Enjoy these beautiful pictures ....
Friday, March 09, 2007
Thursday, March 08, 2007
My Customers, My Mum and My Dream
The dream opens - I am chained to a small red car. Outside a casino. I guess the chains (that were around my ankles) were fastened somewhere in the wheel well. I didn't panic so I guess I must have been used to it. Then I saw my Mum - she was really really mad. Probably because I didn't appreciate the severity of the lightbulb explosion. She comes right up to me and starts yelling incoherently about how I am going to stay chained here until she kills me. KILLS ME. My Mum was going to kill me. I looked over my shoulder and saw Kris and Muss sitting in the back seat of the car I was chained to - they are looking out the back window and I kept mouthing to them "Save me! You guys need to save me!" So, somehow they detached the chains from the car and drove off - even though they were still in the back seat.
My Mum then took the chains off my ankles and shoved my feet into some runners. There wa
s a tracking device attached to them and she informed me that they would explode if I moved more than 50 feet to the left/right of where I was standing. She then left to go gamble!! So, I then saw my naked cousin - who is a 23 year old man but had the body of a 16 year old girl. We sat against the wall talking and hoping my sneakers wouldn't explode. Then, my Mum 
started chasing me around the casino and I hid in the bathroom, huddled on top of a toilet. Then Muss burst in with Kris in tow to save my life!! They dragged me out of the casino just before the whole place burst into flames! It was completely bizarre.
Before going to bed last night, I had a long and hilarious talk with my Mum. We were discussing the funny insults that we've heard over the years - all of mine have been hurled at me over the phone by angry customers. Yesterday's classic example? "You're the biggest pack of FILTHY GANGSTERS!!" and I've also heard "Your company is nothing but a shower of f*
ckers". By this time my Mum was completely hysterical - she loves a clever insult but the Irish seem to have taken the cake. We then reminisced about all the phrases she used while she (and I!) were growing up. When I was younger, it wasn't entirely uncommon to hear this bellowed across the house: "Oi! You lot! Turn that noise down!! Blimey, somebody put a tent over this circus!!" I have carried this term into my adult life and use it frequently when things around me get a little mad. But my absolute favourite term has got to be "cluster-f*cked". Yes it's obscene and offensive, but it's absolutely fabulous. It's the perfect way to describe something that's gone all pear shaped - "Oh... everything's all cluster-f*cked now!"
So, as we were wrapping up the conversation, I asked my Mum for my Aunt's phone nu
mber - she was about to go to bed, so she went to the living room and flicked on the light to find her address book. Well, I heard her shout and she came running back to phone quite out of breath. She then continued to tell me how she turned on the living room light and there was some kind of explosion and there were "red bits falling from the ceiling!". She said it was like "fire and brimstone!" and she wasn't amused when I asked if it could be likened to the Second Coming of Christ. I keep thinking her light bulb exploded but she's convinced it was some form of electrical explosion. So I eventually got her off the phone and safely into bed - and I went to bed. It seems that certain elements of my conversation with her leaked into my dream - resulting in this story:
ckers". By this time my Mum was completely hysterical - she loves a clever insult but the Irish seem to have taken the cake. We then reminisced about all the phrases she used while she (and I!) were growing up. When I was younger, it wasn't entirely uncommon to hear this bellowed across the house: "Oi! You lot! Turn that noise down!! Blimey, somebody put a tent over this circus!!" I have carried this term into my adult life and use it frequently when things around me get a little mad. But my absolute favourite term has got to be "cluster-f*cked". Yes it's obscene and offensive, but it's absolutely fabulous. It's the perfect way to describe something that's gone all pear shaped - "Oh... everything's all cluster-f*cked now!"So, as we were wrapping up the conversation, I asked my Mum for my Aunt's phone nu
mber - she was about to go to bed, so she went to the living room and flicked on the light to find her address book. Well, I heard her shout and she came running back to phone quite out of breath. She then continued to tell me how she turned on the living room light and there was some kind of explosion and there were "red bits falling from the ceiling!". She said it was like "fire and brimstone!" and she wasn't amused when I asked if it could be likened to the Second Coming of Christ. I keep thinking her light bulb exploded but she's convinced it was some form of electrical explosion. So I eventually got her off the phone and safely into bed - and I went to bed. It seems that certain elements of my conversation with her leaked into my dream - resulting in this story: 
The dream opens - I am chained to a small red car. Outside a casino. I guess the chains (that were around my ankles) were fastened somewhere in the wheel well. I didn't panic so I guess I must have been used to it. Then I saw my Mum - she was really really mad. Probably because I didn't appreciate the severity of the lightbulb explosion. She comes right up to me and starts yelling incoherently about how I am going to stay chained here until she kills me. KILLS ME. My Mum was going to kill me. I looked over my shoulder and saw Kris and Muss sitting in the back seat of the car I was chained to - they are looking out the back window and I kept mouthing to them "Save me! You guys need to save me!" So, somehow they detached the chains from the car and drove off - even though they were still in the back seat.My Mum then took the chains off my ankles and shoved my feet into some runners. There wa
s a tracking device attached to them and she informed me that they would explode if I moved more than 50 feet to the left/right of where I was standing. She then left to go gamble!! So, I then saw my naked cousin - who is a 23 year old man but had the body of a 16 year old girl. We sat against the wall talking and hoping my sneakers wouldn't explode. Then, my Mum 
started chasing me around the casino and I hid in the bathroom, huddled on top of a toilet. Then Muss burst in with Kris in tow to save my life!! They dragged me out of the casino just before the whole place burst into flames! It was completely bizarre.So that's basically it for my dream and my evening last night. What an awkward dream ... I can't wait to tell my Mum that she threatened to kill me in my dream - she will LOVE that.
