On the Go

Its been nearly non-stop madness since Thursday, and I'm expecting the exhaustion to set in probably on Christmas day. When the Sunday School Christmas service is over (Sunday afternoon) I will probably crash. But I'm volunteering Christmas Eve, and climbing the Galtee Mountains on Boxing Day (they call is St. Steven's Day, here) and then probably busing up North on the 27th. I'm tired just thinking about it!
The kids, and teens' nights went really well, and they were very fun.
My gingerbread didn't really turn out. And Ps. I bet you didn't know that molasses is nearly unheard of here. 99.9% of the population have no idea what it is. WEIRD. I had quite a time tracking it down in the grocery store. I got a lot of blank stares and furrowed brows. They also have very few candycanes (I haven't seen any, but I'm told they are around...), and someone asked me what eggnog was. THEY DON'T HAVE EGGNOG HERE!!! How am I to survive without eggnog?! So think of me whenever you sip that heavenly drink, and I shall live vicariously through you.
They DO have lots of mince pies, Christmas cake (fruitcake), and an apple cider-y kind of drink called wassail (I think that's how its spelled). Its yummy.
I went to a live concert band Sunday night and they played lots of movie themes and even a Disney medley that absolutely made my day.
I volunteered again yesterday and that was fun. A girl around 24 works there and we had fun chatting and stuff. I even got invited to a Christmas party by her friend that came in, and I really want to go, but I already said I would be somewhere else at that time, so that sucks :(
That's all my fried little brain can think of to say right now. If I remember something else of note, I'll be sure to put it down.

Detox

Well now, I gotta say. I think it is actually possible to be addicted to the internet.
I think that if I wasn't so fantastically busy this week, I would have been curled up in a corner of my room, twitching, and beadily eying my laptop.
But I made it. Plus a day.
I'm still alive, and have at least a little faith in the fact that there might yet be a speck of self-control somewhere in my being.
And it was actually a really good week. Very busy, but good. I got stuff done that I can say with almost certainty I would NOT have got done if I had not limited my internet time. So I know it was a "God thing" that I read that quote last week, and decided to do something about it.
Also, I already feel more a part of the church community here, more "present" if you will.
Having said that, it was a struggle. I had to think of my alloted "internet day" as expendable. I had to give up doing it on Monday and almost gave up today as well, but in the end that didn't work out anyway (thank goodness!!). I still have a long way to go. Now the challenge will be not making this day the "center" of my week. You know...the endless cycle of "getting through the week" for that one day.

A few "firsts" this week:

1. First rhubarb yogurt. It was delightful! Really, it was.
2. First time being introduced to someone while they are in their underpants. Long story short, dropped by Christine's friends' house, and caught them...unprepared? The lady wasn't phased a bit. "She's Dutch" Christine says by way of explanation. I don't think she knows I'm 1/2 Dutch....though we are kind of a shameless lot.
3. First time creating a legit cappuccino. I spent yesterday volunteering at the Christian bookstore in Cork. They are also a cafe, so I worked in there. It was actually quite a lot of fun, but it will be a while before I remember how to make all those fancy coffees.

On Saturday a bunch of us from the church delivered calendars to nearly every house in Fermoy! These calendars are created by a guy in Cork who takes these awesome pictures of the area and then adds in Bible verses and information, and the end result is really quite nice. The church has made some contact with people through them in the past, so this will have been the 7th year they've put them out I think. The weather had been really stormy the day before, and there was some flooding in the Cork area, so we were a little worried about spending the day running around outside! It turned out to be nice...windy, but relatively mild and dry. I got a lot of exercise, and for the record Mom, I kept up with 10-yr-old Andrew and gave him a run of his money ;)
Saturday night was Teen's club, and we put the finishing touches on our craft, and prepared our "drama" presentations, a skit, and then a song with choreographed moves....GONG SHOW! haha...oh man. Long ago I came to terms with the fact that I can't sing or dance, but someone feels the need to rub it in my face! Haha...anyway, at least I'm at the back.

Last night was the Mom's & Tot's Christmas evening, and this week will be busy with the Kid's Club and Teen's presentations. I also have to prepare for the Sunday School Christmas Service on the 23. Phew.

