a place for people to gather when it rained. The village had gotten running water only weeks before we arrived. I met a woman who I immediately liked. She was kind- her eyes were kind. She smiled at me and let me hold her baby. After some hand gesture charades due to the language barrier she took one of the students and myself to explore the forest where they got their food. She had her daughter shimmy up papaya trees to pick us fruit and taught us how to machete banana trees. She cooked us jungle potatoes and watched, with tangible joy on her face, as we ate them. What I learned in that moment is that classism and class division dissect our humanity. In an instant it became clear to me that while we were officially there to “help” her and her community, she had, through example, just given me so much more.
Class divisions create a world where we only want to associate and interact with those in our particular class. Sometimes, if we’re feeling ambitious, it is socially acceptable to converse with those in the class above you if you are looking to climb the social ladder. That day, in the Ecuadorian jungle, I learned that by only living within your societal class, one essentially negates all possibility of being fully human. The rich are not meant to be givers. They are not meant to be the “sugar daddies and mamas” who simply write checks to appease their consciences and the poor. The Poor are not meant to be receivers, constantly taking, giving nothing back. The middle class is not meant to sequester themselves off from both the rich and poor, protected by their picket fences and PTA meetings. Rather, each person, regardless of their socio-economic class is meant to be both a giver and a receiver. That is what it means to be human. We all have something to offer the world and we all have something we need from the world. We were not created to be self-maintaining organisms.
My friend in the jungle showed me that I needed her. That day, I needed her kindness, her generosity and papayas. By accepting her gift of fruit, I acknowledged not only my thankfulness, but also broke down the false notion of giver and receiver, rich and poor.
When I came home from Ecuador, I had a much better understanding of why friends in the past had come back and said that the people were so joyful, so happy, and free. I still would not fully agree with that analysis, or the singular story it tries tell of an entire country’s population. Instead, I’d like to suggest, that my friends, like me, had realized that they were receivers, not only givers. Perhaps what my friends were seeing was their own joy reflected back. This is the most real truth I know about class- It divides us. We cannot experience wholeness existing in human-made class groups. We need the poor and the rich. They need each other. Furthermore, we cannot care for the poor or the rich unless we know their names, their stories and their hearts. Ending class division will take a lot more than writing big checks; it will take more than philanthropy and charitable foundations. Ending class division will only happen when we create space for us to get to know each other. A place to have coffee, to talk about the weather and our kids and reality tv. Class division will not end until we accept that “they” are just like “us”.
Friday, January 23, 2009
i wish i wish i wish.
I have a LOT of excuses for being a bad/bland/unconfident cook...really a lot. Here are a few- as as child my mom was (is!) an awesome cook...she was a little weary of me in the kitchen, and as such I always got the lame jobs, like going down to the basement to get this pot or that piece of tupperware. Now, I too busy, it's too hard to cook great for one person, it all tastes "yuck" and so on.
BUT- I love to eat. I am a great eater. I love good food and to have dinner with friends.
So, I'm changing my attitude. I'm not a bad cook, I'm an inexperienced cook with low kitchen confidence!
So, to improve my skills (and my SELF ESTEEM!) I am going to try to cook one new recipe a week- TRY being the operative word...if it's every 10 days, I'll be ok with that too.
BUT- I love to eat. I am a great eater. I love good food and to have dinner with friends.
So, I'm changing my attitude. I'm not a bad cook, I'm an inexperienced cook with low kitchen confidence!
So, to improve my skills (and my SELF ESTEEM!) I am going to try to cook one new recipe a week- TRY being the operative word...if it's every 10 days, I'll be ok with that too.
One day, maybe I'll be able to be a GOOD cook-- I figure some practice never hurt anyone.
So here I go...
Note my PREVIOUS disposition to cooking and baking...
Step # 1. Look nervous
Step # 2- pretend to that I'm a pro...
Step # 3 -- looks good right?!
Step # 4: Everything tastes better with wine!
Here's to a new challenge- and hopefully MANY great meals- cooked by moi!
Thursday, January 22, 2009
On the brink, on the brim, on the cusp...
Because I liked it so much.
Praise song for the day.
