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Well, folks, it appears there is to be a new post on Nadine Muis's blog...

Yes, yes there is.

At the moment though, she is fairly unsure of what to write about.

So, I will write about this:

THREE EXAMS ARE DONE!

AND (even more exciting) ONLY SEVEN MORE SLEEEEEPS!!!!!!!!!!

That, my friends, is a mere one week before my homecoming!

[the following must be read with an English accent]

And so, dear ones, I shall be seeing you soon I hope, I very much hope indeed. However, in the aforementioned "mere one week" Nadine has much to do, much to do. And as such, it will be a rather intense week, I should say. Yes, yes rather intense.

And so, without further ado, she is going to pry open her books and partake of some linguistic knowledge. Hmmmm yes, yes she is.

And so, I wish you dear folk good day.

ho hum.

Well, people, I still exist, I promise.
It's been a little busy out here. But not too busy.
There are only 22 sleeps left today.
I have my first exam (Spanish oral) next Monday.
Auntie Grace and Uncle Eric return to their home next week, I shall miss them.
I have my last exam on Tuesday, December fifteenth.
There is snow on the ground.
I finished my last assignment yesterday (hooray).
It feels like there is not enough time left to get everything I need to do done.
I should probably be worrying regarding exams, but I feel that I'm keeping it together thus far.
On Saturday we are having breakfast with the whole fam and I am pumped. (It's breakfast!)
That's all I got...bye now!

Well, it's been about a week, so I s'pose I should post again, huh?

Well well well. Yesterday marked halfway for both myself and Lisa. Needless to say, we are both rather excited.

Lucy had her puppies (nine!) this past Tuesday and they are quite enjoyable to look at. :] And hold. Little bundles of warmth, they are.

I've been doing schoolwork, basically all the time. Except yesterday, I went out to see Where the Wild Things Are with Kara, Lisa, and Justin. Quite delightful. I enjoyed it a great deal.

Tonight is Talent Evening at church. I'm pretty excited. My friend Alyson is singing a song and it's so funny. It's called Waitin' for My Dearie and it's from Brigadoon. It promises to be a delightful evening and I'm very much looking forward to observing everyone else's talents.

Yeah, that's all I got. I'm going back to my Linguistics now.

Sincerely,

Nadine

all in all, not a bad thanksgiving.

So, we went to Jasper.

And saw this:
It was humbling.

Yet, I enjoyed myself immensely. Kara and I spent much of the ride home playing with our cameras. Each taking pictures of ourselves, making silly faces.

people I love.

I have finally started to put up my pictures. It is helping, definitely therapeutic.

One day, this place could be a real home for me.

It's not home yet, but one day it could be.

My lovely cousins introduced me to this book when they discovered that I loved buttons.

P.S. I especially love the last photograph.

Well, here I am.
In Alberta.

More on this another time.

I'm having a cup of soup.

four sleeps.

God is with me.
God is with me.
God is with me.
God is with me.

I'm going to camp! But only for two days... But I'm going to camp!

Dear Campfire!,

I can not tell you how immeasurably pumped I am to see you.

I can't believe that I have not seen you at all this year.

Let us make the most of our limited time together, okay?

Sincerely, Nadine

a blue eye and a green eye, all at once.

even though it's really freaking me out, I can't help but count down.

28 sleeps.

29.

Dear friends,

I am sorry that I get so cranky when I'm tired.

From Nadine

i kind of like this picture, but i haven't decided why

I like to think that I have long eyelashes.

39

39 is the number of nights.

936 is the number of hours.

56160 is the number of minutes.

Yowza. I thought that if I calculated the number of minutes, it would seem longer. Colossal fail.

School actually seems closer than ever. (It doesn't help that Zellers has it's back-to-school sale starting already.)

I'm not that worried about school starting. I'm more worried about what comes with that.

And that means leaving. Leaving here, leaving home. Leaving family, leaving friends.

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But, when you leave, after a while you get to come back.

Come back here, come back to home. Come back to family, come back to friends.

And while it might be/is hard to think about, plan for, and be in the middle of the in between times, you can think about the before times and the coming home times, can't you?

Sometimes I'm not sure if I can.

39 sleeps.

blueberry blueberry blueberry

Oh blueberry pancake,

you are so soft and warm;

your whole being crumbles

when it connects with my mouth.

Oh so delicious,

oh so delicious,

oh so delicious,

blueberry pancake, you are.

One more thing, I painted a shirt today and I'm stoked to wear it. Perchance I will post a photograph at a later date. For now, you must all wait in anticipation.

P.S. My camera takes sweet pictures. I enjoy it immensely.

a little bit scared, but not enough to stop.

Time is still going very quickly.

And even though it's slightly frightening, I find that right now at this moment I can just watch it go by and be content that everything is occuring in the way that it is.

jeepers creepers.

there is nothing else i can use to express myself right now.

i am, quite honestly, full of delight and rather overwhelmed.