I swear, Muss is a genius. If you haven't checked out her blog - you need to. So click here to witness her fabulousness (Side note: Muss, don't you love how I act like throngs of people read my blog on a regular basis instead of JUST YOU?). The reason I say she's so amazing is because of this picture: 
As if this isn't the most tremendous picture you've ever seen!! Every time I try to draw something using the Paint feature on my computer it always comes out looking like this:
So, as you can see - there's a stark contrast between MY paint by numbers monstrosity, and Muss' legendary visual recount of toboganning with the girls. In fact, I'm rather impressed. That's one of my better pictures... if you're wondering what the green globs are, they're "happy little bushes" ... 10 points if you get the reference.
Anyways, I've really got to get back to work here. I can't believe I just spent 15 minutes churning out that picture and I've got like 40 customers in my queue. Oh and also, I was trying to draw a monacle on that stick man, but it came out looking like an eye and mouth. Not quite the desired effect but close enough. Either way we can all agree - when it comes to art, I'm really going places.
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
Wednesday - uncomfortably nicknamed "Hump Day". It's just me and the Boss in the office today - and thank the Lord that He answers prayers. I was pleading with Him last night that it would be quiet today and lo and behold - it's dead today. Very quiet and the Boss is in a great mood. I've got lots to do but having one of those days where I can't seem to get it together long enough to do any real work. So, I had a dream about Muss last night. Lord knows I miss her like nothing else, but this dream just made it worse!!
I was in the airport in Regina and coming down the escalator - and she came into view. She looked so beautiful - with a huge smile on her face and a bouquet of flowers (not in a romantic way - they were just lovely FRIEND flowers) - so of course as soon as I saw her I started crying, relief flooding through me. "I'm home" I thought "She's 'home' to me". So this was all lovely and poetic until I decided that I couldn't wait until the escalator reached the bottom where Muss was waiting - so I shoved every single person in front of me out of my way and threw myself to the bottom of the escalator! The people I shoved were falling over the sides and onto the hard linoleum below - it was so graphic and violent!! But I eventually got to Muss and she hugged me and laughed. Just like old times.Moral of this story? No one stands between me and my Muss.
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
For those who care, this is the little section of County Dublin that I work in. This is Dun Laoghaire (pronounced Dun Leery). It's a little town right by the sea and it's like stepping into a time machine and being transported back to a time when things were UPHILL and CRAMPED. No, I actually really like it here. It's full of tiny cathedrals and olde tyme-y shops - but then you turn the corner and there's a giant Chapters and 12 Screen Cinema. Is nothing sacred? That's why I want to move to a tiny small town - where they have a one screen cinema and if you don't want to watch the featured film, well sorry! You just don't go to the show then! I like the element of frustrating charm in places like that. You just don't find that anymore. I sound old. Stopping now.
Kiki, Tasha, myself and possibly my MUM are planning a trip to Greece (probably Crete) in August and this is a picture of where I want to go. 
I think we can all agree that I belong in a place that looks like this. Seriously, this dreary Dublin thing - it's not workings for me. I have a soul that calls out to Greece. It looks lovely but we won't be able to stay for long - maybe 3 or 4 days. Knowing me though, I'll do something rash and end up quitting my job to move to Crete and knit babushka's on the beach for the rest of my life. Quaint but not very practical. I'm scared that I'll get there and it won't look so picturesque. My luck, I'll get there and it will rain the whole time and I will come back feeling like I'd never left Dublin. There must be dozens of assorted curses on the Crimmins giving them undisputable bad luck - my family name is so very cursed when it comes to holidays. Every time my Mum goes on holiday it rains and storms the whole time until the day she's leaving. EVERY TIME. Gosh, I hope that doesn't get passed on to me.
Anyways, time to work some more. Later everyone.
More than Well (despite the weather),
Jen
Monday, March 05, 2007
VERY. EXCITING. NEWS. Dublin City has launched a bus route about 5 minutes from our house! This will make things a lot easier for us - we have a bus available to us but it's not convenient at all and makes travelling to work very difficult. This bus will take us to a couple conveniently located train stations. This comes in time for the arrival of Joe and Jill and will easily transport them sight seeing in the absense of Kiki, Tasha or myself. Welcome to our lives Bus 151 - we look forward to exploiting your well-timed convenience.
So, as unimportant as this is to you lot - it's awesome for us. Go on Dubs, make my life more and more convenient.
- Jen
So, as unimportant as this is to you lot - it's awesome for us. Go on Dubs, make my life more and more convenient.
- Jen
What a strange weekend. Kiki and I shared the delight of a sick day on Thusday and Friday last week. So, essentially, we had a 4 day weekend! It was great but long enough that I am now disoriented by being back at work! It was nice to spend the weekend with the girls though. We went to ThunderRoad Cafe on Friday and O'Shea's Bar and Restaurant on Saturday. O'Shea's featured live Irish music, so Andrea was delighted. It was cool to spend the night doing something authentically Irish. The music was great and we got to see a lovely old man "Irish jigging" it all around the pub. As the Irish say, "It was great craic"Aside from all of that gallavanting it was a fairly uneventful but lovely weekend. We 3 girls spent last night huddled in the living room planning our next few months. Tasha printed out calendars for us and we co-ordinated family/friends visiting as well as personal trips we are taking. The plan is to hit Greece some time in August for a few days. A weekend won't be enough time but Kiki and Tash are heading back to Canada at the end of August so we don't have a lot of time to work with. It's shaping up to be a very very busy Spring and Summer. So we are excited to really tuck in and get our hands dirty (literally) with the kids.
That's all for my formal update - but stay tuned for little "bits" of amusing info and undoubtedly, some ranting.
