No Michael Buble :(

So last night our dorm activity was learning the basic steps used in ballroom dancing. I signed up to attend for the sole reason that this would be the introduction of the chocolate fountain and it seemed only fit that I were in attendance for such a celebration. The dancing, to me, was merely a method of wearing off the calories we would be consuming.
(though while dancing, one of my partners informed me that in order to wear of the energy one Smarty gives you, you'd have to walk around a football field twice- that is a lot of dancing! Darn science students)

However before the night began I was informed- first be an inside source and then later by the white board- that it was to be a black and white affair. *gag* I was not impressed! And furthermore, I did not have any black bottoms and white tops (my mother practically disallows my dressing in white due to my inevitable fate of staining it) here at school. One of my dear R.A.'s was kind enough to lend me a white top (even though I told her "me, white and chocolate do not mix") and gave me permission to wear my jeans :)

So I arrived at the dance with the intentions of eating tons of chocolate and then excusing myself before the dancing had begun. However I got dragged into it and soon found myself actually enjoying myself! Who knew that dancing could be fun!
And the chocolate was not disappointing either! :)






And for those of you who wish to see additional photo's of the night you can visit this blog below as you can always count on him to post and take more photos than I.

The Anguish of Words

And thanks to all those who were patient with my two left feet!


~I wish to live in the days of ballroom dancing, dance cards and no hip-hop~

Another Block on the Tower of Problems

In an early comment a friend asked me "what are you passionate about?"

And I stopped- what am I passionate about. I thought about it for quite some time, but nothing came. I decided to turn to the dictionary for assistance.

Passion: adj. strong and barely controllable emotion

Emotion is something that I don't show often, and if I do it's to an extreme.
But being passionate about something is not a feeling I believe I've felt. Sure there are things that I enjoy, but those feelings depend on my mood. There is nothing (well, other than chocolate) that I delight in unceasingly.

Is there something wrong with me?

-?Powerless for Passion?-

Not just because I wrote one about my Sisters

My brother is one of the coolest kids I know.

He is 7 years and 20 days younger than I. And I still recall the day he was born! Only weeks before I had made a wish on a 'magic friendship bracelet' that the baby in my mother's stomach would be a boy! (so everyone can thank me for the joy he brings)

One of the things I like most about him is that he truly does not care what other people think of him (which at his age is a big thing). He is involved in everything from Hockey to Youth Group to the Chess Club! (The whole chess club thing surprised me too, I just found out about that this afternoon!)

He is
brave -he's already transferred schools 3 times- where I was afraid of going to high school when all my friends were coming with me!
intelligent -he can kick my butt at any math question and he is in the chess club
loving -you should see him playing with younger children- he'll make a great babysitter one day
creative -he's invented some the most inovative games I have ever tried to comprehend
entertaining -I've had friends ask if they could rent him for entertainment
. . . the list could continue on for ages but I realize that you all probably don't want to hear me ramble on about my brother.

But I know you all want to meet him!

~sometimes having a brother is even better then having a superhero~

Sisters

I am the eldest of four children. Three of us being girls, and than the fortunate youngest- the boy!
Being away at university- nearly 20 hours from home- provides little time to spend with my family, it is tough, but we get by with emails, phone calls and the great technology of MSN.

Today I was blessed to have received an email from one sister and share some quick words on msn with the other.

The email was genius (I really wonder where my dear sisters learned such writing skills!) and insightful! For my sister- a large supporter of anti-boy views- has given me relationship advice. Where did she learn it you may ask- from a book of course, where else! She said :
I've figure you out. Your not afraid of commitment you are just afraid of being trapped in the relationship. You want freedom and relationship together. And every guy you've liked and went out with kept trying to get a big commitment out of you so you felt trapped. So you pulled away a little to see if you had any freedom left and they chased you harder. You just have to find some one who gives you space when you pull away that will let you know that you still have freedom and then be like but why isn't he trying to get me back and you'll start wanting a commitment from him. See all problems solved.

For now I remain impartial to such advice, but it is an interesting concept.

As for my other dear sister, I have not received an email from her in a while, but she still cheers me up when ever I talk with her. This is what the end of our conversation resembled this evening :

HER:?
alright, much love to you too dearling, rock edmonton to shreds love you bunny!!!!?
?
?ME:?
lol . . . bunny?
?
?HER:?
that's right, it's a compliment too
?

My love for them grows each day, as does my yearning for them.


