Sorry I haven't written much in almost two months. I've been horribly busy with school and whatnot, but I wrote this poem [or song lyrics, as that's how it came to me] and I wanted to share it. Ok, this was just an off the top of my head-type-deal. I just wrote it right here right now, no stops. Tell me what you think:

Lead Me On

All my life there's an empty space
Of something that i've tried to fill
With everything that I could grab on to
Every instance filled with disappointment
It's just this 'fly in the ointment'
I felt fulfilled for just a moment
Then I was empty again

You know i've been chomping at the bit
Just trying to ignore You
Insisting that nothing could get through
I couldn't see that the void I carried
And tried to pile up with everything
Was only made to fit You in

I've been blind
Hard and ignorant and lonely
Self-righteous and unthankful
I don't know how You could have forgiven me
But You did
And the blunt and honest truth is
That the best thing for me is
To just let You lead me on
Follow Your lead
Lead me on

I have my doubts
How can I believe that which I cannot see?
I have more ears than mouths
More reason to listen
More reason to feel and have faith
More reason more than anything
To live just as You would want me to
I really can't deny that it's true

Time comes and I begin to see
All that You have done for me
I don't know how I could have passed You by
And the blunt and honest truth is
You're impossible to ignore
You're everywhere, in everything
You're life and love and more

So lead me on.

Kaman Maxwell - 01 Feburary 2007

So that's it, y'all. Hopin' you liked it. See you next time.

His,

Kaman

I was browsing about a forum on Facebook when I found this little story. It's a good story, and if you have read it before, then good on ya. If you haven't, please indulge:

The university professor challenged his students with this question. Did God create everything that exists?
A student bravely replied yes, he did!"
"God created everything?" The professor asked.
"Yes, sir," the student replied.

The professor answered, "If God created everything, then God created evil since evil exists, and according to the principal that our works define who we are then God is evil."
The student became quiet before such an answer.


The professor was quite pleased with himself and boasted to the students that he had proven once more that the Christian faith was a myth.


Another student raised his hand and said, "Can I ask you a question professor?" "Of course", replied the professor. The student stood up and asked, "Professor, does cold exist?"


"What kind of question is this? Of course it exists. Have you never been cold?" The students snickered at the young man's question.


The young man replied, "In fact sir, cold does not exist. According to the laws of physics, what we consider cold is in reality the absence of heat. Everybody and every object is susceptible to study when it has or transmits energy, and heat is what makes a body or matter have or transmit energy. Absolute zero (- 460 degrees F) is the total absence of heat; all matter becomes inert and incapable of reaction at that temperature. Cold does not exist. We have created this word to describe how we feel if we have too little heat.


The student continued. "Professor, does darkness exist?"

The professor responded, "Of course it does".

The student replied, "Once again you are wrong sir, darkness does not exist either. Darkness is in reality the absence of light. Light we can study, but not darkness. In fact we can use Newton's prism to break white light into many colors and study the various wavelengths of each color. You cannot measure darkness. A simple ray of light can break into a world of darkness and illuminate it. How can you know how dark a certain space is? You measure the amount of light present. Isn't this correct? Darkness is a term used by man to describe what happens when there is no light present."

Finally the young man asked the professor. "Sir, does evil exist?"

Now uncertain, the professor responded, "Of course as I have already said. We see it every day. It is in the daily example of man's inhumanity to man. It is in the multitude of crime and violence everywhere in the world. "These manifestations are nothing else but evil."

To this the student replied, "Evil does not exist sir, or at least it does not exist unto itself. Evil is simply the absence of God. It is just like darkness and cold, a word that man has created to describe the absence of God. God did not create evil. Evil is not like faith, or love, that exist just as does light and heat. Evil is the result of what happens when man does not have God's love present in his heart. It's like the cold that comes when there is no heat or the darkness that comes when there is no light."

The professor sat down.

 

-----Hope y'all enjoyed it!

In Christ,

Kaman

Yesterday was a long day, let me tell you.