More than Well,
Jen
Thursday, February 22, 2007
I think it's safe to say I am moderately pathetic. Last night I trudged home from work and hung out with the girls until I suddenly felt tired. So, I went to my room to lay down (this was at 8:30pm) and the next thing I know, I wake up, all the lights are off and I'm fumbling for my phone to figure out what time it is. It was 12:30am ... that means I went to bed at half 8 last night. I can't remember how many years it's been since I did that. I was probably wearing footie pajama's and holding a teddy bear at the time. I then went back to sleep and didn't get up until 6:30am. I am remarkably well rested today!
So, now that we've established that I live a sad life....
Work has been insane this week so I haven't had time to blog or even email. I know! How sad that when I am at work I actually have to ... work! I'm trying to catch up on my never ending queue without forgetting any of the other tasks that were unceremoniously dumped on me recently. Kiki, Tasha and I are planning on taking a mid week break on Wednesday to go to the movies and wander the mall! I am delighted. I can't wait to shop as this time, I will have been PAID! Woo hoo!! First stop: JEANS!! I know I just bought some ... but I dunno, I feel the urge to buy some black jeans. Okay, I am now telling you things you don't care about so I am signing off.
Have a great day guys.
More than Well,
Jen
So, now that we've established that I live a sad life....
Work has been insane this week so I haven't had time to blog or even email. I know! How sad that when I am at work I actually have to ... work! I'm trying to catch up on my never ending queue without forgetting any of the other tasks that were unceremoniously dumped on me recently. Kiki, Tasha and I are planning on taking a mid week break on Wednesday to go to the movies and wander the mall! I am delighted. I can't wait to shop as this time, I will have been PAID! Woo hoo!! First stop: JEANS!! I know I just bought some ... but I dunno, I feel the urge to buy some black jeans. Okay, I am now telling you things you don't care about so I am signing off.
Have a great day guys.
More than Well,
Jen
Monday, February 19, 2007
So, here's some pictures of what's been going on lately (you can find the same pics and maybe more on the Jortosh Ireland blog by clicking here )
Isn't our partially demolished bathroom just LOVELY?? This was a couple days into the work. That whole area used to be covered in mould ... needless to say the chipped away paint is a vast improvement.
Just a different angle of the work being done on the bathroom.
My beautiful Kiki and Tasha
Some of Dublin's fabulous grafitti
Isn't our partially demolished bathroom just LOVELY?? This was a couple days into the work. That whole area used to be covered in mould ... needless to say the chipped away paint is a vast improvement.
Just a different angle of the work being done on the bathroom.
This was after the rebuild had been started. The beautiful white tiles were being put up and the bathroom was becoming more liveable.
Isn't it so pretty?!
The tiles were held apart by MATCHES!! Before they filled in the cracks with that white stuff, they had to hold the tiles up somehow and, because this is Dublin, they used matches... Wow.
My beautiful Kiki and Tasha
Konrad and Ania!! So CUTE!
Tasha and I (I don't look like me ...)
Tasha, Kiki and I outside our lovely Dublin flat. You can't really see US or the flat but it's the best we can do.
2 of our favourite girls!! Yes, they're wearing roller blades and standing on the window sill. And we can't let them in the house, so they're hanging through Tasha's bedroom window ...
Some of Dublin's fabulous grafitti
Making smoothies on New Years!!
A great picture Tash took when she and Andrea went out of town
Andrea and I on her birthday!! Look how pretty she is!
Kiki and I (for some reason I terrify myself when looking at this picture! What's going on with my hair?!)
That's all I've got for now! I hope you enjoyed this little glimpse into our lives!!
More than Well,
Jen
Friday, February 16, 2007
Ah, last night was great. We did indeed watch the last episode of the SOIH and it was great. We ordered pizza and laughed and had a great night together. Andrea has been at her live-in Nanny job for the past couple days and is coming "home" for the weekend, so we are all delighted. It's strange, even though she only arrived a couple weeks ago, she fit into our home/traditions so easily that it was weird when she wasn't around for a couple days!
By the way, you may have noticed that I now know how to "link" things in posts - I would just like to express how excited I am about this development. I am not exactly blogger savvy, so stuff like this marks a big achievement for me.
This morning I actually woke up on time, got out of bed to turn on the hot water (yes, it's high tech back here in caveman times) and then got up again at 6am to shower. To understand why this is remarkable, you need to understand my morning routine - and it is as follows.
5:30am - Alarm goes off reminding me to get up and "turn on the water" which basically means I flick a switch in the living room that heats the water in the boiler. I then promptly return to bed for another "half an hour" (there's a reason that's in quotes)
6:00am - Alarm trills again - at this point I should jump out of bed, full of joy and start my day. Or at the very least I should GET UP. But no, I turn off the alarm, reassuring myself that I will get up at 6:15 when the next alarm sounds.
6:15am - Alarm again, I roll over and turn it off.
6:30am - By this time I had better get up or I won't have time to shower. But I don't. Apparently I don't care about personal hygiene. "It can wait" I tell myself when in fact, it probably can't and it definitely shouldn't wait.
6:45am - Another alarm and I am panicked. I'm thinking to myself "Why didn't I get up?! Now I can't shower ... and ugh, I need to shower" But somehow, for some reason, I go back to sleep.
7:00am - The final alarm, there are no more after this. I open my eyes and try to steady myself despite the waves of panic that are washing over me "Ok, ok I can do this, I'll just get up right now and get ready and make sure I have a bath tonight. Ok, I'm getting up right now!" Zzzzzzz...
Oh I know, the sheer audacity of it. After torturing myself all morning and not showering, I still don't get up. And this isn't a one time thing - this is 3 or 4 times a week! So this morning it went like this:
5:30am - Alarm goes off, I get up and turn on the hot water and crawl back into bed.
6:00am - Alarm again. I get up, turn off all other alarms and go shower.
There was so much time left in the morning that I ate breakfast, joked around with Kiki, brushed my hair and teeth and sifted thru my c.d's - as well as the usual shower/makeup/hair fiasco. It was so good, I think I may do it again ... some day.