~I pity those without sisters, for who than can make you laugh and cry at the same time ~

"I've got you Under my Spell"

It saddens me to hear of people who cannot appreciate what country (or any other genre which they haven't given a fair chance) music has to offer. They judge it by a few songs they've heard and assume they are all equivalent to that. I do not feel I pressure others to listen to my music, but I do delight in sharing with them quality country music.

My family was my first victim! They were not aficionado in the slightest, but through my eager persuasions they found a new appreciation for it, and for now, that is all I can ask. And it always makes my day to hear that they are listening to my music at home and thinking about me!
SUCCESS

Last year, as school commenced, my roommate told me of her disfavour with some of my style of music. Slowly I presented my favourites, and, when there were no complaints, I continued to introduce more and more, until one day she admitted she quite enjoyed country!
SUCCESS!

More success came when a good friend of mine bought his very own country CD, without even my knowledge!
SUCCESS!

Next, a dear friend of mine, openly revealed his feelings for the Dixie Chicks and their music when he first played the CD I made for him in his care with his male friends AND sang along. Then when he joined me in my adventure to the Dixie Chicks' concert this summer! He was equally as excited as I was to be experiencing such an amazing band first hand!
SUCCESS


Most recently my dear might-as-well-be roommate came to me wanting to borrow some good music. Moments later I heard Dixie Chicks blaring from across the hall.
SUCCESS

What I like to see :) Welcome to the dark side!


~ sometime I surprise myself at how manipulative I can be ~
*wink*

What's the Delay?!

Be strong and courageous.
Do not be terrified;
do not be discouraged,
for the LORD your God will
be with you wherever you go.
Joshua 1:9

Life is full of twists and turns. No matter where you go or who you are with- there are going to be times that you loath the situation you are in.


So here I am school. Second year of university. Why am I here? That's a good question, one that I can only answer with, "God only knows". I have no idea what I want to do with me future . . . well, there is none that I feel passionately about. And I am still searching frantically for that God-given-talent that, as a child, we are all told we have.
I've seen people who's talent is public speaking.
People who's talent is music.
People who's talent is caring and loving, patience and support.
There are people who seem to have a God-given-talent in everything they do!
It is frustrating sometimes. And I can't help be envious of those people. I know that God will reveal his plan for me in his perfect time . . . but I'm not a patient girl!


~...those who wait for the LORD will gain new strength...~

"Lord, what fools these mortals be!" -Puck

This morning, as I was preparing for my day, I had this sudden sense that I was somehow taller today than yesterday. Could it be . . . Is it possible?!
I examined myself in the mirror. I appeared taller than I recalled! A smile materialized upon my face- it had been a dream of mine to grow ever since my youngest sister had passed me in height! Then my eyes fell to the bottom of my pants where they were cuffed, in the same place they always had been. And they weren't too short. :(
My senses had once again fooled me!
(doesn't it feel good to be a fool)


As I was seated here this afternoon, working on an essay, the song "Getting There" by Terri Clark began to play on Pandora. These lyrics caught my attention :
You want an answer as soon as you say a prayer
You want to land the moment you're in the air
Baby the living is all in the Getting There

It's true you know . . . I'm often guilty of it myself- wanting so much for the answer or the end to come that I want to skip the process of achieving those things. But the 'getting there' is the joys, the cries, the ups and the downs, the memories that make life.

~be a fool- live your life!~

this is what happens when you go to the bathroom

this is fun...ha ha ha GO DUCKS GO

Guidance

'So it was not you who sent me here, but God' (Genesis. 45:8)
God's plan is far beyond us- we are taken and used, like Joseph.

'Be transformed by the renewing of your minds, so that you may discern what is the will of God - what is good and acceptable and perfect' (Romans 12:2)
Prayer is a way that God guides us. Just be close to Him, open your heart, your soul and your mind to what he has to say.

'If we live by the Spirit, let us also be guided by the Spirit' (Galatians 5:25)
Let us walk and move in the grace of God, doing all things for and with Him.

'And all this works together for our good and his good, and the good of others' (Romans 8:28).
Every situation that we find ourselves in, whether it be good or bad, painful or joyful, will somehow, in some way, work out to be His perfect plan, and ultimately bring glory to God.


Everyone goes through rough times, or find ourselves in tough situations where we are stumped, and have no idea what to do. You may think that one way is better than the other . . . but the constant haze in your mind is no help.
Praying for guidance seems to be getting old. You know that God answers all prayers in his perfect time . . .
Sometimes, i feel like there is no time left, and i wonder "did i miss God's guidance?"