From 7am to 7pm, I got virtually nothing achieved outside of quickly taking out garbage, pre-making bottles of formula, showering, and eating an english muffin. I assure you, this was not out of laziness. I was occupied - very occupied - by a child, namely my daughter, who slept no more than a total of 45 minutes in that twelve hour time frame. And yet, she didn't act like she was overtired, even though I knew she was. The reason for this was that I kept her entertained. I kept my undivided attention on her, trying many times to feed her in the evening and send her off to sleep for the night. She wouldn't have it. No, she wanted to play. So play we did. Let me remind you that I hadn't eaten since about 7:30 am. This doesn't help my patience, and at about 6pm, it was really starting to wear thin. I was starting to get frustrated. At some point, I can't remember when [or maybe it was on all day?], I had turned on the radio, setting the tuner to a local christian station out of Seattle. This is the time of year that they play christmas music amidst all their regular fare. I suppose that had something to do with keeping my sanity in check. This 'being a parent' circus takes some getting used to. It's only been five months, but I can say with confidence that I was completely out of sorts at the beginning. Though it is still very much a test of what used to be seen as my having boundless patience, I'm considerably less frazzled than before. Well, anyhow, at about 6:45, she finally settled down and took to her evening eating, and was dead to the world by 7pm. She slept for twelve hours. Very nice.

Now, don't get me wrong. I'm not at all complaining about how my day transpired. I think yesterday was the best day I've had in a long, long time. There are reasons, i'm sure that someone might think me crazy for saying that what i've described to you was a 'really good day'. Here's why:

 

 1. It was gratifying. I felt a huge sense of accomplishment at not letting myself get distracted, at not getting out of hand in my frustration, and seeing it through to the goal: getting her to sleep for the night. It felt good to really, really love her.

2. Clara slept twelve hours! T-W-E-L-V-E  hours last night. As a result, I slept pretty darn well myself.

3. This is the main reason behind the post, the title, and all that jazz. Six p.m. was the high point of my frustration. I was sitting there, more or less, going through the motions in playing with my daughter. On the radio, a song comes on, and let me tell you, I've always liked this song. It was "O Holy Night". I don't know who was singing it, but it made me cry, and at first, I could not tell why. Then I could see the beauty. It turned out to be such a fulfilling beauty. It struck me, the magnificent, and undeniably glorious beauty of God that shines so bright was deeply impressed on my heart at that time, through such a timeless song. It put my day in perspective, it made everything that I wanted the day to be seem like nothing. It made my designs so inconsequential. So meaningless. The day I'd had, the simplicity and focus of it, was where God wanted me to be. Just...there, and No. Where. Else. That feeling, it carried through to the morning. It's still there even now as I type this. It was so absolutely stunning. It made me realise just how self-absorbed I've been lately. How careless with everyone and everything else I have been.

If that's what it feels like to take the focus wholly away from yourself, then I want that all the time. It felt better than what happiness is supposedly supposed to feel like. It felt better than getting what I want. It felt better than a shower after sleeping through a sweaty, hot summer night. It just felt really, really, really super good.

It felt DELICIOUS.

Yum.

In Christ,

Kaman

It's snowing. In Victoria. While that's something that happens at least once a year for a few hours, the snow this time is a tad out-of-place. Snow in Victoria is rare, but it just doesn't happen in November...until now. When I woke up this morning, it sort of looked like it was raining and snowing at the same time. The concrete was wet from rain, so the snow wasn't sticking. But it kept snowing, and snowing, and snowing. Sometime while I was in church, it started to stick. The ground temperature dropped enough that it could. I'm known to say that I have no use for snow unless i'm on a mountain, or those occurences of snowball fights at one, two and three in the morning. I used to watch the Weather Network obsessively at the slightest mention of snow happening in Victoria.

As I sat in the sanctuary today, looking back to the foyer, through the big window to the outside, I could see the snow falling hard, covering everything in a pure, unblemished blanket of white. Pure. It made me think of that hymn, "Whiter Than Snow". How true. It's a newfound appreciation for this cold, white, fluffy stuff - how it inspires!

