Friday, May 05, 2006
Gotta Blog (Strike a Pose)
Sure I've kept you fully up-to-date on the Scottish Premiership, posted pictures from my mobile and quoted Scripture in honour of Easter.
But man... I'm f'ing boring.
So, ladies and gents, with absolutely no direction in mind, I am going to wow you with whatever words wonder out of wori.
So, to get back in blogging shape, we'll begin with a list. And see where that wist woes.
1. I wandered (gah!) over to this website (eck!), Joy Unexpected, from a link on Mom's Daily Dose by one of my favourite blogs' authoress Amalah, and there's a really good post that kinda made me cry. And her Flickr photos, might I add, are so incredibly fantastic, they make me want to birth children. (Though, that's not really anything new, is it?)
2. As I spoke to my friend Amanda last night on the phone - during the most fantastic (I've already used that adjective) thunder-and-lightning storm I've seen in Scotland to date - I realised I've not actually made it clear yet to the blogging community that.....
Dun dun DUN!
I really am going to go back to school to be a midwife.
I know I've chatted about it on here, and I've talked about it for years, and I've even blogged about it in the past (back when I wanted to be a "midwife-missionary-artist-writer-rockstar-scientist-ballerina"), but yeah, it's actually now in The Plan, The Five-Year Plan.
Obviously things can go wrong or get delayed, but according to The Plan, I will begin the course next October, by which time I will be a three-year resident of Scotland, thus getting up to five years worth of education fully paid, and hopefully Scott will be earning enough ££ to sort us out for bills. Also in The Plan is a sub-clause which states that we desperately hope I get some bursaries too to make this plan implementable.
The course is three years long so by 2010, I'll be licensed to rock YO baby OUT of its world.
3. I discovered another Calvinist at my church. In the Church of God. There are Calvinists in the Church of God! Someone call the ... council or whatever they have.
("The Church of God" does not refer to the Church of God, as in the universal Church, but rather the denomination that Scott and I currently belong to. FYI.)
4. Maybe I've mentioned, maybe I haven't, but ya'll, this book I'm reading, In the Face of God by Michael Horton, is so good, I'd recommend it to anyone. Anyone that has the patience for a theological book, anyway. I'm 3/4s done with it. I'd lend it to you, but it's my dad's.
5. Sunday is the Gourock Highland Games. If I had my camera (which is once again stuck in America), I'd promise to take pictures. Maybe I'll buy a disposable. The Highland Games are awesome - hundreds of big, rock solid men in kilts throwing steel poles and playing tug-of-war and wrestling each other in kilts and lots of wind blowing and lots of men with big huge muscles walking around wearing kilts and did I mention they are all in kilts and hello, single girls, there will be MUSCLELY men in KILTS - muscles - men in kilts - single girls perving musclely men in kilts... SOMEONE NEEDS TO COME WITH ME! Scott's coming, yes, but he just can't seem to get into the whole perving on totally built men in kilts.
6. My cats, as I've mentioned, were spayed yesterday. They were breaking my heart all day. But last night, before bed, when I had to put the satellite dish/lampshade thing on them to keep them from licking their wounds, and had to watch them freak out and desperately fight to get them off, I burst into tears. I couldn't handle it anymore. I felt like the meanest mommy in the world. Not only had I STARVED THEM FOR TWELVE HOURS, made them ride in the car AN HOUR BOTH WAYS, and gotten their OVARIES AND WOMBS REMOVED, I was now forcing them to walk around in a horrifying big collar that was picking up TV signals in Taiwan and then LEAVING THEM so I could go to bed. I hate myself so much right now.
After all that, I still believe that I have managed to emerge from writing this post STILL BORING.