The Legoland Convention

I received an interesting e-mail today. Due to nature of the e-mail, I was concerned about the implications of opening this e-mail, as there was a distinct possibility that it contained life altering information. That is not the sort of endeavor one undertakes with lightness of spirit and a spring in his step. You need a certain amount of moroseness before you have your life altered for all time by an auspicious e-mail sent by a shady figure.
Now, in regards to the e-mail itself, the life changing nature of it had nothing to do with the e-mail subject, which read, "Important Notice." People receive important notices all the time and most have never had there lives irrevocably turned over. Except for that one kid Bastian, who opened an e-mail marked "Important Notice," then spent the rest of his life going on and on about a never ending story, which eventually led to a long stay in a psych ward. Anyways, as I have said, it was not the subject that concerned me, it was the sender of the e-mail. There are any number of people I love to receive e-mails from, and if it had been a major celebrity that had sent it, I probably would have been thrilled (unless it was sent by Clooney, nobody likes that guy). Alas, it was not an e-mail from some friend whom I enjoy corresponding with, nor was it a major or even minor celebrity. No, the sender of this e-mail was much closer to me than any of those people. So close, in fact, that I felt like I had known the sender my whole life, and I knew that an e-mail from this person was going to be life altering. Why, you ask? Well, it was because the e-mail was sent by one Joshua B. Otto. Now, I feel like I would remember sending an e-mail to myself, so I was fairly certain I had not sent it earlier in the day, so the logical conclusion was that I had sent this e-mail to myself from the future, using some sort of electronic mail time traveling device (EMTT for short, obviously). What was so important that I had risked changing the future time line in order to warn my past self? What kind of apocalyptic nightmare awaits our future, that I would be willing to risk all of existence in order to give a heads up to the past? Do those Teddy Ruxpin dolls finally achieve sentience and enslave humanity? Does 'Nsync reunite, casting waves of terror like a modern day Godzilla? There was only one way to find out. With the weight of the world upon my shoulders, I opened the e-mail that contained my destiny. My new mission in life? To buy cheap Viagra and Cialis through sketchy Internet companies. I kind of feel like future me dropped the ball on this one.

I am fully procrastinating at work right now. I am having one of those weeks. I just cannot focus on what I need to do, and I feel like I am getting nothing accomplished. I only have about 6 weeks of work left here...and I am trying to savour it as much as possible, but right now I just want to be done. I think it will help when I know where we're living, and when we start to pack and really get ready to leave. I am mulling around the thoughts of what I want to do when we move. I have had 2 job interviews/opportunities already. That has been exciting. But I'm almost not ready to think about that yet, but in a way I have to. I think I just need a weekend to gather my thoughts, relax and not think about work (I have worked almost 11 days in a row).

I am dressing up tomorrow, and I am quite excited about it. I am dressing up as the kid Max from Where the Wild Things Are. It is a pretty ridiculous outfit, and most people will have no clue who I am, but I am looking forward to it. I'll try to even get a picture and see if it can be posted up here (I wonder if we can do that?).

Well, I am about ready to leave work now. See ya!

I don't really have anything to say, but I randomly checked this blog today and decided to write something. Hi everyone.

Dan and I are moving to Abbotsford in just over a month from now. Wow! Well, I am moving down for a week and getting settled in, then coming back to Kelowna to finish up my job until Christmas. I wish we were there and settled already. This transition time is full of so many emotions from all directions. While I am excited and anxious and happy about what is coming, I am also sad and relieved and happy about what we are leaving. I am trying to savour as much of the time I have now as I can. It's not that I especially like Kelowna - no, I don't even like it. But I am appreciating parts of it so much more now. I keep having that feeling of "things will never be just as they are right now." And I now that phrase applies all of the time, but I really feel it especially in some deep way. It doesn't make me sad, just a bit sober, for lack of a better word.

Anyways, this blog has passed my quota of "deep" for today. There's nothing on TV and I am home alone right now so I am watching the TV listings channel and listening to music. There are 3 things I HATE about the TV listings channel.
1. The colors are hideous
2. All it advertises is weight loss products and they are on so frequently I feel like they are just constantly telling me I am fat and need to lose weight (even though I don't even know who "they" are)
3. Sometimes just as you get to the channel you want to see, the list jumps to a whole new place and you have to start all the way from the beginning again. Drives me crazy!!!

But I am a bit of a sucker for the music they play sometimes. Not because it is any good - actually it is usually terrible. However, my parents used to play this music when I was a kid - I think on a record player - and sometimes those songs come on. That makes me happy.

According to my Blogger Dashboard, this is the 501st post here. I find that number a little suspect, but who knows. Anyways, congrats to us!

Otto, I want to meet that guy.

So, I don't know how many of you know, but HA's mom is really sick. She needs our prayers. Thanks Moey for calling me and letting me know. I hope enough of you still check this. This may be as good a time as any to keep in touch through this blog. Anyways, just wanted to get the word out there.

