Soon to be intoxicated...maybe.

What a marathon week!
Birthday, pseudo-family, shopping, ear piercing, stair climbing, cooking, plastic bottle cleaver slashing, photo shoots, lunchly conversations, spanish test, wind, learning the Charleston, sun, discussion, blessed truth.

I wish I were able to keep a running dialog/timetable of all the regular fun things I get to do and and all the amazing people I have met here. But I can't. Hmm.

Anyway, now I must away to participate in a psyc experiment. I haven't been allowed to eat for the last 4 hours (it's nearly 3pm now) because I will be the guinea pig in testing for psychological effects of alcohol. This involves drinking a juice, which may or may not contain alcohol, and seeing how I react while completing some assigned task. Shall be interesting! I get triple credit for my abnormal psyc class, which is icing on the cake as I rather enjoy these kinds of things.

Good thing I had those fantastic apple-honey pancakes for breakfast this morning. I hardly even smelled those nasty greek lamb wraps you guys had for lunch, Justin.

How much do they cost?

Simplify

Sometimes I get the best idea for a really entertaining post and then I forget it.

"This is all fake," Reese Roper, formerly of Five Iron Frenzy

Why am I so stuck on myself that I assume I know why things happen? Really...it's just ridiculous. Often I think I've got a handle on things. Really wish I would take God at His word.

Two days ago, I saw a young couple walking through the gardens. They looked so fashionable and hip. Right down to the brilliant blue moonboots the young man was wearing.

On that same note, Napoleon Dynamite was filmed in my home state of Idaho. There's a special place in my heart for the movie. Right next to Zoolander which was not filmed in Idaho.

Looking forward to housesitting for the next week and a half. Living in a real house! With a working fireplace and a cat! It seems so real and home-ish! I sure do miss my family.

Sarah

I burned my pinkie today getting a pizza out of the oven. It seems like no matter how hard I try I always get burnt using the oven. I burned myself this morning too, actually. I was making cream of wheat in the little sauce pan and when i put the powder in the water i guess i didn't do it gradually enough, it all clumped together, so I got a whisk and broke the clumps up, when i was done i set the whisk in the pan. The pan was small and the whisk was long and heavy,(I couldn't find my pants this morning, so I wasn't wearing any) and the whisk immediately fell out throwing a huge clump of red hot cream of wheat on my thigh, it burned bad, so my hand (even though i told it not to) rushed down and wiped it off, so now my left hand was burning so my right hand did the only thing it could think of, wiped the cream of wheat onto itself. I can take pain very well (someone like me learns to quickly) but that made me cry. so my palms my thigh and my right pinkie are burned. But that cream of wheat was the best I've ever had!

My sister, Sarah. Poor girl, she's always been...umm...uncoordinated. At first we thought it had to do with the growing phases, every time she would gain some height, she would run into new things with her head: the drawers, counter, microwave door. But we began to understand that it's a life-long saga when we were out for a bike ride and she ran into a boulder. A massive boulder that she ran STRAIGHT into and fell over. She's never lived that one down.
Don't even bring up scar stories with the girl. She can out-scar anyone we know (except for maybe Ray, who had his entire forearm reconstructed after a motorbike accident). She's burned herself, lit herself on fire at least 3 times (she wasn't allowed around candles for ages - her hair always seemed to meander into the flame), stepped on a pitchfork, run into numerous walls and corners, fallen down the stairs...I could go on.
Daniel and I are not entirely blameless, I think. She was always our guinea pig - small enough to fit wherever we wanted to put her and usually willing to do just about anything for the older siblings. Two events come to mind.
When she was three or four, (I am six years older - so I was old enough to know better) I put her in one of my oversized sweatshirts and tied the sleeves behind her, straight-jacket style. The three of us then proceeded to play our favorite game on the trampoline - "Who gets the bounce?" Sarah got it and promptly flew headlong off the trampoline.
Sarah: (crying) "Mooooooooooom!"
Daniel and Liz: "Shhhhhh! Stop crying and we'll get her for you! Are you ok? STOP CRYING! You're alright! Don't tell Mom! Quick, take off the sweatshirt. SHUT UP!!! It was an accident!"