So that's that. Anyway my cup of tea is getting cold (I'm quite an avid tea-drinker now, since the coffee is rubbish.)and I have many blogs to visit (and comment on *coughcough*) and some much-awaited Facebook-ing to do! I'm off.

"Wherever you are, be all there. Live to the hilt every situation you believe to be the will of God for you."

-Jim Elliot

I noticed this quote on Caleigh's page whilst browsing blogs the other day.
It struck me, and kind of summed up a conviction I've been suppressing all week.
You may have noticed that I've been blogging a lot these past few days (read: month), as well as frequenting Facebook, and "catching up" on emails, etc.
Well, the fact is I might be living in Ireland, but Jill is still in Kamloops.
Let's face it- I was expecting everything to be miraculously different here. I was even (or is it 'especially'?) expecting ME to be different. I didn't realize that until it didn't happen! So suddenly I was here in Ireland -a dream come true...but I was still facing the same problems I had at home. What's the saying, "Wherever you go, there you are"?
I knew God was leading me to Ireland and as much as I did already want to come, it was a huge step for me to come as a youth leader. Its definitely not in my comfort zone, but with God working out every detail for me to come, I figured it would work itself out when I got here.
This past month has been really hard. My failings, inadequacies, and insecurities have been glaringly obvious to me at every turn. It has seemed like God dropped me off at the airport and then flew back to Canada.
At first I was ok, because I was so busy I hardly had time to think. As I settled into Fermoy and my schedule slackened, I've become bored and lonely.
Not exactly what I was hoping my experience in Ireland would be!
With all this spare time, I typically was drawn to email, blogs, facebook, etc.
It fulfilled my needs: it can soak up hours and hours, and I was in contact with friends!
So especially this past week I have spent far too much time on the internet,and far too little time experiencing this amazing opportunity I have here! When people ask me What did I see in Ireland? I don't want to have to answer... "Uh...my computer screen."
So the point in all of this is maybe not so drastic as you might be expecting- I'm not deleting my blog. I really do enjoy blogging, and I find it worthwhile. However, from here on in, I'm restricting my internet time. One day a week. If I spend all day on it, that would be kind of extreme, but at least it will only be one day, as opposed to every day :S
I just want you all to know it's not because I don't want to keep in touch! I love hearing how things are going over there, and I think we can still achieve that in my once-a-week goal.

You're probably all thinking, "Took her long enough" :P

And you'd be right. It did.

And logging on every day will be a tough habit to kick, especially when I am bored or lonely. But this is the only way I can force myself to get out more and LIVE here in Ireland. I'm sick of this "Neither Here Nor There" existence.

So I need your help.

If you see that I've been on more than once in a week, give me a really, REALLY, hard time!
I'll aim to be back on Monday....so, see you then! I'm going to attempt "living to the hilt" of this God-given opportunity!

More of This 'n That...

Shoo Fly

I had been invaded by flies. Sometime last week I noticed one buzzing around and was like, "Hm, that's weird." The next morning there were like 10 of them in my bathroom! I think they are getting in through this fan/vent thing in above the bathroom sink but they are really annoying, especially because they are HUGE (and strangely plump) little pests and they like to clumsily bump into me and are attracted to my bedside light. I've been killing them off when I can.

Scarf Is Such A Weird Word


I finished my first knitting project today! Tassles and all. Though maybe not the best quality knitting in the land, it is splendidly warm. And I intend to improve.



Lastly (and there is no picture accompaniment)...
I think you all should know that Sweet Chili Sauce is one of the greatest inventions in the world! Especially when coupled with chicken and rice!!! YUM!

