Coming soon...

Squiggle's Joey is going to be coming out of her pouch any day now! I'm going to document it's growth by posting pictures every couple of days. Today I could see a tiny little tail hanging out of her pouch!

Just thinking...

So, I’ve had a few things pop into my head over the last few days. The first is to maybe transfer my credits and start a veterinary technology program. The simple fact is that I’m not happy where I’m at right now, and I’m having my doubts as to whether or not I really want to finish my degree in laboratory science, or focus on something I may find more fulfilling. The second is that I might like to join a boxing gym. I really need to get into shape (I know, I know, round is a shape, but not the shape I want to be) and it kind of sounds like fun. There’s a local gym that I’m thinking about checking out. The question is whether or not I would actually go. Maybe I can convince my friend Diane to join with me.

Written just for me!

Let's Wish

Who is the girl from the Great Salt Lake
That has reached her hand out for me to take

It seems she has cast a spell on me
She is in my mind, she is all I see

I think she is sent from up above
She is full of honesty, truth and love

And I’ve been alone for quite a while
It sure feels good, she makes my heart smile

I know its time to live again
To see the sun, and to feel the wind

To open up my heart and soul
It takes two halves to make a whole

I’ll take your hand, Jenn, let’s walk awhile
Lets share a story, some wine, a smile

I want to know just who you are
Together let’s with upon a star.
CBC 2007


And...
My heart's been broken
My soul's felt hollow
But I'll never give up
Because it's love I follow!


It just goes to prove that beautiful things can grow in the ugliest of places.
Thank you Christopher

She's already gone...

Mom doesn’t leave the country for 11 more days, but she shut off her phone today, so it seems like she’s already gone. It’s kind of sad; you never realized how much you take the little things for granted until they’re gone. The simple convince of being able to pick up the phone and hear her voice whenever I need to; I don’t realize how much that means to me until I that time of year rolls around when communication with her is not so simple. I miss you already mom.

A Good Laugh

So Diane, Mykie, and myself were coming back in from break, waiting for the elevator. Mykie (a very gay man) had to straighten the hood of my sweater, apparently it was inside out and driving him crazy. Diane made a comment, "Oh Michael, you’re so good to your woman, always making sure we look put together". To this Mykie makes a funny face, and says… Sorry ladies, I’m strictly dickly! and does his little "gay" wave.

Diane was doubled over she was laughing so hard – I hope he realizes that he now has himself a new nickname!

Patience

Patience
They say patience is a virtue.
It’s not one of mine.
An ability or willingness to suppress restlessness or annoyance when confronted with delay.
Those that know me would laugh.
I hate waiting.
I want what I want when I want it.
Instant gratification.
Right here.
Right now.
Why must you make me wait?

Destiny

Walk any path in Destiny’s garden, and you will be forced to choose not once, but many times.
The Paths fork and divide. With each step you take through Destiny’s garden, you make a choice; and every choice determines future paths.
However, at the end of a lifetime of walking you might look back and see only one path stretching out behind you; or ahead and see only darkness.
Sometimes you dream about the paths of Destiny, and speculate, to no purpose.
Dream about the paths you took and the paths you didn’t take…
The paths diverge and branch and reconnect; some say not even Destiny himself truly knows where any way will take you, where each twist and turn will lead.
But even if Destiny could tell you, he will not.
Destiny holds his secrets.
The Garden of Destiny. You would know it if you saw it. After all, you will wander it until you die.
Or beyond.
For the paths are long and even in death there is no ending to them.
Destiny of the Endless is the only one who understands the garden’s peculiar geography, distinct from time and space, where the potential becomes the actual.
Destiny knows the book he carries is as much a guide to the garden as it is
the minutiae of future-past.
Destiny has no path of his own. He makes no decisions, picks no branching ways; his way is laid out, drawn and defined, from the beginning of time to the end of everything.
-Neil Gaiman, Season of Mist