When we built our current residence nine years ago, we were always looking for relatively safe ways to entertain ourselves. Now on this occasion I truly was not involved. This was ALL Daniel. On the cement driveway, he set up two of Dad's sawhorses and placed a ladder across them. Sarah was instructed to stand on the ladder - moving back and forth as necessary - and dodge the "flaming arrows," little daggers of wood Daniel would chuck at her. I heard they got pretty good before Sarah fell off, hitting her head on the cement.
At this age I knew enough about concussions to suspect she had received one. We told Mom who, needless to say, was more than a little perturbed. Daniel and I were placed on "don't-let-her-sleep" duty while Mom phoned a nurse friend. Sarah ended up concussion-less, but I still think it has something to do with her pattern of self masochism. Not that it's intentional...or is it? I'll have to hypnotise her and ask.

Anyway! Sarah has now become one of my best friends. She writes me the best emails, so real and honest, it's just like talking to her. I look forward to them and wish it wasn't so expensive to call. Before I left, she and I shared a "bedsroom" for two years. Originally it was only going to be for the winter because my room was so cold. She and I had so much fun sharing a "bedsroom," however, that when I went home over break, we still slept in the same room. My favorite nights are when we're so tired that we laugh until it hurts. I miss that.

Long Beach

Last Sunday afternoon I had one of the most memorable experiences thus far in New Zealand. I went on a HalF-SOUL adventure.
My group was led by Caleb, a man who enjoys any outdoor adventure so long as it is made more dangerous and/or difficult than it is (can't count how many times he replied to the question, "why don't we go that way? It's shorter" with, "because then it wouldn't be as fun!").
Despite the snow forecast, the DCBC realise (university students) group headed out to Long Beach with the Highw@y (high school students) crowd after the morning church service. We transported food and a BBQ to the end of the beach where the large cave is. The group that stayed behind to guard everything began cooking and building the fire. "Your job is to have a feast available for us when we return," Caleb smiled. No one complains when Caleb asks them to do something.
And then we were off! ...straight into the ocean. "Watch the waves, then go for it!" We were to head to the rocks and traverse around the point. I immediately soaked myself to the waist, but apparently sometimes you can make it around the point only getting your feet wet, but that's any time other than spring.
At one point I asked Jon, the only other male in our crowd of 8 or so girls, "Why is the water so warm right now?" He laughed and informed me of my obvious adrenaline high, "The water is freezing, you just don't feel it."
It wasn't long before I could feel it. Coming around the point, Caleb showed us our next task.
"See that tunnel over there? Well, we're going to swim under it!" Most of us plunged in before he could continue with the coaxing. Yes, the water is indeed freezing at this time of year. I didn't so much realise the temperature until I climbed up on the rocks and then hopped in again to swim. There the water was quite deep and I managed to effectively dunk myself. Hallelujah for glasses that adhere to the face (Couldn't leave them behind, Mom, you know how blind I am). Immediately following this pleasant wading experience, we were to make our way up the hillside. Not a completely vertical hillside, but pretty close. But no worry! The sun showers were present to aid in the reduction in traction! My quads just about quit. Because the water was so cold, my muscles nearly locked up - they really despised the abuse of climbing uphill after that. (On a side note: two days of a hottie and stretching finally released everything)
The view from the top was glorious. "Welcome to HalF-SOUL! We figure God made so many of these beautiful places and we ought to get out there and enjoy them!" Caleb briefly explained to us that the trek we'd just made is part of an adventure race track. Sounds pretty enticing, I might recruit a team of adventurers some afternoon...
As a light rain fell, the sun shone brightly, offering heat to our shivering selves. Making our way along, we climbed back down to the water. Lots of seals, seal poo, bird poo, slippery paths, scratches, flesh wounds and a dislocated shoulder (poor Rosalie was wisked off to the hospital for resetting and I heard she's doing quite well) later, we made it back to the cave.
I could hardly move my fingers but there was a massive bonfire, heaps of sausages and coleslaw, and a guitar. I'd thought to bring dry shirts and was wearing my quickdry pants, so I wasn't entirely chilled. We sang, ate and tried to warm up before heading home with a quick stop for ice creams. Yes, I know half of us were freezing, but it was SO much fun to cram our group of about 20 into the itty-bitty dairy.
In termination, the ride home was extremely memorable. Six karaoke superstar girls, a cranked-up radio, and two guys in the front seat of the van...I think it's enough to say we turned back to pedal it over the speed bumps!

Sheer Exhaustion

I have texted "I[']m exhausted" at least three times today.
Our second school performance of "The Magician's Nephew" went well this morning. That I noticed, there were no major hitches. It has been discovered, however, that we use too much of the expensive stage makeup. We've now been advised to actually let the makeup crew do our makeup.
And by "we" I mean "me."

