Thursday, September 13, 2007

So very, very, confused.

I'm really perplexed tonight. I came home from work and as I walked through the kitchen, I walked right through a puddle of water. A fairly good sized puddle. And the strange thing is that I can't figure out where it came from! It wasn't there when I was home at lunch. I looked down...nothing spilled, no tell-tale trail. I looked up...no hole in the ceiling! So I mopped it up, trying to shake this odd feeling. Had someone been in my house? Nothing was taken. Unless....the man who lives in my basement has a young son who just came back from his summer holidays. Last year he got locked out of the basement NUMEROUS times and I would let him use the phone to call his dad. This is the only thing I could think of...that he let himself in (we lock the outside door, and I leave my inside door unlocked)thinking he could use the phone, then maybe spilled some water from a water bottle? It's a long shot....and I hate to blame him...but what other explanation could there be???? Needless to say, I locked the door when I went out tonight.

Sunday, September 09, 2007

A man's work is never done. Around my place, that is.

I spent this lovely afternoon cleaning out my side of the garage and mowing my lawn. My garage is a place that I avoid at all costs, other than parking my car. Park car, leave ASAP. It's a huge mess. Oh, except for my neighbour's side...since lately he has taken to moving some of HIS things onto MY side. Nevermind that the owners of the house have tons of their stuff jammed on my side too. So today I shifted everything over to their side, I'm so petty aren't I! Another reason I avoid my garage is because all of my bottles are out there. Now, I do LOVE to recycle...however, the bottle depot in Sylvan Lake is rather frustrating as they have a confusing system of sorting and they make you do it yourself. So for the past year I've been collecting cans and bottles in my garage, and continuously forgetting to run them into Red Deer. At least now they are sorted neatly into bags. And finally, the last reason I avoid my garage is for the simple fact that it is so dusty in there. I'm sensitive to dust (such a wimp) so the thought of sweeping out the garage makes me cringe. But today I bit the bullet and did it. I swept out a huge pile of dust and dirt that has collected over the past year, swirling up huge dirt clouds and having it blown back into my face with the breeze outside. I then spent the next 2 hours sneezing and blowing dirt out of my nose, and hacking up a lung. But it's done. And I can rest easy for another year. I followed my cleaning stint with a lawn mowing stint. Don't even get me started on this one. It was like mowing down a tropical rainforest, the grass was so thick. The guy downstairs has been getting a little lazy with the lawn so I've been trying to pick up the slack. I started asking myself "Is this not what husbands are for??? I need to find me one!", but then I realized that quite possibly, even with a husband I might have to do these chores. So I'll look at it from the perspective that I'm working on my skills. "Lawnmowing skills, garage cleaning skills, numchuck skills". Guys dig skills right?

Thursday, September 06, 2007

Not my idea of a "shopping spree"

Sunday School starts this weekend. Eeeeek! I'm still short a few volunteers, but hey...what's new? We'll git 'er dun anyway I'm sure and I'm looking forward to this year. I was shopping for supplies for kids ministry and our nursery the other day, and it struck me as funny that I had a cart full of baby stuff and no baby in sight. And as I thought about it more, it's even funnier to wonder if anybody thought I was pregnant and just stocking up on changepad covers, baby washcloths, baby wipes, nursery decorations etc. And then I found myself relieved that these things weren't for me. Don't get me wrong, I have tons of friends who are having babies right now, and I'm so happy for each and every one of them. And I love kids, I wouldn't be doing what I do if I didn't. But sitting at home in the evenings, I find myself happy that I can hand the kids back to their parents at the end of the day (especially if they're crying). One day, if the Lord chooses, I suppose I may have kids...but for the moment, I'm happy to be free of that responsibility! And you all know I'm too young to have kids anyway...