God does things in the strangest ways sometimes...

So here I am, being all like, always look for the good. it's out there somewhere. And eyyyahh! It totally is! As you can see, my arm is doing uglier and uglier every day. It's wonderful. Only here's the thing: it actually is wonderful. As it would turn out, this is my little scar from God just doin' His thing. I have known since Dean left that I would, at some point, have to meet with our realtor, sign some papers and hand over a cheque. I have also known that I work 10am-6.30pm, a shift that pretty much takes up my entire day and also eliminates any opportunity to speak to or meet with the realtor. Anyways, it's time to make a long, detailed story, into a quick one. Because of my tetanus shot, and my newly stitched up arm, I was unable to work at IGA for one day. That meant I was able to receive the phone call from our realtor, and meet with him that evening. Something that just was not looking feasible with my working everyday. Um, okay God. How cool are You? And yet, how strange is that?! I mean, I’ll admit, I would prefer not to have had a chunk sliced out of my arm. But, hey, if that's how God wanted to work it out, I'm cool with that. It's just one more way I have seen God work in our plans for the wedding and buying a place to live. So you see, there really always is a silver lining.

there is always a silver lining.

Today has been eventful. I got my first stitches. Three of 'em, right on my left forearm. This is just another vote of affirmation as to why Alyne should never be left alone with sharp objects, particularly razor blades. Let me explain, this was not intentional. Actually, it was very stupid, as most of my accidents tend to be. I was using a box cutter at work, good ol' igg'A, or, IGA. I was using the box cutter for it's intended purpose - cutting a box. I was cutting the box, when suddenly I was cutting my arm. Well, okay, I was no longer cutting away from me. It was somewhat of a towards me sort of direction. You know how "they" are like, "Always cut away from you." and we're always like, "Ya yah." Well, yeah. Yeah. "They" are right about something at least. So I spent my afternoon in Emerg and left with 3 new additions to my body and a tetanus shot to go with them. Horray! What fun! Well, don't get too excited. It's not all it's cracked up to be. I wouldn't recommend it actually. I also found out today that I have a viral infection in my throat and sinuses. Another exciting addition to my day. Oh well, what can you do but thank God it wasn't my whole arm and that I don't have strep. That's what I'll do. I've been trying to maintain a positive attitude in life lately. My finace is gone for 3 weeks. At least it's not 3 years! My arm has 3 stitches in it. At least I have an arm to put 3 stitches into! Right? I mean, that is truly a postive thing. Always look for the good. It's out there somewhere.

Monday, July 3rd, 2006

The days leading up to it were long and sad, though each hour seemed to fly by much faster than desired. We were edgy and irritable, or at least I was, for what was soon approaching was not something hoped for, in fact it was dreaded. And then it was here; all too soon and much too quickly. The day had finally arrived and it was time to face it as bravely as possible. Smiles were worn with sour attitudes and an attempt to make them as real as possible was made by both of us. It was strange how we acted; neither one of us really knew what to say to reassure the other and yet we both wanted so badly to cheer the other up. Lame jokes and one-liners were thrown out time and time again to try and change the tears of sadness into tears of joy, but to no avail. The drive there was short, I remembered it being longer. The parking fee was cheap, I had expected it to cost more. The check-in process was fast, I was sure we would be waiting awhile. Ten minutes left. No wait, it's time. My efforts at holding in my tears had stopped and they were now flowing with no regards for on-lookers. I held you tightly but had to let go too soon. I told myself I can do this knowing full well I couldn't. And that was it. And now you're gone. It has been 6 days and I would swear to anyone it has been longer. The days go by undisturbed, the evenings are quiet and spent at home. There is a peace I have not known in a long time, one that I now realize I can live without. I know you will be home soon, I know this is not permanent nor is it really this dramatic. But there is now an empty spot in me that belongs to you. And that is what hurts the most. Counting the days....only 14 to go. I love you.

almost too much is happening...

With all that is going on, I am gratelful to find a few minutes to finally sit down and let my thoughts spew out, besides the fact that it is 2.47am. Having recently graduated from Douglas College with a diploma in professional writing and, having recently become engaged to my boyfriend of almost 3 years, my life has taken a dramatic change of course, and I find myself completely and entirely dumbfounded at the amount of changes that have occurred. Don't get me wrong, I am overjoyed. However, I do believe I am also overwhelmed. We just bought a condo. Wedding plans are fully underway and invitations must be out this month. First, though, I must finish making them. In 9 hours out my fiance leaves and will be out of the country for 3 weeks. There is so much happening, I don't even know what to concentrate on first. Anyways, life is busy. In a very good way. In only 13 weeks I will be a newly wed, honeymooning with my babe. That is what keeps me going. That, and the strength of Christ my Lord, without which I don't know what I would do.