Oooh, for ages now I've wanted to do a little posting on each of my friends.
Because I'm listening to Watermark at the moment ("My Heart Your Home"), and because she has taken on international popularity (and because I like the whole 'cool-by-association' trend) Heidi comes to mind. I think you'll enjoy this, friend!

I'm not sure of our ages at the point of initial contact, but it took YEARS for us to get along.
Again, when I say "we" I mean "me."
And I do mean years. About 5. At least. Maybe. Really, it's because I'm pretty much determined to find my security in anything other than Jesus.
But moving on to Heidi: when did we really start to get along? It must have been when I was a senior and you were a junior in high school? Maybe it was before then. Anyway, our Moms are really good friends and so we always heard about each other; well, I always heard the Heidi updates. I do remember going to the rec center at 6am a morning or two with Mom and the four of us doing aerobics together. Couldn't handle that for long.
Heidi is one of those obviously brilliant girls that, in my 11-14yr-old-too-concerned-with-image opinion, used to ooze geekiness. Ok, ok, I mean that in the nicest possible way. Actually, you completely used to intimidate me with your intelligence and talent. And for quite a while, I wasn't sure if you had a sense of humor or not. Part of it was that I used to be terrified of your mother. I figured you either weren't allowed or were too scared to be funny...or something. I still remember the first time I witnessed you poking fun at your mom. I held my breath in anticipation of the impending doom; I always hated being in the room when my friends were about to be beaten.

And then I saw the glint in your eye. You're still alive and I'm not terrified of your mom anymore.

Just remembered that we started to do stuff together when I first got my license at 15 yrs of age. Remember the day I drove us to go climbing? Our moms made sure that everything was taken care of: no radio and you were to do any extra-driving activity that was necessary within the vehicle. By the time we repeated back our instructions to their satisfaction, there were only about 45 min left to climb.

At some point I started housesitting for your family and staying with you on the occasion that your family left you behind because of school or work. That's when we really started to have a blast. You really can stay up all night, I'll give that one to you!
I loved our cheese, french bread and apples evenings at the Shakespeare Festival (especially when we were rained out), bike rides, soccer games, and our outrageous, victorious team triathlon win! We've sung at church, road-tripped, and grocery shopped together.

I especially love our conversations. One in particular that resides in the forefront of my memory is the one which developed during the drive back from Lewiston.

I don't think I've ever told you, but I want a marriage like your parents' and children that turn out as amazing as you all have. I adore your siblings and have the greatest respect for your parents. Your family is a magnificent display of God's grace, mercy and never-ending faithfulness through excruciating pain and extreme joy.
Being away from everyone has made me consider the friendships in my life that I treasure.
Yours, Heidi, is one of them. Can't wait to see ya ;o)

ps- if you want me to take out the part about your tragic nerdy past, I will. But don't you think it lends to the glowing success story of a poor, unsocialised homeschooler who miraculously ends up capable of functioning in society? *snork*

Zion, perfect in beauty

I am exhausted of the shallow.
I long for beauty and strength

Even the sparrow has found a home,
and the swallow a nest for herself,
where she may have her young

- a place near your alter, O Lord Almighty,
my King and my God.

Blessed are those who dwell in your house;
they are ever praising you.
Blessed are those whose strength is in you,
who have set their hearts on pilgrimage.

As they pass through the Valley of Baca,

they make it a place of springs;

the autumn rains also cover it with pools.

They go from strength to strength,

till each appears before God in Zion.

Hear my prayer, O Lord God Almighty;

listen to me, O God of Jacob.

...better is one day in your courts than a thousand elsewhere...

psalm 84:3-8, 10a NIV

"Liar...Thief...Twister...Cheat, that is my name..."

What was the birthright that Esau despised and that Jacob was to inherit? The birthright was this—the promise that God had given to Abraham that in his seed all the families of the earth should be blessed... the birthright involved the birth of Christ—the Seed of Abraham...the One who would redeem man from his lost condition and restore him to his true relationship to God, making him dependent once more upon the One whose presence is life and who alone can enable man to behave as man, as God intended man to be.

This was the birthright: that God was prepared in the person of His incarnate Son, to make man man again and to restore him to his true humanity—and Esau despised the birthright! Esau said in his heart, “Sunday school talk! I don’t need this kind of kid’s stuff! I have all that it takes to be man—apart from God!” There was perpetuated in him the basic lie perpetuated by Satan in Adam: “You are what you are, by virtue of what you are and not by virtue of what God is. You can lose God and lose nothing!”