In Christ,

Kaman

It's raining here. Crazy raining. This weather would depress most people, but I'm taking it in stride. Try to see the good side of everything, y'know? Without the rain, the vegetation would die out. Without the rain, our reservoirs would dry up. Without the downpour of the heavens, this earth would slowly become a crust.  The rain, like the pouring out of God's love, nourishes.

There's something about a light rain that's so refreshing. Going out for a walk, without an umbrella, droplets resting gently in my hair. There's something about a light rain that's so refreshing, like a soft whisper of God's voice, carrying us along.

There's something about a torrential downpour. There's a strength to it, y'know? It can soak you to the bone in an instant, sometime you could even wash your hair in it [I've seen this done...]. It has a rhythm, you can dance in it, paying no heed to what others may think of your sanity. There's something about a downpour, like saving grace, soaking us all.

Each drop from the sky is an inspiration. Every prayer is heard. There's something about the rain, that reminds me of God's word.

In Christ,

Kaman

BC Lions WON the Grey Cup yesterday, 25-14. HA!

So, uhmmm....

I'm sitting here at my sister's place, watching my sister's brat. My niece, Jamie, is a little cutie. Yes, i'm really watching her. She's watching "Play With Me- Sesame"...On Treehouse. Clara's waking up after a nap, and I'm waiting for my brother-in-law or my sister to get home. Speaking of those two...

They aren't married. But that's not what I'm going to talk about. They live together, but that's not what I'm going to talk about. What I'm talking about here is how they talk to each other. It's so very rude, and I'm sorry, Crystal, Justin, but you should try to have a little more respect, and tolerance, acceptance of each other, because otherwise, your lovely bratling is going to catch on. I'm not condemning, and I understand it's hard to take things with a grain of salt when it's easier to just be bitter about it. How can any of us learn what love is when there is no good example from our parents? Really, that's where we first learn from. It's taken me many years to start to learn what it really is, because I didn't have the greatest of examples, but I forgive my parents, they did the best they could, they did only as they knew how to do. Please understand that everything you do, your child sees it, hears it, and is very, very, undeniably curious. We all learn from example. Kinda scary, I know. But...That's the way things are. Let it be known that I do pray for you.

I've been wanting to play DDR lately. Normally, that would mean that i'd have to go to the arcade, but I can always mosey on down to the movie theatre a short walk from my place, because they have the game there. It's just a matter of ceasing to be so lazy and unmotivated to get myself out the door. Well, seeing as I'm going to a movie downtown tonight, and the arcade is next door..well, I may be able to drop in for a little bit and play.

I've been thinking a lot about the blessings in my life. God is so very gracious, I'm so very thankful, and the thought of a life without the Lord..even worse, the thought of a world devoid of the presence of God is a very frightening thing I'd care not to dwell on. So, I'm just not going to. Thanksgiving, as it approaches for those of you in the 'States, is not the only time of year to give thanks and think on your blessings. Do it often. :)

In Christ,

Kaman

I'm sitting here looking at this cute little doll my parents gave to me this past week. It's a Kokeshi doll [of modern design], and my mother especially knows I love things like this. If I'm at the computer, it sits on the desk next to me. If i'm at my desk in my room, it's there with me. Sort of a little thing that cheers me up, because the doll always looks content. My favourite cuisine [of all the things  I like to eat, and I'm not terribly picky] is japanese. Sushi, or whatever. It doesn't make me feel overloaded or stuffed. It's satisfying. It's light, easy on the stomach. I like manga, and anime, and all that stuff. I suppose you could say I'm a nerd for the culture.

Ok, so, about today...

The Grey Cup is today, in The Peg [Winnipeg, Manitoba]. For those of you who know enough about the CFL, that's the canadian football equivalent of the NFL's Superbowl. My team, the B.C. Lions, are in the Grey Cup game, against the Montreal Alouettes. I sure do hope they win! GO LIONS! [The only sport I get truly thrilled about is Formula 1 , but hey, I have my teams in most other sports. Like hockey, for example - That's the Vancouver Canucks, and for baseball, it's always been the Toronto Blue Jays.] But yes, from the time I am writing this now, the Grey Cup game is on in less than half an hour! Four hours of football. Squee!

