like an abandoned warehouse

Do you guys remember myspace? How it used to be all the rage until it was crushed in the wake called Facebook. Well the other day I was reminded of myspace and I thought to myself, "Man, I still have a myspace page out there...I really should delete that." So I just went to myspace. I don't want to use the word pathetic buuut...let's just say it's trying a little too hard to be like facebook.

I had a myspace blog so I checked it out. This post that I wrote back on May 2, 2007 seemed fitting to share with you now since my dad has been heavy on my heart the past few days.

"Seriously had one of the strangest dreams of my life a few nights ago...

I'm walking down the road towards our church when suddenly the wrath of GOD is poured out on Loon Lake in the form of thousands of tornados. How do I know it's the wrath of GOD? I just do, I also know that He is going to destroy all the non-believers. Then out of no where my dad is before me and he has been rendered unconcious, he falls forward into my arms and in that split second I know that GOD is going to take him unless I intercede. So as the tornados are drawing closer I lay on the ground in the middle of Taylor's field and start crying out to GOD on my dads behalf. I'm holding him tightly as it starts to pour rain. Then I notice that 3 girls have joined us, I know that they are angels. I ask them if they are there to help me intercede for my dad, they nod yes but I also know they are there to protect me from the coming wrath. Silently they all hold hands and form a circle around us, somehow they have enough hands to lay them on me as well. I close my eyes tight, cling to my dad with all the strength I can, willing him to stay on the ground and continue crying out to GOD. When I open my eyes I realize that we are in the centre of a tornado. As it rages around us I scream to GOD to have mercy on my dad, to give him more time. I'm sobbing, my hair is being whipped around me and my clothes are being tugged at by the rushing winds. The tornado passes. Soon after another one engulfs us, I continue to pray and cry and yet in the midst of all this I struggle to pull out my cell phone and I grip it tightly while I take a picture of what we are in. Over and over again tornados rage over us, and over and over again I scream to GOD for more time, for mercy. All the while the 3 angels hold hands and stay with us.

Slowly my dream fades away and I wake up with a very odd feeling in the pit of my stomach. I spent the entire next day with my dad. Maybe GOD is trying to tell me something? And maybe it was because I watched the first half hour of The Wizard of Oz the day before."

I still remember that dream vividly in my mind. Hmmm.

Also, one of these days I'll get around to deleting my myspace page. It's kind of creepy knowing it's just out there on the world wide web.

Dear Cancer,

Please leave my friends, family and community alone. No one wants you.

Sincerely,
Joni

So there was this one time...

There's been a lot of things happening latley but nothing that I really feel is blog material so I'm digging into the recesses of my brain to tell you a memory. But what story do I tell? Do I tell about the time I laid hands on a broken doorbell? Or about that one time some guy asked Debbie and I if we had any weed? Or I could tell you about one time when I got bit by a bat (at last I think it was a bat bite) Hmmmmmm...

Actually I'm just stalling because earlier today I remembered a story and I really, really, really wanted to blog it. Now though, I can't remember the story for the life of me.

maybe I'll remember tomorrow and blog it.

Sing the blues away

My friend Amy saw this and she said it made her think of me...hmmmm. However that is to be taken I'm still glad she did think of me because this has brought me many laughs over the past few days! I hope it at least brings a smile to your face.

Thanks Amy!

Oh that Henry

I live next door to this wonderful old man, he's in his 80's and before moving into town lived on a farm his whole life. He's very smart, very active and is not used to living in town yet (he still owns his tracor, it sits in the backyard)

Henry hates dandelions, hates them. If there's a dandelion within 50 feet of his yard you can consider that poor weed flower as good as dead. It's Henry's duty, no, his delight to destroy all of said yellow plants.

One morning last summer I walked out of my house, when I turned around to walk towards my car I saw a man in my front yard swinging a sickle. I jumped, my heart momentarily stopping, thinking that for sure the apocolypse was taking place and my head was about to be disconnected from my body. The sickle came down, I cringed...

Henry killed that dandelion in my front yard good.