music by Marie Miller

Really good music: (that can't stop listening too at work, etc)
Marie Miller - is an extremely devoted, talented young singer. Gifted and blessed, Marie uses her talents to praise God and show the world how she's embracing her gifts. Her & her sisters preformed here yesterday for the girl and they were great at showing a witness, being down to earth & having fun with the girls.And there were free Cd'S!

"Once" - Even though the movie & soundtrack have been out forever, I am just recently being exposed to both. I have to admit, I am a little obsessed. The extremely low budget film got great reviews, and some awards I think too..which goes to show, that its ok to start small and poor because you never know where God will take you. I sincerely hope to find my Irish street corner singer one day. (But hopefully he did not go through the whole - heartbreak-of-loosing-his-his-girlfriend-who-is-rubbish-because-she-left-him-for another-guy!) I would never; especially if he had an accent!

'the death of common sense'

So there is this book. It's entitled, "The Death of Common Sense." Appropriately so, for it touches upon ordinary circumstances that should work out. But as a result of this increasingly progressive trend of lack of common sense these days, these ordinary things become difficult, and some even down right impossible. Example: Mother Teresa, may her soul rest in peace, when she was alive & the Missionaries of Charity had this wonderful idea to build a homeless shelter in NYC. It would be a boarding house for those who have no where to go, a place to get a warm meal amidst the cold & heartless streets NYCity can possess, have their laundry done and be sent with a smile from the Missionaries. But this wasn't possible. A law in NYCity prevented this shelter from being built because the nuns couldn't fit the bill of an elevator. It did not matter that they would not be using the elevator, for they did not even believe in doing laundry by machine; they did everything by hand. It also did not matter that they had been saving up for this building for years, finally raising c. $5000 dollars to start the renovation. Why didn't any of this matter? Because the law said so.
I can understand why their needs to be an elevator in a lot of buildings, but mandating it so that the Missionaries of Charity cannot spread Christ's good work? There definitely seems something wrong with this.

the nice parking enforcement man from NY

My fun new phrase? "I'm blogging that shiZ." Ok, so I don't say shiz, but its for edification sake...The point is that whenever something funny happens, I believe I should blog it for others to share in the comedic moment of which I recently experienced.
So this funny experience went down on Monday evening, after Theology on Tap. It was a good night; heard a talk by a witty nun from Assisi who thought she had a vocation to marriage that would supply her with enough kids for a soccer team; hilarious. After the talk there was drinks, catching up with friends from College and meeting new faces. Its a good time. But I should back up, for the story really begins when we first arrived, parking the car. Were driving along Pitt street when I spot, ah, a spot. Parking spot to be precise. As we are pulling in I look up to the right hand side of the street to see the nice, friendly, green lettered sign which reads "2hour parking". I then consult my party who quickly agrees, "Oh def, we'll be fine here. Were only staying till 10pm." Now, it was about 7 at this point, mind you. But we were confident..now whether we just really wanted to get into the bar & enjoy our after work pint of choice and ciggy, or if we really thought we would not get a ticket, jury is still out... but, I'm sure both factors involved.
So, back to the bar. So around 10 we are getting ready to leave and I think to myself as I grab my keys out of my jacket, "Mm, the car. Well I hope its still there." So outside we go. We get distracted for a minute, but none the less start inching towards the car as we are talking to people. But then I see him - a nice man in what resembles a police-man's outfit. I think to myself, "Ah, he's a cute old man. With a small car/cart thing ....with tickets ....in his hand...shut!!" And then take off running. Luckily the car is not far. Even luckier, the nice, pudgy, parking enforcement officer/agent (yea i said it), was from upstate New York. And who's from upstate NY? Nope, not me, but someone in my car was. She knows who she is, and so for her, I devote this blog. AH, its those funny moments that are the best, fo sho. So here's to that certain parking agent, that certain girl from NY, and beer, bamf*

dreary

Ever feel like you don't want to get out of bed in the morning? Not the usual, oh gosh this stinks I have to get up, the light is so bright and its so cold outside of my covers sort of thing..but the nope, I jsut don't think I am going to get up. Can I really loose my job for not going in every day...Who made this rule of going into work everyday? It stinks.
For someone who does actually like their job too, its weird. Maybe its just the winter blues...Or the longgg weeks I have been having, I don't know, I just want to go back to bed is all I know. Hopefully it will be sunny tmrw.

