Yesterday was my Dad's birthday, and frankly my first thought was: big whoop. Our relationship with one another is slightly strained as my parents are divorced and I live with my Mom but I thought he deserved a little hang sesh with yours truly. So, this morning we went for breakfast and while we were chit chatting I realized my Dad is fifty years old! FIFTY! Apparently he isn't too happy about this and when I asked how his birthday was he said, "rather depressing." For a young person getting older is the best part of our life. We live for the milestones, 10 years, 13, 16, 19, and so on and so forth, but when do we get to the point in our lives when we no longer want to grow older? When does our mind shift from trying to act mature to acting like a kid half our age? My Dad is going through what would be classified as "a mid-life crisis." (although most of his life has been rather ridiculous) He invites his bosom buddy from next door over and they drink like
Ugh it's official the so called "love bug" has bitten and it's gettin itchy folks. I hate it when they text you and then you reply and it takes ages for them to get back to you, it's practically instantaneous people! Like c'mon. My friend D was recently engaged in one of these situations and she was all stoked on the prospect of a possible new boy in her life, until he totally crumpled that hope into a paper ball and tossed in into the garbage can by completely blowing her off. I wonder if that is what God feels like when we ignore Him. Does He pace back and forth, pulling on His hair waiting for us to reply to His text message? Does He freak out when He finally receives a reply and all it says is "K." It kind of changes my whole perspective of the situation. But for now I'm just going to relish in the fact that God never ignores us when we initiate contact, even if that super cute guy does. Damn those biceps, they get me every time.
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
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