A Post For The Ages.
Alright Veronica, this one's for you, hun.
Actually, I'm surprised it took me this long to post, especially since it's not from a lack of things to say. It probably has something to do with Crackbook, which I haven't been able to stop my addiction of using. Well, to be honest, I already did start the post, but aborted it halfway through, and I can't remember why. Now to pick up on where I left off!
These days are getting more hectic by the moment, as now that my father's car has gone out of commission, I've become the desegnated taxi again. I don't mind, really, it's pretty well all part and parcel of the whole family gig in my opinion, but it's given me alot of time to reflect on the whole situation. Not the situation involving me driving, but the one in which I do it. I thought about it, and concluded that indeed, there is no single perfect and selfless act, no matter what we do, we want something for it. It's all part of being human, and on one level or another, we want to come out on top. So what drives me to do all that then?
I like the attention I get. Since the beginning of time (a.k.a. my birth) (yes it's considered the beginning of time, simply because I didn't exist before it and therefore neither did any of you, and you can't prove it anyway so I'm right) I've always walked in my brother's shadow. It didn't matter what he did, he was always the oldest and therefore the most respected and trusted. Now, I don't hold it against him... he's extremely bright and phenomally good with his finances, whereas I struggle sometimes in making mature discisions, but I've always strived to get the respect and recognition he recieves simply through his birthright. Example, my grandpa's brother had box seats for Canuck games, which my grandfather, father and brother all get invited to. That's just how it goes. Meh!
Monday night I met with Brian, and we worked together on some more things for the website, which was supposed to be finished today, but I had kind of a crazy day and didn't get it done. Opps! We also watched the hockey game and I did some art stuff, which I also need to finish still. Actually, I had planned to do everything today, and I've got to say that it was my least-productive day off yet! Though I was busy all day anyway...
Yesterday after work, Jordan and I went to something called Intersession, which meets at Maple Ridge Baptist Church. It's a Young Adult's worship night, and it was pretty darn awsome. They do some worship, then have a speaker, and then wrap it up with some more worship. The speaker yesterday was doing it for his first time, and you could tell cause he was pretty rough. But I had alot of sympathy for him, cause I remembered my first time... I was surprised anybody even stayed till the end. But everyone has to start somewhere, and I gotta give him props, cause he did a really good job. He spoke about the importance of servitude, how Jesus first demonstrated it for us and told us to do as he had done. I think one of the most interesting points he made was the sacrifice of Mary when she anointed Jesus' feet with perfume, which he found was a rare perfume made in Persia at the time. Apparently the cost of this perfume has been valued at the sum of a persons wages over 30 years, or as the guy last night put it, as rare as a bottle of David Beckhams sweat drained from his jersey after a soccer game. That's pretty valuable. I'm glad she opted for the perfume and not the sweat, personally. And then to wash his feet off with her tears? Now, as a guy, I don't cry much (once in a while just a single solitary tear of thoughtful appriciation runs down my cheek... it gets the chicks) but I can imagine that generating that much moisture out of the eyes would be a tough thing to pull off. No matter how you split it, a powerful illustration.
Afterwards Jordan and I drove around town, went for coffee, and ended up out at Pitt Lake where he pulled into the parking lot and I accused him of taking advantage of me and trying to make out with me. Haha, I'm sorry Jordan, I'll leave you alone, I promise! Eventually. Actually we had a really good talk, and I'm glad we can be so open with each other. It's really helped me feel more confident about things being able to have someone to talk to about them, and bounce ideas and things off each other.
Today I tried to sleep in, but I kept getting pestered all morning and I failed miserably.I was actually having a great dream and then got woken up rudely... now I can't even remember what it was about. Oh well. So I went to Crumbs for lunch with Veronica, which I enjoyed, but she didn't eat anything which annoyed me. I'm pretty sure she was hungry, too, so she isn't going to get away with that ever again. Then tonight I watched the game with my dad and siblings, and had a really good time. My dad cooked spagetti, and since I can probably count on one hand the number of times he's cooked dinner which wasn't natchoes, I'm pretty impressed. Especially since the sauce was excellent, and I can't figure out what that extral little flavour was! All he said was it was "a bit of this and a bit of that, and a couple things crawling across the floor" so I'm convinced they have some pretty yummy bugs in that house.