-stop looking for something that's been right in front of you all along-

Are You Afraid of the Dark?

Fear (n) - an unpleasant emotion caused by the belief that someone or something is dangerous, likely to cause pain, or a threat.

Fear (v) - be afraid of something or someone as likely to be dangerous, painful, or threatening.

Fear is a perfectly natural part of life. Everyone, at some point in their life has felt fear.
There are also some people who's fears surpass the average and become phobias.
But I wonder, at what point is it considered a phobia?

As for me, two of my greatest fears are public speaking and commitment.
When either of these are mentioned when referring to me, I become uneasy. I begin to shake, my throat contrasts and my breathing becomes raspy, I get an upset stomach and I feel as if I could easily slip out of consciousness.
I am like the 'stereotypical guy'- runs at the first sign of commitment and/or marriage!

Experts say the only way to over come ones fears is to face it. Just thinking about that begins this whole process over again.
To face these fears- would that mean I would have to place myself in a relationship requiring great commitment?
Must I deliver a speech to a large crowd?

Is there no other way to conquer fears?

~ignorance is slowly becoming my best policy~

$ $ $

Money.

The love of Money is the root to all evil.
Money is also the most lusted after object in our world- the dream for nearly every living person. The believe of "if only we had more money, THEN we'd be happy"governs the minds of men and women alike.
Children, and even some adults, when asked what they want to be when they grow up, often answer "rich".
What's the point?

But . . .
with money you could always purchase your very own NHL team!
Or so I discovered yesterday when my sister informed me that my cousin has purchased the Pittsburgh Penguins, and is now working on moving them to Kitchener Ontario!

see for yourself!

I was dumbstruck when I read about this. And it made me wonder, is there really any joy in possessing that much money. It is far too much money for them to even know what to do with, enough that they need not think twice about buying an NHL team! Such a wealth is all but a dream for the majority of the world, but for those few people who have it, it is merely reality.

-it is easier for camel to get through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to get to heaven-

:O OUCH :O

He hung up on me- that JERK!

So, for the first time ever- in my entire life- someone hung up the phone on me! And didn't even call me back! I did not even commit an unforgivable act which would have almost given him a logical motive for commiting such a horrible act!
It was almost as if he just didn't want to hear me anymore!

Is that even possible?

:| I am stunned! My mind is blank- how to respond?!

Perhaps, if he truly does not wish to talk to me I shall just stop talking to him- do him a favour, see how he feels then!

Perhaps if he could apologize without laughing we would be in a different situation . . . but until then, I hope he enjoys silence!

~and it is not even that I talk that much!~

Some Days You Gotta Dance

I'm not much of a dancer.
In fact there are few things I would not do to get out of going to a dance. I think the part I despise most about dances is the music. Today's 'popular music' irritates me to no end, and having to go to an event dedicated entirely to this is nothing but torture to me.

However, I have no problem with dancing in it self (if done in a tasteful manner) and I believe that it can be a superb way to express ones self, also, a great way to release extra energy and tension.

So here is a small quote from one of the more upbeat Dixie Chicks songs for all those who believe- due to my last post- that they are depressing.

'Some days you gotta dance
Live it up when you get the chance
'Cause when the world doesn't make no sense
And you're feeling just a little to tense
Gotta loosen up those chains and dance


~dance like no one is watching~
(if only I could live by those words myself)

Dixie Chicks y Chocolate

Miserable moods call for drastic measures.

Well, that's not entirely true. It is probably more that miserable moods call for extremities. (does that make sense . . . ?)
All day I've been listening to Dixie Chicks (yes the same 50 some songs over and over and over again- I have no problem with it) and eating chocolate (and it is not just because I'm obsessed).
Some of you may be puzzled as to why this is different than any other day for me . . . there is nothing else I wish to devote my time to but these two things.
Nothing can comfort one in a wallowing state better then these things.