Each day we go about our business, walking past each other, catching each others’ eyes or not, about to speak or speaking. All about us is noise. All about us is noise and bramble, thorn and din, each one of our ancestors on our tongues. Someone is stitching up a hem, darning a hole in a uniform, patching a tire, repairing the things in need of repair.
Someone is trying to make music somewhere with a pair of wooden spoons on an oil drum with cello, boom box, harmonica, voice.
We cross dirt roads and highways that mark the will of someone and then others who said, “I need to see what’s on the other side; I know there’s something better down the road.”
We need to find a place where we are safe; We walk into that which we cannot yet see.
Praise song for struggle; praise song for the day. Praise song for every hand-lettered sign; The figuring it out at kitchen tables.
On the brink, on the brim, on the cusp — praise song for walking forward in that light.
-Elizabeth Alexander
Praise song for the day.
Each day we go about our business, walking past each other, catching each others’ eyes or not, about to speak or speaking. All about us is noise. All about us is noise and bramble, thorn and din, each one of our ancestors on our tongues. Someone is stitching up a hem, darning a hole in a uniform, patching a tire, repairing the things in need of repair.
Someone is trying to make music somewhere with a pair of wooden spoons on an oil drum with cello, boom box, harmonica, voice.
We cross dirt roads and highways that mark the will of someone and then others who said, “I need to see what’s on the other side; I know there’s something better down the road.”
We need to find a place where we are safe; We walk into that which we cannot yet see.
Praise song for struggle; praise song for the day. Praise song for every hand-lettered sign; The figuring it out at kitchen tables.
On the brink, on the brim, on the cusp — praise song for walking forward in that light.
-Elizabeth Alexander
Monday, January 19, 2009
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Sometimes we need an anthem
i love john legend.
and i love this song.
see the lyrics below
If you hear this message, wherever you stand
I'm calling every woman, calling every man
We're the generation
We can't afford to wait
The future started yesterday and we're already late
We've been looking for a song to sing
Searched for a melody
Searched for someone to lead
We've been looking for the world to change
If you feel the same
Then go on and say
If you're out there
Sing along with me
If you're out there
I'm dying to believe that you're out there
Stand up and say it loud
If you're out there
Tomorrow's starting now
Now, now
No more broken promises
No more call to war
Unless it's love and peace that we're really fighting for
We can destroy hunger
We can conquer hate
Put down the arms and raise your voice
We're joining hands today
Oh I was looking for a song to sing
I searched for a leader
But the leader was me
We were looking for the world to change
We can be heroes
Just go on and say
If you're out there
Sing along with me
If you're out there
I'm dying to believe that you're out there
Stand up and say it loud
If you're out there
Tomorrow's starting now
Now, now
Oh now, now
If you're ready we can shake the world
Believe again
It starts within
We don't have to wait for destiny
We should be the change that we want to see
If you're out there
Ooooh
If you're out there
And you're ready now
Say it loud
Scream it out
If you're out there
Sing along with me
If you're out there
I'm dying to believe that you're out there
Stand up and say it loud
If you're out there
Tomorrow's starting now
If you're out there
If you're out there
If you're out there
If you hear this message, wherever you stand
I'm calling every woman, calling every man
We're the generation
We can't afford to wait
The future started yesterday and we're already late
and i love this song.
see the lyrics below
If you hear this message, wherever you stand
I'm calling every woman, calling every man
We're the generation
We can't afford to wait
The future started yesterday and we're already late
We've been looking for a song to sing
Searched for a melody
Searched for someone to lead
We've been looking for the world to change
If you feel the same
Then go on and say
If you're out there
Sing along with me
If you're out there
I'm dying to believe that you're out there
Stand up and say it loud
If you're out there
Tomorrow's starting now
Now, now
No more broken promises
No more call to war
Unless it's love and peace that we're really fighting for
We can destroy hunger
We can conquer hate
Put down the arms and raise your voice
We're joining hands today
Oh I was looking for a song to sing
I searched for a leader
But the leader was me
We were looking for the world to change
We can be heroes
Just go on and say
If you're out there
Sing along with me
If you're out there
I'm dying to believe that you're out there
Stand up and say it loud
If you're out there
Tomorrow's starting now
Now, now
Oh now, now
If you're ready we can shake the world
Believe again
It starts within
We don't have to wait for destiny
We should be the change that we want to see
If you're out there
Ooooh
If you're out there
And you're ready now
Say it loud
Scream it out
If you're out there
Sing along with me
If you're out there
I'm dying to believe that you're out there
Stand up and say it loud
If you're out there
Tomorrow's starting now
If you're out there
If you're out there
If you're out there
If you hear this message, wherever you stand
I'm calling every woman, calling every man
We're the generation
We can't afford to wait
The future started yesterday and we're already late
Friday, January 9, 2009
it's just what we do.