Esau had no time for any birthright that was calculated to leave him anything other than completely self-sufficient and completely independent; and God can do nothing for a man like that.

But Jacob, the twister—God could do something for him. God could do something for Jacob when He could do nothing for Esau, for although men might legitimately despise Jacob, they did not despise him any more than he despised himself. There were times maybe, when in the darkness and when he was desperately lonely, the tears would course down his cheeks, and he would cry out in his heart, “God, if there is any kind of blessing that you can give to a person like me, that can make me different from what I am—that is what I need, and that is what I want!”

God can get in and God can begin with a man when he comes to the place of total despair, when he ceases to be impressed with what he is and jettisons all expectation in himself. God loved Jacob! He did not love him for what he was—He loved him for what He could make of him; and God never loved you for what you were. He loved you and He loves you still for what He can make of you.

God does not love you for what the flesh makes of your human personality, but He does love you for what Christ can make of your human personality—but God can only begin when you admit your need of Christ. Esau never admitted his need...

Jacob wanted everything he could get from God, and although it was twenty weary years before he entered into the fullness of that purpose for which he had been called, God could at least begin with Jacob. He began first at Bethel, “the house of God,” and continued twenty years later at Peniel, “the face of God,” where, graduating from the school of despair, Jacob wrestled with a man who touched his thigh, and asked him, “What is your name?”

And Jacob whispered hoarsely, “Cheat—Sneak—Twister—Thief— Supplanter—that is my name!”

And God said, in effect, “Jacob, that is all I have been waiting for; I have been waiting for you to call yourself by your own name—and now I will change it! You shall be called Israel—Prince of God!”

Given the opportunity, God can take the most beggarly elements of humanity and make a prince out of them. Did you ever get down on your knees and tell God what you know yourself to be? Have you ever called yourself by your own name? If you have learned to do that, you have learned the secret of blessing—and God will change your name.

The Saving Life of Christ, Major W. Ian Thomas

Felt like I was ignoring him.

Ok, couldn't resist posting on my studmuffin brother, Daniel (he hates it when I talk about how cute he is...maybe it bugs his girlfriend?). But I didn't want him to be left out of the attention. Besides, happy birthday to him in a week! He's about to turn 20...yikes.

My Adorable Parents

As per request, here are some pics of my Pa. Mom and I never stop hearing about how alike we look as mother and daughter, and Mel wondered if I looked like Dad. Here you go! I know I looked a lot like him when I was younger, but for some reason Mom and I look alike now...
That is Dad and I at Heather's wedding.
By the way, sorry for lack of postings, I've been so busy with uni, life and theatre performances that I'm cheating and only posting pictures :o) At least they speak thousands of words!

Wedding pics up! Link to them via "More of my pictures"

Katie, Emily and I playing "princess" last year. Yes, that really was how long my hair was. And yes, I still do play "princess."

This is my mum. As you can clearly see.
She just had a horrific tooth-pulling experience. I'm currently waiting on her reply as to whether or not she'd mind if I shared the story.

















At the NZ v. S. Africa rugby with Justin, Becks and Brenden.
I still can't believe I actually enjoyed the sport aspect of "going to the game."
I usually just enjoy the people aspect.
What a great night.
That one will go into my 'Favorite Memories of 10 months in New Zealand' file.















My beloved sister, Sarah Michelle, and me after playing together with the goats. I love her little hands. ...even if they are always clammy like her feet are.

I am gross, it's true

Enough wedding talk.
I've been contemplating writing a post on my demented sense of humor. I find normal bodily functions and noises hilarious. I've always known that my family gets the biggest kick out of less-than-socially accepted subject matter, but lately the topic has been on my mind.
For example, some of my best family memories were when we were at the dinner table and someone would *gasp* fart. Dad had to outlaw intentional farting at the table for a few years because it got out of hand. And for Father's Day this year, The Fart Blaster 3000 (with Boombox Technology) was gifted. While I was at home last week, we had WAY too much fun with it.
Then there were the evenings when my brother would successfully attempt to ignite his gas expulsions...in the living room. These were normal, watching-tv-and-resting-after-long-day evenings.
That said, I must admit I am fairly dainty in my everyday interaction with friends (though I am proud of the odd 10 point belch). More than twice I have shocked a friend with my antics and offhand remark. Thankfully, for the most part, I've learned to feel out a situation and determine when, where and with whom those comments are somewhat alright to mention. Ha!
But yesterday....ahhh....we had an 10hour rehearsal. After practicing the "fight" scene in which I am thrown across the stage, the actress who throws me approached and asked if I'd seen Dumb and Dumber. When I replied that I had, she told me that after I'm thrown and lay in a crumpled heap, it reminds her of the petrol station toilet stall scene when Jim Carrey sits and sucks his thumb, "Happy place...happy place..." while huddling in the corner.
Now, when I'm asked whether or not I've seen this movie, I usually don't admit that I actually LOVE it. However, yesterday, I did. Much to my joy, my friend admitted to loving it as well! Not only that, but she actually admitted to loving the OTHER toilet scene. It's a classic. Mainly because I always recall how hard my Pa laughed when he first saw it. Tears rolled down his face.
Well. I guess that's about it. Just so you know.

