Lions Head..

Hey, so I'm living in another cottage.. It's near Lions Head which I'm sure means nothing to most of you.. So let me explain. You drive for 30 minutes into the countryside.. then you pass the quaint little town of wiarton whose mascot is an albino groundhog named Wiarton Willie.(Canada's official groundhog-day groundhog.. for anyone who's interested) After that, you drive nearly 30 minutes more (15 of those minutes down a dirt road) where you come to one street with some cottages on it. I'm in one of those cottages. I don't have a phone, and my neighbours are not there because they dont use their cottages till mid summer. Haha.. So yes, i'm living in the woods by myself.. No, not ALL by myself. I adopted a dog named Shadow. He is six years old, and is a collie/lab mix. He's got ears that remind me of bat wings, and he lies there like a slug. He is 60 pounds of pet-me-or-i'll-die. Here is his picture. Here is also a picture of where I live now.

Life at the Beach

Hi, so it's been quite a while since I posted last. I'm really sorry.. but for all I know, maybe nobody noticed. At any rate, not only my socks, but my pants, underwear AND hat have been blessed off. I really wanted the chance to get away and there was a cottage sitting at the beach which had been renovated for winter, but was unoccupied. I called my uncle and asked if I could stay there from approximately April 1st until the second week of June.. And now here I am, living on my own in a 3 bedroom house without paying rent or utilities. I'm currently living with a guy named Zak. He plays bass.. we're a disfunctional family-- whereby we just verbally abuse each other all the time. (If any of you from c'wray ever heard me and sarah sitton go at it-- yes its a lot like that, although lately he's decided to kick the habit of making fun of me because he feels badly for doing it so often, and assures me his actions don't represent how he feels.) It's all in good fun, and deep down inside i'm sure there are gooey sensitive feelings somewhere. He's mostly around so creepy men will leave me alone.. So yes. That's where I'm at. I'm nolonger a nanny. I quit my job. I felt like I shouldn't be there anymore. I've yet to decide about this church job. It really depends on how we get along. I'm very liberal in my theology and expression of faith-- i've grown a tonne since capernwray. So if those things don't line up with what the church is doing, then I can't take the job. I'll be going to meet with the pastor in a few weeks and get to know him a little. So all of that being said.. Here are some pictures of the place i'm staying.. our cozy sanctuary: the kitchen, the livingroom, my bedroom upstairs.. (yah, sweet balcony).. uhm.. there's one of Zak in there.. so thats about it. Okay, take care guys and drop me a line. I have dial-up and so I can get onto the internet a bit more.