I love making up silly traditions. With a group of friends- we always say the "crown of christ" grace when we eat dinner together. Amanda and I always have tea together. Kim calls me "her people" ...it's just what we do, you know?
Another thing we (matt and i) do is make yearly books. Last year I attempted to crochet him a blanket for Christmas--hello disaster. Thankfully, I got over my pride in in April and a master crochet-er finished it for me (thanks Grandma!)
But because I felt so guilty for not having a gift for Matt to have at Christmas- I decided to make him a book on blurb.com
It's a fantastic website with super user friendly software that allows you to publish your own book. So I made Matt a book about the story of how we got together and added lots of pictures from the year. This year, Matt made me volume too. It's ridiculously cheesy, but man, I love it. It's so amazing to see a hardcopy, beautiful book full of the incredible year you had. It's so great to read about our year from Matt's perspective- to laugh about how a whole page got devoted to a slightly hungover breakfast in Mildmay- or "Mildamay" as Matt thought it was. These books, though we've only made two have most certainly become "what we do".
And I wouldn't want it any other way!
Monday, January 5, 2009
Experiments with truth 2009
Since finishing grad school I have become obsessive about keeping track of things--I think I have always liked lists, but 2008 took me to a whole new level. I track the books I have read, the money I spent, the hours I spend exercising, to-do lists and so on. So it's no surprise that a new year brings with it new goals--or as I like to call them "experiments with truth"- with the idea being that sometimes its worth it to just try something to see how you feel about it, how it changes your life, your outlook, etc. Not eating meat is a great example of an "experiment with truth" because if you've never eaten a non-meat diet, how can you really know how its going to make you feel? Or if you'll enjoy eating a plant-based diet....or if you'll be tired all the time. An experiment, by definition is a trial- you want to see if and how something works. Experiments with truth are all about figuring out what works for you and being ok if it doesn't work out. So, back to my vegetarian example- if it doesn't work for you, that's that and you go back to eating meat- it's not a failure, it's an EXPERIMENT.
Please don't think I am going all relativist on you- it's not like you should experiment with murder, or self hating, or starving yourself. You get the point. Last year I made a list of experiments or things that I wanted to work towards. You can see that list here. Some of the things really made a difference in my life. For example, driving less has been awesome. I not only love not spending gazillions of dollars on gas, but I know that it's good for the environment too. I have also read and written lots- also very positive. I find both activities to be packed full of pleasure. I have been trying to practice having and wanting less material "stuff"- this one is a hard one, and even though I do find myself wishing I had trendier clothes or beautiful things in my house, I have been living within my means and questioning my desires for material crap. Listening and giving people the benefit of the doubt is ongoing. Just yesterday I read a great post by my friend Steve about seeing the face of Christ in people. It's a process, and I am learning.
So for this year, I have decided that LESS is more, so I am going to have only 3 experiments this year. I heard a doctor on CBC this morning talk about how our brains are really only good at focusing on a few things at once, so it's best to make a few great goals rather than a lot of small ones.
Here we go...
#1. Watch what I consume. I don't mean watch my weight or anything like that, I mean literally to be mindful of the stuff I am filling myself with- be it gossip, trashy tv, facebook, fast food, no protein, negative thoughts, etc.
#2. Choose love. I so often forget to love people in my day to day encounters. I forget that each person was designed by God and has inalienable value. I hate that I forget this. More so, I hate when I choose to ignore such a simple truth. I want to be more loving.
#3 . Become less self absorbed. Spend less time making myself feel cool, worthy, valuable, smart, good looking, talented, etc. It's exhausting, totally overrated, and soooo 2008. I want to live for something a heck of a lot bigger than myself- and the ironic thing is that I feel a heck of a lot more positive about who I am when I stop trying so hard. This year I am going to get over myself.
Thursday, January 1, 2009
Hello 2009-- let's be friends.