Copy of Heather's Wedding Site

HOW WE MET
All of their friends breathed a unanimous sigh of relief when David and Heather recently and slyly announced their engagement. The prospect of further delay on the road to wedded bliss was simply not to be borne. The happy couple may upset the cynics among us as they are indeed a perfect match. At the same time they do give credence to the adage 'opposites attract' and their differences are perfectly matched. Although they attended the same churches for most of their lives they did not officially meet until their freshman year of college. David was immediately enamored with Heather's beauty, intelligence and compassion and set out to woo her with romance and chivalry. Although his first attempt, a simple 'Want to go out sometime', fell short of his grander schemes he soon made up for the rough start, as he became her knight in shining armor. He pursued her with flowers, sweet words and with humble service whenever she needed his help and so he won her heart. When David finally proposed in his rented tux and with his resume' in hand Heather assented and David became the world's luckiest man. Heather will be finishing her degree in Health Sciences after the wedding while David continues to improve the fitness of the average citizen in Boise one workout machine at a time. They will also continue to look for ways to better serve God as a couple and find an outlet for their mutual desire for ministry.

The Wedding

Aaahhh! Don't we all just love a good wedding? I've found them to be particularly enjoyable lately, as many of my good friends have gotten,' or are gettin,' hitched.
My navy and mint green invitation arrived in Dunedin with an American 37 cent stamp. David and Heather were to be declared "man and wife" on 2 September 2005 at 4:30pm. I was blessed to be involved in the wedding ceremony as Heather's "Maid of International Honor."
Here's a pic of Heather's dress. She looked absolutely gorgeous, but unfortunately, I didn't get many pics in all the hustle and bustle of pre-/post-ceremony happenings.
The wedding was held at Boise's botanical gardens. This is the fountain (though not on for the ceremony) that Dave and Heather stood in front of. This pic is taken from approximately where I stood - to give you perspective. The groomsmen were on the side where the shown couple are. Instead of coming down a middle isle, we walked down either side of the guests.
Beckoned forth from the gazebo at the rear of the guests by the melodic strains of a harp, the four bridal attendants came down the left side of the guests. We were matched in pace by the groomsmen who walked down the right side. And we were all peeking at each other in attempts to reach our destination at approximately the same time. Mandi, behind me, whispered, "Slower, Liz. We don't want to loose the cripple." Joy, Heather's 15 yr old sister had badly sprained, and possibly fractured, her ankle the day before. She hobbled in line on crutches, firmly gripping her bouquet of periwinkle hydrangeas. Blessed child, she was relieved of the distracting pain caused by our gorgeous, but hideously uncomfortable, silver stilettos. There were points in the ceremony that I can only remember trying to shift my feet so as to allow circulation to continue and somehow lesson the pressure. Too much weight on the heel and you might topple over. Oh the fine art of wearing heels. However, I distinctly remember hoping it didn't look like I was peeing my pants as the sweat rolled down my legs; it must have been 97 F/36 C that day.
Friend Aislinn said you couldn't tell how badly our feet hurt - apparently we looked like four Tinkerbells - we floated into the scene, carrying ourselves effortlessly like fairies. And our profuse sweating didn't show, either. But those poor groomsmen in black suits (David wore a cream-coloured suit). When the best man escorted me away and we were walking along the path shown in the picture, I whispered, "I hope it didn't look like I peed myself...and my feet are killing me! I didn't want to look, but I was sure my feet were beet red." We had a good laugh over it all. He told me that, while he was partially shaded for the ceremony, the sun shone so intensely on his left foot that he was concerned for his toes. Dripping and desiring to burn the shoes, I still had to run and deliver the bridal bouquet to Heather, who had forgotten to grab it from me before she and David went off to have more pictures taken after wedding. Hallelujah for jandals!
When Heather entered with her father, I felt a little lump in my throat. I mumbled to Mandi that I thought I was going to cry but she dreamily told me I wasn't (this was our first wedding involvement, except for my 9yr old flowergirl experience and Mandi's own wedding!). Of course, while David and Heather exchanged vows and Heather teared up, I was proud of my composure before hearing sniffles from Mandi.
David's father officiated. He said something that struck me. I knew it was going to happen, but I'm glad he verbalized it so clearly.