Airplane Assistant or Plane?

Hmm. As a talk by the renown President of a certain college is going on upstairs, I find myself here. In my office, in the evening, writing a blog...what about, one may ask? My Halloween costume. Yes, folks, it is that time again. Time to go pumpkin picking, gord plucking, and apple cider tasting..Mmm I love the fall. Its just getting a bit brisk here where you might need a light jacket and scarf. Thankfully it gets warm in the sunlight around lunchtime when I venture outside, something the South defenitley has at its advantage. But in the morning as I am rushing out the door, scarf swinging, keys jingling, hoping I have everything I need (including my work keys which I have seem to somehow forgotten at least twice last week), the 30degree weather can catch you off guard in the early hours of the morning. Now unless you have been hybernating for the last week, the weather has been steadily getting colder....thankfully it hasn't hit, what I like to call as "the winter wall", but is still in the "oh-it's-a-bit-chilly-I-should-wear-a-scarf-at-least" faze....
How did I get to weather? Anyway, my costume. So a respective friend is going as an airtraffic controller (SO great), and I had the brilliant idea of going with her um, plane. We'll see how that works out...Lets try to paint a picture here...Wings, like actual wings atatched to my arms for areodynamic ability, my body will probably be positioned in a 40degree angle to gather the "flying" or "take off" position, and various wish-y-woosh-y noises to be made...Or a cute skirt, vest, tights & heels, hair in bun and bubly personality (maybe British perhaps?), as a flight assistant/attendant whatever they are calling them these days...mm...we'll seee!

my love affair with coffee

You know how everyone says you have one love of your life, one true love that your meant for. I definitely agree with that. And, ladies and gents, I have found that love. My love is warm and kind to me in the morning, the afternoon, and the evening. It is ready for me in just a few shakes and always happy to see me. It doesn't care how many bad hair days I have, or if I do look hot, for to me, its always warm to the lips...Ok, ok, so this blog is about coffee. Dunkin Donuts french vanilla roast to be specific. I love it, it loves me. End of story. It only costs me about 3bucks. So, while yes, unfortunately, I have to pay for this lovin, at least its dependable. I would like to take this opportunity to thank those nice ladies at the Dunkin Donuts on Duke Street who have made me this nice coffee selection twice this week. God Bless you and your cheerful smiles in the morning.

"said" boy

Oh, and also about "said guy who posts things on his blog that's exciting", he should learn that maybe a reason why he doesn't have said girlfriend, is because of the little nonchalant phrase of his that goes something like.. "don't get caught."

French groceries

Okay, so the title is lame, sue me. But its incredibly nice outside (circa 80 degrees), and I am inside. I know my boss says I can go wherever I need to figure things out, but when one needs a computer, one needs a computer..So I don't think my blogs are as adventurous as say, that one guy who mentions exciting things in his blog all the time, but its a start. For instance, here's something funny. I got hit on in a grocery store. Yep, in the meat isle. Pretty bad a, if you ask me. He was in all freezer clothing (aka: sweatshirts, gloves, hat, the works), and I in jeans and flip flops. He starts off with "Are you looking for something?" "yes, what is the cheapest", "Oh, the one in your hand is a good deal, on sale this week" "Oh", I replied, "good to know" "Are you French?" he asks. "No"was my reply. "Do I look French?" "Oh well the bag (pink striped), the shoes (gold flip flops from the dollar store), all your colors, I just thought you might be French." "Nope" I say. "So what do you do?" He starts. "Oh, I'm a youth minister at a Catholic Parish" I say. Then he approaches the situation with "Oh, that's why you are so nice." Ah, ha, right. Then he proceeds and goes, in for the kill.. "So, do you want to come here more often?"he asks. "I'm sorry, waht?" Hoping he'll see the fact that he is following me out of the meat isle into the cereal isle is making me really uncomfortable..."Do you want my number so we can get together sometime?" he smiles, which I can hardly see underneath all his layers. "Oh", I smile sheepishly and nervously, "I'm not looking to date right now." And then I run out of the store, to my car, not even paying for my $20 dollars worth of groceries, and jump in my car, and drive away...Ok, not really, but something like that. I didn't want big freezer man to follow me. Even though its near my new residence and really convenient, we'll see when I go back to that grocery store...