Drawsomething Highlights

Unfortunately because these are screen shots, they don't have date stamps on them.

Also, I think Sarah's been away from Canada too long if she thinks that's a beaver. That is all.

blah days

I'm back! Although this is a rather old picture (somewhere around Jan. '12, I think), it nicely sums up my mood today. Bored, but not wanting to do anything about it; alone, but not lonely; and tired, always tired. I'm starting to actually get used to getting enough sleep for once, and I've found that a lot of my days off are spent sleeping in and having naps. Maybe not such a bad thing, but maybe something to work on before going back to the real world.

This beaut is from the morning after the night game during the Sr High Youth Retreat... yup.

I've been working through some issues with Jesus lately, and one of the more prominent ones is whether I should go back to the UK or back to Deathbridge. I seem to be getting two distinct and yet connected messages in regards to it, and I wish that He would just give me a solid yay/nay about each option.

I saw a movie over the Thanksgiving weekend that made me want to sing again, and I think it's really sad that I don't have the voice I used to. It's getting better, but I have to be really diligent in not eating dairy for my voice to not do that weird gravelly thing, and not eating dairy is really hard.

I wish I had the balls to just make the decision everyone thinks I've already made about where I'm going after camp. I wish a lot, I've discovered.

...but I still have hope.

God is good. All the time. God is good.

One-oven dinner, camp style!

In this oven (from top to bottom): herb bread, lasagne, butter tarts, more herb bread, more lasagne, and yes, more butter tarts...  words can't describe the smells coming out of this oven right now. Just sayin'.

Cirque de la Groove

I work at a mennonite bretheren camp. We had a dance party this weekend.

This is what I woke up to this morning. It's October 3. Welcome to Canada.

Just another day in paradise...

So the coffee machine broke this morning. The kitchen staff decided to act proactively and send for the espresso machine from the chef's house to caffinate ourselves before deciding what to make for breakfast. We decided to make the easiest thing in our repertoire and focus on the lack of coffee before a dozen normally nice people turned into snarling beasts. 

In other news, I learned that "cowboy coffee" is coffee grounds boiled in water then strained before drinking. I also learned that I don't like cowboy coffee.