la laitue est savoureuse

Lettuce has very satisfying crunches when one eats it.

The sound makes it taste better which, as you know, is incredible because it's already amazingly tasty.


P.S. If you haven't eaten lettuce by itself in up to four days, I recommend that you go and eat some now.

P.P.S. Pickles acheive a similar effect, but with a garlic & dill taste.

that sounds like a pretty crucial conjunction

It feels like my heart hurts real bad.
.

But, my inquisitive self says that it is impossible for my heart to hurt.

It says that my head hurts.

.

Sometimes I really don't like my inquisitive self.

punch

Sometimes I just want to nnngnahngakakghqilekgnadvcnmkbjvkaew.
Punch something.

You know?

I Asked the LORD

I asked the Lord that I might grow,
In faith and love and every grace,
Might more of His salvation know,
And seek more earnestly His face.

T'was He who taught me thus to pray,
And He I trust has answered prayer.
But it has been in such a way,
As almost drove me to despair.

I hoped that in some favored hour,
At once He'd answer my request.
And by His love's constraining power,
Subdue my sins and give me rest.

Instead of this, He made me feel,
The hidden evils of my heart.
And let the angry powers of hell,
Assault my soul in every part.

Yea, more with His own hand, He seemed,
Intent to aggravate my woe.
Crossed all the fair designs I schemed,
Cast out my feelings, laid me low.

"Lord, why is this?" I trembling cried.
Wilt Thou pursue Thy worm to death?"
"T'is in this way" the Lord replied,
"I answer prayer for grace and strength."

"These inward trials I employ,
From self, and pride, to set thee free;
And break thy schemes of earthly joy,
That thou mayest seek thy all in Me."

Written by John Newton

shattered

Why is it that the love of a three year old is so pure when compared to the love of an eighteen year old?



imagine the greatest cry of frustration, anger, indignation, and disbelief and place it here

cucumbers. they rock my world. except they taste gross.

The Water Buffalo Song

Veggie Tales.

Woot.

"sometimes it's hard to see it"

I realized again that the eye is real neat.


brilliant green of fresh cut grass
pale tan of reeds, thrusting themselves out of
deep, rippling blue waters
hazy figures through tinted glass
white trilliums opening, a shock amidst a sea of
brown and green undergrowth
rosy, damp cheeks after rainfall
burnt orange of kubota competing with the
brilliant green of john deere
water droplets emerging, spreading from the fountain
flashing brake lights approaching a
clashing red sign
white lines growing as you draw near
square bricks, edges rounded
cold, hard grey stretches before, until at a curve,
warmth and greenery replaces the grey
colourless dripping pounds the ground
vibrant yellow for protection of
wires stretched taut
bright blue plymouth
lengthening shadows travelling further down
softly darkening beaches
twigs intertwine
charcoal leather Bible placed lovingly beside a
bare foot girl sitting atop an
old, decaying park bench
blue spruce next to the
purpling schubert chokecherry
truck turning in, signifying daddy's home

.

...

.

ornate golden streets leading to the

piercing majesty of the King

Oh the wonders of being a mother

"sausage?"
[sploosh]

..."whoops"

yay soccer.

Thanks for coming out, girls. :]

By girls, I of course mean Brittni, Kira, Carol-Lee, Justine, and Julia.

I s'pose I should include Ben.
Thanks for coming out, Ben. [you're special, you get a mention all to yourself!]

Anyways, thanks for coming out and hanging out. I missed you. For some, it had been a long time.


Let's get together again soon, okay?
Maybe for a walk this time?
Or another soccer game... hehehe

flawless, ...

...I wish I was.




Also, I'm not a fan of pink.

my beautiful cat

Cat, peeping.
Peeping Tom.
Tom Cruise.
Cruise line.
Line dance.
Dance music.
Music note.
Note well.
Well water.
Water drop.
Droplet.
Let it be.
Be a man.
Man power.
Powerpoint.
Point blank.
Blank tile.
Tile design.
Design school.
School work.
Work ethic.
Ethically wrong.
Wrong way.
Way back.
Back home.
Home renovation.
Renovation costs.
Costs a ton.
Ton of bricks.
Bricks of stone.
Stone cold.
Cold feet.
Feet warmer=cat.

it's got potential

new template?

it's got tea on it :]

blargh

SO bummed.

Also, watch this.
It's quite humourous and is making me feel better.

excited, nervous, and scared

shh, it's a secret.

breeeeathe

to Carol-Lee

Thank you for the unexpected visit.
Thank you for talking and making me talk too.
Thank you for prayers together.
Thank you for devos(I should start that again...sorry).
Thank you for encouragement.
Thank you for quoting Bible passages to/with(mostly to) me.
Thank you for being able to sit with me and not say a word and still managing to make me feel comforted.
Thank you for laughing hysterically with me.
Thank you for being able to be serious.
Thank you for finally being able to look me in the eyes and not laugh.

To sum up, thanks for friendship.

I always feel like I have to say so many words to make people understand where I'm coming from. Many big, intelligent-sounding words make me feel more adequate somehow. But after I say them, it makes me feel superfluous, lame, and fake. I'm sorry I feel like I have to sound intelligent and use big words to make you understand.

Yeah. I love you Carol-Lee. I hope you know that.

From Nadine


To: whoever introduced me to Carol-Lee,
Thanks.
From, Nadine

are you?

Are you running?


Are you running and getting somewhere?


Are you running with the zeal of an Olympic athlete?


Are you running in the right direction?




If you answered "no" to any or all of these questions you could be suffering from a severe lack of spiritual guidance. Contact your pastor today to find out the full implications behind these symptoms.

roses

don't block them out.


be reasonable.


I don't know how!

I am currently trying to ignore the mound of homework awaiting me at the foot of the stairs.

Québec.

walking, learning, bonding, singing, losing sunglasses and finding them, ice cream, église reformée du québec, running up stairs, night life, wind, touring, Fluxx, pictures, peanut butter and jam on a sesame seed bagel every morning, water, cruise, funiculaire as a result of fatigue(or laziness), beaucoup de shopping, posing, cobblestone, smiling, running across the highway(scariest thing in the world), laughing, Mafia, musique, Francais, friendships, speaking, listening, "C'est bon!", hanging out, sleeping in the middle of the floor(beaucoup), creperie, MacPoulet, saxophonist(same as last Québec trip!), meeting the youth of the church, extraterrestrials, cabane à sucre, "Keep your eyes on Jesus", bag lunch, poutine(ew), un écoliare(school bus), ordering in French, driving, hiding from the camera(Cameron!), crying, having fun, learning about the people in French class and getting to know them better.