Chocolate: Toblerone (an extra big one)

Song(s): Hole in my Head; Heartbreak Town; Don't Waste Your Heart; Everybody Knows

Lyrics:
'I need a boy like you like a hole in my head
Let's just say we will and then don't instead
. . . You're gonna take me boy on a wild goose chase
You better find somebody to take my place
You took my imagination and stomped it in the ground. . .'
(Hole in my Head)

'This ain't nothin' but a Heartbreak Town
Square people in a world that's round
And they watch you dancin' without a sound
. . . You take your number and you stand in line
And they watch to see how high you're gonna climb
Pat on the back 'n' better luck next time . . .'
(Heartbreak Town)

'And I'm here to apologize
My heart can't compromise
Don't waste your heart on me'
(Don't Waste your Heart)

'Looking through the crowd
I search for something else
But every time I turn around
I run into myself
Here I stand
Consumed with my surroundings
Just another day
Of everybody looking
I swore they'd never see me cry
You'll never see me cry'
(Everybody Knows)


If you are one of those pessimistic people who judge all country music to be depressing . . . don't base those opinions on these lyrics . . . there are plenty of happy and uplifting songs by country artists. There are also very depressing and whinny songs performed by none country artists.


A thought:
'I'd rather be alone
Like I am tonight
Than settle for the kind of love
That fades before the morning light'
(I Believe in Love)


~Praise God for Chocolate and Music in good and bad times . . . but mostly bad~

The Perfect Day

Every girl, beginning at the age she could talk, has dreamt of the day she would enter holy matrimony. Though, more than the actual wedlock, the fantasies are dominated by the dress, ring, music, cake, colours, wedding party and once in a while, the groom (a.k.a. Prince Charming, or Night in shining Armour).

I am one of those girls.
I have begun a list of "Wedding Songs" (which is dominated mostly by country songs) and I heard a song the other day I wish to be played during the traditional father-daughter dance.

For a number of years now, during extra time, or when I just wish for something to aid in my procrastination, I google wedding dresses, hoping to find a style which corresponds with the vision in my mind.

Lately, a friend and I (she who is much further along in her quest than I) have a habit of trying on rings in stores (usually stores like Walmart, and sometimes, make the mistake of trying on the wrong size and then are forced to take drastic measures in order to remove it from our fingers) and discussing our 'perfect' engagement ring. Today, after a brief discussion with a friend about proposals, I found myself googling engagement rings!

But I wonder . . . why is it that girls are so eager to be placed in a position of complete dependence on a mans commitment, completely vulnerable to another human being!


~to be in the spotlight without the fear of being left at the alter or left years later- that's the real dream girls should have~

Perhaps It's Just a Phase . . .

I have spent my entire student career as a slacker and a procrastinator. All through high school and elementary school I seldom studied (and if I did, it was moments before the test/exam), my papers were written last minute (often right before class) and I spent little to no time outside of class practicing my second language (which would no doubt explain why I dropped it due to my restricted comprehension I had after having studied it for 12 years).
Even my first year of university I did limited amounts of reading and studying, and my papers were- for the most part- done only hours before they were due!
And it all worked out! I passed and other then my most recent semester, I did well!

And now here you find me in my second year of university, and it seems my study habits have taken a turn for the better. In fact, I am worried that I may be becoming a NERD.
You may wonder what drastic changes I have made to give me such fears . . .
~ for one, I am all caught up on my reading assignments
~ for two, it was done before the day it was due
~ for three . . .

I JUST MADE FLASH CARDS

*SHIVER*

I'm not too sure what possessed me to do such a thing. But they are made, over 100 of them.
And this was all done during a time that I could be at the zoo for free! But instead I'm in my room, studying . . .

~what would my mother say?!~

Live, Suffer, Learn

I've been beaten, loved, knocked down, used, guarded, broken, betrayed, and insulted. I know that this is a reality for the majority of the world.
I've had few true friends and many 'friends'. We have been through a lot together, some of which has strengthened our relationships while in other cases, has torn us apart.
I have been in a few relationships, most of which I would not do again, but I don't regret. They each have taught me something about myself and priorities I should have for my life.
Sure there are components of my life that I'm not proud of, but I believe that every decision I've made and experience I've been through has brought me to this point in my life and created me as you see me today.
Unlike the movies, you can't go back to 'fix' your 'mistakes', all you can do is use these events to make better decisions than before.

-Nobodies life is perfect, some may appear superior to others, but it all depends on what you value most in life.-

Never Argue With a Woman

This is a forward I received from my sister, I'm not usually one for sending forwards, and so I decided instead to share it with all you! It's a great story! And for all you guys out there, be careful . . . it's all true!



One morning the husband returns after several hours of
fishing and decides to take a nap. Although not familiar with the lake, the
wife decides to take the boat out. She motors out a short distance, anchors,
and reads her book.
Along comes a Game Warden in his boat. He pulls up alongside the woman and
says, "Good morning, Ma'am. What are you doing?"

