Thursday, July 27, 2006

You and you alone...

I remember having a conversation with this friend of mine (and Glen's) at Fuddruckers a long time ago. We talked about the mystery behind why he never could seem to "get the girl". My theory was timing. It seemed to me at that time that all of the girls this friend had liked had also liked him, but only at different times than he was pursuing them... It seemed like he was always too early or too late. I don't think my theory made him feel any better. Maybe worse actually.

This past weekend I had the enormous pleasure of watching this friend get married to one of the kindest, smartest, and loveliest girls I've ever met. You couldn't possibly pick a better match for Scotty. Watching the two of them together - made this romantic sap's heart melt anyways - and made me think about our conversation about timing. In the end Scotty really didn't have a problem with timing at all. It's a good thing Scotty's timing was "off" 'cause God had something so much better in store for him than all of those other relationships.

Scotty and Mabel sang this song at their wedding ceremony. I can't resist posting the lyrics along with some pictures for all of you romantic saps like me out there. (Plus a couple just for fun.)

Till Kingdom Come

Steal my heart and hold my tongue
I feel my time, my time has come
Let me in, unlock the door
I never felt this way before

And the wheels just keep on turning
The drummer begins to drum
I don't know which way I'm going
I don't know which way I've come

Hold my head inside your hands
I need someone who understands
I need someone, someone who hears
For you I've waited all these years

For you I'd wait till Kingdom come
Until my day, my day is done
And say you'll come and set me free
Just say you'll wait, you'll wait for me

In your tears and in your blood
In your fire and in your flood
I hear you laugh, I heard you sing
I wouldn't change a single thing

And the wheels just keep on turning
The drummers begin to drum
I don't know which way I'm going
I don't know what I'll become

For you I'd wait till Kingdom come
Until my days, my days are done
Say you'll come and set me free
Just say you'll wait, you'll wait for me
Just say you'll wait, you'll wait for me
Just say you'll wait, you'll wait for me

The whole thing kinda makes me think maybe sometimes, okay almost certainly sometimes, when I am complaining in my heart to God about how my life is turning out, about not getting that girl baby, about not getting that job, about not living in the city I'd like to be living in... Maybe I should just shut up and enjoy the ride cause maybe God's gonna pull a Scotty D on me and give me exactly what I need when I need it and it's going to be better than anything I could come up with... Maybe.

Sunday, July 16, 2006

Worlds Colliding

Against my better judgment I bought Sims 2 off of eBay the other day. I knew it would be a huge mistake and it was. I have this tendency way down deep to want to escape real life. When I was younger I did it with my barbies. Even as I grew older I would often create detailed fantasies when life seemed too depressing to be endured. Oh, nothing perverted or twisted. Usually just cheerful little romances where I am rescued by a handsome prince or something along those lines.

One common fantasy - I can't believe I'm actually writing this - usually occurred while waiting for the bus on my way to work at Pizza Hut in the freezing winter wind on a downtown Regina street corner. In this particular fantasy a very classy car pulls up beside me. A man in the backseat opens his window and behold! It's someone along the lines of Cary Elwes (The "As you wish" hot cha cha guy from Princess Bride) and he is in Regina for some awards banquet and his date has stood him up. Poor guy. All alone in a strange city. He's stopped for directions because his driver doesn't know where he is going, but when he rolls down the tinted window of the backseat where he is sitting he is captivated by my beauty and fresh wholesomeness. I start to give him directions, but he stops me. Perhaps, if I am not busy he could impose on me... He needs a date for the event he is attending that evening. Would I consider accompanying him? Oh, but I have no dress. That's not a problem. There's time to get one... If only I didn't start my shift at Pizza Hut in half an hour and... WAIT! WAS THAT MY TRANSFER? Argh!

I really did miss my bus once in -35 degrees while in the midst of this particular fantasy. "Luckily" I wasn't late for work. (I should also note that I only thought Cary Elwes was hot until I saw him on some talk show once. He is a complete nerd in a bad Steve Erkel sort of way, as opposed to a good Clark Kent or Glen type of way... Which sort of brings me to the point of all of this.) Where was I? Oh. Yes.

  • I bought Sims 2.
  • I have a problem living in the real world and would much rather trade it for a fantasy world. This tendency has led me to a "worlds colliding" type of moment that may prove to be cataclysmic as far as my tenuous grip on reality is concerned.

Here we have simulated Glen serving simulated pizza: (I know!)

Next, simulated Glen, simulated Ang, and simulated me eating (or about to eat) simulated delicious fantasy pizza, with Glen's simulated (and nerdy) alter-ego "Kyle the Yellow Dart" in the background. Sigh. I'm pretty sure we are all having stimulating and scintillating simulated conversation while gaining only simulated weight from the simulated greasy pizza. Why did I ever buy this game? I'll never want to leave. Who knows how many buses I could end up missing...

P.S. When I got Glen to order pizza for all of us I had no idea it would come looking like that! Let's all say HOT CHA CHA together shall we? Also, I don't think I have Ang's hair quite right, I think I might have to redo her sim... But the outfit is good hey?

Friday, July 14, 2006

Lonely for Chackins

It's super hot outside and pouring down buckets of rain. I miss Ping. I wish she were here. I wish Star Trek was real.

