Jokes from today

What's the meanest breakfast cereal in the world?

Scornflakes.
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What do you call it when you thought you saw Miriam today?

Merage.
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What breakfast preserve do people put on their toast in the Islands of the American Western Pacific Ocean?

Guamalade.
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k, lolz ya later.

Fixing

At home group on Monday we played some football.

And yesterday I remembered that Mike was in hospital with a broken ankle not that long ago.
I think it's a miracle that our bodies regenerate, create new flesh, rejoin bone or whatever.
No matter how medical science explains it, it doesn't take away the wonder and awe I have for God's creation and creative power. Just like the fact that I know the water cycle and how raindrops form doesn't take away from the magic of tonnes of gallons of water floating above me, and then dispersing gently and nourishingly onto our planet.
In a world where things seem perpetually detrimental, things fall apart, new jeans become old, holed jeans - why on earth should a bleeding cut choose to zip itself back up! Stupid!
But great at the same time. Healing wounds affirming life.
The power of life, aye? Something inherent in living organisms force them to continue pursuing life. I am thankful.

I suppose our attitudes and thoughts of ourselves & others shouldn't stray far from our biological intentions...
We should be growing our minds, refining our character and learning virtue. And I think all that comes from God, as our source of life -living life. Affirming his restoration and creativity in our physical healing and growth and in the growth of our hearts and attitudes.
That is the power of the Holy Spirit. How awfully humbling.

The Weekend

Donnell Bros Inc. Birthday (Lances Party) v1.9

• 1x Cricket+Ball cake
• 1x BBQ
• 20x Sausages
• 20x Chicken shish-kebabs
• 1x Sparkling Duet
• 1x PS3 w/Fifa 09
• 1x Xbox 360 w/Rock Band
• 1x Spa (cicada inclusive package)
• 4x Mafia card dejavu

(All chillin' provided)

Extras

• Choice mangere (pool redistribution)
• Choice mangere short course (2 Step program)

Sponsored by MAUDTransport (Major Awesome Underrated Driving)
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Okay, so, Lances was swell chillin'. Met Sir Harbuz of Antony who was nice enough. Good Rock Band times were had. I really enjoyed playing the bass that night. Got home at a reasonable hour, which was good cos I had Bolder in the morning.

Sunday was pretty busy. Bussed to church around 9:15am and it turned out I didn't need to have a great sleep because we just watched a DVD at Bolder, but good sleepin' is good sleepin'.

Then spent the afternoon chillin' and millin' (around). I worked on Simon and Gabby's order of service for their wedding and got that all done which was good.
Was pretty tired by the afternoon and didn't do much.

Sunday finished with some ridiculous film editing and Denny's.
Oh, Denny's!!
Me and Ben were served by someone who actually seemed happy to work there and talked to us! It was some old chap who I'd not seen before, but do indeed hope to see again.

New Hat

My sis came back from a short trip to Australia today with a hat and a message and Stu.

The hat and message were for me. The hat was from my Aunty Shiny and it came with a message from my Aunty Rachel daring me to wear the hat all week. Its a cool hat.

Rain drizzling all around this morning. But its cool.

Got some new goals ahead of me to shoot for. I ought to right them down. You could write your own, too. Pray about them and pray for others.

Seeing Gran Torino tonight! Woop!

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lolz!
Just realised how well this works with my blog title. HAH! Thanks Shiny!

...genius!
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Smales Farm bus station

I met this old lady at the bus stop yesterday. She was wearing an eye patch, which I thought was pretty stink.

Like being old and hurt in some way is lame cos I hear it takes ages for even little things to heal when you are old.

She approached me asking about a bus and I tried to help but I don't know heaps about where the buses go, I asked my bus driver if he was going where she wanted, but to no avail.

But I thought it was cool that she asked for help. Especially cos I didn't actually notice when she asked the first time and I sort of just walked off. Cos I couldn't really hear her and sometimes people just talk to themselves, you know?
...I felt bad about that after, when I realised she had been talking to me. It was pretty cool of her to persist to ask this delinquent teenager for help.

