lens

I got one! I got one! I got one! Now all I needs is a camera bag. :)

tangible

I think I REALLY want one of these.
My creative juices are starting to flow again and I'm dying to snap away!
In this digital age, I'm craving something more tangible. Changing film, waiting for it to develop, getting your pictures back and looking through them in the hopes that some of them turned out.
Hmm...maybe....we'll see.

LOL (for real)

Oh how I love The Office. In every episode (usually) there is at least ONE line that makes me laugh out loud and long enough to miss what's happening for the following 30 seconds.
When today's episode gets posted online I'll post the part that made me laugh tonight.

Google Maps

A huge step forward for Google Maps.
I just printed out directions for a place in Kitchener that I have never been to and the very last direction stated that I needed to turn Right and that MY DESTINATION WAS ON MY LEFT!!!! This is life changing. (Perhaps on the smaller end of the life changing continuum.) How many times have I wondered if my destination was on my left or my right!?!??!
I *heart* Google.

27

So today was my birthday. I woke up grumpy because I didn't want to have to change Noah's diaper, but unfortunately for me, Jamie doesn't read minds. I changed the diaper.
BUT then Jamie played with and fed Noah and I went back to bed. I got scrambied eggs and bacon for breakfast and a new pair of Emus.
Tonight Jamie and I went out for dessert at the new Symposium restaurant (and had $11/glass wine for only $4 - well Jamie did anyway. I went for the Aussie $6/glass). After a delicious and decadent dessert we went across the street to Chapters to mill about, but before we got into Chapters we noticed our old car in the parking lot!!! We knew it was our old Civic because it had the Ron Jon Surf Shop sticker still in the exact same spot on the bumper. It was kinda funny and sad to see it again. We had so many great memories in that car!
When we got home I was hoping to see Alana (our babysitter) on the couch but alas. She was not. Darn. I knew Noah wouldn't stay asleep the ONE night we go out. He's been sleeping just fine when we're home...dang. He's still having trouble settling down. :(
Happy Birthday to me.
27 sounds...old. I don't feel 27. I feel....23. I think. I'm okay with getting older. I don't really worry about it too much. It's just weird. Time keeps a-passing and I understand now how old people can't remember how old they are. "I'm in my 70's I think".
I still hesitate when I give my age. "Am I 26 or 27? I'm pretty sure I'm not 25 anymore...."
All in all, a good day. COLD. But good.
This time last year I was VERY pregnant. And it was like 25 degrees or something.

missing $

Whoa. I just checked my bank account online and saw that I my account was not where it should be. I was all like, what the?
Quickly checked the recent transactions and saw that there were TWO withdrawls of $500 each. SOMEONE STOLE $1000 from me. Called my bank. I gotta call another place tomorrow morning for the fraud on my card. Freaky stuff, but apparently I'll get it back.
How does that happen? My card (and Jamie's card) is still with me. No one stole my card but they were able to steal the info and somehow make a card to take out the cash? I have no idea about how any of this stuff works. There is a big, bad world out there that I have zero clue about.

The Shack

This summer while in Tanzania I was listening to a sermon by Mark Driscoll - I think on the subject of the trinity. He made a quick comment about a book called The Shack and quickly shared his concerns that this was hitting the Christian community, people were gobbling it up and there were some heretical statements in the book. He encouraged his church NOT to read it.
Now of course my curiosity was piqued. One of the girls with us in Africa happened to have it and lent it to me after she was done. I read it. I was swept away by the emotions (powerful and raw) and the story (heartbreaking and tragic) of the book. But I was torn. At the very same time there were some things that felt wrong and bothered me in my heart. Vague statements that alluded to Unitarianism and weird personifications. I've never felt that reading a book before. Being so torn about what I actually feel about it after I've put it down.
When I got home I started hearing more and more about it. Rave reviews. Scathing reviews. I've seen so many people I know read it, love it, and recommend it.
In the end, I don't know that I'd recommend it to very many people. There are too many tricky things in there and as my cousin (in-law?) said on his blog:
"Certainly there is some good teaching in The Shack, but there is so much bad teaching that it becomes a chore to sort out the good from the bad, and you need to ask yourself why it is a good idea to read a book where you will have to spend so much time sifting the wheat from the chaff (and there’s quite a bit of chaff to sift!)."
I also listened to a sermon that Tim (Jamie's cousin) recommends at the end of his blog post on The Shack which you can listen to here. Think very carefully about what you read, even if it is, "just a novel".
*On a side note, I feel like I could go on and on about how concerned I am about so many people loving and recommending this book, but I think there is already far too much hype about this book and I need to let it be and move on. Just check out Tim's blog post (it's lengthy but so good) for more resources and Biblical thoughts on this book.

