Time Flies.

Today in my teenage angst, I came face to face with one of summer's most loath-ed creatures.  


The fly.  


This means that spring is here, summer is on its way and the infestation of flies will soon be making us crazy.  
Who doesn't love this time of year?  

Not so sour milk.

Today in my teenage angst, I concluded that expiry dates are simply an estimation.


I am on my second jug of 1% milk that has lasted to at least a week over its expiry date.  
My sister refuses to drink it on the grounds that she's leery about it's overdue nature. 


I think Dairyland's expiry machines are off by a bit. . . 


This also brings to mind  how my roommate of old hated moldy things and would throw up a little in her mouth when she had to touch them. I just don't see how you can avoid it forever. And don't even get me started on her specialty cheeses.  A little contradictory, don't you think . . .  

Gay rights.

Hey. My name is Hannah and I’m straight. I’m also a Christian.  

I saw this picture today, on Facebook, and cried. I thought that hatred of homosexuals among Christians was a thing of the past. I thought we had gotten over our arrogance and decided that the awkward avoidance approach was more effective.  But then this happened.  I’m from Canada and am clearly not aware of a lot that goes on in the Christian communities down in the states, but I truly did think we were past this.

I don’t want to preach a relativist theology but I can’t seem to understand what gives us the right to condemn the lives and sin of others in comparison to our own. I’m not saying that the Bible speaks for homosexuality. In fact it speaks against it.  This however does not present the right to slap the faces of those who stand in the midst of it.


The verse written on that picket board states that God hates those who do wrong. Simple reason would indicate that the man holding the board is therefore included in that statement.  

There are those who love their money more than their own families. Jesus commands against that too. The national view of marriage and divorce is synonymous with a department store exchange. Jesus commands against that too. Most of the population walk by the homeless every day and fail to care whatever that those people don’t have a tenth of what they do. Jesus commands against that too. 

But we don’t stand on street corners screaming damnation for them; do we? Sin is sin.

I’m not arguing for the negation of the commands of Christ. I am however arguing for love. I am arguing for the one thing that Jesus commanded of us above all else; that we care about him and that we care about those who surround us.

If we can’t do that, we cannot follow him.   

Rhythmic difficulties.

Today in my teenage angst, my professor told me I could blame my lack of rhythm on the church.


I'm pretty certain this is the answer I've been searching for my entire life.  

Just a way of life.

Today in my teenage angst, I realized that way of life is everything.


I also realized that fear can easily become a way of life. Lately, I've been contemplating those who live in areas of war and how strange life must be for them. This might be especially true if their country has been at war for several decades.  


What must it be like to live a life defined by war and subsequently fear? What must it be like to get used to that and almost comfortable in it but at the same time ready to jump at a moment's notice?  What must it be like to not live like I do?


I think that we often justify injustice in the world by saying that 'no on should have to live like that.'  It's true - no one should have to live like that, but people do.  Have they accepted the definition of their lives?  Would I accept that definition? 

The best family vacation ever.

Today in my teenage angst, I am joining a family - that is not my own - on their weekend road trip to Edmonton.
To be fair to myself, I'm not just looking for surrogate families to travel with, we do have a collective purpose.


But the fact that I have no control over anything that happens this weekend makes me want to start finding surrogate families to travel with. 


So, I'm just going to sit back, knit my friend a hat and watch movies on their awesome in car movie screens.  Might be the best weekend ever. 

So check me out.

Today in my teenage angst, I rectified the shame of my last post.  
After almost giving up on my knitting career, I started again in hopes of completing a hat.  

Thanks to my dear friend Lisa, the sewing process went much more smoothly than anticipated.  


I made something, folks! I am a creator.