Fire! Superpowers!

So I haven't actually written in a long time, but I was complemented on my blog so I felt super good about myself so I figure I'd pick the pace back up.

Today I learned something, like any other day I tend to have. I learned that sometimes when I get ideas, my excitement overpowers my common sense. Something compelled me to go to Bulk Barn today to start getting things ready for Cameron's birthday. I figure the day has got to be super special, seeing as its his last birthday that he'll have in town (He can't have birthdays in Edmonton actually, I just decided after reading that last sentence). Seeing as it has to be super special, I decided to let him pick the style of cake he wanted. You know, I really like that he's a total kid at heart, however my wallet is probally not going to enjoy it after I buy all the necessary materials for his.... three tiered firefighter cake. It totally seemed like a good idea at the time too. I just feel bad kinda, I already ruined his birthday a bit with my total impatience...



GUESS WHAT I BOUGHT TODAY??????1//1/?!//1/!/1/!??!!?



See the thing is, when I get really excited about something, I make like a puppydog and just get all in your face about it...Therefore, I have already spoiled him with most of the gifts he is getting for his birthday, which makes me feel bad. Its totally not his fault I'm a compulsive shopper on my payday. I feel like this cake will make up for that,      if if if if if it ends up working.

Anyway, a lot of people have been asking me lately where the whole 'Superman' thing came from. I tend to hear it a lot. The comments start with : "Why does she call herself that? Is it cause she likes to 'Superman'? ;)" and "Uhhhh aren't you a girl? shouldn't it be superwoman?"

 First of all, what does that even mean? "Is it cause she likes to 'Superman'? ;)" P-pardon? Every time I've heard this, it's been in a negative connotation. I suppose this must imply something inappropriate, or derogatory or something. But really, "Is it cause she likes to 'fly around saving the day and being the ultimate most well known superhero'? ;)" Rebecca- 1, Haters- 0. Am I living under some sort of rock where I don't know or understand the term "Superman" in some sort of sexual or demeaning way? If I am, please do inform me. Other than the ghetto faboulous Soulja Boy song, I've never heard the term 'Superman' used in any other connotation. Anyway, the name Superman came from a leadership conference I attended in May 2009 called CLAY. :) (Which is in less than a month by the way hoo-rah!) put on by McMaster University. The conference was superhero themed, and conveniently, I stumbled upon one of those muscle suits with a cape attached. Without really asking, I picked it up and put it on for the whole conference. Not a single person knew me by name, but ask anyone who went to that conference who 'Superman' was and they'd know me.

In other news, I got to play Ukulele at Church for the whole congregation on Sunday during mass! :) Super happy about that, therefore bible passage of the post sort of goes hand in hand with that:

Psalms 98:

Shout joyfully to the LORD, all the earth;        

 Break forth and sing for joy and sing praises. Sing praises to the LORD with the lyre,
         With the lyre and the sound of melody. With trumpets and the sound of the horn
         Shout joyfully before the King, the LORD. Let the sea roar and all it contains,
         The world and those who dwell in it. Let the rivers clap their hands,
         Let the mountains sing together for joy . Before the LORD, for He is coming to judge the earth;
         He will judge the world with righteousness
         And the peoples with equity.

Hurray ! :)

 





P

Well. T'was an uneventful day to say the least. I mean, sure I learned a lot, but I didn't do much today. I went to the dentist with Simon in the middle of the day, which was alright. I'm not one of those people who despises going to the dentist, and I don't really understand why people get all freakish about the dentist either. I don't know if I'm lucky per say to have never had an issue with my dentist. Maybe its because my dentist doesn't look like this scary ass guy.



Cleanin yo' teeth and shit.

I'm sorry. Is this real? Do people out there actually do this? Forget pedophiles/rapists/clowns. This is like. The epitome of freaky people. I feel like this guy feels like he needs to jazz up his life in every way possible. Ontop of that, by that vengeful look in his beady eyes I feel like he'd also be the kind of guy to be pissed if his hygenists werent wearing the same stupid facemasks.

On Fridays we wear crazy ties, don't *#$^ing make me tell you again.

On a bit of a lighter note, I would like to make mention to Cam's stupid special moment of the day. This moment is brought to you by the letter P for password. Well, Cam thought he'd be funny the other night and change my password to "Rebecca Smells" to log into my laptop, and after a while of struggling, I finally got on. It was pretty funny I admit, and I got a laugh out of it, however, today was not so amusing, as he changed the password, but forgot what he changed it to!



This doesn't make any sense. That's why I chose it



Oh well. At least 'tis fixed. He's still cute and such, and I still love him anyway :) Also brought to you by the letter P is Paige Smitiuch. I miss her, and I felt you should know.