Sunday School with Jill

I used to be so organized. And tidy. And conscientious.
I don't know what happened, or why, or when I began to get so scatterbrained!
Maybe there is something in the air on Quadra Island (possibly the fumes of that funny smelling stuff all the hippies smoke?) that got into my head and made me waaaaay too laid back for my own good. Seriously. I used to get so uptight and stressed about things, and lately even if it is important I just kind of shrug, "Whatever".
On one hand I like it because I never get too worried about stuff, on the other I think maybe I'm too easy-going and just getting lazy...
Sunday School for instance. This morning was my first time doing Sunday School alone. I'd stayed in a couple weeks ago to see how it was done, but with 10-15 kids crammed into a tiny little portable classroom I think I was more just overwhelmed!
So I knew about four weeks ago that today would be "my turn", and I had all week to prepare.
But I thought, "How hard can it be. I'll just flip through it on Saturday." And I did.
I cracked open the workbooks and teachers manual last night. There were a couple different ones to choose from for the different ages, so I just picked one I liked, read the passage, jotted down a couple notes that didn't really make any sense whatsoever, prepped the "visual learning aid" or whatever it's called, and decided to run to the store to nab some cookies aka "Manna from Heaven" for the kids. How terrible is that?
So this morning there were 2 kids in Sunday School. A brother and sister.
I was like, "Oh no. How am I going to drag out this lesson?!" I was kind of counting on a lot of mass chaos to fill in the time.
So bracing myself for an excruciating 45 minutes, I led them into the Sunday School room.
I got the Kerry (the older of the two) to read some of the verses and then we talked about them and then read some more and talked about them a little more, then had some chocolate-covered manna from heaven (a big hit with Lee), and then they did their workbooks while we talked about their new guinea pigs. And it was actually pretty fun!
Their mom had invited me to come back to their house for lunch, so I spent a good portion of the day with their family and the kids just chatted away and showed me their guinea pigs Toffee and Rollo. Driving me home, Christine, their mom, said she had rarely seen Lee so talkative, especially with a "stranger"! (I think the 'manna' won him over)
So even though the Sunday School lesson was perhaps under-prepared and super laid back I feel I've made some progress in a sense.

But I'm not sure the same approach will work for the Family Service I have to lead on the 23rd...!

December

I can hardly believe it is December already!
Commercial Christmas is in full swing here, as I'm sure it is in Canada. As usual, my Christmas shopping is incomplete and disorganized. I'm not really sure who I should buy for and whatnot, so I may just stock up on chocolate and that way if I discover that I've bought too many they won't go to waste...well, I supposed it depends on how you look at it.
Baking has been on my mind lately. After doing SO MUCH of it from March-August I guess I needed a little break, but now I'm ready to get back at it. Also, I discovered that no one makes gingerbread people or houses for Christmas here and that just didn't sit well...so the girl's and I are having a gingerbread-making day sometime this week. And I will also be doing some for the Teen's club. Just bringing a lil' Canadian flavor in :D
I'm almost finished my scarf, and its going to be such a delight on cold winter nights. Its very thick and warm! I also bought some more wool and I'm going to attempt a tuque. If its good enough I'll give it away, since I have way too many hats already! (everyone here mocks me abut having a different hat for every day of the week...which is untrue, by the way...)
For some reason I've also really been wanting to learn guitar. Sam has one, so maybe he will let me use it and I can teach myself some basic chords and stuff...
These next few weeks will be fairly busy for me with preparation for the Kid's Club, Teen's Club, Sunday School, and Mothers&Toddler's Christmas Presentations!
Thankfully they will all be finished by the 17th, so the madness won't extend past there!
I also went to Cork yesterday and chatted with the girl at the Christian Bookstore there about volunteering once a week. So I'll probably get into that as soon as I can.
No one is expecting snow at all really. This winter has been exceptionally mild apparently, so I will experience an honest-to-goodness GREEN Christmas! And wow, the green is really amazing.
I'm not sure what my exact timeline over Christmas will be. I think there is a service at the church on Christmas, but after that I will be joining Sam and Karen to visit their family in the North. I think. Haha...I'm so bad at planning. I literally do things one day at a time. And I can never remember what I did before. Like it was just deleted from my memory. Sad.
Anyway, that is what my December looks like thus far.
All you NaBoPoMo-ers get a good rest and then get back to bloggin' because I like to see what you're all up to!

New Look

I don't know why I changed by blog.
I started fiddling with my banner again, finally figured it out, and decided on a different picture.
One thing led to another...
And I was really tired of my old template. It was time for a change.
So here we are.
PJ looks more mature now I think, which is fitting as it has passed the one year mark.
Also I am in a very "melancholic" mood. Not sad or anything. Just...hmmm...I don't know. But I feel more at home in this toned down color-scheme. It fits me better right now.
So that's that.

This 'n That...

