My Bathroom Blog

I have a love/ hate relationship going with my bathroom. So now.. my bathroom shall have its own blog!! :)

Love- We have an open shower (no curtain, with a wetfloor), which gives the bathroom a really neat look.
Hate- This means every time you take a shower.. the whole bathroom takes a shower.

Love- The bathroom is on the cold side of the house, which means cheaper heating bills.
Hate- This means every time you turn on the hot water, the climates clashing creates a tropical storm while you attempt to shower.

Love-The window is frosted over so no one can see in or out.
Hate- The bathroom has decided it misses seeing the out of doors and has started to grow wild thing in the shower, like mushrooms and mold.

Love- .... Ok, I have run out of things I love so this one is a hate hate :)
Hate- That the floor never actually dries
Hate- That the ceiling never dries either, and hence the whole room thinks its part of the shower and drips on you as you try to do your hair and make up.

 And thus concludes my bathroom blog. :)
 Also.. this is not a great picture.. but its my bathroom window... sooooo... now it's in the blog.

Unity, and How its Not Practiced.

Alright folks. I've been letting my lovely wife do the majority of the recent bloggage, but its time for me to step up and type! I recently took a trip up to Wellington with Ed Masters (my fellow youth worker from Leith Valley Church) to a conference type gathering called "Connect". The purpose of this gathering was for youth workers to get all motivated and whatnot via inspirational speakers and practical workshops. Unfortunately, I typically go into situations as such with a moderately cynical attitude that causes me to pick apart everything said and search for flaws in the messages that can then allow me to write off the speaker. This is one of my greater flaws as a person, a listener, and a christian.  Despite my attempts and success at doing so, I did manage to learn something. We as believers SUCK at one of the most basic principles of following Christ. Unity. My very desire to find a way to discredit the words of my fellow believers is living proof of this fact. Am I saying that everyone who believes in some form of a "god" should hold hands and sing kum by ya?? Absolutely not! But those who have a living active relationship with the God of the Bible, who share the core beliefs that makes true Christianity unlike any other form of worship in the world really need to learn how to get along and live as a single body. Maybe instead of listening to a sermon and picking out the bad parts to mock, we should be intentionally searching for the things that we can find encouragement in. Perhaps instead of looking down on the weaker brother and wondering why they aren't as spiritually educated with retarded christianeese and condescending terminology, we should be inspired by their passion to serve a God that they've just come to know. To be in awe of God's glory without the need to analyze and categorize it.  Anyways, you've suffered through enough of my rants. The bottom line? God is teaching me to be humble (never fun) and to love the body of Christ no matter how much I disagree with what some of the parts say. If its part of the body, then I can learn something or be encouraged by it!!!
-On a side note, the cross-eyed donkey that I found in Wellington made me laugh, so I took a picture...nay, like 50 pictures :)

The things you don't think about when moving over seas...

Like vacuums. I can honestly say I didn't give the type of vacuum I would have here a single thought. Why would I right? Well.. I am surely giving it thought now. Up-right power heads are pretty much the most popular in the states now.. I am sure there are still some with the body and the long hose to the brush head.. but for the most part all vacuums have a powerhead. Which I won't lie to you folks, makes vacuuming a thousand times easier. Here, I can't find a powerhead vacuum anywhere. Well.. I did find one, but its look a little scary. It was cordless.... how much life can a vacuum have running on battery power?? 

 Every one always asks me what do you miss most about the States? And I always draw a blank. Because over all things aren't that different here. Till I do some thing, like try to vacuum my house. And then I realize I really miss American vacuums. Or when I go to the grocery store to buy chicken noodle soup, cause my tummy is being off, and there is NO canned chicken noodle soup. Now I must admit.. I did NOT see that one coming. I stood in front of the soup section for a good 15 mins, reading and re-reading, swearing I had to be missing it some where. I wasn't.( though what they have stocked can change so it might be there next time.. I am going to look again) Or hot dogs. There is no hot dogs here. Not that I need a hot dog... it's just really strange not to have hot dogs in the grocery store. 

