Catching My Breath

I was asked on Thursday if I'd like to work at camp in the Spring.

I called back on Friday and said yes.

Everything was officially confirmed about an hour ago.

I'm leaving tomorrow.

Now I need a minute to catch my breath.

Honestly though, God is incredible. I was finishing up school and wasn't really sure what I was going to be doing in the spring except plan for camp and out of the blue, an offer is there. God provides so much and I am completely grateful for it. I am so blessed to have the opportunity to go back to serve at camp. Camp has been such a huge part of my life and I love being able to still be a part of it.


My heart is beating fast and I'm shaking with glee.
It could be the coffee I had before my exam, but I think most of it is glee.

I'm officially done my undergraduate degree, thank you very much.
And bow.

After Thoughts

...and done. That was a long exam. Just slip the booklet inside the other and I'm out of here...

"We have reached the 10 minute mark. If you finish, just sit quietly until the end."

No! Bah. This always happens. I guess I could read over my exam. No... I'll see things I'll want to change and I will run out of time.

1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7... 8... 9... 10... 11... 12... 13... 14... 15... 16... 17... 18... 19... 20... 21... 22... 23... 24..........

I wonder if my shaking leg is bugging that girl over there. She doesn't seem to notice. Whatever. I'm going to shake it. Shake shake shake. Shake shake shake. Shake your booty. Shake your booty.

That girl down there is reading over her exam. Pfft. Loser.

L- O- Double L- I- P- O- P spells Lollipop, lollipop. It's a lick upon a stick guaranteed to make you sick. It's lollipop for meeee.

C, that's the way it begins and H, that's the next letter in, and I is the middle of the word, and C you've already heard, and K, now we're nearing the end, and E, now we're rounding the bend. C-H-I-C-K-E-N, Oh, that's the way you spell CHICK-EN!

Rufus Rustus Johnston Brown oh whatchu gonna do when the rain comes down. Whatchu gonna do oh whatchu gonna say if you can't pay the rent til the rain goes away...

Is it raining today? I hate taking the bus when it's raining. Wait. Jeremy's picking me up. Yesss.

1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7... 8... 9... 10... 11... 12.......

Hmm. A couple more minutes. So it's almost 5 -- that gives me 2 hours to study for my next exam. I'm hungry. Maybe I'll get a sandwich from Treats.
Then I'll study. Study study study study study study. S-T-U-D-Y. Study. Study. That word sounds funny now. Study. Why is a stud called "studly." Why now "study"? Like a nerd is called "nerdy," not "nerdly." But if someone does something in a nerdy way, you'd say they did it nerdily. So if someone did something in a studly manner, would you say they did it studily? No. English is weird. Why am I specializing in it again?

Oooo. The T.A. is watching the clock. 5... 4... 3... 2... 1.

"Ok. The exam time is up. Put your booklets together and come to the front to hand them in."

Ooo a dollar! Coffee? Yes please.

Long Weekend Hijinx

Last Thursday evening, Jeremy and I headed up to the cottage for a nice relaxing Easter weekend. We had instructions for the water pumps, warm clothes, yummy groceries, and expectations of a relaxing weekend. Little did we know what we were actually in for.

On Monday evening, before the weekend, my Grandfather leant us a flashlight so that we could see our way into the cottage on Thursday night. I put the flashlight in my backpack so that it wouldn't be forgotten and we headed out. However, at the last minute, I decided not to bring my backpack and, as a result, did not bring the flashlight. Where we park at the cottage is at the top of a cliff and there is a staircase going down the side of the rocks to get to the cottage. Clearly, this is not a good situation in the dark, especially when there is still snow and ice on the stairs. Despite the lack of flashlight, we made it down and into the cottage.

Backtrack: When we were about 20 minutes away from the cottage, Jeremy noticed that it was really loud while we were driving. I insisted that it was because there was lots of sand on the roads to melt the ice. Jeremy said the steering felt a little weird, but we just blamed it on the snow and sand.

Fast Forward: On Friday, we decided to go into town to get some groceries. My brother and his girlfriend were going to come up (which ended up being just my brother because Sara's grandmother died) and we needed to get some food for the weekend. I started driving and noticed once we got off the dirt cottage road that the steering did indeed feel a little weird. I didn't really know what I would find, but I decided to pull over and check things out. I walked around to the front of the car - everything looked fine - then made my way to the passenger side. My mouth dropped and my eyes bulged out of their sockets. We had the flattest tire ever. We had actually been driving on the rim.

Obviously, we needed to put the spare tire on. So Jeremy opened up the trunk and the lid to get to the spare tire. Much to our surprise the spare tire was encased in ice. Yes. You read correctly. There must have been a leak or when snow fell in the trunk when we opened it earlier must have melted and settled in with the tire. We headed back to the cottage (we were 2 minutes away) and I began to take trips up and down the stairs to boil water and pour it around the tire. We eventually got the tire out, scooped out the water from the trunk and changed the tire. Oh mercy me.

I wanted to document the events with some pictures, but my camera batteries died and Jeremy kept getting mad at me when I went hunting for batteries in the cottage. We were going to buy batteries in town, but we had the flat tire!

Everything eventually got taken care of, we eventually got to relax, and we eventually made it into town - by sheer luck. The gas light was on and we were going to run out any second. And wouldn't you know, the gas station in town was closed when we got there. Again, it was sheer luck that we made it back to the cottage on what little gas we had left. Fortunately, my brother was coming up and he followed us into town the next day so that if we ran out of gas on the way to the gas station, he could drive us the rest of the way and we could fill up a jerry can. We made it to town, though.

All in all, we had a very eventful weekend and I would very much like another long weekend to make up for the last one.

Oh, The Places You'll Go

I didn't really expect to react the way I did yesterday when Jeremy found out about some schools that he got accepted to for teacher's college. I didn't realize how much I actually don't want to move to North Bay, Thunderbay, or Windsor. I feel terrible for crying and being such a baby about it. Jeremy has stressed and worked so hard to make sure he got accepted somewhere to complete school, and I acted so selfishly. But I guess that doesn't really matter now because Jeremy got accepted to Ottawa, which is the first 'out-of-town' choice if he doesn't get into the Toronto schools. And I'm more willing to move there.

I hate when life is so unpredictable sometimes. I want to know where we're going to be living in the Fall rather than waiting and guessing. But this definitely forces me to put more trust in God's plan. With the uncertainty of the future, I have to trust that God knows what He's doing, and that He'll provide for our needs.

God provides: this is definitely something I've been learning and something I've been blessed with this year and it's terrible how often I've actually stopped to thank God for what He's done. Jeremy has had 4 or 5 different jobs this year, with jobs falling through and other ones being offered right away. God provides. We've received mysterious cards with money in them from people that love us. God provides. We've had Monday night dinners with Jeremy's family all year. God provides. No matter what has happened, whether it be as big as losing a job or as little as not having a couch, God has taken care of our needs. If I can see that God has taken care of us, I need to trust that His plan is good, wherever we end up next year.