Thursday, July 13, 2006

Imaginary Goodness

A little known fact about me is that I crave imaginary pizza (and spaghetti... and tacos... and chinese food... and actually all imaginary food). I love toy pizza. I always wish I could really eat it. Same with pizza on cartoons. I wish I could call up Pizza Hut and order a pizza and when it got here it would look just like it does in a cartoon like The Simpsons. And you know that scene in Conspiracy Theory where Mel Gibson sends a pizza to Julia Roberts and she brings it out to him and then he takes it from her and eats it in the car? Oh man. I love that scene. And it's not Mel. It's the imaginary pizza. How come pizza never looks like that in real life? On TV and in movies it is always in these huge slices and it's all droopy and... Oh man. (It's the same with Chinese food in make believe world. Like the Chinese food that they're always ordering on Seinfeld. It's always in those cool boxes and it comes with chopsticks and the noodles look so goooooood.) Maybe it's just because it's Saskatchewan take-out and not New York take-out.

Whatever it is I want their food and not mine. Or at least I did until tonight. We got pizza and it looked just like cartoon or toy pizza. Even Glen, knowing my previously unfulfilled longing, commented on it before I got the chance to. I think whoever cut it must have messed up cause it was in these giant pieces and I got extra sauce so it was all droopy, but not in that bad way that means it didn't get cooked enough. It was thin crust and the pepperoni was on top of the cheese so it looked just like it does on TV. I slapped a piece on Glen's plate and he looked at it and said, "This looks like cartoon pizza."

Sometimes marriage is boring because you know way too much about each other and sometimes it's fabulous because the other person gets it without you even having to explain.

Now I can cross "Eat Imaginary Pizza" off my list of things to do before I die. I wonder where I can get some imaginary spaghetti?

Friday, July 07, 2006

Cute hey?

Too bad his family lives so far away... They should come for a visit or something before he grows out of it and turns into a snotty teenager.

One of us... One of us...

Another family member has been converted to our blogging cult. The brainwashing and conditioning sessions have finally taken effect and she has been saved, hallelujah amen, from the doomed world of anonymity. Now all she has to do is pass the initiation test and she can truly be called... ONE OF US... ONE OF US... ONE OF US.

(Don't worry Carolyn, all that's left to do is drink a little chicken blood and swallow a live fish or two and you are in. It's not like we'd ask you to do anything gross. One of us... One of us...)

Sunday, July 02, 2006

An Epiphany

I noticed something today that has led to a bit of an epiphany. I have this need to document every moment of Ben's life. And now Sam's. Right now he is upstairs watching a movie with Glen and giving an adorable play by play and what do I want to do? Get the video camera. I have issues.

Today we stopped at a regular family hang out of ours. The train tracks. There are usually some trains parked there and Ben loves to touch them. I'm not sure if this is illegal or not... Probably it is, but this time Glen even put Ben on the train. He was in his glory I tell you.

Instead of enjoying the moment I semi-ruined it by trying to get the perfect shot of Ben enjoying the moment. The only thing is he has trouble enjoying the moment when his Mommy is constantly trying to get him to pose just right. Why do I do that? Why can't I just enjoy and if I must photograph every moment why can't I just snap a quick picture and be happy.

That's the thing. I'm almost never just happy being in the moment. I'm always looking forward or backward in time for something better. Even if there is nothing better, I think, "This is the best thing ever. How can I make it last forever?" Then I spend so much time trying to make it last forever the moment passes me by.

Today I was on and the verse of the day was "Let your conversation be without covetousness; and be content with such things as ye have: for he hath said, I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee." Hebrews 13:5

I looked up some other verses about contentment and whether they talked about being content with circumstances, finances, or whatever they all come back to knowing that God will never leave us. What difference does that make I want to know. Why should my spiritual contentment affect how I feel about how much money I have or what my health is like? What does one have to do with the other? Does being content in the knowledge of God's love really translate into all areas of life? What if my marriage was sucky sometimes? Can I really be content in it and with my husband just because I know God loves me and is here with me?

I know the answer. Yes. I should be. The truth is I'm not though. When I look at my life I can pick out something in every single area that I am discontent with. I am even discontent in my most joyous areas of life... My little boys. I honestly can't look at them and be completely happy with them because they are going to grow up and leave me. See what I mean? I can do that for everything and I think it all goes back to one thing. Just like the verses all went back to one thing. Am I really content in the knowledge of God's love? When I look at the real evidence of my life I think I have to say I must not be. I guess I have something to work on. Maybe this explains why I have this huge need to have everything around me just so.

So, to all of you people out there who I irritate with my picture taking, holiday decorating, campsite managing, blog perfecting, furniture arranging, dog dandruff sweeping, fridge organizing, toy cleaning, towel folding, sock matching, nitpicking ways... I apologize. I'll try let some of that stuff go a little more often. And more importantly, I'll try and find contentment in the most important area of my life so hopefully it'll just naturally spread into those other areas that drive you all nuts. (And maybe, just maybe Ben and Sam won't need therapy by the time they move out.)

And now a picture... 'Cause I give myself permission to let this transformation take time.

And 'cause Ben is just so ding-danged cute.