I'm moving!!!

We've had a good run over here at blogger... three years, my GOSH. But I've decided it's time to move on. So, soon enough, you'll find me here. My first order of business will be a new edition of Mancandy (heh heh heh), so do check back!

Aaaaaand I'm off

It's been a busy few weeks, but I leave in a few hours for the airport. One of my team members has set up a blog for the trip:

http://whiterocktouganda.blogspot.com/

Feel free to visit the blog and keep up to date with our goings on, and maybe post comments... it'll make me feel special. Hehe.

I've talked to many of you about my concerns and anxieties, and specifically today I'd really appreciate prayer for my ears. I've always had problems with them, and it looks like I might have an ear infection. Please pray that a)I DON'T have an ear infection and that the steps the doctors have taken today will fix the problem; or b)that if it IS an ear infection, that the medication will work and that God'll heal them and I won't be in pain for the long journey there. Not a huge deal, but I'd appreciate it nonetheless.

Other than that, I've still got a million things to do, but I'll try to post once or twice when we go into Kampala... and I'll talk to you all in three weeks I hope!

To God be the glory! (woot.)

11 days until I leave for Uganda... and if I'm honest, I'm starting to freak out a little bit.

!!!!!

The Tomko Files: On selective hearing

[Sidebar: Two weeks from now I will be driving to YVR to begin the [physical] journey to Mpigi.
I... wow.]

Her: None of the truck drivers are very good looking.
Me: Wellllll, there's that one guy who delivers the Rustoleum paint... he's pretty cute, especially when he wears his uniform.
Her: Ooh, you're RIGHT. We should order some paint. One box at a time. For delivery, every day.
Me: Yeah, if his turnons include dirt and paint, we'll be in for sure.
Her: Candlelight dinners, long walks on the beach and dirt. Well, I'M turned on.

(later)

Dad: Hey do you think we need to order some more Rustoleum striping paint? Are we running low?
Me: Yeah, you should order more, cuz the driver is cute.
[no response]
Me: We like his uniform.
[no response]
Me: Are you listening to me?
[no response]
Me: I used your credit card number to buy my Dandy Warhols tickets yesterday.
Dad: Huh?

Had my graduation ceremony this afternoon, and I'm really glad I went. When the Chancellor of the university said "I admit you" I may have responded with "woot." By which I mean I most certainly responded with "woot." I'm surprised they didn't take away my degree... anyway, the point is, this part of my life is officially over now. Feels mostly good, albeit a bit odd.

Ashlee and I spent 2 hours frolicking around Crescent tonight. It was good freaking times. We're going to have an all-night sleepover there sometime next week methinks and I cannot wait. Something about Ashlee + Sara + Crescent Beach always = talks of hopes and dreams and plans and fears and all that stuff that you just don't get the chance to talk about a lot. She is very, very precious indeed.

Megs and I have been drinking many martinis this evening. Thumbs way up!

Something very, very exciting happened today as I was double checking the time for my grajitation (Jessica, I love you, and I love that word) on Wednesday. It doesn't say anything like "application pending" or "cleared for graduation" like it used to. Now it says, "degree conferred." That's when I realized that it's done. I'm not in the process, I'm not waiting with bated breath, I'm not biding my time until another semester starts... it's just done.

Sigh. It feels really good, like I've accomplished something. Yay! Woot!

Light of Day

I like listening to this song when I'm driving down the highway with the window open and my sunglasses on!

Let It.

The Tomko Files

The scene: A container of Hydroblend has just arrived at the warehouse.
Him: Do you want me to drop the container and you can schedule someone to send a truck over later?
Me: Yeah, that's probably the best plan.
Him: Are you unloading it?
Me: Mmm hmmm!
Him: Good idea. Women are slow.
Me: Actually, I got 97% during my forklift certification and I'm good at what I do. The only reason why I won't have it done in the next twenty minutes is because I have better things to do than unload your stupid truck.

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The scene: I'm on my hands and knees sweeping Har-Tru sand out of gutters surrounding a tennis court.
Him: There's nothing quite like a woman with a broom!
Me: And there's nothing quite like a man who keeps his mouth shut!

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In some ways this is still very much a man's world. And some men are just dumb. You need to have a bit of sass to deal.