This weekend should be good. Andrea, Tash, Kiki and I are going to head out to the amazing Chinese food place we discovered while shopping a few weeks ago. It's kind of a belated Valentine's day thing so we are going to have a nice meal and just have a laugh. Another excitement piece of info: Jenny at my work happens to be incredibly giving and lovely and offered to download and burn the next season of the SOIH for us. She's already started on it but thinks it will take around 3 weeks to get them all! I don't care, I'll wait a lifetime if it means I get too see even more drama unfold. I am going to pay her but don't know what a reasonable price would be. Suggestions?
Have a great weekend everyone and I will try to post some pictures on Monday.
More than Well,
Jen
By the way, you may have noticed that I now know how to "link" things in posts - I would just like to express how excited I am about this development. I am not exactly blogger savvy, so stuff like this marks a big achievement for me.
This morning I actually woke up on time, got out of bed to turn on the hot water (yes, it's high tech back here in caveman times) and then got up again at 6am to shower. To understand why this is remarkable, you need to understand my morning routine - and it is as follows.
5:30am - Alarm goes off reminding me to get up and "turn on the water" which basically means I flick a switch in the living room that heats the water in the boiler. I then promptly return to bed for another "half an hour" (there's a reason that's in quotes)
6:00am - Alarm trills again - at this point I should jump out of bed, full of joy and start my day. Or at the very least I should GET UP. But no, I turn off the alarm, reassuring myself that I will get up at 6:15 when the next alarm sounds.
6:15am - Alarm again, I roll over and turn it off.
6:30am - By this time I had better get up or I won't have time to shower. But I don't. Apparently I don't care about personal hygiene. "It can wait" I tell myself when in fact, it probably can't and it definitely shouldn't wait.
6:45am - Another alarm and I am panicked. I'm thinking to myself "Why didn't I get up?! Now I can't shower ... and ugh, I need to shower" But somehow, for some reason, I go back to sleep.
7:00am - The final alarm, there are no more after this. I open my eyes and try to steady myself despite the waves of panic that are washing over me "Ok, ok I can do this, I'll just get up right now and get ready and make sure I have a bath tonight. Ok, I'm getting up right now!" Zzzzzzz...
Oh I know, the sheer audacity of it. After torturing myself all morning and not showering, I still don't get up. And this isn't a one time thing - this is 3 or 4 times a week! So this morning it went like this:
5:30am - Alarm goes off, I get up and turn on the hot water and crawl back into bed.
6:00am - Alarm again. I get up, turn off all other alarms and go shower.
There was so much time left in the morning that I ate breakfast, joked around with Kiki, brushed my hair and teeth and sifted thru my c.d's - as well as the usual shower/makeup/hair fiasco. It was so good, I think I may do it again ... some day.
This weekend should be good. Andrea, Tash, Kiki and I are going to head out to the amazing Chinese food place we discovered while shopping a few weeks ago. It's kind of a belated Valentine's day thing so we are going to have a nice meal and just have a laugh. Another excitement piece of info: Jenny at my work happens to be incredibly giving and lovely and offered to download and burn the next season of the SOIH for us. She's already started on it but thinks it will take around 3 weeks to get them all! I don't care, I'll wait a lifetime if it means I get too see even more drama unfold. I am going to pay her but don't know what a reasonable price would be. Suggestions?
Have a great weekend everyone and I will try to post some pictures on Monday.
More than Well,
Jen
Thursday, February 15, 2007
It's raining. A LOT.
Even though Dublin is known for its unpredictable weather, it still surprises me every time it changes so drastically that I break out into a cold sweat. Honestly, the weather makes me very nervous. Example: This morning I left the house very happy because it was Canada weather. No, not snow but CHINOOK WEATHER! One of my favourite things in this world is Chinook Weather. When it's all warm and windy and of course, it was overcast too! I got to the train station in a great mood. However, as soon as I sat down here at work, it started POURING and then came the gale force winds!! Trash cans were being strewn about in the wake of this storm and ambulances were rushing down to the marina - I can only imagine what happened down there!! So, now it is steadily raining and the wind hasn't let up one bit so it's miserable outside. In about 20 minutes I will have to venture outside for lunch and I gotta be honest, eating my own foot is looking to be a better option right now.
3 Things I Love About Dublin:
1) The sea. My train runs along the beach and every morning I just stare out at it's vast expanse and think "God that looks cold..."
2) My skin and hair. Due to all the moisture in the air, my hair gets soft and shiny and my skin is no longer dry and dull. Dublin, you're making me pretty and I like that.
3) Pizza night. Well, pizza nights. Once a week (sometimes 3 or 4 times a week) we order pizza and lounge together on the couch watching movies or the SOIH. The pizza isn't great but it's always so hot and convenient when it arrives at the door.
3 Things I Hate About Dublin:
1) Garbage. It's all over the streets and it's really gross.
2) Dog poo. It's not illegal to leave it laying all over so everyone does. It's like dodging land mines when you go for a walk. You have a headache by the time you get where you're going because of all the concentrating on not stepping in it.
3) Paying for bin tags. I seriously resent having to pay €2.75 a BAG when we need to have our rubbish collected. I think it's ridiculous. It's like they're punishing you for throwing things out. And, if you don't want to pay then you just dump it on the street. Thus #1.
Anyways, feel free to reply with your own 3 Loves/Hates about wherever you are.
Time for lunch! Into the wild winds I go ...
More than Well,
Jen
Even though Dublin is known for its unpredictable weather, it still surprises me every time it changes so drastically that I break out into a cold sweat. Honestly, the weather makes me very nervous. Example: This morning I left the house very happy because it was Canada weather. No, not snow but CHINOOK WEATHER! One of my favourite things in this world is Chinook Weather. When it's all warm and windy and of course, it was overcast too! I got to the train station in a great mood. However, as soon as I sat down here at work, it started POURING and then came the gale force winds!! Trash cans were being strewn about in the wake of this storm and ambulances were rushing down to the marina - I can only imagine what happened down there!! So, now it is steadily raining and the wind hasn't let up one bit so it's miserable outside. In about 20 minutes I will have to venture outside for lunch and I gotta be honest, eating my own foot is looking to be a better option right now.