So, I was in church today, and Pastor Calvin [the youth pastor] annouced that he had received ten tickets to an advance screening of The Nativity Story, a film about, well, the nativity story. It doesn't really hit theatres until December 1st, so for those of you who plan on seeing the movie, I promise I won't go and ruin it for you. Really, honest. I'm that nice. But yeah, I got an admit two pass, so I'm going with my sister. It's exam week so she only has an exam tomorrow [hooray for short school days!]. Maybe grab a nibble before the show.

The weather is shifting between somewhat nice, and utterly dull. I'm listening to a classical radio station based out of Seattle. It's one of a select few radio stations I listen to these days [Those 'select few' consist pretty much of classical, christian, and national radio.]

Oh my! Clara's awake, the game's on in ten minutes, the kettle is boiling, and I feel the need for something to munch on. Ciao!

In Christ,

Kaman

Yes. I said flake. I'm totally going to flake!

 Today I received the list of addresses for a christmas card exchange I'm involved in. Eeeee! *insert unnecessary high-pitched squeal that I wouldn't be caught dead or alive exuding*. The prospect sending and receiving mail that isn't junk mail or a cellphone bill through the physical postal system of the real world again is almost more than I can take. Almost. But really, i'm such a sucker for snail mail. I love the anticipation. I'm going to start writing letters again, a wonderful agreement with a dear friend. Thank you so much, you know who you are! You have no idea how much I really enjoy letter-writing..something that seems to have become a lost art. Yes, the anticipation. Knowing that I have mail coming, but not knowing when it'll arrive. It's a pleasant thing to look forward to. There's a certain something about letters that email lacks. For one, the investment of time and thought - I noticed I spend much more time thinking on what I'm writing when it's on paper. Another thing is the handwriting - It's another person's handwriting. It's just that personal touch. No two people have identical handwriting, as far as I know. And those people that type their letters? Pssh. If you're going to type your letters, just stick to email, lol.

I wrote a lot of letters in high school, and I had a penchant for writing at least three pages, often six pages, and sometimes more. I held no expectation to my friends to write as much. I was simply happy to have them write back, no matter how much or how little was written. It's the feeling of receiving personal mail. It's special.  Well, eventually, my friends became dependant on email. Such is life, I suppose. But the letter writing seemed to bring a bit of joy to my days that has since been lacking.

I'm more than happy to recommend letter writing to those of you who don't do it, or never have. I really do think it's worth the time spent.

In Christ,

Kaman

Today is a day of rememberance - Rememberance Day [Veteran's Day for y'all south of the border in the 'states.] A specifically designated day to remember those who died for our freedom. The ones who, at the end of the day, lay strewn about the war-torn battlegrounds, uttering breath no more. Such is the pride paid, even today, for freedom. Such is the price that has been paid, even in the time of Christ. He too, paid for our freedom. It is a price that would be seen as too great in our watered-down, genteel world.  There are few that would die for others. There are many, very many, that woud rather save themselves. Would I save myself?

Would I, even if I could..would I save myself? If it was a sacrifice of another's life to save myself, it would deny their freedom, I don't think I would. Even now, I can't be sure. I would have to be confronted with that to know for sure. I am most thankful that He made that sacrifice. That Christ died, that the Lord God Almighty gave his one and only son. Whenever I start to think too great of myself, that fact is a much-humbling reminder. I really don't know if I could give myself up, and I definetly would have quite a hard time giving up my own child. But on matters of eternity, what really, really matters in the end? This life doesn't matter, all things are loss [as Paul would say] compared to knowing Christ and his sacrifice. What matters? The whole and unabashed acceptance of that saving grace.

Sure, today is Rememberance Day. But not a day goes by that I forget the sacrifice.