"From now on, when we come to Heather, there's going to be a little less of her for friends because it's now for David."

And the same was said of David. Part of me was really sad, I'll admit. Heather and I spent so much time together last year, it was precious. We'll always have those memories and there are more to make, but now, instead of David being in the shadow of the memories, he'll be forefront. It's just going to be different.
...back to the ceremony: there's weren't any major wedding blunders. A small breeze sent David's dad's notes flying out of his Bible a couple times, but it wasn't a big deal. I actually think he was more nervous than Heather and David. After a short message and the awesome vows that ended with, "In the power of Christ I will do these things," the declaration came.

Mr. and Mrs.!

And what a kiss. I had a pretty good view.
The reception was fantastic. The catering was amazing, Hawaiian. All sorts of cheesecake and punch, though I guzzled the bottled water. Thankfully the asymetric, one-shouldered mint green dresses we wore were lightweight numbers that let us cope well with the heat. I was glad I had pulled my hair up.
During the reception there were heaps of people that I wanted to talk to. I found out a friend had gotten married (surprise.), another friend has been playing professional baseball (even has his own baseball card!), and another currently has the number one non-official website in the world for the new Chronicles of Narnia movie!
The only truly sad part about this whole story is that I didn't get to say goodbye to Heather. We had a quick farewell over the phone as I was checking in for my flight to LAX on Sunday. But I definitely can't wait to spend some time with her when I get back...

flatties!

The newest flatmates are Nicole (far L) and Meade Danielle, aka "Hotstuff" and "Family" (middle).

Angela (polka dot headband), Claire (far R) and I pretty much think they're the bomb. Combined, that is. Or something.

I suppose I shouldn't speak for Anj and Claire, but I just love MD and Nicole. The Lord has really blessed me through them...

This pic was from a night out at the Robbie Burns, just after second semester began. I don't know about Anj and Claire (the three of us have been here since feb.), but I sure felt like an "old pro" - totally comfortable in Dunedin for the second semester. Our group was mostly comprised of new-to-the-scene international students. The excitement and anticipation of the next four months was just about oozing from their pores.

And I thought, I remember that.

Claire, Anj and I had just returned from Oz a few nights before. Claire and I had been discussing how we both felt it was the beginning of the end. But it was great to be reminded of how wonderful it is to be in a different country, even if it isn't so new. Praise God for newness, in all senses.

Time

...it's always getting away from me.
Take today for example.
I actually had a fantastic recovering-from-jetlag sleep last night and saw the 6 o'clock hour this morning (my favorite of the day, but I rarely see it).
I finished my spanish homework in a timely manner and headed off to uni for a full day of wise time-utilisation. Upon entering the classroom, I took my seat and, while retrieving books from my pack, had the horrific realisation that a seam on my trousers had split.
It was at that point that I remembered why I hadn't worn those trousers recently. When I was at home, I had the blessed opportunity of changing out some of my wardrobe for my remaining time in NZ. But I only left myself a few hours (there's that time theme again) to unpack/repack before leaving Idaho.

Oooh! Those trousers are great!
Why don't I wear them more often when I'm home?

Hmmm. Good thing I brought that sewing kit. There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven.
Anyway, the split seam meant that, instead of taking care of an errand in town and then studying until Abnormal Psychology at 3, I had to go home and change. Just a quick pop-home-then-head-out. Right.
So, here I sit. Tengo diez minutos a almorzar.
At least I know what I'm making for dinner tonight.
And the seam is stitched up.

Confession Time

• I had to use a website that explained rugby terms to write the last post...terribly, I might add :o)
• My head is reeling
• My sleep last night was on a 747-boeing
• I have been on four flights in the past 24 hours
• I went to two classes this morning after arriving at my flat at 9am
• I may have led some readers astray with my heartbreaking comment about being a part of a friend's wedding...
• I was "maid of international honor" in David and Heather's wedding, 2 Sept 05
• ...in person :o)
• I have been in Idaho, USA for mid-semester break

It was wonderful to see those of you that I did, and I can't wait to see the rest of you after December!!!