3 Things I Love About Dublin:
1) The sea. My train runs along the beach and every morning I just stare out at it's vast expanse and think "God that looks cold..."
2) My skin and hair. Due to all the moisture in the air, my hair gets soft and shiny and my skin is no longer dry and dull. Dublin, you're making me pretty and I like that.
3) Pizza night. Well, pizza nights. Once a week (sometimes 3 or 4 times a week) we order pizza and lounge together on the couch watching movies or the SOIH. The pizza isn't great but it's always so hot and convenient when it arrives at the door.
3 Things I Hate About Dublin:
1) Garbage. It's all over the streets and it's really gross.
2) Dog poo. It's not illegal to leave it laying all over so everyone does. It's like dodging land mines when you go for a walk. You have a headache by the time you get where you're going because of all the concentrating on not stepping in it.
3) Paying for bin tags. I seriously resent having to pay €2.75 a BAG when we need to have our rubbish collected. I think it's ridiculous. It's like they're punishing you for throwing things out. And, if you don't want to pay then you just dump it on the street. Thus #1.
Anyways, feel free to reply with your own 3 Loves/Hates about wherever you are.
Time for lunch! Into the wild winds I go ...
More than Well,
Jen
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
HAPPY . FREAKIN' . VALENTINES DAY .
I'm working today and a few of the girls in my office have received flowers, candy and in one case, Valentine's plants. I don't know but apparently horticulture is the new jewellery. In any case, I need to make something clear. I don't hate Valentine's Day because I'm single. I hate it because I just don't see the need for it. I hated it when I was with Mike too - I got presents and it was lovely but just because I like presents! The loveliness had nothing to do with the day itself! Every year I boycott Valentine's and I get lumped into the "bitter single girl" category when really, I'm the "poor missionary girl" who just doesn't want to wander around Tesco looking for candy in the shape of hearts to give to my flat mates. I LIKE being single for the record.
Anyways, Kiki and I had "Canada Day" yesterday!! We both took the day off work (paid!) and spent the whole day in the Liffey Valley Shopping Center! This place was amazing! They had a Pizza Hut right in the mall! So, of course we went there for lunch! And then we wandered around, indulged in Pic'n'Mix and gazed at all the fascinating items we couldn't afford to buy! At one point a woman accosted me and offered me beautiful smelling hand lotion - which I accepted and while I was applying it, she took my hand and said "I can see that your nails are very dry, may I show you a treatment?" At this point I looked at my fingernails and looked back up at her in surprise. Kiki had given me a french manicure the night before and the top coat made my nails look like they had been dipped in oil! They looked anything BUT dry! They looked shellacked! I kindly declined and made a break for the exit.
We then went to see "Music and Lyrics" and it was disappointing. Hugh Grant redeemed himself by dancing A LOT but nothing could help Drew Barrymore. We still had a great time though because there was an entire Ben and Jerry's ice cream bar in the movie theater!! It was beautiful - Canada seriously needs to get in on that.
That's about all for right now as, once again, I need to get back to work. But Happy V-Day for those of you that celebrate it - and for those that don't - just remember - there's a reason Cupid rhymes with Stupid.
More than Well,
Jen
I'm working today and a few of the girls in my office have received flowers, candy and in one case, Valentine's plants. I don't know but apparently horticulture is the new jewellery. In any case, I need to make something clear. I don't hate Valentine's Day because I'm single. I hate it because I just don't see the need for it. I hated it when I was with Mike too - I got presents and it was lovely but just because I like presents! The loveliness had nothing to do with the day itself! Every year I boycott Valentine's and I get lumped into the "bitter single girl" category when really, I'm the "poor missionary girl" who just doesn't want to wander around Tesco looking for candy in the shape of hearts to give to my flat mates. I LIKE being single for the record.
Anyways, Kiki and I had "Canada Day" yesterday!! We both took the day off work (paid!) and spent the whole day in the Liffey Valley Shopping Center! This place was amazing! They had a Pizza Hut right in the mall! So, of course we went there for lunch! And then we wandered around, indulged in Pic'n'Mix and gazed at all the fascinating items we couldn't afford to buy! At one point a woman accosted me and offered me beautiful smelling hand lotion - which I accepted and while I was applying it, she took my hand and said "I can see that your nails are very dry, may I show you a treatment?" At this point I looked at my fingernails and looked back up at her in surprise. Kiki had given me a french manicure the night before and the top coat made my nails look like they had been dipped in oil! They looked anything BUT dry! They looked shellacked! I kindly declined and made a break for the exit.
We then went to see "Music and Lyrics" and it was disappointing. Hugh Grant redeemed himself by dancing A LOT but nothing could help Drew Barrymore. We still had a great time though because there was an entire Ben and Jerry's ice cream bar in the movie theater!! It was beautiful - Canada seriously needs to get in on that.
That's about all for right now as, once again, I need to get back to work. But Happy V-Day for those of you that celebrate it - and for those that don't - just remember - there's a reason Cupid rhymes with Stupid.
More than Well,
Jen
Monday, February 12, 2007
I will NOT start this post with "Happy Monday" because that would suggest that today is HAPPY and my friends, it is anything but!! My gosh, I had a movie moment this morning on the way to work. I was walking to the train station - it was raining and windy and I was already feeling miserable - when I stopped to wait for cars to pass so I could cross the street. As I was waiting (already dripping wet) a car came by at high speed with no regard to the huge evil puddle laying in wait about 2 feet away from me. The car tore through the puddle and, as you can probably guess, the water splashed up into the air and came down all over me. Dirty Dublin street water. It was disgusting and the cherry on top of my wonderful morning.
