Guess it's about time...

...for an update.

I can't believe March is almost over. Criminy.

Paul and I are headed to the south shore of Nova Scotia on Monday to check out a church looking for a youth pastor. This church intrigues me because of things that have happened there recently --- moves of God where forgivness as been flowing all over the place. I think that's why I'm drawn there. I'm tired of grudges and bitterness all around me; Jesus says NO. And I guess he said NO at this church, and people started to listen is a BIG way. THAT'S beautiful. Even if we don't end up moving there, I am excited to meet these people who God has met in this way. Hearing their story has renewed my hope in what God WILL do if people are willing to follow.

Paul bought me Guitar Hero II for my birthday. I got to put stickers on my new guitar. That was nice. I'm a rockstar. Geoff lent us the first one and I beat it on Medium and Hard, almost all five stars. There's three songs I can't get through yet on Expert. On GHII, one of the songs you can unlock is TROGDOR. Burninating a country-side near you.

My kitty went to the vet. She used to be a girl. Now she is an it, with no claws. Apparently the name "Pajamas" is one that makes people melt, because everytime I say that's her name, people... well, MELT. And she was good at the vet. I know this, beause every time I talked to the vet staff (while I was there, and the two times I had to call for advice), the people there were like, "Ah, PAJAMAS! She's such a good kitty." I had a good customer service experience all around at that place. PLUG: Atlantic Veterinary Hospital in Rothesay. A+

Also for my birthday, I got Fun Dip. It is sour. I have eaten part of one pouch of watermelon.

Right now I am hungry. We are going to East Side Marios to gorge ourselves at the trough of unlimited extras. I am getting the vegetable soup instead of salad -- I had it last time and it was wonderful. A man named Tony used to work at ESM, then he started to work at Swiss Chalet across the street. I used to refer to him as "Tony, Tony, Tony", and then named three of my hamster babies more-or-less in his honour. Well, not REALLY. I just like to say "Tony, Tony, Tony". I don't know if he works in either place anymore. Now a man named Dale is my favourite at Swiss Chalet. I don't have a new favourite at ESM.