July 30, 2011

NLS.

So this summer I decided I wanted, 1. A job 2. To advance my swimming skills. So, why not combine both?
How? By passing my NLS (National Lifeguard Service), and WSI (Water Safety Instructor) in other words, become a swim coach. This week, one of the worst, yet best, of my life went by sometimes agonizingly slow and at other times way. too. fast! I was warned on all the other pre-requisite courses that this one was the one to be worried about. That NLS is one of the tests that separates those who want and can, from those who simply want and wish. So I reviewed my material from previous courses, googled more info, practised my standards, spoke with other people who had passed their NLS courses (after three attempts) and (mostly) listened their advice (be confident, you'll do well because you've practised, don't worry about it), prayed, signed up and showed up for one week of intensive training.
The sims were fun, mostly, until up to Friday, Friday brought tears of frustration, tears of anger and panic, and finally tears of joy. Last week was perhaps one of the most stressful weeks of my life. Yet, I'll always remember it fondly because, I passed! On the first try! And I couldn't be happier and thankful! The other eight people doing the course with me I shall never ever forget, nor our instructor Veronica from LIT.
Over all it was a great week, I'm so glad I did it, and thankful to God for helping me pass!

LifeGuard on Duty Flag.

Letters from '87.

If you've read Our Story, you know more or less my parent's love story. Mother has been begged to retell that story time and time again to me as a child, and by now, I've gotten the facts memorized. There was however, one more thing I wanted. I wanted to see the letters they wrote to each other over the years. But with so many years having passed and in those years so many moves, the letters were misplaced, lost and forgotten. This year, however, Daddy went to Brazil again, and found, in Uncle Daniel's attic, a folder full of letters. Letters addressed to him. Or to Mommy. Dating back to January of 1987  (Oh yeah they're that old! *gasps*) They wrote back and forth, Daddy's address changing with his location on the road as a colporteur, Mommy being teased by the mailman every week as he was attacked by Mommy and her sister in hopes of receiving a letter from their special someones. Occasionally, mommy's address changed, as she too went on the road and colpourted. Anyways, for about four years letters traveled back and forth Sao Paulo, to and fro. They continued meeting and the steady stream of letters continued flowing...

Apparently, this is what I looked like as a baby. No, this isn't me, but that's what I looked like (even though I refuse to believe I was this chubby!!) (Random photo of a cutout from a diaper package of when I was a kid, they thought it looked like me...cut it out, and kept it. It was in the same folder as their letters so I took the photo and posted it because I'm weird like that.)

Daddy's neat writing...


Mommy's rounded letters...

Just for the year 1988 I counted 72 letters, that's more than one letter per week....and no, I haven't read them all yet. But yes! I have mercilessly teased them...They were so cute it's almost sickening!!!
Anyways, in March of 1990, they said their marriage vows and the steady stream of letters continued as a steady stream of love.

July 24, 2011

Berry Picking.

This morning the alarm blared at 6:00. Today, we went berry picking. Blueberry picking to be more exact!
Just for the experience, and because mother insists we get out of the house and soak in the sunshine that has been good enough to bless us this week.
When we arrived at the farm the morning breeze was still chilly and the dew felt like ice crystals on our finger tips and toes as we picked the berries one by one and our feet became soaked. But while the images of purple-blue berries were being grafted into our minds, the sun rose up high above our heads, the dew evaporated, and time to leave rolled around.


Yumm...(If you like blueberries..) I don't but I do admit they're pretty!


He had soooooo much fun...(the first five minutes...)
Lol, but it was a great experience, we had fun, and we're loaded up on Vitamin D!

Cute Cars.

Last week ended with a spectacular bright sunny day, and we went to the park for a walk. Victor took his binoculars, I took my camera, and mother...took us.
 The ducks and geese have flown off to scatter other parts of other parks, yet some remain. But summer brings a different species into appearance.That species being, vintage cars. One cuter than the other. Apparently, vintage cars abide here in Abbotsford in abundance. As Vixen Vintage posted on her facebook page, "Love summer, all the cute cars come out to play."

Oh and because the light caused Victor and I to make silly faces, I thought I'd replace them with cute kittens. :P


July 19, 2011

.Thumbs Up or Thumbs Down

I don't think, in my lifetime, I've been busier. And, I'm, loving, it!!
So what's been going on in Abby. Well, I had one week off school, during which we went to Centennial Library for a kid's magic show, sorry, but I wasn't able to get any pictures. I had time to check out a book, by Lauraine Snelling, hey girls, if you're into Janette Oke, Snelling's Dakota series are pretty good too. But then this week I've begun school again. Why? Because, we're going to Romania!! Oh yeah, I'm excited about traveling to Europe one more time. That's another thing adding to my busy-ness. Packing. Trust me, it's going to take more than a month for me to figure out what to pack to wear for two weeks. Dad's already going up the wall because I teased him and said I needed three outfits per day. Maybe I shouldn't tease, he almost broke into tears of despair. Speaking of Daddy, he's traveling now, Dominican Republic, from there on to Northern Brazil. I miss him. He's been gone to long... |:
 Wow, this was supposed to be a Thumbs Up Thumbs Down post, and here I am rambling. So, let's get to the Thumby part of this post huh?! (Thumby? Here I go again, non-dictionaried words, sorry spell check.)



