Skip to main content

The Weekend and Some Thoughts

What a GREAT weekend. We started it off with the drive-in with a lovely couple, and we had a blast eating sugar snap peas, grapes, strawberries, candy, and caramel corn. We talked we laughed and we posed for pictures.
 This is me and Stephanie, just before the sunset!
Rob and the lovely couple.
Here's Rob being Rob and Stephanie smiling as she watches cute little girls giggle with their mom.

Saturday we spent selling a motorcycle, hanging out with our niece and Rob's brother, and then doing pretty much nothing all evening. Sunday we slept in (skipped church :S) and went for a walk around Conestogo lake...which was fun but not quite the hike we were looking for. 
Sorry about taking so long to do this post! The week gets going and the evenings just fill in so fast! Last night we went to a campfire and the lovely Yantzi farm. SO I am typing this up smelling like stale campfire...mmmmm!

 Today I'm supposed to write about my most embarrassing moment. Maybe the reason why I didn't type this up quickly on Monday was because I'm not really sure what my most embarrassing moment is. Not that I have many, many hugely embarrassing moments but because I can't really pick out a moment that stands out for me. 

There have been a lot of moments that were embarrassing at the time, but now that I look back they don't seem that embarrassing anymore. I don't have anything recently, but there is a funny story from grade 6 that I can tell y'all.

When I was in grade 6 I was hanging out at my friends house. Her parents had left and we were being 12-year-old girls, giggling, talking and thinking we were a lot more mature than we were. We went outside to hang out in her dad's Jeep to pretend that we could drive and be goofy. After hanging outside for a while, saying hi to her dad when he came home, talking about boys, giggling about boys and talking about what movie we were going to watch that evening at our sleepover, we decided to head inside to listen to music and go pee. As we were walking inside I saw this shadow moving up the stairs from the basement. My heart started beating SO quickly, I screeched and then my body responded in the worst way possible...I peed in my pants. 

As soon as I realized that happened I screamed again, threw my hand over my mouth and started running up the stairs to the bathroom, yelling the whole way up the stairs "I can't believe I peed my pants! I can't believe I peed my pants!" I hear her dad laughing from downstairs and my friend is standing there in disbelief. 

I couldn't look at her father later that evening and if I did I felt totally mortified over forgetting that he had come home and that he's allowed to walk up the stairs in his own home without being greeted by a 12- year- old girl screaming bloody murder and peeing in her pants. :S

I hope you all have had a wonderful beginning of the week! I hope to write once or twice before we leave for the cottage this weekend. I LOVE the cottage! I'm so super pumped, I love lying in the sun and going canoeing and chatting with wonderful friends and eating delicious food and just hanging out! Hurray for extra long weekends. :) Hope you all have wonderful plans too.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

A Letter to Canadian Believers

  Dear brothers and sisters,  I am writing to you from the darkness of my bedroom in the dead of night because my heart aches within me.  I’ve had this song running through my head recently that I learned back in grade three. It goes, “They will know we are Christians by our love, by our love. They will know we are Christians by our love."  I don’t believe this is how Christians are seen anymore which deeply saddens me. When I look at the general state of  North America and the hate that is often spewed and fear that is lobbied like bombs, meant to attack, used to defend, I feel so heavy. I think Christians are known more for our hate- not only for those outside of "us” but for those within "us”.  I think it is truly time for all of us who call ourselves believers and followers of Christ, myself included, to really look at ourselves and look at the Bible. Actually, read for ourselves verses in context, and read to discount our own hypothesis (because this i...
1 comment
Read more

Fall Excitement!

Is anyone else excited for fall?! The trees are beautiful and there is that particular smell in the air that makes me go, "Ahh..." While I am definitely a summer girl, I may have a wavering dedication to summer because of fall. Fall is beautiful, fall means pumpkin pie, fall means sweaters, fall means cozy homes filled with wonderful smells. Some of you know that I'm down in Toronto three days and two nights a week. Honestly, in some ways this has been wonderful for our marriage! But it doesn't change the fact that I miss being around Rob, and our home.  Side note: Do any of you find you have an addiction to exclamation points? I always find myself having to restrict my use of them or using :)'s to show it is a happy exclamation and not an angry one. I was going to write this post about this coming (and by coming I mean past) weekend, which for us here Canadians was all about Thanksgiving. But by the time I got around to actually writing this blog the Th...
2 comments
Read more

A New Series

 Hello! Thanks for reading this. I know it's been a while. I'm not the most consistent and steady of bloggers so I appreciate you taking the time to even click the link and pop over to my blog! I'm so glad you're here. Recently, as I've been reading the news and talking with close friends I've had this heaviness weighing on me. It is partly the heaviness that comes with the reality that the world is not as it should be. I think no matter your faith background you could probably agree with me on this point. Another aspect of the heaviness comes as I observe and see Christians within Canada (and much of North America) and the way that we show up in spaces. In reflecting on this I had this song pop up in my head that I had learned in elementary school (I went to a Christian school). That song spun out into more reflection and one night when I was lying in bed, unable to sleep because of the sadness (and to be honest anger), I felt prompted to write a letter to my f...
Post a Comment
Read more