If you'll excuse me, I have a date with The Chipmunk Adventure, and I happen to be six decimal four years late. I refuse to keep Alvin, Simon, and Theodore waiting any longer.

for some days disjointed thoughts are the best ones.

Grey hair is part of what makes you beautiful.

I just don't think you'd understand.

Goal: devote yourself to prayer.

this weekend

complete recognition:

I suck at patience.

a brand new stove

I'm as giddy as a drunken man.

(to quote Charles Dickens in A Christmas Carol)

shoelaces

Here's to pleasurable moments getting ice cream with a few lovely people.

waiting

trying to convince myself that i really do trust You,

refusing to admit that i need You to trust for me

Oh Ella.

This woman, in my estimation, is probably wonderful.

Also, I am a large fan of this song.

I suppose it doesn't really matter

Deziree and I were having fun on the way to church one Sunday morning; this is the result:

some of the eyes of my family:

gymnastics

It's June. I still don't know what's going on. Supper is going to be wonderful. There is a yellow lily in a vase on my table and it is resplendent. I enjoy that it exists at this moment. I think that when I live alone, I am going to have various potted plants. I want a hibiscus, like my mom's, but I think I would like a yellow or red one. It smells like pork chops.

the key to a girl's heart is diamonds...

I disagree. I am pretty sure that the key to my heart is, quite simply, food. Scrumptious and palatable food.

I think food is one of my favourite things in all of creation. (Especially that of the breakfast variation.)

impatient

just a couple of fruits

This is us as bananas:This is us...trying to figure out what we would look like as bananas:

queasy

tired of waiting.
tired of being tired.
wanting to change that.
scared of not knowing where anything is going.
scared of finding out.
losing the concept of time, but
knowing there is a today, a tomorrow, and a Sunday on the horizon.


in a nutshell, that's lately.

pleasurable sigh

Sometimes I pray with my arms stretched out in front of me and my eyes open and I look at the grass or the people or the trees.

But I don't think God minds.

lately I've been wishing things.

Sometimes I wish my life was a musical.

And that people wouldn't look at me with an odd, but all too familiar, expression when I burst randomly into song.

P.S. This is from The Music Man, probably my favourite movie at this time.

hello world!

meet Gertrude.

This morning I woke up and I was certain that I had missed my flight.

my hands are dirty.

I have discovered [again] the unwritten law that if an event's month and day number are in fact the same as another event's month and day number then the two events are occuring at the same moment.

This is, at least, the general rule.

Good to know, I suppose, eh?

And, yes, it's true, sometimes I don't want to be with you.

oh, and just one more thing.

Sometimes I don't mind too much if I look like a fool in pictures. I also don't mind when I take

 pictures of random things. Nope, I don't.

Also, sometimes it's enjoyable to read punctuation. I mean, read it. For example, when you read a comma you would say "comma" in your head instead of just leaving a natural break, you know?

Also, occasionally the words "very" and "really" take away from the word they are supposed to be enhancing.

Sometimes I think I just need to stop thinking and get over myself.

blogs are not my forte

Yesterday marked a momentous occasion.

I bought nail polish.

WHAAAAATTTT?!?!?!

Okay, so, it wasn't so momentous...Flip, it wasn't even an occasion.

Well, this just turned out to be the most useless post ever blogged.

pulchritudinous

Some days I just feel beautiful...
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even if I have a dirt smear across my chin and cheek

and the clothes I'm wearing make me look frumpy

and my hair is squidged up under a hat.

whaaaaaaat

Yellow is my six dollar shirt from V.V. Boutique.

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And my flip-flops, they're yellow too.

"like a sentimental school boy"

Do you ever imagine people saying things that you very much long to hear?

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Sometimes I try to put a lot of words into an action, any action.

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Sometimes I wonder if God cares that I feel [and look] boyish when I come to meet him. It makes me feel plain and almost immodest.

a sour mood abating, but not yet gone.

Some days I just try to wear as many different colours as possible.

outage from life.

I am going to be honest with you, hearing Bong talk about her kids and seeing how much she loves them through that really makes me want to stop working and stop planning for school and just get married and have children. At least three.

That could be a weird thing to state on a blog, but I don't mind.

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I guess it's just too easy to find fault in things,

even things that you cherish.

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Maybe I'll go back to my room cleaning.

Sometimes I really want long hair.

I don't care what you say; food is exciting.

Can we, please?

It could be so wonderful.

escalatory sensibilities

So, I happen to be tired and I happen to have a lot of things requiring contemplation.

Not a very good combination shot because when you are tired, your brain does a lot of wonky things and makes bizarre connections and jumps around a lot.

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It's hard to make sense of your self, let alone your tired self.

saddle up your cow!

We're movin' out and movin' on.

stonewashed jeans

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I still like blueberry bagels.

rakin' in the dough

So even though sometimes you're in a horrid mood and you notice everything awful, you can't help but find pleasure in the moment when you come home from work and you're [quite literally] covered with dirt from head to toe and you walk up the stairs and your only neice comes running at you shouting, "Dadeen!" It's pretty hard not to smile and give her a huge hug and a kiss despite your despicably dirty clothes and fouled mind.