Pray for HA's mom. And while you're at it, why not pray for the whole family. God likes those package deal prayers I think.

I don't have many deep conversations with Mitch. In fact, most of the conversations we have border on the absurd, and if they are not completely nonsensical, they are filled with terrible talk that would either get us fired or land us in jail. For example, Mitch one day noted that many of the plastic bins that we receive from large clothing companies could probably hold a small child. Without thinking I remarked that shipping small children could be a lucrative business, as long as a person had no morals, and along with our 75% discount, it could be hypothetical money in the bank. Mitch then helpfully pointed out to me that we do not receive discounts on business related shipping, which put a small cramp in the idea until I worked my way around the problem with this terrible gem of an idea, "Then it won't be for business, we'll ship small children for pleasure."
Awful. Absolutely horrid. So, when Mitch said that he hated his job, I was mildly surprised, as it seemed we were about to embark on the uncharted conversational waters of a normal conversation. So I asked him why he was still working here, expecting a normal reply of over-work, under-pay or lack of sleep, but alas, that is not how we roll. Instead, he answered, "I took this job for two reasons. Firstly, when I was told I would be working graveyards, I assumed that they were talking about an actual physical graveyard, and I am still kind of disappointed that I still haven't seen one yet. Secondly, I thought working nights would turn me into a vampire. In spite of drinking the blood of three homeless people and several small children, I have yet to develop fangs and can still see my reflection in the mirror...I really hate working here."

The first time someone asked me if I was going to get into heaven was at an Independent Baptist church that a friend had invited me too. I'm not sure what made it independent, it possibly could have emancipated itself from its parents, but that's just shoddy guesswork. I don't really remember why I was there in the first place, as it is not the sort of location one frequents when drugs are addling ones brain. I'm sure there was a wonderful sermon involved (there usually is), but I seem to recall being somewhat distracted by something during the wonderful sermon, which may have something to do with the beautiful young lady sitting beside me, which is as good a reason as any for being stoned in the presence of God. Anyways, in an attempt to dissuade me from my distraction, the Pastor had the congregation bow their heads and close their eyes, which did not so much dissuade me from distraction as much as it freaked me out a little bit, since someone had neglected to tell me that this was normal in church. That being said, with my head down and eyes closed, the Pastor asked if we thought we were going to get into heaven. As I was (still am) a bit of a smart ass and was quite high, I knew the answer, of course I'm not getting into heaven. I knew that if I was in charge of heaven, I sure as heck wouldn't let me in. I would probably shut off all the lights and pretend I wasn't home until I left (you can try deciphering that thought later). Things didn't end there, as the Pastor asked anyone who wanted to get into heaven to look at him. Now granted, I knew I wasn't getting in, but even the remote possibility things could work out well had me slightly intrigued, so I looked at him. then I prayed with him, as in he said words and I said the same words back, which included my sin, awful human being, Jesus, forgiveness and Amen. I didn't really know what was happening, possibly because I had been, currently was and really wanted to be high. Regardless, I said the prayer, got the Book and wham, bam thank you ma'am I was a Christian. How did I know I was a Christian? Well, firstly everyone told me I was, including the cute girl who referred to me as a brother (in Christ), which did a number on the attraction factor, and secondly, they told me I was and I was in no position to argue. So I celebrated with them, threw around some, "Amen brother's" and drank the church juice, after being assured it wasn't the electric kool-aid, and after explaining to them what electric kool-aid was. It was exciting, they were an incredibly nice group of people, and I didn't have the heart to tell them that I had no idea what they were talking about. At best I could throw down a Hail Mary and Our Father, which I helpfully let them know, but I was told that they don't believe in the diefication of Mary, so I apologized and didn't let them on to the fact that gibberish wasn't one of my known languages. I really liked these people, and it felt like they wanted to get to know me and were excited I was there, it was like insta-friends. So, in order to celebrate this brave new world, I went home and smoked the fattest joint I could roll. All for the glory of God of course.

Anyone out there?

Sometimes I think I'm not very in touch with my emotions.

Just a thought.

I wonder if this blog could ever come back to life . . .

What a lonely blog we have, yet I still check it regularly. Anyone with me? Its kind of like a memo board now maybe.
Dan's getting married
I'm pregnant
Moey's got a new job
Bryan has a new job
You know, the usual.

just kidding. pfft, Moey's job isn't new anymore.

November 10, 2007

Dan and Tara - The Wedding

"Loving Life, Loving You, 24/7"

Merry Christmas everyone. I miss my friends today. Being with my family for Christmas is good, but I actually miss my Christmases I've spent away the last couple of years. But mostly I miss my friends.

That sounded too sad. Be sure that I am loving Christmas and I am well.

I've been up since 6am and am still waiting for someone else to awaken. Soon, I hope.

Anyway, I hope you all are having good Christmasas too, whether with family or friends or spending alone time reflecting on the amazing day long ago that Jesus joined man on earth to save us all.

Love you much.