I managed to make it to the train station without incident after that. Thank God.
But, I had a wonderful weekend. I worked on Saturday and then spent Saturday night, Sunday morning and much of Sunday afternoon watching the SOIH. I know, I'm pathetic. But Tina hasn't sent the new season of Gilmore Girls yet so it's not like we can all indulge in that together. Speaking of Tina, I had a great talk with her last night. When it comes to Tina, I always wait way longer than necessary to talk to her about my future plans. Reason being, Tina is my idol and if she says I am capable of doing something - then I am. No question. But if she doesn't think it's a great idea, I seriously consider giving up on it. She hasn't steered me wrong in the past! So here's how the conversation went:
Me: I'm thinking of going to Business School .... (waiting in apprehension for Tina's repsonse)
Tina: Jen, I think that's the smartest thing you've ever said!
Me: Really?! I'm so glad you think that Tina!
Tina: If anyone has a head for business, management and leadership its YOU Jenny! I think you'd be great at that!
Me: Oh I'm so excited you feel that way!! I think Muss and I might open a restaurant or Bed and Breakfast or something!
Tina: I think that's a great idea Jenny.
It was EPIC! It's so nice when someone you care about so much expresses enthusiasm when you share your heart. I am delighted that I have Tina's support and, because she knows me so well, I now have the confidence that if she thinks I can do it, then I can. End of story.
So, that's my good news. I got support from my Mum and Sister in the span of a week! It's been great. It makes me even more homesick though because all I want to do now is hug Tina!!
Anyways, I need to get back to work, things are piling up. Have a great week everyone!
More than Well,
Jen
I managed to make it to the train station without incident after that. Thank God.
But, I had a wonderful weekend. I worked on Saturday and then spent Saturday night, Sunday morning and much of Sunday afternoon watching the SOIH. I know, I'm pathetic. But Tina hasn't sent the new season of Gilmore Girls yet so it's not like we can all indulge in that together. Speaking of Tina, I had a great talk with her last night. When it comes to Tina, I always wait way longer than necessary to talk to her about my future plans. Reason being, Tina is my idol and if she says I am capable of doing something - then I am. No question. But if she doesn't think it's a great idea, I seriously consider giving up on it. She hasn't steered me wrong in the past! So here's how the conversation went:
Me: I'm thinking of going to Business School .... (waiting in apprehension for Tina's repsonse)
Tina: Jen, I think that's the smartest thing you've ever said!
Me: Really?! I'm so glad you think that Tina!
Tina: If anyone has a head for business, management and leadership its YOU Jenny! I think you'd be great at that!
Me: Oh I'm so excited you feel that way!! I think Muss and I might open a restaurant or Bed and Breakfast or something!
Tina: I think that's a great idea Jenny.
It was EPIC! It's so nice when someone you care about so much expresses enthusiasm when you share your heart. I am delighted that I have Tina's support and, because she knows me so well, I now have the confidence that if she thinks I can do it, then I can. End of story.
So, that's my good news. I got support from my Mum and Sister in the span of a week! It's been great. It makes me even more homesick though because all I want to do now is hug Tina!!
Anyways, I need to get back to work, things are piling up. Have a great week everyone!
More than Well,
Jen
Friday, February 09, 2007
Happy Friday!
So, I recently reviewed a blog that tarnishes the name of Jortosh and I left it feeling sad. I read all the comments again about what we're doing here in Ireland and I am so concerned with this whole thing. We have parents rallying against us - thinking that our motives with their children are sinister. Most seem to be speculating that not only are we trying to convert their children, we're trying to assault them also. I find it very distressing that when someone tries to come into a neighbourhood to make a positive difference, the first thing people do is assume they're trying to hurt their kids. I guess I wouldn't understand because I am not a parent but still. It doesn't change the fact that we're good people and we're hurt by this drama.
Anyways, on to something less serious. I heard some things a few days ago that I've been waiting years to hear. My Mum called and we talked about school and God and my trouble making responsible decisions and do you know what she said to me?
"Jen, you're a free spirit and you always have been. You need to stop viewing that as a bad thing! I raised you that way on purpose - I wanted to you turn out the way you have. Now, all you need to do is harness your energy and passion and figure out a way to make it work for you. I've never been disappointed in you, not ever. And don't worry about going back to school - I know you're worried about student loans and committment - but Jen, hundreds of girls do it every day! You're not alone! If they can do it, you sure as hell can too! You're going to be just fine - I promise. I raised you to be a fighter."
And yes, she did. At the risk of sounding like a bad Christina Aguilera song, I am a fighter. My Mum raised to me to fight my way out of any situation that seems impossible - granted sometimes I fight when there's no battle, but still. I need to stop worrying so much about school stuff - when it's right, I'll do it. And rest assured there'll be no stopping me when that day comes.
Have a good weekend everyone!!
More than well,
Jen
So, I recently reviewed a blog that tarnishes the name of Jortosh and I left it feeling sad. I read all the comments again about what we're doing here in Ireland and I am so concerned with this whole thing. We have parents rallying against us - thinking that our motives with their children are sinister. Most seem to be speculating that not only are we trying to convert their children, we're trying to assault them also. I find it very distressing that when someone tries to come into a neighbourhood to make a positive difference, the first thing people do is assume they're trying to hurt their kids. I guess I wouldn't understand because I am not a parent but still. It doesn't change the fact that we're good people and we're hurt by this drama.
Anyways, on to something less serious. I heard some things a few days ago that I've been waiting years to hear. My Mum called and we talked about school and God and my trouble making responsible decisions and do you know what she said to me?