 I really missed Western dressing.. I made my momma ship me some, cause the salad dressing here, while they have some of the same kinds, they don't taste the same. The ranch all tastes like extremely light ranch, and the french looks like a green italian dressing.... I am thinking it't not the same kind of dressing, as ours french is red. 

 Or deodorant. I actually couldn't find it at first. It looks nothing like our deodorant. It's a strange shape I can't actually describe... works just fine.. just looks so different I couldn't find it!!! 

 So these are a few of the things I miss about the States. Nothing important. Just the little every day things that every now and then pop out at you and scream, "You are not in the States anymore hunny!!" And you shake your head, say "Huh, didn't think of that one." And keep on walking through the store. 

The Job, and the Faithful Stranger.

So I, Lisa, finally got a job. I started on Friday at a salon called Clip Joint. It's a nice step up from Cost Cutters, and while  no one tips in New Zealand, the up side of that is that I am making a flat hourly rate, no matter how many heads of hair I do a day. So while I am building a clientele, I am still making good money. Thank God. Takes alot of the stress off. And I am pretty excited about being able to slow down and just do hair, no more rushing about... it's an amazing idea and I am really starting to like it.
 I will only be working two days a week, Fridays and Saturdays, so Aaron and I will still have time to hang out and go bum about and explore the island :). It's wonderful to be working and still have time to just hang out with my man. I do so like hanging out with him, after all.
 And as if God blessing me with this job wasn't enough, Today I was helping out one of the other girls with her color, and through chatting with this woman, it turns out she is a christian. So she was asking me all about how we came to be in New Zealand, and said she was impressed with us moving over here. She was just a really nice lady. But as she was leaving, she calls me over, pulls a small envelope out of her purse saying, "I don't usually carry this with me, but that just proves every thing happens for a reason." Hands me the envelope and leaves. I opened it after work, she had given me her tithe for her church, and it wasn't a small sum. I couldn't believe it. Things were getting tight with out me working, and that little envelope just gave us a really nice bonus, to easy the strain till my checks start coming in... God bless her tender heart. We would have been ok with out the money, but I can't thank this lady enough just simply for blessing me by her faithfulness. Almost brought me to tears, this kindness of a stranger.

"The girl who loved books". written by: Lisa Glemboski

I (Lisa) love to read books. And when I say love, I mean love,adore, and cherish reading a good book. I might actually be a little addicted to it. I spend more money on books then anything else, because I can read a book in about a day and a half. So I pretty much just blow through them. There is nothing better then getting lost in a story, and enjoying a book to the point where I can not stop reading till I know the ending, and then having reached the end, wishing it wasn't over. Hence why I love series so much. There is always more!! Series though, is also why I can buy so many books! In for one, in for all! Books, they are just strangely one of my passions in life. One of the things I just don't want to live with out. And also why Aaron, wonderful man that he is, bought me a kindle. Love that thing! I can buy a book online at Amazon, and start reading it in about 30 seconds. Awesome, no more waiting for my books to come in the mail!(and also I will never have to leave my books behind again. That was one of the hardest things for me to leave in the States when we moved, all my books.) The only down side is that I miss books, the texture of the pages, the way they feel in your hands, and even the way they smell.... Yeah I just really love books that much. Every thing about them is wonderful, and comforting to me. Also, they feed my imagination, which needs to be fed. It craves being fed, and it seems it is always on the hunt for the next good story.
 Now that we are here though, till I get a job, I have to behave. I have to stop buying books at such a rapid pace, or our saving will go far to fast. So I think it might be off the the library with me! I will do some research online, write down the authors I am interested in, and then instead of buying them, I will go rent them! Lord knows I read books fast enough that I will never get a late fee! The up side of this is that I will be able to hold the books in my hands, the down side is that I can't keep them to read again, and again. I just don't think I can give up my books all together. That would be like giving up a best friend, or your favorite comfort food in the midst of an emotional break down. It just is not done!
 Also, my reading is good for Aaron. Gets me out of his hair long enough for him to play his games, and have some free time. As my much as I love reading, I love hanging out with him way more! So my reading sets him free from me, but allows me to still be on the couch near him, which keeps me happy. Lucky boy that he is, every one needs time to themselves, and to veg out doing some thing they enjoy. So maybe Thursday I can go to the library and get some more of what I enjoy. Books!!!!! oodles and oodles of books!!! :)

