Would there be any occasion for?

Rejoicing: After fearing the worst, and after a nearly three week adventure in "expresspost," my rental application safely arrived in Ottawa, and was approved.  As soon as the Lease agreement completes the same adventure, hopefully in less time, AMBER AND I WILL BE RENTING AN APARTMENT!

Trying to look on the sunny side: My boss decided this week that it's not fair for me to have monday-friday.  So I now have Thursdays and Sunday's off.  Sunny side? It's more likely that there won't be two sunny days in a row in Sooke, so maybe I'll catch at least one of them.  And maybe I'll be able to hang out with more friends: because I can have one weekday and one weekend off.  And maybe I'll have more days off with my mom.

Trying not to look on the sunny side: Apparently, when it's actually Sunny, I should plan for the the worst. Kind of like packing a rain jacket if there's one cloud in the sky, perhaps wearing something that covers my shoulders, not to mention sunscreen, would have been a good idea on Saturday.  I was planning on being outside for an hour tops.  Certainly not all day.   So much for that idea.
By the end of the day, I was redder than a lobster.  It's Wednesday now, I've gone from fire-engine red to a very bright pink, and can finally almost touch my shoulders comfortably.  Oh the beautiful tan line's I will have though! White legs, White face, White strap and necklines, brown shoulders, brown nose.

Dressing Greek? Or maybe it's not Greek, but that's how I picure it. Ancient Greek like, though, it might be more Anne-of-Green Gables-esque.  Oh yes, it can be both.  There's a dress at work that I think I need.  But I would only wear it for dressing up, and how many dresses just for dressing up do I need? Maybe I should look for a treasure chest in which to put the dress, the little clutch, and the salt&pepper shakers that I've found at work and I'm very much in love with.   Less than $10 for the lot!
 I can be four, nineteen, and fifty at any given time.  Just what will I pull out of the trunk next? ( I hope you know what you're getting yourself into Amber!)

Sitting on the other side:  This weekend, after roasting myself, I went to Hannah, Vanessa, and Sinead's graduation.  It was quite the experience watching them walk across the stage that I walked across a year ago.  In some ways, I can't believe it was only a year ago.  But in others, like in the way that between 18 and 19 seems to be a year in which I've aged (hopefully to my advantage) SO MUCH, I can't believe that it has only been one year.  I laugh at my eighteen year-old just-graduating-from-highschool self the same way as I laugh at myself when I see the hideous comforter I chose in my thirteen-year-old obsessed with interior decorating phase.  I'm not really sure which side of this hill has greener grass.  But the grass on this side is more important.

Updating a blog: oh sometimes, when I feel so possessed, or bored, or full of ramblings that I might enjoy in a few months, or, most favorably, on the one day Dad doesn't check for an update.

Anyone game for a dress up party?
I think I can find some inflatable Buzz Lightyear wings.

humdrum and questions.

I was just thinking about how big plans and great intentions fall into nothing special.  A bunch of my friends from high school and I had planned to go to Europe after grad.  And yes, I realize that was a big idea, without any possibility of financial backing - but it's just one example of it.  I was so excited about the possibility of going to Asia for a mission trip, and when I learned I couldn't go, was content to know that obviously, I was meant to be at home.   And so maybe I expected to find an amazing job, or learn some great lesson, or ??? What could be bigger than teaching in a remote South-East Asian village?

Right now, I spend my days hanging up clothes at the Salvation Army.  Don't get me wrong - I'm thankful to have a job.  And it's not really that bad.  But sometimes I can't help but wonder if I'm missing something.

And as for great lessons, I've learned a few things in the weeks that I've been home.
1. A lot changes when you live on your own for a while - and I pray that I'll never have to move back in to my family home.  I kind of feel like I'm visiting.  Even at my church - the place where I most looked forward to coming back, the place I thought would always be home - is kind of like visiting an old school.  I love the people whole heartedly.  The building itself is so full of memories.  It's a place that I cherish.  But it's a place where I belonged once, and now enjoy going back for visits, but "fitting back into the swing of things" is not going to happen.  And actually, I'm kind of glad.  I don't feel as split between two places this way.

2.  KEEPING RECORDS, NO MATTER HOW TEDIOUS, REDUNDANT, OR OVERLY CAUTIOUS THEY MAY SEEM, IS VERY IMPORTANT.
As is actually doing the things I write down on to do lists.  Let's just say, a rather important envelope, with a rather large sum of money, and some very important papers which are required for me to have shelter next year, are lost some where.  And between Amber and I, we've both misplaced the tracking number.  What a mess this is! And I thought I was pretty good at keeping myself organized and keeping records.  Apparently not!

3. Going to bed.  Enough said.
I have to work tomorrow morning.  A humdrum job, but it's a job.
TTFN!

(Silly laughter, boing, boing, boing...)