"Jen, you're a free spirit and you always have been. You need to stop viewing that as a bad thing! I raised you that way on purpose - I wanted to you turn out the way you have. Now, all you need to do is harness your energy and passion and figure out a way to make it work for you. I've never been disappointed in you, not ever. And don't worry about going back to school - I know you're worried about student loans and committment - but Jen, hundreds of girls do it every day! You're not alone! If they can do it, you sure as hell can too! You're going to be just fine - I promise. I raised you to be a fighter."
And yes, she did. At the risk of sounding like a bad Christina Aguilera song, I am a fighter. My Mum raised to me to fight my way out of any situation that seems impossible - granted sometimes I fight when there's no battle, but still. I need to stop worrying so much about school stuff - when it's right, I'll do it. And rest assured there'll be no stopping me when that day comes.
Have a good weekend everyone!!
More than well,
Jen
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
Its snowing right now ... and as those big white flakes settle onto the ground I find myself pondering "WHY THE HECK IS IT SNOWING IN DUBLIN !?!" I left Canada for many reasons, but one of the most prominent reasons was to escape the snow. Clearly that's working out well.
So last night we spent like 2 hours trying to watch ONE episode of "Show that I can't name for fear of intense humiliation" (herein referred to as SOIH or Show of Intense Humiliation). The episodes are about 45 minutes long but we had to keep stopping it to instruct the very blessed individual in our house. THE MOULD GUY. Just to avoid any confusion, this is not a man made of mould, or even a man who enjoys mould, he's the man who chipped the paint and stone off of our bathroom walls as they were covered in mould. The mould looked something like this:
So last night we spent like 2 hours trying to watch ONE episode of "Show that I can't name for fear of intense humiliation" (herein referred to as SOIH or Show of Intense Humiliation). The episodes are about 45 minutes long but we had to keep stopping it to instruct the very blessed individual in our house. THE MOULD GUY. Just to avoid any confusion, this is not a man made of mould, or even a man who enjoys mould, he's the man who chipped the paint and stone off of our bathroom walls as they were covered in mould. The mould looked something like this:
As disgusted as I know you are, multiply that by a thousand and you have one tenth of our disgust each and every time we would use the bathroom. It was awful. It was in the shower, all around the window and sink, all over the wall ... *shudder*. By the way, just to put your minds and hearts at ease, that's not a picture of our bathroom - it's just the closest thing to it that I could find online. So anyways, he spent a good couple hours chipping away at the wall and this Saturday he is coming to TILE THE BATHROOM!! So, praise God, no more mould! There are also rumours that our toilet and bathtub may get fixed but I don't think my mind could comprehend that much glory.
That's all for now. Keep an eye out in the next couple days as I will be adding pictures and info about what's going on in the house - as well as the much anticipated pictures of our demolished bathroom.
More than well,
Jen
Monday, February 05, 2007
Happy Monday!!
Kiki and I sometimes talk about how aggravating it is when people say "Sounds like someone's got a case of the Mondays.." Like, honestly. The only way to properly express how I feel about this "phrase" is to direct you to the movie "Office Space".
So, I am still homesick but that's nothing new. I got to talk to Muss for about an hour this weekend, as well as my Mum - that was a lot of love for one weekend!! Muss was so unbelievably encouraging (as always) and, unfortunately, that just made me want to come home MORE!
Anyways, I am once again rambling - so I will cut this short. Took some great pictures at Andrea's birthday celebration this weekend, so I hope to put those up soon. Man, I love having her here.
More than well,
Jen
Kiki and I sometimes talk about how aggravating it is when people say "Sounds like someone's got a case of the Mondays.." Like, honestly. The only way to properly express how I feel about this "phrase" is to direct you to the movie "Office Space".
So, I am still homesick but that's nothing new. I got to talk to Muss for about an hour this weekend, as well as my Mum - that was a lot of love for one weekend!! Muss was so unbelievably encouraging (as always) and, unfortunately, that just made me want to come home MORE!
Anyways, I am once again rambling - so I will cut this short. Took some great pictures at Andrea's birthday celebration this weekend, so I hope to put those up soon. Man, I love having her here.
More than well,
Jen
Saturday, February 03, 2007
Hello - to the 2 people who actually read this rarely updated blog of mine.
It's been a long time since I updated this blog - I tend to exhaust myself by updating our Jortosh blog instead. Anyways, we're back in Dublin and struggling to focus on the year ahead of us. Kiki, Tasha and I are all eager to get back to Canada and go to school, and that's making it near impossible to focus on these next few months.
I feel bad because I should be focusing all my energy on the ministry here, but I just can't! I am excited to start school, and I am delighted that I can choose anything I want to do! I really want to start my own business, and so far Muss is really into the idea. I don't know how or when we will get that ball rolling - but if we both want it, then I guess it will happen. I'm struggling with what kind of business to open. I mean, Muss is a fabulous cook - so it will have to be a restaurant or B&B or something ... I don't want it to be cliche or (God forbid) too GILMORE GIRLS! Tina would be delighted but it would be too weird. So, that's where I'm at right now.
I got a wonderful email from Muss today - she's so encouraging. I am really homesick and she sent me this beautiful email all about how she loves and believes in me. Muss - if you're reading this - you don't know what that meant to me. So ... thanks.
Anyways, I need to get back to work but I will try to update a little more regularily now. Andrea is staying with us and is job hunting at the moment so that's added a little extra MANIC to our already manic-overloaded home. I'd be lying if I said it wasn't fun though...
More than well,
Jen
It's been a long time since I updated this blog - I tend to exhaust myself by updating our Jortosh blog instead. Anyways, we're back in Dublin and struggling to focus on the year ahead of us. Kiki, Tasha and I are all eager to get back to Canada and go to school, and that's making it near impossible to focus on these next few months.