The sacrifice makes me CROSS-eyed.

-Kaman

P.S. - November 12th [tomorrow] is the International Day of Prayer for the Persecuted Church!

I've got a little something, freshly written. Sometimes inspiration comes out of the most unexpected places, but I'm grateful for the inspirations I get. Glory to God, My God. My Life my ALL.  This one's for You.

 

You Are My Life

Oh Lord, You are my vision

You know you have my heart

I know now wherever I am in this life

You're not very far

 

I take things harder than I should

But You carry me through the pain

It's because of you, my Sweetest Jesus

I'll never be the same

 

Your thunder, it rumbles through the sky

And serves as a reminder

That You are my life

 

I've trembled on the ground

My knees too weak to stand

I've ignored You before

Denied Your loving hand

 

It did me no god

To live in myself

These days I know it's all about You

About You above all else

 

Your thunder, it rumbles through the sky

And shakes me to the core

Whatever it was I've put before you

I want it no more.

                                                                                             Kaman Maxwell - 10 November 2006

This year is almost over. Wow. I think it's gone by a tidbit too fast for my liking, but it is what it is, and such as that is, I can't complain. This past year has most definetly been the "mountains and valleys" rollercoaster, and at certain points, I held within me a great deal of grief, regret, hatred, condemnation, viciousness, and all those nasty little things of the like.

On the flip side, this has been a time of growth, bit-by-bit, and to me, it seems tremendous. One could say circumstances forced me to change for good.  I would say God really, truly got my attention, whole and undivided. He has been changing my eyes, my mind and my heart in the most wonderful of ways, and coaxing the kindling in my soul into a great fire. Though it has much time until it is strong and roaring, and most of the time I am still very weak, I reach for it. I thirst for my God.  

I can't begin to describe to you how this feels, dearest reader. 

It's the ultimate of the warm n' fuzzies, the depths of humility, the intensity of brokenness. I see that I have been given so much, even the simplest of things. The blessings that I at first could not see become clearer all the time. Everything has balanced out slowly. And I can't say I'm a complete work. I am very much a work-in-progress, imperfection to the maximum, giving Him all the glory and seeking the highest prize. Oh, how I long for eternity. This world is but a fading moment.

I am His,

 Kaman

I [and I mean we, being myself and my sister], were of great entertainment value on tonight's grocery shopping adventure. I don't know if it was something in the air or water or what, but the travels were largely filled with fits of laughter:

 - "Brains!" is the answer to "Do you know what you want?" at McDonalds. In fact, it seems that brains is the answer to many a thing, including my dear mother's wondering as to what she is forgetting. Tee hee.

- "Ommmmmm..." is the answer to "Do you know what you want to drink?"at Starbucks. It also makes the parental units tell you that if you don't make up your mind, you get chai.

-According to my darling sister, "Moka street is across the house from Starbucks in Cook Street Village." This is something you have to have a knowledge fo Cook Street Village here in Victoria to understand.

Ehh, It was more of a "You had to be there" type things. But still, much fits of laughter, and it was not caffiene-induced. The caffiene came after most of this. But all in all, one of the more entertaining grocery shopping trips.

In other news, I have bible study every friday morning. One of the women in my group is going with her husband and little girl to South Africa for a rather serious back surgery her husband is having. She has many concerns, and many of us are praying for her and the situation, that all goes well, that the Lord God guides the hands of the surgeons, and that her husband is healed well, among other things.

I myself am doing fairly well, I have some concerns, as always, but no time right now in which to type them out. Perhaps I will tell of them another time.

Ciao!

-Kaman

It's not easy, and I never expected it to be. Life isn't a walk in the park. Nor is it a picnic, a piece of cake, or child's play. No matter how much wishing I do, no matter how tightly I squeeze shut my eyes and plead for simplicity, the easy way through...It just doesn't come. This life wasn't made for us to coast on through. Nor was it made to be one big trial. How do we know which way to go? How do we ultimately know what's right? How, my God, how?