Kidding.
Actually, I'm surprised it took me this long to post, especially since it's not from a lack of things to say. It probably has something to do with Crackbook, which I haven't been able to stop my addiction of using. Well, to be honest, I already did start the post, but aborted it halfway through, and I can't remember why. Now to pick up on where I left off!
These days are getting more hectic by the moment, as now that my father's car has gone out of commission, I've become the desegnated taxi again. I don't mind, really, it's pretty well all part and parcel of the whole family gig in my opinion, but it's given me alot of time to reflect on the whole situation. Not the situation involving me driving, but the one in which I do it. I thought about it, and concluded that indeed, there is no single perfect and selfless act, no matter what we do, we want something for it. It's all part of being human, and on one level or another, we want to come out on top. So what drives me to do all that then?
I like the attention I get. Since the beginning of time (a.k.a. my birth) (yes it's considered the beginning of time, simply because I didn't exist before it and therefore neither did any of you, and you can't prove it anyway so I'm right) I've always walked in my brother's shadow. It didn't matter what he did, he was always the oldest and therefore the most respected and trusted. Now, I don't hold it against him... he's extremely bright and phenomally good with his finances, whereas I struggle sometimes in making mature discisions, but I've always strived to get the respect and recognition he recieves simply through his birthright. Example, my grandpa's brother had box seats for Canuck games, which my grandfather, father and brother all get invited to. That's just how it goes. Meh!
Monday night I met with Brian, and we worked together on some more things for the website, which was supposed to be finished today, but I had kind of a crazy day and didn't get it done. Opps! We also watched the hockey game and I did some art stuff, which I also need to finish still. Actually, I had planned to do everything today, and I've got to say that it was my least-productive day off yet! Though I was busy all day anyway...
Yesterday after work, Jordan and I went to something called Intersession, which meets at Maple Ridge Baptist Church. It's a Young Adult's worship night, and it was pretty darn awsome. They do some worship, then have a speaker, and then wrap it up with some more worship. The speaker yesterday was doing it for his first time, and you could tell cause he was pretty rough. But I had alot of sympathy for him, cause I remembered my first time... I was surprised anybody even stayed till the end. But everyone has to start somewhere, and I gotta give him props, cause he did a really good job. He spoke about the importance of servitude, how Jesus first demonstrated it for us and told us to do as he had done. I think one of the most interesting points he made was the sacrifice of Mary when she anointed Jesus' feet with perfume, which he found was a rare perfume made in Persia at the time. Apparently the cost of this perfume has been valued at the sum of a persons wages over 30 years, or as the guy last night put it, as rare as a bottle of David Beckhams sweat drained from his jersey after a soccer game. That's pretty valuable. I'm glad she opted for the perfume and not the sweat, personally. And then to wash his feet off with her tears? Now, as a guy, I don't cry much (once in a while just a single solitary tear of thoughtful appriciation runs down my cheek... it gets the chicks) but I can imagine that generating that much moisture out of the eyes would be a tough thing to pull off. No matter how you split it, a powerful illustration.
Afterwards Jordan and I drove around town, went for coffee, and ended up out at Pitt Lake where he pulled into the parking lot and I accused him of taking advantage of me and trying to make out with me. Haha, I'm sorry Jordan, I'll leave you alone, I promise! Eventually. Actually we had a really good talk, and I'm glad we can be so open with each other. It's really helped me feel more confident about things being able to have someone to talk to about them, and bounce ideas and things off each other.
Today I tried to sleep in, but I kept getting pestered all morning and I failed miserably.I was actually having a great dream and then got woken up rudely... now I can't even remember what it was about. Oh well. So I went to Crumbs for lunch with Veronica, which I enjoyed, but she didn't eat anything which annoyed me. I'm pretty sure she was hungry, too, so she isn't going to get away with that ever again. Then tonight I watched the game with my dad and siblings, and had a really good time. My dad cooked spagetti, and since I can probably count on one hand the number of times he's cooked dinner which wasn't natchoes, I'm pretty impressed. Especially since the sauce was excellent, and I can't figure out what that extral little flavour was! All he said was it was "a bit of this and a bit of that, and a couple things crawling across the floor" so I'm convinced they have some pretty yummy bugs in that house.
Kidding.