mirror, mirror on the wall

I've been thinking about getting a mirror for our front entrance (our only entrance I guess...unless you're into scaling 4 storey buildings). Currently it has this:
But sometimes it's nice to look at yourself as you head out the door because who knows? You may have broccoli in your teeth, or a cheerio stuck in your hair...
So I've got my eye on a few, like this one or maybe this one.

driver

rainy day+left hand turns+me at the wheel = near deadly combo.
Seriously, this is the second time that it's been rainy, I've been turning left and I almost get into an accident. Today was scary because I thought I could make it but then my wheels started spinning out and obviously I wasn't going anywhere but was in the middle of the intersection and this little white car is barrelling toward me. I was totally hyped up on adrenaline and eventually got out of the intersection but was the recipient of a long, loud honk. Honestly, if my wheels hadn't spun out I would have safely made it.
After I turned, though, I was pretty freaked. At least this time I didn't have Noah with me.
I'm not a bad driver, honestly!

dreaming of warts

I had a dream that my plantar warts came back on my foot. There was a lot of them and I could have cried. When I woke up I felt so relieved.
Be gone, warty dreams!

missing out

There's a part of me that is slightly disappointed in myself. For not being more easy going, for not doing everything and anything, whirling around, driving from this social event to tha one...as a Mom.
I thought I'd be able to be the same person, do the same things, commit to anything and everything. But I'm not and I don't and I can't.
The part of me that is commited to keeping my sanity is perfectly and resiliently fine with not being able to do the things I could before. The Mom part of me knows that there isn't anything more valuable and rewarding than staying at home with Noah.
But the old me...the traveller, social butterfly, do what I want, when I want me...still grieves a teeny tiny bit that life has changed like it has.
BUT
I think that's normal.
Still...I definitely compare myself to other Moms who appear to be getting on with life as usual. I compare myself to other women (married, single...it doesn't matter). How I look (I should be skinnier), what I do (I should be willing to cart around Noah to whatever, wherever - or heck, just get a babysitter all the time)...it's not all the time. It's not even a large percentage of the time. It's a teeny, tiny, itty bitty little part of me that sometimes whispers to me that I'm missing out.
But I'm not.
I'm actually doing the one thing that NO ONE else in the world could do. Be a Mom to Noah.
And I do love and cherish it.
It's pretty amazing.

vampires, anyone?

I don't think I've come clean yet about my latest reading obsession.
I was ravenously reading (are you ready?) a vampire love story quadrology (what is a 4 part book series called?). For teens. At least according to the library filing system.
I'm not usually one for vampires, werewolfs or any other kind of horror/scary type movies or books but this wasn't actually scary.
When I borrowed the book from the library I had no idea what it was about. I just knew that it was a best seller on amazon.ca so I requested it and when I finally got it (I think I was like...number 49 on the list) I just started reading it.
I whipped through the last book with a whopping 700+ pages. I think I liked it so much because the emotions were quite raw and real (do you remember what it felt like to be in love when you were 17?) and it took me back to my days of reading fantasy novels. Plus it was light reading and that just happened to be what I was looking for.
So I'm finished and I'm sad that it's all over.
If you're interested, the series is by Stephanie Meyer and can be found here.

Colour Genius

I found this cool test that tests your "Colour IQ". Take the test here. I scored 3. With a score of zero being the best and 99 being the worst (I think).
Not too shabby I think. :)

iTunes

I recently reformatted my computer and now am in the process of redoing my iTunes.
I have 60 Coldplay songs on my iPod.
33 Dashboard Confessional songs. (Maybe I am emo afterall. Who knew?)
Over 30 Feist songs.
36 John Mayer ditties.
2 songs by Muse.
1 by The Strokes (Reptilia).
26 by The Killers and 26 by Miles Davis.
And I just bought the Red Album by Weezer.
Oh iTunes. So dangerously amazing.
Oh and mad props (did I just date myself by saying that, or is that still said?) to iTunes Genius. LOVE it.
But I'll never buy a Mac.
The End.