Derek Chiu, this one's for you...

I'm in such shock that I couldn't help but bring this public. See, my friend Derek has asked me for hair advice a couple of times now. I was hesitant this last time because the time before he totally threw it out the window (in spite of the fact that the majority of the vote rested in my camp). This last time he gave me his word that he would grow it out. We even made up a slogan: "Grow it til you can row it". "Row" as in cornrows. Now he's done it again. He cut his hair.

So now to you, Derek, I say: I can't believe you cut your hair. Again. Don't count on any more hair advice from me. This is twice now. Obviously you're not commited to keeping it wild. What, I ask you, is a salad if you can't keep it wild?! And I'm doubting if you actually want to live strong.

I guess that's about it...

Who's the bad blogger?

Yup, that'd be me, I'm the bad blogger. What's been happening? Well, I got 7 blisters on my feet from a lovely little walk I took, I got a sunburn last Sunday that just won't quit. And I found out this week that I didn't get the job that I was hoping to get. That last one was severely disappointing. According to "The Way I See It #17", they just weren't smart enough to say yes. As a result it looks like I might be taking a shift in my job path. A potential job oppertunity has come up and right now I'm praying about whether I'm going to hop on the train or not. Seems more stable than shelter-type work, but definately a different direction (though still within the realm of psychology). Still, it's unsettling not to have a job at the moment. It's requiring a lot of my faith to keep believing that God has a plan and He's got it all under control while things are feeling very out of control. But above all, I know without a doubt that He is good and has nothing short of the best for me. Thanks to all of you have been praying about this job for me this past while. I appreciate you and your prayers so much.

Post Script

Last week, on a whim, I discovered 'Passion' tea (caffine free) at Starbucks. All I have to say about it is mmm mmm good, Tazo-licious.

#17

Anyone who knows me in the least bit knows that I like coffee. I like tea too. And one of my favorite coffee shops is Starbucks. Although Ethical Addictions and Esquires rank equally high on my coffee shop list, there's just the convienience of having a Starbucks every where I go. Case in point: that intersection in Vancouver that has 2 of it's 4 corners adorned by Starbucks. And yes, I've been to them both.

So as of late Starbucks has some new cups out with "The Way I See It" on the back. Musings of ordinary people on all sorts of things. Some I agree with, some infuriate me, some just make me smile and shake my head. My favorite so far is "The Way I See It #17" written by Keith Olbermann (a broadcast journalist) and I like it so much I thought I'd share it with you.

"The world bursts at the seams with people ready to tell you you're not good enough. On occasion, some may be correct. But do not do their work for them. Seek any job; ask anyone out; pursue any goal. Don't take it personally when they say "no"-they may not be smart enough to say "yes.""

So on that note, I urge you to go out there today, or tomorrow, or whenever you decide to move, and strut your stuff and ask for what you want until someone is smart enough to say "YES!"

Why are my frogs hugging?

So, me and my sister, Kim, have had African dwarf frogs for the past 4 years. They each lived in their own little tanks with their own little snails (her's, named Pokey, abandoned it's shell and died about two years ago). Until I got a brilliant idea: our frogs could live together in a bigger tank and be friends. So today I go to the pet store, get a 2-ish gallon tank, some new rocks, a bridge for them to play around and hide under (they like to hide), and a plant. I set the tank up and put them in there. At first they each just sat there, scared to move. Then my frog, Nelson, decided to go meet Kim's frog, Jeremiah. That seemed to be the beginning of the end. Jeremiah grabbed onto Nelson's back and Nelson bolted. It seemed that Jeremiah wanted to kill Nelson. We all thought Jeremiah was attacking Nelson and so my Mom garbbed the nearest object, a sharp steak knife (the frogs live in the kitchen), and said to Kim "Here, incase you need to seperate them!" I called the pet store to ask the lady (who has her own frogs) if they were attacking or perhaps mateing. Not many answers there, just many possibilities, so I turned to the trusted internet. Through my research it seemed that Nelson was appropriately named having the male markings of white under his front arms. Jeremiah, not so much. Since Jeremiah was attacking Nelson and turned out to be a she, Kim renamed her Xena: warrior princess. As of now it seems that Nelson finally figured out what Xena wanted and is hugging her middle, trying to help her squeeze the eggs out. It has been quite the day of frog drama here at our house. Me and my brilliant ideas.