"Reading a book," she replies, (thinking, "Isn't that
obvious?")

"You're in a Restricted Fishing Area," he
informs her.

"I'm sorry, officer, but I'm not fishing. I'm reading."

"Yes, but you have all the equipment. For all I know you
could start at any moment. I'll have to take you in and write you up."

"If you do that, I'll have to charge you with sexual assault," says the
woman.

"But I haven't even touched you," says the game warden.

"That's true, but you have all the equipment. For all I know you could start
at any moment."

"Have a nice day ma'am," and he left.


MORAL: Never argue with a woman who reads. It's likely she can also think.
Send this to four women/girls who are thinkers. If you
receive this, you know you're intelligent.

I've Purchased my very own Cell Phone

I have now been in the city for over a week, and it has succesfully changed me. Well, not completely, because as I have been informed by a dear friend- who wishes to be named but i have chosen to keep him anonymous due to the great amounts of emphasis that would be taken off me and put on him. Anyways, he told me that "You can take the girl out of the country, but not the country out of the girl" though, i do recognize that, i think he's stolen that quote from elsewhere!
Plagarism!
Cheating!
He will be reported to the dean . . . oh man am i ever sick of hearing that!
Like truly, how unintelligent can university students be that they must be told repeatedly that you cannot take information without giving the source . . . blah blah blah
We've been hearing it since 1st grade, if you don't know it by now, you have more issues then your rich parents can help you with!


So, Amanda and I got kind of bored this week, and with bordom and Amanda comes creativity and randomness! And so, we decided to decorate the Resident Director (of boys residence) foor!
There! we took a bland door and turned it into an inviting space! Perhaps the outside world will no longer be so intimidated by him! And I'm sure he will be quite thrilled about our actions! It is just too bad that he doesn't know who we are . . .

-ring ring, i can now be reached at all times, for it [the cell phone] has seized my soul-

Return to the Wild

Leaving in about 20 minutes. Excited yet, kind of sad, but that will soon pass.

10 Things I'll miss about this place (in no specific order)

1. 4-wheeler adventures with mud and abandoned houses

2. Being close to family: hanging out with my siblings, home cooked meals, my father's sense of humour, mom's blonde moments (reminds me of where I come from!)

3. My own bathroom, bedroom, basement (privacy)

4. silent, starry nights, with no sirens, stabbings, traffic or crime (well, limited crime anyways)

5. small town life- seeing people you know everywhere you go

6. Wireless internet

7. A vehicle to drive to take me where I want to go, when I want to go

8. clean, good tasting water right from the tap

9. shelves, cupboards and chests full of movies and games

10. A few good friends you know you can call no matter what


-Rock on to Freedom!-

Love to Die

Everyone has those few special people that mean the world to them. You feel like you can tell them anything- and you do- and they can tell you everything - and they do. And then, all of a sudden- reality strikes. Everyone is human, everyone is going to fail you . . . and it's like a knife in the heart. And, if that doesn’t hurt enough, instead of it getting pulled out, someone decided to jiggle it around . . . making it deeper, bigger and more unbearable.
Sometimes they don’t tell you thinks to protect you . . . they think that if they tell you it’ll just hurt. But guess what- later, when they do find out (and they always do) it hurts so much more.

-Why is it that the people closest to you end up hurting you the worst-

The Joys of Boys

This past week has been almost enjoyable. Ok, that's a lie, I've had fun.

One day I spent the afternoon with 7 boys- it was . . . almost educational! I learned what NOT to do when you've forgotten matches/lighter to start the barbecue (and that would be try to keep a cigar lit for the entire boat ride and then try to start a small grass fire which you then try to transfer to the barbecue, and in the mean time smoke a whole pack causing you to lose all taste in your mouth). We spent the afternoon eating burgers (because after the whole fiasco of trying to light the barbecue with no matches, someone remembered they did have some after all!), exploring the island and jumping off the cliffs into the water! SO much fun!!


I was also honoured with the company of my father on a small sailing excursion yesterday. The wind was . . . mediocre, but the sailing superior! Though there were no real insightful conversations, the time I got to spend with him doing what he loved, was priceless.