Here is my "mobile"--

My knitting project--And the update on my latest exploration--

A Taste of Ireland

Haha...that is totally misleading.
These cookies are probably eaten everywhere. You may have created them already at some point. However...
The other day I baked some "biscuits" (the supply was running low, since we each have at least one a day when we have tea). Its a nice recipe that I got from a local lady. Nothing fancy, but good for dipping in a hot drink.

Irish Tea Biscuits
2 oz butter
2 oz margarine
2 tbl Golden Syrup
1 tsp bread soda (dissolved in 1 tsp water)

1 cup plain flour (I usually add more)
1 cup oatmeal
1/2 cup granulated sugar
The recipe calls for a tsp of salt, but I would recommend only a pinch of salt.

Melt butter, margarine, golden syrup, and bread soda in a saucepan (NOT in the microwave!). In a bowl mix dry ingredients. (The breadsoda has a very strong flavor so I find I like it better with only a very, very, very little bit of salt, or none at all if you prefer). Add melted ingredients and stir until mixed. If it is really goopy, add more flour. That's what I did. Roll into into balls about the size of a loonie and place on greased pan. Bake at 350 for 8-10 minutes. When cooled, serve with tea, and dip!

Three Reasons I Shouldn't Be Allowed...

To live on my own:

1. Eating out at places called "The Humble Spud" sounds SOO much more appealing than cooking for myself!
2. I might have died, cold and wet, trapped in my shower when the door sealed shut and no matter how much I pushed it wouldn't open.
3. I lost my house key within 48 hours of receiving it.

I'm surprised really, that anyone has ever taken me seriously after all the ditzy-ness I come up with! After all the embarrassing and stupid things I've done, its a wonder that I've survived to be 19. Much less that I've somehow managed to travel across the world, and live on my own...

That's right folks...this weekend I moved out!

I'm living in a little boarding house on the main stretch of road through Fermoy (I'll put a picture up later...for now, here is my room). I have a nice bedroom & ensuite to myself, and I share a living room and kitchen with the other boarders. There are 3 single boarders upstairs, and a Polish couple living in the suite down the hall from me. I haven't seen any of them yet, as I am home most mornings, and out most nights...the opposite of their hours I guess. I've heard evidence of the Poles though...loud Polish techno, and some Nelly Furtado :P
It sounds like people are always coming and going, and they are all "foreign" like me, so who knows- if I ever meet them face-to-face I might make some travel buddies!
So far independence suits me pretty well, even dealing with the little disasters like getting trapped in the shower! :P
I did my first big Grocery Shop today, and it was kind of fun. I tried to get practical, healthy things, but I did succumb to buying nacho chips and hummus. It could be worse.
Also I FINALLY got my whole laptop fiasco sorted. I think/hope. First I had the wrong converter. So I bought a new one. Then it was no internet, and I got my wireless thing. Then my converter died. So I bought a new one. Then that one died. So I returned it. That was last week. Today I went to the computer place and a nice Canadian guy (ahhh, the sweet North American accent....never thought I'd say that.) told me all I needed was this wire with a different plug end on it. So that is what I have now, and it seems to be working just fine. So hopefully my technology troubles are over!!! I'm back in action :) So hopefully I can catch up on emails/facebook this week!!

I'll be working on my huge Sunday School projects as well, and doing the usual stuff...also going on some more walks, hopefully to a place called Glenabough Forest. Sounds nice. So that's me.

Here's the rest of the stories:

1. The Humble Spud has appealed to me from the moment I laid eyes on its vintage little sign. Today I stopped in after grocery shopping, and I did eat a chicken burger there. It was good. But the cashier was grumpy...so its a toss-up. I might go back, or I might make myself some rice with sweet n' sour chicken.
2. After about 10 minutes of alternate hysterical laughing and panic, wondering if I was ever going to get out, or if I would be found dead, sprawled on the shower floor in a week, I pulled at the rubbery siding thing in the middle of the shower door, and it popped open. I don't think I will ever be brave enough to close it all the way again...
3. There I was standing at my door with a huge bag of groceries, my shoulder bag of misc. items, and my purse, going through them all a million times thinking "OH NO! How am I going to tell her that I lost my keys already?!", and after standing around like a fool for 5 minutes, I remembered I had put it in my wallet. Yay.