My photos are really taking forever to load, and I'm working on it!

xoxo

Rebecca

Awkward

Before going to bed, I was a little skeptical about the whole snow-day idea for today. No snow had really hit the ground before I went to bed- and I didn’t even go to bed that early. Needless to say I’m rather pleased that it was here when I woke up, and that my pillow vibrated at 6:09

“School called, everything’s closed. Sleeeeeeeeeeeep<3”

At first I thought it was some sort of joke, I hadn’t realized the amount of snow that had fallen overnight...and also it would have been a stupidly cruel joke. According to the Canadian metric, in those short hours we experienced some heavy snowfall. ( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fMjbsVjErGI ). I’ve really only been tobogganing once this winter unfortunately, I guess I’ll catch up on that today, considering Simon is home from school as well. I was going to go outside and do Mom a favour by shovelling the snow, but it appears as if my new neighbours have done some of it for us, which is awesome, but borderline surprising, because I think they think I’m crazy. I sort of do this thing when I’m waiting for Cam to come pick me up, where I get all ready, and then watch the window to see if he turns the bend so I can come outside so that he doesn’t have to park the car and come get me. Normal enough I presume, however, when Cam drives like Granny Garbonzo, there are times when I’m waiting at the door for 10 to 15 minutes at a time. So I start with a little head tilt, but eventually my eyes just glaze over and I mean I’ve never actually looked at myself while I’m doing it, but I figure it looks something like this...

"Hurry up Cam, the movies starting in 10 minutes!"

I kid you not though, once I snap out of this animal like phase, my next door neighbour- mind you, he only moved in about a month ago- is always always always there! I almost feel bad. It probally looks like I belong in some sort of an insane asylum. Oh well.

Something cool I did today, I caught up with an old friend. The thing about catching up with old friends I find, is that sometimes it can get super awkward... kind of like this



Yeah... How about them Blue Jays....

The fact that we sort of had a history together sort of adds as a catalyst-for-awkward in a situation like that. I'm pleased that it wasn't awkward. Well I mean who wouldnt be, but regardless it was actually really really nice. In all honesty, I'm surprised I didn't inflict any sort of awkward...maybe I did...Ooh. This is awkward...


If I do anything cool today, I will write again.
I might do something cool today, I'll write later.
Maybe I'll post something later
I'll post by the end of the day.

1 Timothy 4:8
I super like this one because Cam has it tattoo'ed on his deltoid shoulder.
I need to stop doing that stupid kinesiology workbook.

<Still looking for some sort of signoff>
Rebecca



Seed.

I called this blog post "seed" because I figured that this has to start somewhere. You never know with the life of a seed. Some grow to be super pretty flowers, some get eaten by birds, and you know, others are just thrown out the window and turn into giant friggan beanstalks. I don't really know where I'm going with this blog, similarily to the seed.

I don't really know what to say about myself.

Ok. Thats a lie, I do.

Over time I've sort of developed a kind of set script. Its sort of organized by the things that people seem to be most interested in about me.

A little bit about myself?

Well, I'm a second degree black belt in Taekwondo,

 I own a hedgehog,

I like to take pictures

 and I play the Ukulele

I rarely gets past those things without being stopped, and pestered further about 'em. Which I'm okay with of course, cause I'm really passionate about them. Thats why I get super excited when people push further to get to know me. I think thats part of the reason I fell in love with my boyfriend, really.That's what really drew me to him, he always has, and always will want to know more.

We had been rather decent friends all through high school. I used to date a guy he played hockey with in the ninth grade, and after recieving a 16 game suspension for punching a referee in the face, I knew this was the kind of guy I was going to become friends with. 4 years and close to 150 chess games later, the two of us are inseperable, and theres nothing in the world I would change about that. I guess if you got to know me a little more, you would learn that I've become obsessive about chess within the past 3 months. After going to a rockshow at the Roxxy in Acton with Cam, we stumbled upon a little chess set in a cozy cafe. I ...humbly... proclaimed that I was a 'freaking chessmaster' and that he would be 'utterly stupid' if he thought he stood a chance against me in a game of chess. So he won the first match.

first few matches.

I let him off easy. My mom told me some old proverb of sorts that you truly become a master at something once you've practiced for 10,000 hours. I'm pretty sure if you work it out, Cam's pretty close at becoming a master. That's something I learned about him too. Once he becomes passionate about something, he doesn't let it go. I admire it. A lot.

Bible verse of the blog.

Luke 8:4-15

Because it's totally appropriate.

I'll post soon or something like that.

-Rebecca