Last night, kind of against my will, I went to the fair. It scared the crap out of me- seeing all the young punks- knowing that one day that generation will be responsible for our country, and ultimately our world.
While the fair was nothing special, just as dirty and expensive as past years, the time I spent with a few friends was momentous.
The part that was of most unforgettable was the ride home afterwards. It began with one of the guys sticking a stuffed whale out the window while singing his own version of "Under the Sea" to the pedestrians we passed.
Suddenly, he lost his hat out the window! The driver made a U-turn as soon as possible and returned to retrieve it. However, the hat was on the opposite side of the road and there was traffic behind us. So we drove further until we were able to make yet another U-turn, this time we were fortunate to have no cars behind us. When we arrived to the spot where we had last seen the hat, it had disappeared. We began inspecting the pedestrians to see if they had claimed it for themselves. Ahead we saw two girls, and just as we were nearing them they tossed a-hat-like object into the ditch!
We pulled over and began searching the ditch- garnished with rocks, water and tall grass- for a grey hat (it might as well of been camouflage). Due to the time of day (nearly 1 am) it was proving to be an extremely difficult task.
Soon, another vehicle began aiding in our search. While they had a flashlight, the search still ended to no avail.
The three of us, now cold, wet and perturbed, returned to the car for our long ride home.



While my time home as been pleasant (except for a few awkward situations), I am more then ready to be returning to school! There are a number of people here that I will miss terribly, and others that I would not care if I ever see again.

To all those heading off to school for their first time this year the best of luck, and watch out for the freshman fifteen! For those returning to high school or university/college, I hope that this year is better then last!
And to my old roommate . . . I MISS YOU!!!!

-the simplicity of boys makes me confused as to why they are so difficult to understand-

Broken Hearts, Walls and Reality

I've discovered how completely desolate life can be when I'm reluctant to open myself up . . .
My guard, that was set up eons ago, has become an inseparable part of me. No matter how apparent it becomes that there is so much passing me bye on the other side of that wall, I may never be able to over come it- to break through to the world of laughter, love, tears and reality.
. . . even though I may think that I am warm and protected hiding beneath my safety bubble . . . inside I feel empty.



Can one ever become completely independent of their old self . . . to move on to bigger and better things, free from the constant worries of broken hearts and disappointments?



Lately I have been reminded a number of times that it "Is better to have loved and lost then to never have loved at all"
How true is that? And how does one know what love truly is?
Some say love is the "can't eat, can't sleep" sorta feeling, that "love is when you don't want to go to sleep because reality is better than any dream could ever be".
But then you look at all those divorced couples out there who thought that they had that feeling . . . where did they go wrong?

It is situations like those which frighten me back into my shell . . .




~remember: it's not the one you can live with- but the one you can't live without- who is worth fighting for~

Dixie Chicks Rock My World!!

It was PHENOMENAL . . . i can't even begin to describe it!

So many people -sold out concert, and another one this evenning (and how i wish i could be there)! Silly americans and their stubborn views on politics, (no offense my american friends . . .) they have no idea what they are missing out on!

Amazing sound! CD's will never sound the same . . . who invented such a rip-off anyways?

So close- like, they were actualy RIGHT there! If only i were Inspector Gadget i could have reached out and touched them!

And who would have thought that after having 5 kids within the 3 of them they could look that good -atleast according to the guy beside me. Throught the entire concert he was contemplating how it would be possible for him to hook up with one of them.

-my love for music has skyrocketed, how did i ever live without it?!-

The Call to be Organized

The count is down to 1 day, 19 hours, 13 minutes and 11 seconds until the moment I have been waiting for for years. My first concert, but not just any concert, the Dixie Chicks. The band that got me hooked on country . . .

So, there I was, seated on the couch with my sister and parents, we were discussing our plans for the next few days. First we will be on the house boat and then Jake and I would be off to Winnipeg, first for a wedding reception (it's kind of scary to see some of my friends getting married!) and then to the long awaited concert. At that, my mother asked if I had my tickets packed . . . which I hadn't, so I went to retrieve them from their "safe keeping spot". However, it was not as safe as we had expected . . . the tickets were not there!

We became frantic and we began searching the house from top to bottom. And we do not live in what one may call a small house . . . there were many places these tickets could be . . . and not be. Dad said that he had cleaned out our 'safe keeping spot' and a fair bit of things were thrown out . . .
AHHHHHHHHHHHHH
*sick feeling in stomach*

The search continued for quite some time, we were beginning to run out of places to inspect.


Finally, in the final place we lsearched (funny how that works out, eh), in a rather common location for missing articles, it was found!!!!
HURRAH!!!
My heart leapt with relief, and the tears that were beginning to form fell for joy instead of anguish.

The concert is still on and my tickets are in a real safe spot this time.

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