And they're hangin their stockings!!!

I sat this morning as ate my breakfast watching the original How the Grinch Stole Chritmas . I was immediatley brought back to my childhood. I remembered my Dad on christmas eve reading that story. He would start out in a nice narrative voice with the "every who down in who ville..." but then his voice would change as he read the words of the grinch "And they're hanging their stockings" He would drum his fingers at the part where the grinch was doing the same. He read with such tone and aflection, it made the storey come alive. I will always rember that, and i just thought i would let you all in on that pice of childhood history.
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Hey All

Hey All,
Its been a few days since i've posted last. Ive been pretty busy with school. Papers, test, labs, exams next week. Just the normal year end stuff. Im really looking forward to the christmas break. Im gonna be working some but im actually looking forward to it. It will be a nice break from all the books. Plus i miss all the residents, I really grew to love them last year. oh yeah i work at a retirement Home in case you were wondering about what residents i was loving. Well i guess i should sign off, i have more to do today then i would like :(
love ya!

Hair Cut

Ok so i got a hair cut. This first pic is my new hair cut in a straight style. The 2nd is my hair curly. The hair dresser was AWESOME. Her name was Devon and man, i will be goin back to her. Anyway just thought id post these for u my e-audience.
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Look at my new Mittens!!!!!

"look at my new mittens!!!!" a little girl shreiks excitedly as she sits upon her daddy's shoulders. She, along with everyone else huddled on University Ave. is there to Watch the Santa CLause Parade. A few of my friends, and I all decided to go. Although my toes suffered emensly due to the cold, it was all worth it. I sure had a good time. After the parade we all went back to my friend's apartment and had hot chocolate and cookies, MMMMM. It was soo much fun. The guys and the girls seemed to separate once we arrived at the apt. The guys went to the living room and watched Hockey as the girls sat at the kitchen table doing what we do best, TALKING. There is something about girl talk. The stories, the laughter, and the knowladge that these women know exactly what u mean. A nice break from the conversations held in a co-ed group or worse yet, a male only audience. As 330 am rolled around we ended our long talk. I was tired yet i was not at all phased by it because in the end quality time with the girls is so much more important!!!!
PS: 5 wks till christmas!

Alabaster Box

Here is a song by CeCe Winnns. It is soo beautiful.

The room grew still
As she made her way to Jesus
She stumbled through the tears,
That make her blind
She felt such pain
Some spoke in anger
Heard folks whisper
There's no place here for her kind

Still on she came
Through the shame that flushed her face
Until at last she knelt before his feet
And though she spoke no words
Everything she said was heard
As she poured her love for the master
From her box of Alabaster

Chorus
And I've come to pour
My praise on Him like oil
From Mary's Alabaster Box
Don't be angry if I wash His feet with my tears
And I dry them with my hair
You weren't there the night He found me
You did not feel what I felt
When He wrapped His loving arms around me
And you don't know the cost
Of the oil in my Alabaster box

I can't forget the way life used to be
I was a prisoner to the sin that had me bound
And I spent my days
Poured my life without measure
Into a little treasure boxI thought I found
Until the day when Jesus came to me
And healed my soul with the wonder of His touch

So now I'm giving back to Him
All the praise He's worthy of
I've been forgiven and that's whyI love Him so much

Chorus

1st Snow

So today we had our first snow of the season. As i walked uptown from Infusion, a local tea place to the City Market the snow began to fall softly. Ed, a friend from school grumbled,not happy with this cold white matter. i on the other hand was pretty happy. After we parted ways, and i got on my bus and he on his, my mind began to wander as it often does on the bus. I remebered back to another first snow. It was when we still lived in Freddy. I can rember the night like it was last week. We were downtown and going to KOD. The quiet streets of fredericton were dusted with powdered surgar like snow, and the light flakes swilled gentlly around the street lamps. We went home and that night i was determined to sleep in the bathtub. Yes yes i was an odd child. Anyway, what that had to do with my storey i dont know. So back on track here. I love the first snow. It quickens peoples stepp slightly, they pull there coats a little tighter, and there is a sense that christmas is coming. It also make a city look so fresh and clean. It covers the town with a blanket of whiteness. It makes everything look beautiful. I hesitate to talk to much about christmas cause it is no where near time. But this first snow sure makes me want to. Anyway, i guess thats it for me, im off to work on a lab assignment. Although id preffere to be out catching snowflakes on my tongue!
Love you all
Naomi

So intrigued

i have about a million things i could and would like to post about. i may make a few posts, we will see. my first post is about people. I am amazed at some people. They do nothing to retain friends, and some even do things to burn brideges, yet somehow they feel they have the right to be mad when the action is reciprocated, or when they are less than eager to answer their beckon call. Somep people don't seem to realize that if you want friends u actually have to make an effort. Or heres a noval idea, BE NICE?! Oh well humanity can certainly be a mystery. And on that note i will end this post.
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Never forget

I stood crying in the freezing cold, the tears stinging my face. I saw this old man all hunched over, trying deparately to stand tall as he marched with his fellow legion members. He was once a young, strong man, one who stood tall as he boarded a ship to go off and fight for his country, OUR country.
This scene brought back memories of my grampy. Of how he used to march for Remeberence day. Of how he would proudly wear his legion uniform, and march. He didn't talk about the war, but even when it was bitterly cold, and his legs were plagued with pain, he would still march, head held high. It made me think of of all of those boys who gave thier lives for us. But it made me think too of the people who are STILL giving thier lives. Everyday we have men and women defending our country's great name. They leave their parents, spouse, children. It is in my opinion, them who John Macrea refferes to in his famous poem , In Flanders Feild. "...Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields. " It is this phrase that bridges the past with the present. It makes remeberence day about more than what those brave men did those many years ago. It makes it about the things our troops are able to do today because of them.

Albert was a wise man

As u all know i am a Student Nurse. I study the human body and all of its intricate workings. I study how to facilitate healing, both physical and emotional. I of course am one who believes in God, and how he created the universe. He made man in his image, planned us out thoughtfuly. Not only did he know that if we were going to fct as an organism then we would need to have some physological "constants" , he knew all the processes that would help maintain this homeostatic balance. I sit in lectures where a professure discusses the precieseness of a process in the body, maintaing Blood pH, or the small window of temperature fluctuation possible b4 cell death, and the ways in which our body adapts to that, and i marvel. I see the works of His hand day after day. I am reminded of what an amazing creator i have. And yet i am taught to believe there was no maker, no master craftsman, just a serious of coincidental happenings that produced grand results. Im sorry guys i just dont buy it. I'll sign off quoting a famous scientist "the more i study science, the more i believe in God" ~ Albert Einstien

What a weekend

So i went home this weekend. There had been promises of some great social activities, emphisis on Promises. Well, friday night i got in later than expected, that was issue #1. A few of us still deceided to get together. Well i was having a ok time, but our driver wasnt so much enjoying herself so we left. Then saturday night, went to a party, didnt know anyone, which isnt too bad but add that to a boring party... it sucks. Wanted to go downtown but SOME ppl didnt want to so that sucked too. (hmmm i think the word of the night is sucks) Sunday was church, enjoyed that as usual. Went out for lunch with a friend had a good time. Felt so natural to be back in the city. That afternoon i spent some time with my mom. It was GREAT! We sat in Starbucks, and talked, so freely and about so many different things. I really enjoyed my time.
So did friday and Sat night dissapoint? yeah, but ya know what? i wouldnt change my weekend for the world.
Lookin forward to the next time im home, maybe spend some time with my dad. We do the whole MSN thing, but somehow its just not the same.