 Temptations abound, readily as we allow them, and just as readily when we resist. Why, don't you just give in to those desires, my friend? Why don't I? The resistance, the fight for what's good and what's right, is what's best for me. As Christians, we will be persecuted, we will face the fires, we will faces the stones. With God as witness, with Christ Jesus himself we will persevere. Without, we are indeed nothing.

I want so much for what God has for me. I want so much for that 'one'. I dream, I sigh, like most every other girl. I have been told many times that I have the patience of a saint, but yet, I feel so impatient. Many times already I have strayed, body and mind. Many times already I have returned, and it's all so hard. Not just anyone will do, but sometimes the tendancy is to think that it would be easier to settle for less than what is good. And while that would immediately satisfy, it only would cause more pain than anything else. The trail littered with hearts broken by man is not worth it. Being broken for God is worth it.

I'm not sure what i'm saying here. Maybe it's a string of thought with frayed ends, but maybe to you, reader, there might be something to see here. There is only one who knows. The Only One knows.

Seeking,

-Kaman

I just caught me some wild Pizza Pops. I dragged them to my cave, where I proceeded to butcher them as tidily as possible...unfortunately, they bled all over my plate.

Still tasted good, though.

Anyhow, back to the real world...

 I do apologise to my readers for not posting for somewhere around two months, but what with having a lovely baby daughter and the distractions of the mind that comes with it...well, I hope you'll understand. Her name is Clara, and she's a joy to have around, dirty diapers, spit-up, crying and general frustrations included. It's all worth my while, because it's such a blessing to have a child. It's very sad that some people don't see this, that all they see is inconvenience. You were children once too! Where is your joy now? If you say it is in money, I cannot see any true happiness in that. If you say it is in any worldy things, in pleasures of the flesh, I cannot see it...I can't. You may smile, but you're probably wondering inside.

The first few weeks were fine. She was generally quite agreeable. Then she started losing weight, which is something a baby should not be doing.   It was quite worrisome. There were many prayers for her, and she came out fine, after being in the hospital for a little more than a week. There was nothing seriously wrong. Just some reflux. A little ranitidine in the morning and at night, and a wedge for her crib so she sleeps comfortably, and everything is much, much better. Exponentially so.

During that week, I went to the Symphony Splash. Really fantastic summer event here in my city, and I wouldn't miss it if it can be helped. The Victoria Symphony plays out on a barge in the inner harbour, and there's fireworks and field guns [yes, these are called field guns, NOT cannons. There IS a difference. Not that I know what that is...] firing for the finale, which as a tradition every year, is the 1812 overture. The highlight for the kids in the crowd seemed to be a medley of tunes from Pirates of the Carribean. The highlights for me were my year and a half old niece beating on her mum, via nose pulling and beatings with a glowstick. "This is what they mean by child abuse." My sister said, with a small helping of sarcasm..I laughed at her misfortune. Schadenfraude, I believe it's called. Yep, the Germans are the only ones to have a word for such a thing. It's really quite amusing.

 I suppose that wasn't very nice of me, was it? Now, I challenge you to try to be in a hospital going squirrelly, and then judge me with the mood that it leaves you in. Tee hee. Sibling love is really quite something. You torture them endlessly, but you won't let anyone else so much as breath on them if it would cause them pain.

I know I must sound like I'm rambling, but this is my flow.

I am His,

Kaman

Tomorrow, I will be baptized! Three cheers for public affirmation!

 

 No really, I'm excited. How could I possibly think to keep the joy of Christ to myself?

 

I am His,

 Kaman

Last night was my turn to make dinner for the week, and I made ham calzones. Yes, after doing up that huge ham, there was a bunch of leftovers. So for the calzones, I made the dough AND the pizza sauce, as well as making extras because my sister is making chicken pizza on saturday. I started on the first batch of dough [which was being put away for saturday] at about 1:00 pm, and after that, I made the second batch of dough for last night, and while it was rising, I made the pizza sauce. I had to leave the tomato sauce to simmer for 25 minutes before it was ready to make into pizza sauce, and by the time I was ready to leave it to simmer, there was 25 minutes left on the timer for the dough to rise. Perfect! After all that was done, it was probably somewhere around 4:00 pm-ish, at which point, I finished with portioning out the ham I needed, and peeling and dicing the eight roma tomatoes that were required. I was done for at least an hour or so until everyone got home and I would have the mozzarella that was needed.