"Cultured"

I went to a ballet tonight.
I now consider myself very sophisticated.
Except, to be honest, I was nearly bored to tears.
If I hadn't had a crinkly bag of crinkly individually wrapped toffees to keep me company, I would have been in a sad state indeed...
I don't know if that is very sophisticated of me.

I was kindly invited to enjoy this evening at the Cork Opera House by one of the ladies in the church and her daughter, who is an aspiring ballerina. The production was called "Giselle", and as far as I could tell it was about a young girl who fell in love with a prince who was masquerading as a commoner. He wooed her until a rival exposed him, and it was discovered he was already betrothed to be married to a wealthy noblewoman. Giselle died of a broken heart, and that was the end of Part I.
Part II was all white-clad spirit girls dancing, and Handsome Prince having a final dance with Spirit Giselle.
It was about 2 1/2 hours including the intermission.
The dancing was impressive for sure, but I guess I'm just not "cultured" enough to fully appreciate ballet for that length of time!
Though I do think I would like to see The Nutcracker...at least then I would enjoy the music, if nothing else!
Anyway, now I can say I've been to a ballet.
Opera is next on my list :)



EDIT: can anyone tell me the significance of today's date? I'll be very impressed...

Separated by a Common Language

I made the unforgivable mistake of calling many departments stores combined in one building a "mall" today.
My wee Irish friend Miryam severely corrected me, after laughing incredulously at my ignorant American-ness, and letting her whole family in on the joke.
Apparently there are no MALLS in Ireland. There are SHOPPING CENTERS.
A MALL is "Very American".

(I've probably already listed these, but bear with me...)

I now call cookies "Biscuits", french fries are "chips", potato chips are "crisps", highways are "motorways", line-ups are "queues", garbage is "rubbish", hoodies are "jumpers", pants are "trousers", a pick-up truck is a "lorry", mail is "post", a cell phone is a "mobile"...the list is endless, and I have to give constant thought to my sentences so that I can communicate efficiently! (And they wonder why I'm so quiet...)

Today's Accomplishments

While you all are probably just opening your sleepy little eyelids, it is 3:30PM here and I have already accomplished much.
1. I went for a 2 hour walk around the town, exploring and buying things.
2. I went to a little Irish "delicatessen" thing and saw that they sold "homemade croquettes" and though *YUM!*, so I bought them. I should have guessed that they would not be the scrumptious meaty (and salty haha) Dutch-style croquettes I know and love...they are instead filled with mashed potato!! They were actually really good, but the first bite WAS a little disapointing because I was expecting something else.
3. I bought a little wireless thingy for my computer as my big brother Paul advised last night, and now I have the internet on my laptop! Hurrah!!!
4. I have put up a bunch of pictures on my facebook! So hurry and go look 'cause there's a few gooders.
I accomplished more than that too, of course... :P

I Got it Up!

A Rainy Walk Through Irish Countryside...

Narrow country roads...seaside villages...rolling green hills...misty cliffs...
Nothing quite like telephone lines to ruin magical scenery :P

Caught in torrential rain!

Experimenting with the focus on my camera.

Soaked.
Beautiful sunset.

Nearly back.


It took me the better part of an hour to get these up. So you'd better appreciate them :P

A Few Pictures

Yay! I got some pictures on here...see, I'm stubborn and I tried again, even though the internet is being mean to me and frequently disconnecting. Unfortunately I don't have my Giant's Causeway pictures on this computer (Sam's), which is really too bad because they are my favorites. But I will do my best to put them up when I get settled into my own place.

Ahh, the rugged beauty of Northern Ireland!!
This was taken in Portrush.

This picture was taken in Portrush too...its not very interesting...I thought it was a different one! haha!

This was the house we stayed in during the MAD weekend, with all the youth. It was out in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by farms, and sheep, and rolling green hills....

I went out for a long walk and took a lot of pictures, and even got caught in some intense rain!

This is the little town of Ballycastle, in Northern Ireland. A lot of Sam's family live here, so we visited them during my time in Antrim. It was absolutely gorgeous there! I loved how the houses were built right to the edge of the peninsula. The scenery was gorgeous, because you could see misty cliffs in the distance in one direction, and Raithlin Island in another. The waves were huge that day, and it was windy. We would be walking along the beach and suddenly a wave would crash and sweep right in and I would be doing a little dance to keep just ahead of it so that my feet wouldn't get soaked!