Thumbs Down:
  • Not having my camera always handy. Like at the magic show. And for the glorious shows the sky, clouds and sun put on here in Abby. This week a beautiful rainbow appeared, and when I went to get the camera:
  • Low Batteries. Yup. The battery was gone, so by the time I changed it, the rainbow was shyly disappearing...
  • Coughs. In the middle of July, and for some odd reason my body decided to contract a cough. Ugh.
  • Canceled courses. My NLS was cancelled this week. Bua!! I was so looking forward to it!
  • Heart Attacks, Uncle Dito passed away this week (my mother's Uncle) of a heart attack. Unfortunately, Victor and I hadn't had the chance of getting to know him very well. Yet, God always knows what's best, and he had been sick for some time. We will all miss him...R.I.P.


Thumbs Up:
  • Rainbows, and magic shows, beautiful sky displays, and all things unphotographed yet experienced. Through nature, God says I love you, I remember you. Do you remember me?
  • God. I don't know, this week I've had this feeling of thanksgiving. For everything. For life, for Jesus, for health (I just have a cold), for love, for peace, for freedom, for choices, for:
  • Hope. I don't know where I'd be if we had no hope. No way of looking forward. Yet we always have, we may always have, "...that blessed hope.."
  • A fresh new year of school. A chance to be better, do better, better grades, higher GPA's, a fresh start! A chance to learn!
  • Indoor plumbing and showers. Um, yeah!!! They're so vital in my life! Reading books set in the 19th century kind of makes me appreciate hot showers that much more!!
  • Attentive people. People who are interested in helping you. Who smile, truly smile, who ask your name, who help you, who laugh with you, who motivate you. Family, friends, complete strangers. Smile, you can be doing another person the greatest favor, giving the greatest gift possible! Be attentive. Show interest in other people..! and others will begin showing interest in you!
Once again, the good outweigh the bad (;

July 14, 2011

Dream. A. Dream.



You are never too old to set another goal or to dream a new dream. ~C. S. Lewis


And then, when you've found that dream:
Without hard work, nothing grows but weeds. ~Gordon B. Hinckley

And after you've done your hard work, and failed:
 Failure is the opportunity to begin again more intelligently. ~Henry Ford

And if you haven't the inspiration to continue:
You can’t wait for inspiration. You have to go after it with a club. ~Jack London

And after you've focused to long on your failures:
Do not let what you can not do, interfere with what you can do. ~John Wooden

And after you've begun again,
What you do today can improve all your tomorrows. ~Ralph Marston

And if your tomorrows are gloomy,
When you reach the end of your rope, tie a knot in it and hang on. ~Thomas Jefferson

And,
If you're going through hell, keep going. ~ Winston Churchill

And remember,
You can never quit. Winners never quit, and quitters never win. ~Ted Turner

You're not a quitter. You know who you are?
...My sons and daughters! ~ The Lord Almighty (2Corin. 6:18)

Geese.

Last Sabbath we walked to the park again. The geese, and their now quite grown goslings were very clear about who exactly populated the park. I don't think I had ever seen so many geese in one place before.



July 13, 2011

Janice's Baby Shower

For some odd reason, as soon as my school year is over, I become sluggish. Which, of course, is just a better sounding synonym for, plain, old, lazy! So this week, I shall be blogging my overdue posts, that I have procrastinated for so very long. Beginning with:
"You're coming, right?" she asked on Sabbath afternoon. I had no idea what they had been talking about at the lunch table, but Jenny was inviting us to her daughter's baby shower the next Friday afternoon.
Jenny is like that you see. She's friends with everyone and everybody. If she's having a party, every one's invited. And we, were demanded to go to Janice's baby shower.
Jaden will be a wonderful addition to a beautiful family full of love, laughter, and friendly members I'm sure.
Jenny, thanks for inviting us and being so friendly! Now, the photos...


Janice and Patrick, you two will make wonderful parents! God bless you both on the upcoming journey of parenthood! May he guide your steps as you guide your little one as she grows up for His honor and glory!


Thanks again Jenny!

July 11, 2011

Mommism + Don't Forget Lists.