Its scary that one day I'll be old. Its scary to think I could end up with one eye, not knowing what bus to catch and having to rely on some stranger for help.

On the plus side, I found out pensioners get free bus rides.

One of the things we all think

...something i've been thinking. Its from toothpastefordinner.com

I bought some pegs today, from the same guy I bought towels from last week at the warehouse.

Uni...psych!

Dang. The sweet whether made me want to unicycle but i'm not living at home atm, so no luck.


Everyone be glad for the sun!
Today I made poems on the fridge with the valentines word magnets at my flat. Forgot to empty the dishwasher actually.


Had an encouraging lunch with Dale just before. Been havin encouraging conversations with people recently, boosting my ego and reminding me that studying and using your brain is gooooooodd.

Encouraging people is important. You don't know how far your words go or how far away someone feels. A grateful or kind gesture can be all it takes for someone to find life good for another minute or another day.

Encouraging good things makes people want to be good. When peeps achieve somthing, give em props. Forget doing the tall-poppy thing.


...more like tall-poopy! Am I right!?

Bunker Hill Folk Review Review

Bunker Hill Folk Review!

What a swell place! What a surprise! What a jewel!

Went to bunker hill folk review and it was amazing. What a charming and lovely atmosphere. So many people there dedicated to freedom of expression and people who simply love music and want to listen to what people say through their music.

No mics, no amps, just a musician and his/her weapon of choice (Timothy Blackman).

As soon as you walk into the bunker you can't help but feel like you've gone through a time warp or a door to another realm or something. Folk insignia scattered across every wall, posters, pictures, newspaper clippings and vintage tools - all adding to the dreamy world where people really listen to music.

It even had a folk library, books and CD's galore.

It was really cool to see Lid play there. It was my favourite gig of hers and also her most scary to play. I think I loved it because I know Lydia doesn't like it when people come to her gigs and just talk through them, and here you could watch the people listen and see them smile when they heard a lyric that was good for them.

As well as that it just is a lovely and simple thing to hear her songs totally acoustic and unplugged.

What a crazy place. Top hats, double basses, hate songs, protest songs, love songs, cushions, chairs, beer, tea, fiddle-improv. and political tye-dye t-shirts.

A big mark on my musical map. A place I must journey back to, not least to hear the great appearance of Great North, Phil Austen and Mali Mali.

I only hope I can remember to film upcoming gigs there and can capture some of the magic.

Life is good. Happy Birthday Wayne.

Thank the Lord for antibiotics. I'm glad that my phone already has this word in its predictive dictionary.
I've been sick and I have never been more glad for penicillin. Being ill made parachute hard and has lingered painfully for the last few weeks after since my first dose wasn't strong enough and my second dose came with doctors orders to take the dang pills on an empty stomach.

"(ONE hour before food or TWO hours after)"

I aren't complaining though, from what I've read having tonsils out as an adult sounds like 4 weeks of throat-death.
My pills are a retro reddish brown, the colour might make a nice jersey.

Tonight I watched march of the penguins between disobeying orders and stealing food that should interrupt my medicine. Penguins are pretty loyal to each other.

What I found cool was how they showed remorse or grief at the sight of an egg or baby penguin that had been claimed by the freezing climate. Sure these eggs or young'uns become abandoned and cast to the side once they have expired, but some penguins would stop and have a poke around with their beak, identify the sad case and seemed to take pause and think.
It was really touching to see that. Even Penguins seem to show an understanding of how precious life is.

Yesterday was Wayne Reynolds 21st birthday. I still struggle to understand that when he died he was younger than I am now. He was older than me and I feel he still is and I don't think reason or logic can convince me any different. He was smart, he excelled in school, he fought through immense pain with strength God gave him, with words to quote that God gave Him, and with family and friends that cherished him.
I'm incredibley thankful to God for him. Lessons are continuing to be learned from Waynes struggle, in my life at the very least.

It would be good to see everyday the gift that life is, thank God and spend time in His wisdom and live out our days with that richer perspective, but it maintains its place as being a real fight everyday, a battle for wholesome growth.