A monsoon, an umbrella, and a battle scene

Today was my chosen day to go job hunting. Today was also the day the skies decided to flood Dunedin with a monsoon. It's raining really hard, and while the water pouring down the streets in waves, and charging down the river banks is really cool to watch, it is not so cool to walk in. But I decided to go job hunting anyway. I simply would go to the grocery and buy an umbrella. Right. Well I went to the grocery, I bought my trusty new umbrella and I set out walking. About five minutes in the umbrella caved to the wind and flipped inside out. I hate when umbrellas do this. It's a pet peeve of mine. So I glare at the offending umbrella, sharply shove it into the wind and pop it back around the right way. All fixed. I keep walking.. and the umbrella flips around again.. and again.. and again.. During this time period I have only put in one resume at a salon, every where else I went was either closed or, at one book store I walked in, wandered around for a couple mins, and still no one had shown. So I left, figuring if they weren't busy enough to have one person on staff, they probably didn't need me. I walked around the whole of the Octagon. Fighting the rain, wind, and my now un-trusty umbrella the whole way. I was getting discouraged by the lack of places to go, and not really being certain where TO go... When the rain really picked up and wind flipped my umbrella around inside out so fast, it smacked me in the face and bent the arms around the wrong way. So now my trusty umbrella is not only un-trusty, it is also broken. So I walked back to the car in the pouring rain... I now look like a drowned rat and am freezing. So I decided to come home and dry off, cause no one will hire me looking the way I do now anyway. Hopefully I will warm up, fix my hair up, I am thinking I might just wear a hat, and head out again later. Which might be problematic as I no longer have an umbrella, as it throughly kicked my tush earlier. It's a sad day when an umbrella can beat you up. Maybe the rain will let up, and I can go hunting with no fear of drowning. Either way.. this morning was a bust. Mostly I am angry I spent money on an umbrella that couldn't withstand one rainy day before breaking. That is a truly sad umbrella.

Puss and puss

The Puss being Atlas, and puss being his eye infection. And this is the story of the puss has returned. Atlas, the poor thing, now has herpies in his other eye. We had finally gotten his right eye cleared, and he was calming down and trusting us not to put thick, goopy drops in his eye any more. He had stopped charging across the house, like his life depended on reaching the other side, every time we walked towards him, and had started cuddling again. He no longer looked at me (Lisa) like I was evil and ugly(I am pretty sure he was picturing me with warts on my face :p), and had stopped attacking me when I got close to his head. And now... sigh.. It all begins again, thanks to his now disgusting, and painful looking left eye. His poor face is swollen again, green goo is growing in leaps and bounds in his eye, and he just looks positively miserable. Again. Already he is hiding from us and we have only put drops in twice. I think he might be scarred for life. To make matters worse, we had been waiting on his eye to clear up so we could start clipping his toe nails, as his favorite thing to do is it charge around the house, gleefully bouncing on the leather couches as he goes.. actually I think he might believe they are alive and need to DIE! Which means his long, lethally sharp (trust me on that), claws are doing some decent damage to the couches, that are leather, and not ours! So now it seems we might have to just pin the poor thing down and do horrid things to him, all in the name of love. Which of course... he doesn't understand. I feel so bad for him. He finally finds a home, with people that adore him, and he keeps getting sick. Thus by making us, the people that love him, torture him. I really hope this is the last time it flares. I think we all want a break. And I really want Atlas to feel at home, safe and loved. Cause he is, the darling, cuddly, sweet, talkative, gooey eyed, little man that he is. :D We wouldn't trade him for anything.