Earlier this morning, Dad was leaving to Maple Ridge and I told Mommy to go with him.
"Go! I'm fine I have no school to do, I can watch Victor and make lunch."
The rice was on the stove and my lasagna ready to go into the oven. After a few more "Go"s from me and "Come"s from Dad, she decided to leave us. at. home. alone.
You might be thinking, "Wow, they've never been left alone before?"
Oh yeah, we have, but it's quite routine like, every time she leaves us on our own, it's like the first time I left for kindergarten. (I went to public school for Kinder, so yes, she did make a fuss.)
"Don't open the door to anybody."
"Mom, I know! It's ok, Go!"
"Don't forget to mix the rice a few times, you'll probably need to add water too."
"I've been cooking rice since I was ten! Mom, I know how to take care of it!"
*groans* "The floor is getting sticky, who dropped juice on it?"
"I'll clean it later, go Dad's going to be late."
"Don't forget to tell your brother to get off the computer."
"Oh, I won't!"
"And if you guys get hungry, don't wait for us we'll be a while."
"I know mom."
"And if you need anything, just call the cell."
"I will mom, Maple Ridge's just two hours away, we'll be fine!"
"Ok."
*shuts door* *locks door*
I sigh.
Five seconds later she taps on the kitchen window and mouths, "You should mix the rice now!"
Good heavens.
This is probably one of the major reasons I have to find a college to go to nearby. I mean, if I were to go to University in, let's say the US, or even a day away, I might need to start the "Don't forget.." list now, or else everyone will be graduating and I still won't have been able to get past the door!

July 9, 2011

Opposite Attractions.

Don't ask me how, because I don't know. But for some reason, she likes to be my friend.
The neighbour's kid, Victor's friend, said we don't seem like friends at all, we're like opposites. In a way, I think he's right. Crystal's ready to laugh, ready to jump into some new adventure without hesitation. I'm cautious, guarded. Crystal likes to go with the flow, I like to create it. They say opposites attract.
Me, this friendship's geeky side, can explain to you where this saying came from, and how molecules are attracted to different poles, and Crystal accepts the saying for it's figurative meaning.
She's blond, I'm a brunette. And that's just the toe-tip of our differences, and yet, we've been friends for eleven solid years. Moves, countries, states and cities haven't separated us, and neither have our differences, somehow, they bring us closer.
She came over for a few weeks this month, and although I was packed full with courses, end of the year exams, and cleaning because of boxes, we still managed to find a bit of time to have fun.
Crystal it was lovely to have you over, I'm sorry about the craziness and unplanned schedules, but next time it'll be better. Promise. Can't wait to have you over again..! xxoo~*
P.S. The pictures are self explanatory, no need for captions.

Park Days.

A few Sabbaths ago, on a sunny Sabbath afternoon, we decided to all go out for a walk in the park.
Our little Bible study group went out into the sun.

I'm not sure if I'll ever get over the stunningness of the mountains. In fact, I hope I never do. I don't want them to ever seem ordinary, or take them for granted. Their simply to beautiful for that...
Anyways, we distributed a few pamphlets, spoke with a few people, and soaked in the sunlight.

We visit the park every weekend that the weather permits, and keep an eye on the goslings. This week they had grown so much! Last time we were there they were only little fluff balls squawking and tripping over each other while racing to the water...They grow so. so. fast.

Mr. Mallard was reflecting his green feathery pomp.
Extracts from a typical Sabbath day here in Abbotsford.

July 8, 2011

Friday Rush.

I have so many posts to blog, and I promise I'll get to them just as soon as I finish up my exams on Sunday.
But for today, with all the Friday rushings and madness, I just wanted to post a video I found a while ago.
Ok, I admit it. I teared up. Anyways, going to go photograph Jenny's daughter's baby shower this afternoon, hope to post those up soon. More next week, Happy Friday y'all, be thankful for the ones you love, and let them know you do...~* Have an awesome weekend ~* Be safe.

July 5, 2011

La Loma.

Every Sabbath after Sabbath School and our Bible Studies, we go down the "loma". I should say, they, go down the loma. I have come to the startling conclusion that I'm allergic to walking when I don't feel like it. No I'm serious! You just don't believe me because you haven't seen me break out into hives and desperately need an epi-pen after being dragged for walks! The same thing happens when I eat onions. But that's another post.
Any how, as far as I knew, loma was the Spanish word for hill, but according to Dictionary.com, Loma is also used in English .
 So last night Crystal and I decided we needed to go for a walk, so we laced up our courage-boots, and left. Then we ran back because I had forgotten my camera.
 Saudade, as I have come to call the snow-capped mountain peak that silently stares at all of us from behind the clouds, was peering yesterday, and I had to capture a few shots of the rays tucking her in for the night.

The loma, we were halfway up, with lots more ground to cover. Do excuse the graininess of the photos, but I didn't feel that simply enlargening the picture would make you appreciate how laaawwnng and steep this "loma" is. So I had to x-tra enlarge it. Just so you can see why I'm allergic to it.
Unobtrusive roadside beauty. So small and rarely appreciated, yet so special and perfect!
Mt. Saudade!
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