P.S. It's roll up the rim time again.

fail, blunder, muddle, err, flounder, botch, fall, stumble, miscarry, flunk

Why are you consistently failing at life?

Why is it that you think that is acceptable?

Why can't you do anything productive?

Why do you convince yourself that things are true when they're not?

Why is it that you can not overcome issues?

Why don't you understand your weaknesses?

Why haven't you found your strengths?

Why are your relationships falling apart?

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Why are you not doing something to fix anything?

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How do you feel about that?

What do you think about that?

he's still my favourite.

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I mean no offence to others who have played this man when I say this, but Christopher Plummer will always and forever be my favourite Captain Von Trapp.


I mean, [insert name here] portrayed him very well in Toronto, but so far only Christopher Plummer has really been able to capture the real depth and character of the Captain and make him into an exceptionally wonderful, though fictional, character.

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But just look at this man. He's lovely!

a quote and a citation.

"it was a church picnic with 5,000 people; and nobody brought the salad."

Rev. DG - the Feeding of the Five Thousand

Reverend DeGelder, I'm glad you make me laugh when you're preaching. I'm glad you get excited about the words you are saying. I'm glad you really want us to hear.

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" "This is for Boris, from me, to have his uniform made..."
..............Anna Mikhailovna was already embracing her and weeping. The countess was also weeping. They wept because they were friends; and because they were kind; and because they, who had been friends since childhood, were concerned with such a mean object - money; and because their youth was gone . . . But for both of them they were pleasant tears . . . "

L. Tolstoy - War and Peace

Tolstoy, I'm glad you put these words together so that I could make a decision to read them, but not because I had to. I'm glad that you went out of your way to put them beside one another and to alter their meaning ever so slightly with the words that you surrounded them with. I'm glad that you existed and that you left something behind from your existence so that I can share in it, even though you have been gone for about ninety-nine years now.

a favourite.

This girl is one of my favourite people alive right now.

























Also, she is probably the most fantastic individual out there.
Although, I'm pretty biased.

darn chilliness

I discovered recently that I have a considerably low tolerance for frigid temperatures.

If I am doing something active (i.e. walking, running, dancing, etc.) cold temperatures are bearable. However, if I am sitting in a building it had better be warm in there!

No, it's not that bad. I just don't like being cold inside of buildings.
I like cold air, but not feeling cold. Trust me, there is a difference.




I also learned lately that I speak ridiculously loud.

help get trevor out of here!

Hey guys, there's going to be a slick fundraiser to help get Trevor to Nigeria.
It's on February 13th at 8 pm. In Dundas, at Collin's Brewhouse.
Go here to see all the information.




P.S. Woo!

more to come, perhaps later.

I'm afraid this is what occurs when you are stuck in a car for about 17 hours with the same people.

I don't really want to talk about this one.

Proud parent!

Ichabod Crane Service!

This should not need any explanation as to why it's absolutely hilarious.

Some really neat shells with some really neat innards.

you know what I think?

you know what I think?

I was gearing up to write a post about how I think the word "gorgeous" is quite ridiculous, but then I got distracted by the title of this post.

you know what I think?

Why does it really matter what I think?
Of what worth have I proven my thoughts?
What have I ever done to make my thoughts something that you should hear? Something that may be important to you? Something that could mean anything to you? Something that you need to make and take time to read?

Honestly, ponder that for a bit.

1 Corinthians 4:10-13

The apostles:

• fools for Christ
• weak
• dishonoured
• hungry, thirsty, in rags, brutally treated, homeless
• work hard with own hands
• when cursed, respond with blessing
• when persecuted, respond with endurance
• when slandered, respond with kindness
• the scum of the earth, the refuse of the world
• like MEN condemned to DIE in the arena

The corinthians:

• so wise in Christ
• strong
• honoured
• rich
• like KINGS

this is stupid.

I'm exhausted and I didn't even do anything today. At least, nothing out of the ordinary.



Good night. I'm going to bed.

that's all

My ears are peeling.

In other news, it's practically one o'clock.

dunh dunh duuuuunh

so...

if any of you recall that i was complaining about my straightener disappearing once, a long time ago (about half a year in fact) you no longer have to worry about my furthured irritation, although i don't think i've even brought it up in at least five months, so really you're no better off than you were).

i have recovered my lost straightener. and guess where it was. no, not under my bed, although that was the first place i looked when it was lost.

here's the scoop: i was in my little brother's room because i wanted to commandeer one of his spectacular white t-shirts of which he has about five and of which also he has stained about four. in any case, i was trying to scout out one of said t-shirts and instead, i opened a drawer and kablam-o. there it was. my long-lost straightener. though i was sure and certain that i had asked him at least four times (probably more...) if he had it (because, honestly, who else would have taken it?). but no, no he said, i don't have it.

oh man. heads will roll when he gets home from school. or maybe i'll just play it cool and wait for him to realize he is straightener-less and see how he likes it... hehhehe

sometimes home is the most splendid place in the world.

sometimes is now.