Pot or fish n chips. I don't know yet.

Hello, my faithful little minions.
Just a quick update:
Kenya Sept 18-25
Amsterdam Sept 25-Oct.10..ish......Germany? France....Luxemburg?
OR
London Sept 25-Oct 10ish...Ireland?....France?.....Italy?
So, I suppose this isn't so much of an update, as a lot of questions and dot dot dot, as per usual.

The Somalia idea was scraped after I learned there was a good chance I'd die there. Now, dying isn't so bad, it's HOW I might die that's the concern. Ranging from rape, bombs, mutilations, dragged through the streets, burned or eaten by a shark.
I just wasn't up for that right now.
And Liberia...well...I don't really feel like babysitting. I can and will do that here.
So, this, in the end, is just an introduction into Africa. Ames and I will go to Somalia TOGETHER another time.
And by the way, this was a huge answer to prayer that the Lord totally confirmed through Ames hours after I had decided what to do. He's cool like that.
Have a good long weekend everyone.
AND IF YOU'RE READING THIS I INSIST YOU WRITE OUT YOUR DREAM MAN QUALITIES. I PROMISE YOU'LL BE GLAD YOU DID!...Annie, Patricia...Catherine...I'm talking to YOU!

My Man...

...Will...
-be tall, dark and handsome (to me), with dimples and/or smiley lines by his eyes.

-not be perfect at communicating, but he will want to know how to. And we will work on it together.

-enjoy giving and receiving surprises.

-express his joys, sorrrows, hurts, happiness, dreams, fears, etc using his words, and not his telepathy.
-not be offended and defensive to everything I say...maybe 10%, because, let's face it, sometimes we mean to hurt eachother
-push me and stretch me in my walk with God and I will do the same for him
-love me...really love me and not for reasons other than he was made to love me.
-be hilarious (to me)
-be healthy and interested in being active
-have good work-ethic
-not have lived at home for at least the last year or two
-have his own car...K-car, rabbit, or rambler...I don't care...just as long as it starts and it doesn't smell like 'boy'.
-share a love of literature
-respect me and my weirdness as I will do the same for him...because I don't like being interupted, ok? I like it about as much as being teased publically and any type of condescension, bar loving condescension. Got it?
-have the foundations to become the spiritual leader of the family and a good father
-not be adverse to (I don't mean doesn't ask questions about) different denominations and theologies (ie HCF and the jewish-lovers)
-not be obsessive to the point of idolizing about things like computers/internet, sports, movies, TV, fishing...ew....please not fishing.
-be open to loving-criticism. And that's 50% my responsibility...the 'loving' part of the criticism.
-be passionate about life and love. Yeah, that's a good one.
and lastly...
-be willing to change and grow, and learn and be humbled for me, as I would for him.
oh one more...
-truly be in love with God and continue to be more then he ever would with me.

What does everyone think of this list? Too much? Too little? Too grand? I just can't bring myself to settle ladies, I can't do it. And I don't think God has that kind of plan in store for any one of us. So, leave me a post noting what your man will be...ok? Cool. Dare to believe your dream man exists.

Boulion or vegetarian chili? Your choice, but either way it's all downhill from here.

Wow. Summer's almost gone and, dare I say?, I'm looking forward to Fall. I'm pretty settled on it being my favourite season. Spring is too bright, summer too humid, winter too depressing, but fall is perfect.
Crisp mornings, hot afternoons, fires in the fireplace, tea, layers of fabulous clothing, accessories, the colours and the golden light of fall. Listen to me, I sound like a poet...but I don't know it.
Another reason I'm antisipating Fall is because things will get back into order. I'll be living at home...oh...after I get back from Africa. But THEN I'll be living at home in Hamilton, where I belong, with all my stuff and my roommate. What roommate? I think her name is Becky? Trebeky? Anywho, this apartment is home sweet home, albeit the violent racoon poo on the porch, the urine carpets and the domestic abuse downstairs....there's no place like home.
So, Africa. I'm going on the 16th-ish for one week in Kenya with my pal Ames, where we will partake in the finer things Kenyan resorts have to offer, and also go on a safari. Cool. Then I'm wide open. I've just put the feelers out for volunteer positions around the Greater Africa Area. So far an offer to babysit in Liberia and an offer to work with nuns in the capital of Somalia where I will be under heavy militia guard at all times within the compound. Um, Somalia please.
No. Seriously.
Things with my ex from highschool have kind of climaxed...in a strictly NON-bisque kind of way (would that be a boulion or perhaps a vegetarian chili?)...that's all I have to say about that.
Except that...why are boys so strange? I know it's futile trying to understand them, but why are they so increadibly different from women? Why aren't they even remotely similar in thought, emotion, language, bodily functions...
I'd say my biggest concern about men and having serious relationships with them is not their inability to communicate, but their inability to not see that they can't communicate when they think they can. Which, they try to communicate to you, but they can't because they suck at communicating to begin with. It's a vicious cycle really.
I think if I hear 'I don't know' in response to any question besides a mathematical, medical, or theological question I'm going to have to do something drastic...like shave my head.

SOMEONE GIVE ME A GOOD REASON TO SHAVE MY HEAD! PLEASE!


On that note I'm going to try and get to sleep. It's 2am and I'm not tired in the slightest. Steroids can do craaaazy things to ones body. That and a head full of confusion and a heart full of heartache. I think that's a good enough reason right there to shave my head. Sleepeeze anyone?

Redemption

These are the days of redemption...
the bag I had stolen from me at Canada's Wonderland has been found...
the scum of the business world, Bell, has refunded me my $86 for a modem that I DID return...
and most importantly I've realized that I am who I thought I was in God.

Anywho, this is just a quick post for all my frequent flyers out there. I'll post more later...and let me tell you there is much to post...yada yada...if you catch my drift.

just one more '...'
ok. That's it.

ps Hi Annie! I'm still alive and soon to be back in Hamilton for a while. We'll get together soon. And Trevor nevor called.