So that's what it's like!

Yesterday, I got a taste of what it's like to grow up in a family with lots of teenage girls and honestly, it cracked me up! We had a holiday so I headed out with the Litseys to Montreal to visit the Biodome, an indoor zooish type environment where the animals are not all enclosed.

On the ride there, it happened. Fatu spotted a cute boy driving the car that was in the middle of passing us. Only one problem, he had by this time passed all the rest of the teenage girls who were, naturally, very interested in seeing said cute boy. So that's when it started, "Drive faster, Dad! We can catch up. We want to see the cute boy, too." But my favorite part happened after Cute Boy was long gone and there was no hope of catching up to him. There was a dramatic sigh from the seat behind me, "There are so many cute boys in the world and I haven't even seen them all!" Is that classic or what?

I was highly entertained to say the least and inspired to draw another little picture. :) Here are some real pics of the fun. Cleaning day at the Biodome - You eat my fleas and I'll eat yours. Might as well check out the alligator since there aren't any cute boys around.

Myth busted: I learned that porcupines don't shoot their quills out...didn't know that and I also didn't know that they could climb trees! Proof that I actually made it to Montreal...standing in front of the Olympic Stade.

Grounded!

Losing your wallet is kind of like being grounded and it ain't fun, folks! So this is my lost wallet update...Monday afternoon after my class I went to the mall information office. The good news was that a lady had found it and called the mall to see if anyone had come looking for their wallet. The bad news is that they didn't take down her phone number. But she did mention the wallet was from an American and that she planned on sending it to the address on the driver's license. So all this week I've been patiently waiting, praying and hoping that she would send it on its way quickly to Georgia. However, my friend Betty said nothing had arrived yet so I guess it's taking its time and enjoying the sights along the way!

I finally decided tonight to order a replacement license since it only costs $5. Way to go Georgia Department of Motor Vehicles for not charging the pants off of people in desperate situations! (Desperate might be a bit of an overstatement in my case but it sounds so much more dramatic.)

However, I cannot say the same for my lovely bank. I won't mention any names. I happened to have an extra debit card for what used to be my primary bank. My salary no longer gets put into this bank account so I still don't really have access to my income - just my savings. Anyway, I decided to activate this card but I can hardly justify using it because it will charge me a $5 atm international withdrawal fee + plus 3% of whatever I withdraw. So let's just say I took out $300. I would have to pay $5 (atm) + $9 (3%) which equals a grand total of $14 for the privilege of withdrawing my money in Canada. That seems mighty steep! I think I need to find a place to put my money that's a little more conducive to the life of a dual citizen.

In the mean time, everyone from my teacher to my neighbors have offered to lend me some money for which I've been very thankful. It's just sad to see my little white car sitting in the driveway begging to be driven - especially on this long weekend! Feels a lot like being grounded...

Happy Mother's Day!

Loving you lots & lots!

Perdu

I lost my wallet today. I'm not 100% sure but I think it may have fallen out of my pocket as I ran from the mall to my car in the rain. I tried to go back and check if someone may have turned it in but the mall administration office is only open during the week. So what to do...can't exactly sit and wait watching my accounts to see if someone decides to buy a few things on me...(I guess they can always use my cash for that if they want to). :) So I cancelled them which is a bit of a bummer in that I have to wait for new ones to make it all the way up here from the U.S. Still hoping and praying that someone will turn it in to the office and it will be there on Monday.

Incidentally, I checked on getting a replacement license....it says it could take up to 30 days. So my question is what do people do while they are waiting for their replacement license to come? Get someone to chauffer them? I guess most people could just go to the DMV and get their new one the day they needed it. I, on the other hand, am a gazillion miles away from the DMV office.

Is it ironic that I happened to be looking at these just before losing my wallet? They are way out of my price range but they sure are cute. I think these ones are my favorite. Ahh well, that's the story for today.

I feel old!

Yep, that's right. I feel old!

Tonight I went to "Une soirée de louange", otherwise known as an evening of worship, put on by the students of the Bible school. They are trying to raise money for the missions trips they will be taking in just a couple of months. Anyway, the way the whole thing played out just made me laugh. Until tonight, I've considered myself to be pretty open when it comes to music...I'll admit it, I love to blast my music and sing at the top of my longs. But clearly it's not the same type of music that these students like to blast. I decided to draw a little sketch to give you a picture of how it went down.

The first thing that went down was the separation of the young and the old...the young went to front and the old stayed in the back near the safety of their seats and to their great joy, as far away from the blasting music as possible. Yep, that's right, you can see me there at the back.

Then the jumping started. This being in the Pavilion, a building meant to be a meeting place for summer campers, it's floor was not exactly made to last for the next 100 years. In fact, it's made of plywood of some sort. So what we had was about 50 young people jumping in the "Praise Pit". This created the teeter totter effect. I didn't even have to jump. I just got thrown up in the air on the rebound. It was great (except for the part where I began to wonder if the floor could actually survive 50 jumping teenagers)! Just about that point my french teacher came by and together we threw in a little extra bounce - you know, just checking if the floor could handle two more!

Well, although it was loud and more than I could handle in parts, they did slow it down for the old people...plus they sang a lot of English songs too. Oddly enough, I knew more of the French songs than I did the English.

So there it is, I understand how my parents sometimes had a hard time with my music back in the day! Thank goodness, God can hear the intention of hearts and that's probably the music He's really listening to.