This Is Good...

I am in love... again, his name is Adrian Vieni and he films under the name Wood and Wires. Check out his videos, they are gorgeously filmed and the talent he gets to capture is phenomenal. This is just one of many: Imaginary cities http://vimeo.com/21602986

Bust out your victory dance people cause we have a winner! The JUNOS were on recently and I am pretty stoked on how things turned out. To no ones surprise Arcade Fire racked up a bunch of rewards to add to their rapidly filling mantel pieces and Justin Bieber collected a few more trophies as I assumed he would, but what made me smile is that NEIL YOUNG actually won what he deserved to, artist of the year. It gave me some hope about peoples views of music and that these award shows aren't (complete) popularity contests. On another note, I have to say I AM SO JAZZED on the fact that my buddies SAID THE WHALE WON!! Oh my-lanta I seriously leaped onto the couch , (think Tom Cruise)I am so proud of these guys (and gal) it was brilliant. Our pal Greg Sczebel picked up an award all his own too in the Contemporary Christian genre. The only downside to the night is that my lady Hannah Georgas didn't win in either of her categories but the fact that she was nominated not once, but twice

This is your life, is it everything you dreamed that it would be? Yesterday morning I received a little message from God, at least I am taking it that way. I recently received my application for YWAM and have been struggling to know if this is my next step or not. I am a person who is horrible at making decisions, especially important ones, and the whole money thing is a huge issue also as I have never saved money before for anything. But God being the awesome man he is spoke to me yesterday morning. I was blow drying my hair as usual, music blasting, the morning's selection was "Nice, Nice, very nice" by Dan Mangan. "Road Regrets" welcomed me and as I was dancing and singing along I randomly looked myself in the mirror, stopped what I was doing and just listened. "The cost is more than what you get paid, but do it anyways" Yup, there it was, it just clicked in my head and that was that. I knew right then and there that no matter what the cost (money

My Uncle Bruce died yesterday, and I didn't even see it coming. He was 64. Since October or maybe even earlier he had been complaining about pain in his back. Many hospital visits and different tests brought no results until just after Christmas time they finally figured it out. Cancer. As always that stupid little "C" word crept into the mouths of family members and left us feeling sick to our stomachs. I was unaware of the severity and am still in a state of shock. I never got to say goodbye. Uncle Bruce was and is my favourite Uncle, (Sorry to the other four of you but it is what it is.)Him and my Auntie Barbara always gave us gifts for every birthday and every Christmas, always went out of their way to put in that little extra effort. With my parents being divorced it meant alot that being from my Dad's side of the family they continued to have a relationship with my Mom, my cousin Dave still calls Mom Auntie Julie even though he is only ten or so years her junior

AH! I am so stoked right now, the sun is shining and it feels like Spring has officially arrived :D This weather really just makes me want to play and be silly. I just wanna dance! I have this weekend off of work and I'm hoping the sunshine sticks around for a bit cause I am ready for it! My favourite thing to do on days like this is go down to Dallas road in Victoria and walk all along the beach down to the breakwater. I can remember being about 8 years old and my mom, sister, and I were on one of our infamous walks and on the way back I was just done. My poor little feet were so upset so I flicked off my sneakers like the lil hippie I was and decided to barefoot it all the way back. Just as my whining was getting to it's peak a group of twenty- something guys zipped past on scooters. My heart yearned to sit on the back of one and feel the wind in my hair. God answered my prayers and they came back around the corner for a second time, being the little ham that I was I stuck my

Hey kids! So I recently read the book "High Fidelity" (there is also a moving staring John Cusack for those non-reading types out there) and in it the main character owns a record store. Now one of my dreams is to own a record store, I would carry all types of music and there would be super sweet listening booths and also a open space in the front for open mic nights and such. It would be legend- you called it- dary. I would help you find that song or record that is stuck in your head, sure you only know the one line, trust me, I know what one you are talking about. I love how a song can instantly take you back to a moment, most of my fondest memories have a song attached to them. Just this morning while I was at work a classic oldie of my childhood came on the overhead. "MMM bop" by Hanson flooded my ears and I was instantly brought back to my sister and I swooning over Isaac, Taylor, and Zac, singing along as Mom drove to Victoria. Hand out the window, sun warming

I'm sure you have your own interpretation of that sentence but when I heard it sung in the song "hurricane" by Treeline I thought of one solitary thing. (Here is a link to the song and lyrics: http://treelines.bandcamp.com/track/hurricane ) Here's the scenario: You are just living life going through your daily routine when you have an encounter with someone new. Not knowing this person you non-chalantly shake hands and make small talk slowly getting to know one another, thinking there is a slight possibility of friendship you make plans to hangout. Exchanging stories of childhood and weekends past you realize you have a lot in common and decide to make it official, you add one another on Facebook. Commenting on photos, making statuses of inside jokes you realize this person who seemed to appear out of nowhere is starting to impact your life in a major way. Weeks turn to months and your relationship turns sour. The things you used to find endearing about each other no

