I'm a very model of a modern major general-izer.

As many of my friends point out, when I speak or blog, I'm a generaliser. (I prefer the English way of spelling, that is if 'generaliser' is actually a word).

And what this blog is my warning to all who will or have read my 'thoughts'.

I generalise, and well there will always be specific cases that don't fit my hypotheses (love that word), and that if I'm totally and utterly wrong with what I think, then please tell me.

But if one john-joey-jimbob (or whatever your name is) has an instance that doesn't fit my thoughts, don't think I’m trying to exclude or even offend you.

I'm just trying to work out how this wacky world works (and inturn working out how God works)

So yeah, please tell me if you disagree with my thoughts, I have no problem with being wrong (anymore... that was a hard one to deal with) and if you agree tell me the same.


Oh and if any of you out there are wondering if I did offend someone, haha, not yet.. :)

¶ 4:42 AM //  

Okay probably about to open a can of worms, but well, eh....

So, You know you've lost weight when you can feel your shoulder blades.
I was in the shower this morning, (yes I'm a morning shower person if you're wondering) and I realised I could feel my shoulder blades, I don't ever remember having them there before.

See the thing is, for all of you out there who don't know, I have spent the last year or around, on a couple of mission teams. Which means long hours, lots of work, pressure, stress, relationship issues (both types) etc.. And out of all that it seems my body handles it in an unusual way.

Nearly everyone I've caught up with since being back in Australia has mentioned my weight within the first few sentences. I'm currently sitting at 89kgs (196 lbs for you North Americans) which I guess is a decent amount of difference from when I left. (I was about 96-100kgs or 210-220) but the funny thing was that the last 2 months of my stay in Canada, I was fed soo well it wasn't funny. God blessed my mission team with an abundance of food. And I was thinking I must of been even skinnier before that.

But this isn't something new, as my trip to Utah in 2002, I lost nearly 20kgs from 120kgs(260lbs) and then again I wasn't eating badly (hehe some may say I was) but I think stress has a lot to do with it. Both ended up being stressful experiences, and I guess my body deals with that in that way.

So I guess I'm not really making a point yet, it just seems from talking to some female friends about their trips overseas, the opposite happens (even though talking to females about weight is always a bad start. And feel free to get on your high horses ladies, I've had a whole year of it, and its the truth)

Just wondering if anyone has had things like this happen? Like I don't want to bring up bad weight stories, last thing I want to do, heck it doesn't even have to be about weight. When you've traveled have you come back with a significant change and not really realised it? And what could of caused it?


Yeah seriously who would of thought I'd ever blog on weight issues.

¶ 2:05 AM //  

Okay yes I know, it has been a while....

Changing countries can do that to you. Coming home has been weird, I'll be honest. Walking into my old house, into my old room, seeing my old cat (still as moody as ever), seeing my old bathroom ;)
It has been very weird, very unreal in a sad sense.

Please don't get me wrong, I love that I'm home my friends have made me feel very welcome, and I can't tell you how good it is to be back around family, it’s just that nothing feels real. As a friend has put it, it feels like I'm on holiday from Canada, and haven't realised that I'm not going back.

Anyways that’s just a rant to set up my real reason to blog. (I have a habit of setting my blogs up like this, oh well)

A few weeks ago I had my laptop stolen, and with that all my photos and a lot of my work from my Ignite Year went. But also with that I lost all my emails and more problematic, all of my contacts, emails and phone numbers.
So this isn't too bad, I thought, I still had my computer back in Australia with all my Australian contacts.

Boh Boh, it seems my technologically advance sister (NOT) had managed to virus it, and I lost everything.
So the whole talk about fresh start has been on my mind.

I snuck into the country so I could restart my life. For those who don't know, I came into the country a week or so before I was spose to, and have surprised a few close friends, but well that’s over.

But now, I have this massive opportunity. I have no job, no car, no mobile (cell) phone, no real contact point, in some ways no strength (been sick) but a lot of expectation.

What do I do?

What will life look like?

What rules will I set up to help me with my life?

Any suggestions??

¶ 8:00 PM //