Ahhh Joy…

So we found a car. It’s not new, it’s not the most pretty machine, but it seems very much the right car. I’m thankful for what my dad has taught me about vehicles. I was able to give a good inspection, even from my lowered vantage point, to ensure to the best of my ability, the quality of the machine in front of me. My ears still know what to listen for in the darkness for what we did not see during the day without it running or the hood open. I am thankful for the remaining sensation in my hands to feel the exhaust to check for missing cylinders, and for the hearing to listen to the engine for squeaking/loose belts or a cam shaft or rocker arm that is ready to go and all the other senses like smell to detect oil burning or any other irregularities.

But that is just a car. It is not why I entitled this blog “Ahhh Joy”. The reason for the title is simply the joy I feel in God and my growing relationship with Him. A favorite verse spoken by Jesus helped me make a decision today. Matthew 7:7-8 which says: Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened. For everyone who asks receives; he who seeks finds; and to him who knocks, the door will be opened. Angie and I asked about a car. We sought God’s will in this area, understanding that it might be awhile until we found the right one. But we found it right away. He opened the door. We’ve prayed about it and received our answer. Now, that may sound shallow to some to pray about a car but we are instructed to “pray about everything”. I do not know the reference.

Again, forget the car! I feel I/we grew closer to God and that joy is what I’m blogging about. What a feeling and comfort. What a friend we have in Jesus! I also want to express my awe in how I think I already know Angie is the perfect woman for me 100% then we come closer yet and what I thought 100% was not 100%. Infact if it were based on the first time I thought I knew 100% (about late June/early July), we’d probably be at about 650% by now. I can understand nervousness before getting married. I watched my boy Stacey on his day (though he seemed pretty collected), but when you know, like Angie and I know, I think the biggest nervousness will certainly not be, “Am I doing the right thing?” but more like “Will everything go smoothly?” or “Wow, I’ve never kissed her in front of 150+ people!”

53 sleeps but I am SO ready! But now I'm going to look at some service records and have one last look before making any deals on our new beast. :)

What’s your favorite combo?

I love peanut butter. Bananas are not bad. It’s been awhile but today I rediscovered the joy of peanut butter & bananas together. Just excellent. Even better than Cheese Whiz and peanut butter together (but not much). That one was for Karen because we both know what’s good for you. :P Artificial processed cheese that is a few molecules away from plastic, combined with processed peanuts & just as much sugar and oil. Mmmmmm

What’s your favorite combo? :)

What I learned today…

Saved by the manager… Robyn that is. While shopping in Old Navy this morning I came upon an old classmate from high school. A classmate Cuzin Joe knows; her & her boyfriend & I think he knows who they are and that they are together. (Christine F. with a sister named Leah & Chris J. aka Paco, formerly friends with James, Dylan, Bobby, Bender) You know who I mean Joe I’m sure. Here they have been dating for four years… I think I mighta known that but they were both two people that I really didn’t care for in high school. My attempts to be nice and decent resulted in a knife in the back so I just chose other friends. Just interesting to see those two together & see how people have changed. So how was it that Robyn saved me… well, Old Navy isn’t that big and each time I ran back into Christine she wanted to talk more & I didn’t, Robyn arrived at work, helped me with my product choices and I was outta there. Christine knew about, and congratulated me on, our upcoming wedding, but then her parents are friends with my uncle and aunt in Swift Current. Just my adventure from this morning… Have I mentioned Saskatchewan is too small?

My final comment for today is in regard to old people scents. I entered the elevator to go out this morning & thought I might get sick from the concentration of scent molecules of awful, strong, sickly smelling perfume in that little box of an elevator. Just nasty. Then I come home, meet one of my neighbors in the hall and he was just wreaking of Old Spice. I used to like Old Spice. It used to remind me of grandpa but he used it in proper amounts. Now it is something like burnt toast to me.

Most pointless blog yet...

It occured to me that with the way the English language has developed with actual words being entered into the dictionary such as McJob (a crappy job like that of a McDonalds employee) or other slang becoming actual words, that it seems strange that we have not yet adopted double contractions such as we are not = we're'nt. I know I often pronounce it fast enough to be that but it isn't official yet... Just a pointless thought.

Sign up here…

So with the new law passed accepting gay marriage I thought maybe we should consider having a straight pride parade. Maybe we can make as big a fuss as the homosexuals and get on the news too.

I’m sorry but this is a real sore spot with me. One talk show host on 650AM (Not John Gormley) seems to very strongly agree with the judge’s ruling and his reasoning is why shouldn’t they be allowed to get married. I reply, “Why do they need to?” The institution of marriage between a man and a woman is literally a few days younger than dirt. Not to mention all of the financial breaks awarded to a man and woman for getting married, or even being common law, such as tax breaks etc. It’s coming to the point where two roommates of the same gender could live together and claim those breaks. In essence two same gender roommates who don’t claim homosexuality will be punished for being straight. Yes I realize the fact that roommates of opposite genders do not always consider themselves common law but you can understand my emotionally strong point I’m trying to make.

*sigh* Love the sinner… Hate the sin.

Speaking of getting old…

My parents were in town this past weekend for my birthday. It was a very productive weekend and a good visit. Friday, while at my uncle & aunt’s for supper, they offered for my parents to go see the synchrotron with them. I wasn’t at supper but my dad told me Saturday about the offer. The problem is that when he told me about it he had me nearly crying because I was laughing so hard. He says to me, “Ya, so Uncle Jim offered for your mother & I to go see the new gyroscope with them.” I tell you guys, it’s a good thing I was about to pull into the parking lot cause I was laughing so hard the tears were running. Maybe it isn’t that funny to you but at the moment it just cracked me up. My dad didn’t call it “that there new fandangled gyroscope” so he is getting older, but not too old yet. :P