There was this cool rock that had a face in it too, but I can't get any more pictures up right now. I don't even know if this post will work.

Three Weeks In

Three week anniversary today!
Haha...
So...
Here I am...
In many ways it feels a LOT longer than 3 weeks.
I was going to say it feels like I haven't been here long at all too, but then I thought about it and No...to be honest it does just feel like I've been here a lot longer than 3 weeks.
And I am happy to be here. I know this is where I am supposed to be. I wouldn't want to be anywhere else right now.
So therefore I am not homesick.
BUT...
I am really lonely.
Dear Wise Mother always told me I would enjoy travelling more if I went with someone, and now I know it is true...however, I also know that I am supposed to be here by myself (this time around!) and I know that when I look back on this it will be a fantastic "growing experience" and it will "build character" or something :P
But it's been hard since I haven't made any real friends yet, and I'm missing all of you.

*cue for sympathy...but please no tea. I have to pee enough as it is*

Boring Newsy Stuff

(Originally written for Facebook...please forgive any repitition)

Lately I have been volunteering a lot at the Operation Christmas Child shoebox check-in centre. It is just a tiny little warehouse (and I mean TINY) with no heat, and just one bare lightbulb! But the women who are running the whole thing work very hard and long hours, giving talks at local schools, talking on the radio, accepting and tallying boxes from groups and individuals and all sorts of other things! All I do is check each box individually, taking out "taboo" items, or adding in things that weren't put in. Each box should have "2 W's, 2 T's, 2 S's". I have the little mantra running over and over in my head now: "Warm, Wash, Toy, Teddy, Stationary, Sweets...Warm, Wash, Toy...." And then tape 'em up, carton them in big cardboard boxes and mark them. It is tiring and a lot of work, but very cool. Its so nice when you get the nicely wrapped boxes with each item so obviously put in with a lot of love and care. It just makes you think how happy the kid that gets it will be!!
As for sight-seeing, since my big bout of it in Northern Ireland I've been to Cahir castle (which was cool, but hard to take good pictures of), a beach near Cork, and now I've been to Cork city twice. Its really neat to see a city that is so old and has so much history, and how it retains that old-ish flavor even as modern day things are built around and inside of it. Shopping in Cork was cool because of all its neat little shops and alleyways. Restraunts and coffee shops are tucked into the upper floors and nooks and crannies. I could spend days there, I'm sure.
OH YEAH!My visa...Well we went to the local police station and talked to the emmigration officer there, and he got me all set up for a special little card thing that I have to have with me "at all times". That comes on Thursday. But I'm in the all clear to stay until July! So that is good! Everything has worked out really well.
Anyway, that's all I can think of right now...its good to hear from you all :)

I've Always Said its the Worst Month

What is it about November that is so depressing in every way?!?!
I remember doing a post on it last year, and in the past day or so, myself and 2 other bloggers have posted about our pet peeves. November really brings out the worst.

I Have Succumbed!!!

I cruelly left you in suspense of my mysterious "second item"!
Well yesterday I gave in and bought it...
And quite truthfully I only got it because its necessary for my work here...
Sigh.
Yes, I now own a cell phone (or "mobile" as they call them..but maybe Canadian people do to, and I just live under a rock, which is entirely possible).
It is my first cell phone ever, and I've put it off as long as I could.
I have always professed a great hatred for the cell phone.
Ok, well maybe not really the phone itself. More the culture around it.
I fully realize its convenience and practicality, which is the reason I have one now. But I absolutely despise the phone that has some poor soul sucked into its orbit; where the fingers are glued to the buttons, constantly texting, playing games, downloading...whatever.
If you want to know one way to really, really, really get under my skin, and is quite possibly one of my biggest pet peeves EVER, just text someone in the middle of your conversation with me! Maybe that sounds selfish, but I hate it when someone is so attached to their phone that they tune out the rest of the world.
(I have a similar beef with iPods, you might recall...)
So while I will enjoy the convenience of my phone, I will be very strict with myself about all the gimmicks and stuff. I might allow myself a funny ringtone, but it shall remain a dutiful "strictly business" phone.
And I won't care that it takes me 10 minutes to text a short sentence.
I will wear that as a badge of honor... :P



ps. On a side note-- I went and replied to each of your comments...