 

 All in all, dinner turned out quite well. It was a double recipe, so there would be enough for each of the four of us that are regularily home would have calzones for lunch the next day, which is today.  In addition to the entire afternoon I spent getting everything together for dinner, I also opted to make a mocha cake...Which I must say goes quite well with vanilla ice cream.

 

 And I really did enjoy doing all that work, because everyone was quite pleased. I thank the Lord for giving me the ability to cook well, and satisy the stomachs of others...[As well as my own, I might add!] An effort well worth it, I must say.

 

 I am His,

 

 Kaman

Well, it seems that either just the MSN sites associated with email [Hotmail] are being disagreeable, or the entire MSN passport system is as slow as molasses today...If not slower. Which means I might as well leave checking the rest of my mail until later. No big deal. My business email [the one on my resume] doesn't usually have anything of any importance delivered to it lately. I just have to make sure I check it every so often so it doesn't disappear and I don't lose a couple things that actually have some sort of meaning in there.

 

 Aside from Microsoft Network being squirrely as per usual, it's a gorgeous day out. God has given me yet another day to please Him, to follow his direction, and sometimes discerning just THAT is simply not that easy. Now, I'm not complaining, as that would not be very patient of me and well, it'd simply get me nowhere. God is good and most gracious that he still gives me day after day, breath after breath, and the sunshine that is touching pretty well everything outside today. Mm, and nice cold water. Nothing like that when it's getting warmer and warmer out. Nothing like sunscreen, too.

 

It's only 9:48am right now, and I have an appointment at 2:40pm. So that means between now and then, there's a lot of time in which to get things done. And there's ALWAYS something to do, like laundry, dishes, and tidying up all around in general. There's always something to do without ever having to turn on the TV. Sometimes it just requires some thought.

 

 I am His,

 Kaman

My parents are away for the "Fast Times" weekend [For anyone who doesn't know, Fast Times is a car club for youth, (which I believe is put on by Youth For Christ) where they build little wooden cars during the year and race them at this weekend.], and my teenage brother is in and out of the house doing his own thing, which leaves myself and my sister to our own devices. So far we've managed pretty well. Keeping up with the housework, and well, cooking for just the two of us.

 

 For lunches this weekend, we decided to do turkey sandwiches with swiss emmenthal cheese, sprouts, tomato, lettuce, dijon mustard and mayonnaise on toasted 16 grain bread [Which is made without flour! I love it!], and two different soups. Today we had a roasted red pepper and tomato soup. Definetly a little different from a regular tomato soup, and something that would take a little more getting used to for me, as bell peppers aren't high on my list of favourites. Tonight, we're doing chicken fajitas, and maybe we'll pick up a sorbet for dessert. Who knows? It'd sure beat the old regular of ice cream. Now, i'm not knocking ice cream here, as I'm a fan, but I like a little variety.

 

 Tomorrow we're having the sandwiches with a green vegetable soup. I can't recall exactly what all the vegetables are in it, but like I said, I like variety. Then tomorrow night it's a really big ham [I think there'll be leftovers, it's pretty huge!] with mashed potatoes [probably garlic mashed potatoes...mmm..] and veggies. Then life goes back to normal, because by about 9:05 pm KST [Kitchen Standard Time, or Pacific Kitchen Standard Time (PKST), if y'all want to get technical on me. ] everyone'll be home. My life sometimes seems to run on KST because the clock in the kitchen is a few minutes behind the clocks in the rest of the house. I time all my baking and cooking off of it. Amusing.

 

 Anyhow, I best be going. There's a few things to do that need doing, and I guess I'm the candidate to do 'em.

 

 I am His,

 

 Kaman