Off the Rim and in the Bowl!!!!

Okay, so I just decided that one of the worst things in my life is the staff washroom. Now this statement sheds much light on the goodness of my life. I do not claim to have a rough life, so shut up already. To say that the staff washroom is so terrible is not entirely true. The alternative would be sharing a toilet with two hundred (many intoxicated) people would be much worse. But to use a washroom that is set aside specifically for the staff and to find urine and hair scattered and splattered is disturbing. Sharing a washroom is not good for team building when I am wondering if the urine that I hovered over three minutes ago came from you. I guess what I what I want to say is clean up after yourself. It's gross. I should just get over this. Although it is disgusting, it's not that big of a deal. (Yah right. If I get Hep...)

Train Wreck

On my way to a restaurant to celebrate my friend Joanna's birthday this evening I had a random flashback from a few years ago. I was travelling across the country by train. Between Edmonton and Winnipeg I had the pleasure of witnessing a white hot affair take off. They met shortly after the train left the Edmonton station. They started talking and before long they were kissing. When we arrived at his stop in Winnipeg she managed to change her ticket and leave with them. I wonder where those crazy kids are today? Probably still in Winnipeg. With a love child. Or maybe in love with child. Sigh...if only I were so lucky.
I may not be lucky, but I did manage to get stuck under the table promptly after I arrived at the restaurant. I didn't know most of the people at Jo's party, so I decided to sit next to the ones that I did. Unfortunately, the spot close to them was right in the corner and everyone would have to get up for me to get in there. So, I did what any logical person in such a situation would do: I got down on the floor to climb under the table to the free spot. But the table was heavier than expected and closer to the bench than expected and I got stuck. The meal was delicious and we discovered an adequately lit and reasonably quiet lounge excellent for conversation. I got stuck under the table. Wow...I'm the prettiest person I know.

Confession and Dream for the Good Life

Confession:
Yesterday I was planning on going to a memorial for those that died to due to homelessness, but I ended up at the mall where I bought Mad Libs. Yikes.
Dream for the Good Life:
I want to live in community with people who live their lives close to Jesus. I want to live close to friends so I can share my life with junkies and prostitutes and people who are sick and people who are poor. Then they can become friends and stop being my clients. Currently I'm giving people towels so they can shower, but I'm not sharing my life with people. I think it is more feasible for me to move into the inner city with intentional community rather than go solo. It will be safer (good PR for potentially worried family). And there will be opportunities for things like a car share and a community garden. Oh boy this is gonna be awesome.
Okay, so this is the plan: I will meet with people who want to relocate to the downtown. We will talk, dream and pray about this idea. We will brainstorm what we would like the building to feel like. We will pray for the downtown. We will pray for each other. We will pray together. We will be community now. We will ask God to move. God will move. God will show us where to go. God will show us when to go. We will go. God will move into the building before us. God will show us what it means to love our neighbor. We will make mistakes. We will have successes. We will see Jesus in those around us.
Well, I'm sold.
We will be meeting Sunday Jan 29 at 7:00 chez moi. Any takers?

Question:

Would you rather die looking good or hardly looking?

Mr. Darcy, Where Are You?

I think I may be addicted to Jane Austen. That may be a bit of an exaggeration as I haven't picked up one of her books for a long time. I really like getting reacquainted to Mr. Knightly on the beach. (And, well, it's more blizzard than beach right now). I cannot think of a better beach book than Emma. But the object of my current love is not Mr. Knightly, but Mr. Darcy. Oh boy. I watched the newer version of Pride and Prejudice and I'm hooked. I've watched it twice in one week and I'm using all my strength to pause it so I can watch The Office in a few minutes.
Many many years ago I met someone with an Irish name and we didn't get along very well and we did not fall in love. I think he did make me cry a few times though. I am glad that we did not fall in love- but the hate turned to love thing worked very well for Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy. So, for all you cats out there ...I just missed the first f'n minutes of The Office. Draw your own conclusions please.