I always look forward to thinking about my year- the ups, the downs, and all of the memorable moments in between. Last year I wrote a list of some of my favourite moments and I thought I might do the same for this year. This year has definitely has seen some firsts-- so here goes:
2008- it's been a good run:
- Being fortunate enough to go to grad school. Taking a class with "Cabbage Man" and learning about peace, christianity, and Mennonites = awesomeness
- Have lunch and coffee dates with Lauren Greig - spicy fries! Attempting to make Waterloo "where it's at" with Ester, Steve, and Lauren.
- Getting my ass rocked at squash by Steve
- Going to Nicaragua with the Penmans -- such a memorable trip in so many ways. Incredible people and so great to spend time with Matt's family. The gorgeous beaches and the beautiful sun in the middle of February didn't hurt either.
- spending time with great friends- dinners at Amanda's house with Nik, Ryan, Matt and Sim- Avocado sandwiches and homemade soups!
-Maple Syrup festival in Elmira and dodgeball intramurals with school friends
- North Carolina '08- a great trip with great friends and good conversation. Nothing beats camping, swimming in the ocean and reading books on the beach. This year we discovered "Fanny's living Room" a sweeeeet ice cream place! Also, we made the trip to Ocracoke a beautiful island with desserted beaches and shells everywhere. NYC was also super memorable. I wrote here about the amazing birthday gift Matt gave me for my 25th birthday. It really was perfect- books, frisbee in Central Park and a delicious dinner in little Italy.
-Signing up for a soccer team and an ultimate frisbee team were also huge highlights of my year- even though I was TERRIBLE at first- especially in soccer, I met so many awesome people and practiced having fun while doing something I sucked at. I got a lot better at ultimate too- I played on an outdoor fall team and just finished a fall winter indoor session. Matt and I are pumped to play indoor until March- we really love it. It's such a fun sport and the people are really great. Definitely one of my favourite new things of '08
- The summer...I love the summer. Gah- love. Especially thinking about it oon a day where is 21 degrees below zero~ I had so much fun spending time with Matt, Amanda and Aaron this summer. I loved hearing about Kim's trip to New Zealand and going to the Stretch's cottage with Steph and Jus. I loved going to "Burlington Beach" and Port Dover on Canada day. It was so hard to work on my thesis with the weather so incredible outside. I also got to spend a lot of time with my two youngest bros and I really enjoyed that.
Going to BC with my mom to visit my brother Evan in July was also awesome. Seattle, Vancouver, Whistler- I loved it all.
- Moving to Hamilton was AWESOME too- and helped me to accomplish one of my "experiments with truth" from 2008- drive less. I love love love my apartment and love even more having my friends so close. The co-op has quickly become home and I thoroughly enjoy living here. Spending time with Deb and Oliver, drinking wine and just being friends is fantastic. Living with friends so close solidifies by thinking that geographically close community is so important.
- Deciding to commit to going to the Freeway, the church that Matt had been attending is a huge highlight too. I have met so many wonderful people and spent countless hours baking, brunching, drinking beers and just living life.
- Work has been good too- I am so fortunate to have found a job that I like with coworkers whom I really care about. It's definitely been a learning experience-- but the lessons are invaluable and I'm thankful to gain the experience.
-Helping Amanda bake her pies for Ecuador- so fun and I had no idea that I could make a PIE!
- I made Matt ties for Christmas and I needed a lot of help from my mom sewing them- I really enjoyed the challenge of tie making and enjoyed spending time with my mom even more.
-Wine and Cheese at the co-op and way too many other fun Christmas events. I feel like I've been eating for a month straight!
- Finally, I think perhaps my most memorable moment was when Matt asked me to be with him forever. Of course I said yes. We're ridiculously excited to get married and have spent the holiday season showing off my "bling" and attempting to answer a lot of questions that we don't know the answers to ("what is your colour scheme?" "Will you wear a strapless dress?")
It was such an incredible and life changing way to end 2008-- and naturally we have much hope that 2009 will be our best year yet!
Here are a few pictures of late:
Matt, Mom, Ev and I on Christmas day
Engaged- in pajamas Dec 19th
Mands and I at the Co-op wine and cheezle!
Adios 2008-- it's been swell. Here's to 2009!
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