nothing stays the same

i'm visiting ma and pops beet for the weekend. i did something bad on the way here. i'll confess the ugliness in me now so you won't feel deceived when you find out another way. i was driving to horseshoe bay with heather who gets my car for the weekend in exchange for the ride to and from the ferry. i was trying to catch the 7 oh clock ferry. meanwhile in another side deal i was picking up bob toor's computer. well jordan picked it up and surrey and after some haggling back and forth, we decided it was best for him to take the laptop on the sky train to downtown where our paths would intersect on my way to the ferry. he brought the whole family for a friday night excursion. so i was supposed to meet him at six but it was closer to six thirty when i finally made it to the corner of granville and georgia where good ol' jord was waiting with the laptop. he tossed it in the window at heather and we took off again. actually we hadn't gone far. we were stopped at the next light when my cell starts ringing and jordan runs up with this guy in tow. a stranger. jordan says "laura! this guy just missed the bus to the ferry can you take him?" i was totally taken off guard. i wasn't expecting it, but that's no excuse. i looked up and the light had turned green. "i can't the light's green." "you can't?" jordan says surprised. "no." i said and took off. heather laughed. almost instantaneously i felt bad. i should have taken him. it's one of those things you wish you could do over. if i did it over i totally would have taken him. but i panicked. and i bolted. the thing that gets me was i remember seeing this guy behind jordan. just the glimpse of him. red face, a nervous laugh. it's the nervous laugh. it pulls at my heart and i feel bad. here was a chance for me to do good and i totally failed. nervous laugh guy, i am so sorry i so coldly rejected you. it must have seemed cold. it must have been awkward for jordan. i called him back almost right away and told him how i panicked. i told him to tell the guy i'm sorry but he was gone. every time i think of it i have a bad feeling. actually if you want to get all psycho analytical right now, i really hate rejecting anyone. the looks on their faces smite me. and the way they say "oh it's ok... etc" like to cover up soft spot they exposed when they asked you. their vulnerability. it almost always gives me a bad feeling.

anyway, now you know.

i thought i could watch a dvd on bob's laptop while i was on the ferry, but it was a no-go, so i read my running book no need for speed instead. i resisted the ferry food, but got some hawkins cheesies from the vending machine instead.

we had to walk on and off the ferry on the vehicle deck for some reason which slowed everything down. some people behind me were bleepity bleeping about it. like they couldn't get over it. i was getting tired of their bleepity bleeping and whining. like obviously there was a reason. they don't just get you to walk off on the car deck for fun or because they like having delayed sailings. then we had to wait for quite a while for the luggage van to arrive but mine was one of the first off and i was not looking that gift horse in the mouth. i took my bag and ran.

mom was standing by her car looking for me and waved when she saw me. i had interrupted a game of hand and foot with the roses and when i walked in brother rose said his customary "good morning" with a straight face. they left shortly after. i ate some potato salad, some thai salad and a few gyoza. meanwhile dad had turned on the tv. an old fashioned western was on and i wanted dad to watch that but he picked this movie with robert deniro and al pacino called heat instead. he promptly fell asleep and i was left watching this show with major f bomb outbursts. so i left to do other things, like browse through books but eventually i just went to bed.

today i participated in nanaimo's visiting teaching convention. they had the amazingrace. it was fun. i was on a team with sister may and sister buchannen and sister spencer. we unscrambled a name to bring cookies to, and it turned out to be sister may's own name, and then we had to do some service and we so we decided to go clean this apartment of sister may's son's ex who she has custody of some of her kids but she just had a new baby and she was at haven house etc.. anyways sister may just happened to know the house was a pig stye so we went there and cleaned. it was fun. we made a big difference too. on the car ride i got sister may to tell the story of the syrup sandwich that made her fall in love with sam. i like that story. then our clue sent us to roman's pizzeria where we had to complete a survey and then back to the church where we had to find some scriptures to do with visiting teaching. there was a really good lunch of chicken caesar salad and warm baguettes. rachel kingsley was there and so we talked. it was good to see her. while we were eating different people got up and spoke about their experiences with visiting teaching. it was really nice. aaaaaaaaaaaaaand the dessert was great.

people were getting interviewed by the rs presidency and so i was left kind of alone for a while but i spent my time cleaning up and after a while a little group came back. and it ended up being me and katie and patty spencer and deb brooks and sister seara's daughter who i don't know her name, and we started talking about cockroaches and stuff. everyone always has a bug story. deb told one about her sister's place in california. her sister showed her her salt shaker and said "look at this" and deb said "so you mix your salt and pepper?" like what's the big deal. but there was no pepper in there. it was ants. ugh.

mom and i went to costco for some things. i told her about the chinese chicken salad we make at the clubhouse and she was like totally into that idea dude. so she bought the only thing she didn't have and that was the ramen noodles. is ramen such a foreign word? no one knows what i'm saying when i say ramen noodles. i have to say "you know ichiban" and then they know. but i think in the states they know the word ramen, so i think this may be a case of brand name take over as in kraft dinner, kleenex and many other things. it's the canadian way. dad wanted fruit salad for dessert tommorrow so we bought some big bags of frozen fruit salad and i found these other treatsies for him too, low in fat and sugar but still tastes great. not a common occurrence.

dad and i went for a walk. i told him all about my plans for the future. well the different things i've been thinking about and the pros and cons and all the things i have to do to make it happen and stuff and how it worries me. he said he'd make me accountable by phoning me up and asking me about it. then while he played a game on the computer i asked him some gospel things that i've been thinking about. and we started talking about the atonement and forgiveness and we had a really good talk.

mom and i made the chinese chicken salad for dinner along with some veggie gyozas.

after dinner dad and i went over to katie and brent's to play games and mom came later after she made some cookies for primary sharing time. we played phase ten because dad was really pushing for it. apparently he's been wanting to play it for quite some time. sarah was another late comer to the game so she got the dregs of the caramel popcorn. that's the way it is. dad won but i was close on his heels. mom bragged to sarah that she got a wild card every hand and then stopped getting them but katie had some hands with five wild cards. brent got stuck on a run of eight for more than five rounds but kept asking which one he was on. there was some talk of calling your husband "hunk" instead of "sweetie" and brent was totally into it, afterall hunk is one of brent's favourite words. we also thought sarah should try it out on kyle when she got home like "hi hunk, i'm home."

katie, sarah and i stayed talking after ma and pops left and brent went to bed. we had some sister talk time. talking sisters.

well i'm sorry this isn't told with more pizzaz but it's one eleven and i just don't have it.