I usually write a blog after I have put up some new pictures onto my site, but since that is taking way too long I have decided to go ahead and get something interesting written down. Since you know that it’s very important to write your thoughts down, else they get stuck in the sleepy part of the brain and causes you to have interesting dreams. If you eat cheese it has a similar effect, but it creates cheesy thoughts that you wouldn’t think of on your own. But now if you decide to take a knife and slice yourself a generous helping of yellow moon, and think about the moon while eating it… Well then, that’s how you come up with a good science fiction series… like Lost for example. At least they made some money off whosever dream THAT was.
Right onto something more serious, real life, and the meaning thereof. Quite a lot has happened since Skye… well we would hope so, since it’s been over a month now I think! One major event was moving from our flat in Morningside to our new place in Leith near Trinity… I think the area is actually called Goldenacre. We were all very happy to move! For various reasons, none of them bad, just a change was definitely required. Ok, quick run down of the new place includes a kitchen, bathroom, two storage rooms, two double bed bedrooms, and a fireplace. I make special mention of the fire in the living room since it’s the only heating device in the house… except for the heavenly blow heater in the bathroom that warms your feet in the morning while you sit on the toilet waiting for the shower to warm up. Sometimes details are important, but perhaps not in that case, but deleting the last sentence means I have to reword this one, and I’m just not up for all the effort, so I continue to list the household items including the microwaving machiney, the washing/creasing machine, the anti-creasing ioning object behind the two couches in front of the tv next to the vigin tv boxy under the wii game thingie and a bunch of wires that join everythingy togethery. All in all, it’s a very cool homey.
Frenzy 2007, you might have heard of it, but I’m 145% sure that you haven’t, which is the percentage of Pork in one of those sausage sticks you get at petrol stations… I kid you not! The packaging stated that there is 145% pork in the product. Ok, I will resist the urge to go into that, and continue, or rather start telling you about the concert called Frenzy 2007. This is a must for anyone who is in Edinburgh! Bands such as Newsboys, Chris Tomlin, Casting Crowns, Starfield, Andy Hunter, Leeland… umm… and few others I can’t think of right now also performed. It lasted the whole afternoon and evening. Sue and Neil joined me for this one, and I think they also thoroughly enjoyed it! There is nothing like worshiping our God with thousands of others. And not just crazy teenagers, which there were many of, but young and slightly older. (hehe, I think the older generation were seated towards the back). That was a definite highlight of my trip, along with all the others of course… went to Aberdeen since Skye as well, we had an outreach, which was great and all, but I found it quite difficult to speak to people… especially on the street… I mean I’m a Christian, and even I don’t want to be bothered on my way from one place to another. But we met the church over there and enjoyed a barbeque (dis n BRAAI vir al julle Suid Afrikaners! – and for us normal English speaking South Africans hehe :)), so it was very much worth it, and I got to see Aberdeen!
Next on my list of things to ramble on about, is our trip to Arbroath, pronounced (a broath). What a wonderful weekend! It’s a place close to Dundee, and I went with my church on what they call a church camp. I found this funny since we all stayed in a big house. But the word camp does sound like more fun, so I see their point. On the way up, three of us boys were squeezed on the back seat of a small… umm… red car… which was fun since we were guided by the famous Tom Tom (Famous in the UK that is). Tom Tom, is usually a girl, and she gives clear commands such as “After 800 meters cross the rotary to the second exit” or something along those lines… we couldn’t here her half the time, and we thought that a cool surfer dude should rather be the voice of such a road navigating device. An example of a command would be: “Yo dude… you missed the turn back there, but hey… take a breath, chill out… it’s all cool man, just take the nex… aaah man, missed that one too, no worries…” Hehe… you have to read it in a surfer voice ok! After arriving in Arbroath, the tom tom, as well as the three of us, were out of breath. The tom tom… well… she was working hard telling us to take one million lefts, and as for us, we had been seeing who could hold their breath the longest, Justin won… by the way Mark, did the hiccups go away after all that?
The first night in the creepy house we played cards. I guess you would rather say Creaky than Creepy since there was even a rule against moving fast up and down the antique wooden stairs, if I’m not mistaken the speed limit was 1. That’s one step per creak! The cards were fun, we played 5#17 head, otherwise known as threes (family name). The game lasted till the early hours of the morning, and by then the sleeping bag felt heavenly! But in the morning it turned on me and held a knife to my throat threatening that getting up would not be a good idea! Since I had watched quite a bit of the 24 series the week before I knew that I could handle this and used my phones alarm to momentarily stun the sleeping bag as I leapt from the top of the bunk bead, landing and rolling to break my fall. Some creativity was used in the making of that sentence, and no sleeping bag or nokia 3200 was harmed in the escape.
The morning meetings were great, but I don’t have it in me to write for much longer so I’m going to skip right passed the actual meetings and move on to the afternoon activities (I might throw in that I played my guitar during worship, yay!). The North Sea is a cold bit of salty water near Scotland, and we sort of dared ourselves to go swimming in it, I for one think that it was the little Lorna that made us all go, and hear I will use the only word that can almost sum up the experience. Baaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrriiriririrrrirrrrrr. My spell checker even thinks so, since there is a very jagged line below it! I managed to go under, and managed to get out of the insanely cold water just as quickly, and shivered all the way home. I told everyone how stupid we were, and then decided to go in again the next day. Of course the weather was perfect, rainy cold, overcast… you know the sort of weather you pray for… hehe… luckily God has a sense of humour! The reason we went in the following day was because Lisa and Bobby were getting baptised! Quite something to be baptised in the North Sea, I must say! Congratulation to you Lisa! You are one brave girl!
Saturday night was also spent playing threes (that card game remember?) and ended off with shooting chocolate balls (like whispers) out of our mouths and trying to catch them again, suffice to say there were some sticky floors and shoes the next day, suffice to say some people didn’t catch the chocolate whisper on the way down, suffice to say I need more practice!
I didn’t quite go in chronological order there, from Friday to Saturday, to Sunday, and back to Saturday night… but it doesn’t matter, I’m now very tired and need to get some sleep in my wonderful double bed! The days are going to be getting shorter now… but the sun still sets at 10pm and rises at 4:20am, so tomorrow I must keep my Jack Bower phone handy to make sure my dovouet doesn’t get clever by forcing me to stay in bed until I spell his name correctly. I’m calling him blankey from now on! That just made me think of something, so I better right this down else I might have a bad dream (please see paragraph one incase you have stumbled upon this paragraph while googling “bad dream”, if you have… well I’m impressed… hehe) – Right the thought is that I have always been able to spell corrections since we were forced to write out all the words we spelt incorrectly about twenty times in this little floppy A6 notebook with the heading Corrections… aaahh… good old days! Now to bed, but first lets make a trip to the kitchen and enjoy a generous slice of cheese while I ponder life’s mysteries and why if you zoom in close enough on
Google Moon it looks very much like cheese!