... my heart lurches to a halt, I gasp for air, my knees buckle and I end up in a ball on the floor trembling. You caused this, yes you. By a simple touch, a short glance, you gazed into my soul caressing every inch, lingering for just a moment, just long enough to leave your mark. Carelessly as you finished you left me by the wayside, no longer needing me for satisfaction, I, still depending on you for joy continue to reach out at loose threads. Pulling at every possible connection I unravel the meager remains of you and me. Words which meant everything to me meant nothing to you, apparently over thought and taken out of context. My stomach is in knots at the thought of you yet this grin still sneaks up on my face, corners of my mouth slowly rising against my will, I've always been a good liar.

Gahh okay people if you didn't know already you are soon to be educated. I, Amy Pickard, love musicals. That's right I said it, now if you encounter me on a regular basis you may have noticed I frequently burst into song, on occasion I dance down grocery store aisles and I have been known to wear some rather extravagant outfits. Like I said, musical theater is kind of my thing. So last night Les Mis (one of my all time favourites) was on the televison I let out a little squeal of "THIS IS GOOD" and cuddled up on the couch to sing along. Lemme tell you, I was not dissapointed. PBS tends to put on these showings of live performances be it David Foster and all the people he discovered or an epic Symphony of some sort but I was thoroughly suprised to see Les Mis. Now here is an added tidbit of info that made this production even more special. Nick Jonas, member of the Jonas Brothers phenomenon played Marius. I must admit I was a little skeptical at first but as the show c

So I assume most of you have heard about the devastating earthquake that hit Japan last night (our time) and how the repercussions are being felt all around the world. Now I am going to admit something and you may all hate me but the fact is when these natural disasters happen, I tend to not really feel anything. I have friends who want to help with relief efforts and get all gung ho about what they can do but I just don't have it in me. Call me selfish, but never having that sort of thing happen to me I just can't fathom the pain that these people are going through and therefore I can't relate and I end up apathetic. Many of my friends good ol facebook statuses are about their sympathetic feelings for the people of Japan and frankly I agree with these views, but posting it on facebook seems useless in my eyes. The one thing I saw this morning that was refreshing was my buddies post that said "there is always a reason." Being a Christian woman I agree with this 10

Forget about robots, Amy's need love too! They want to be loved by you <3

OO OO!! If you have ever attended Camp Imadene you know what I mean when I say that. "Happy day" is probably the most requested chapel song and gets everybody going, actions included all campers and workers "shout it out cause Jesus is alive." It is my favourite thing! Praising God by singing silly songs and being filled with so much joy that you cannot help but smile. So I am super stoked for camp this year. (This picture is the first day the kids were at camp, me being the girl that I am wanted to do something silly and joined all these boys playing a game we invented called "group pong" notice the neon sunglasses, I am just that cool) Last summer I attended Imadene for the first time and the results of my week were mixed. I was rather lonely as the position I chose didn't have me working with many other people my age and I didn't get to partake in many activities as I was stuck running mine for the five hours of free time every day. But when th

My friend Cassia and my friendly friend Aidan Knight make the same pouty face. This is good...

Alright people, here's the dealio: my family is slowing killing me. My mother is slowly etching away at my soul and I am unable to retaliate for she is my mother, and I am to honour her, but I am breaking down day by day and I need out! For example, my mom has a thing for punctuality. If you say you are going to be home at four o'clock you best not be home at 4:03 or she will go on a rant about breaking trust and giving an inch and taking a mile and so on a so forth. So last night while at BIBLE STUDY of all things she calls during our prayer time to ask where the heck I am. She knows fully where I am and it's not like I'm out partying somewhere doing inappropriate things, I'm at bible study for goodness sakes and it's not even ten p.m. yet! I have so much built up tension that I burst into tears over the smallest of things now and I just can't deal. I have so much love for this woman but she is slowly tearing me apart. On another note, I deleted my sister

There's a fire starting in my heart, reaching a fever pitch and it brings me out the dark Over the past few days I have been allowed to witness some friends of mine in their so called "element." Doing what they love in front of a crowd, showing us their hearts in their most pure and innocent form and I have to say, I feel pretty special for being allowed to witness that. On Saturday night a few of us went to watch the music festival, now I love me my music festival, I was almost in tears because I was not up on that stage. But watching my friend I realized this is her passion! She was glowing simply for the fact that she was doing something that she loves. Last night I attended a new monthly event at Newlife where they show documentaries or movies of substance. The one for this month was called "hope for the sold" it was made by my acquaintances Jay and Michelle Brock. The purpose of this film is to educate about Sex Trafficking. Now I'm not going to get al