I feel bad because I should be focusing all my energy on the ministry here, but I just can't! I am excited to start school, and I am delighted that I can choose anything I want to do! I really want to start my own business, and so far Muss is really into the idea. I don't know how or when we will get that ball rolling - but if we both want it, then I guess it will happen. I'm struggling with what kind of business to open. I mean, Muss is a fabulous cook - so it will have to be a restaurant or B&B or something ... I don't want it to be cliche or (God forbid) too GILMORE GIRLS! Tina would be delighted but it would be too weird. So, that's where I'm at right now.
I got a wonderful email from Muss today - she's so encouraging. I am really homesick and she sent me this beautiful email all about how she loves and believes in me. Muss - if you're reading this - you don't know what that meant to me. So ... thanks.
Anyways, I need to get back to work but I will try to update a little more regularily now. Andrea is staying with us and is job hunting at the moment so that's added a little extra MANIC to our already manic-overloaded home. I'd be lying if I said it wasn't fun though...
More than well,
Jen
Thursday, May 18, 2006
I'm sitting here trying to figure out why it is I want to WRITE. Out of all the things I could choose to do with my life, predominantly, my heart wants to write. But why? Ever since I was little, I've wanted to be a writer. Most 12 year olds go through that phase after reading the likes of "Harriet the Spy" or even "The Babysitter's Club", they want to write for the adventure of it - to pen the stories that hold them captive on Saturday afternoons, or holed up in their rooms after school. For me, reading was dangerous. If I had a book near me, I wouldn't study or do my homework or even come out to play. I NEEDED to finish whatever book I was in the middle of. And even if it wasn't any good - I wouldn't put it down til it was done - because what if it's just about to get good? The words, the stories, they captured me, and still do to this day.
So, I read hundreds of books. Of course I read Robert Munsch, Richard Scarry and all the classics for kids - but I also got into "The Mennyms", "Utopia" and yes, even "Hans Christian Anderson - a Biography". Back then I wasn't worried about reading something entertaining or even enlightening. I wanted to soak up every single book around me because in my heart - these people who wrote such brilliant works were my colleagues, my friends.
My heart needs to write. I need to spill my thoughts on to paper because, at times, that's the only way I can sort them out. And because I want to help people. I'm 21, and I've seen a lot. I've done much more than most people my age - and sometimes most adults. I lost my childhood - it was wasted on a man who didn't care about me or my family. So I turned to everything that could possibly ease my pain - sex, drugs, alcohol, money etc. And now, years later, I'm healing because I've found the one "thing" that satisfies - I've found Jesus. Cliche YES, but important? Absolutely. I want to write for the One person my heart burns for.
I have a lot to say, about Jesus, about drugs, about being a teenager and what that's like - and people need to hear it, they need to know. And there's something else I need to say when writing about these experiences and where the Lord has brought me - I need to tell girls who have been through what I have that nothing else will ever fit, will ever make you whole or make you feel loved the way Jesus will. He's what's missing, He's that thing you crave, He's why you cry yourself to sleep at night after the drugs, alcohol, sex and money are all gone. He's constant, He's trustworthy, He's not like "them".
I need to write for them, for those girls, and for me. But mostly, I need to write for Jesus.
So, I read hundreds of books. Of course I read Robert Munsch, Richard Scarry and all the classics for kids - but I also got into "The Mennyms", "Utopia" and yes, even "Hans Christian Anderson - a Biography". Back then I wasn't worried about reading something entertaining or even enlightening. I wanted to soak up every single book around me because in my heart - these people who wrote such brilliant works were my colleagues, my friends.
My heart needs to write. I need to spill my thoughts on to paper because, at times, that's the only way I can sort them out. And because I want to help people. I'm 21, and I've seen a lot. I've done much more than most people my age - and sometimes most adults. I lost my childhood - it was wasted on a man who didn't care about me or my family. So I turned to everything that could possibly ease my pain - sex, drugs, alcohol, money etc. And now, years later, I'm healing because I've found the one "thing" that satisfies - I've found Jesus. Cliche YES, but important? Absolutely. I want to write for the One person my heart burns for.
I have a lot to say, about Jesus, about drugs, about being a teenager and what that's like - and people need to hear it, they need to know. And there's something else I need to say when writing about these experiences and where the Lord has brought me - I need to tell girls who have been through what I have that nothing else will ever fit, will ever make you whole or make you feel loved the way Jesus will. He's what's missing, He's that thing you crave, He's why you cry yourself to sleep at night after the drugs, alcohol, sex and money are all gone. He's constant, He's trustworthy, He's not like "them".
I need to write for them, for those girls, and for me. But mostly, I need to write for Jesus.
Thursday, May 11, 2006
We finally got the internet at home - I am so stoked! It's been a crazy couple of weeks. Kiki and I aren't working at the moment, so we've been diving into kids ministry like crazy! It's like, God's given us this renewed energy and drive to spend time with these kids. And we've been richly rewarded. We've spent the past 2 days just loving the kids and trying to be consistent - like coming outside to play when we said we would, and remembering their birthdays. This stuff means more to them than we realize. Like, yesterday a girl came to our door who we don't get to see a lot and I say "Oh, hey Sarah! Where have you been?" and she just said "You remembered my name .." It was a great moment for me.
So, lately, it's been all about getting excited to go home - but now I find myself getting excited to come back here in the fall! To see who's gotten taller, who's back from summer vacation, etc. Just to see these kids after not being able to see them for 3 months will be such a blessing. I am so thankful that God is showing me how much I love them and want them to know Him - because, if He didn't, what would be the point of doing what we're doing? I just pray that we make Him proud.
So, lately, it's been all about getting excited to go home - but now I find myself getting excited to come back here in the fall! To see who's gotten taller, who's back from summer vacation, etc. Just to see these kids after not being able to see them for 3 months will be such a blessing. I am so thankful that God is showing me how much I love them and want them to know Him - because, if He didn't, what would be the point of doing what we're doing? I just pray that we make Him proud.
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