So I wake in the night and turn my fan off, and roll over to back to sleep when something large, something palm sized, runs up my back! Yes, that's right - it's dark, I'm in someone else's home and my worst fear comes true, an unknown but large something crawls on me(towards me head). And I'm left frantic!
It was really horrible, but I managed to keep it between me and my roommate. So we've shaken everything out, and I'm standing on the floor considering a Britney Spears hairstyle, and trying to decide what to do for the rest of the long, dark, scary night, when my loving roommate motions that I should move towards her and away from the door. So I wasn't exactly rational and that had me scrambling to get back on the previously "deadly" top bunk! And this time the fervour managed to escape our "room". And our midwife woke to see if we were maybe catching a baby mid-air or something, only to find out I was freaking, and that the culprit in this case was actually a cockroach (had I only known).
So it's still in the middle of the night, and I break down - I'm crying on the top bunk and looking frantically around for the "enemy". And forgive me for this, please, in that moment I hated this place, and I wanted to go home!
But my loving roommate took one for the team and climbed up on to the top bunk, and took the spot by the "crack" (between the bed and the wall and the uncloseable window), and then I took the edge of the bed, next to her. And that is how we went to sleep, after I spent 2hours staring at the ceiling.
So if any of you have misconceptions about my bravery in coming here, now you know. I'm an irrational, emotional baby!

We've had a couple miss-adventures this week and both right in the coziness of our own home! Well on our patio at least. Do you remember that I told you about the rat problem? In the spirit of selfishness, we eagerly placed plates of rat poison in both our attic spaces (ie: the space between our ceiling and the corrugated metal sheets hung over it, it is not sealed!). And I am here to inform you that it kinda worked...
Two days ago I noticed a foul odour occurring right outside our door, and upon investigation we found a dead rat tucked very tightly in the drain underneath our cement walkway! Yes, pleasant isn't it! Well God happened to send our dear Aussie friend to visit us that day and she (being G.I. Jane), went in after it and pulled it using muscle and plastic bags alone! Thank the LORD for Kerrin!
So now here we are with a dead rat in a bag in a tupperware container (bye bye tupperware), and its just been garbage day and we don't want a rat carcass stinking things up, whatdya do? I've realized that we have a luxury at home I've never before appreciated - the Yellow Pages! Well, this was just miss-adventure #1, there was more to come!
So yesterday afternoon I step outside to make lunch (we have an outdoor kitchen), and I hear this sad soft whimpering. And I say, "Dear sweet goodness, WHAT IS IT?" Well, its a cat, yes, a sad wreck of a cat that is not in good shape (on it's best day), and is currently in it's last moments! Yes, we had a cat die on our porch, probably after it was in our attic and eating our rat poison. And that one had to be put in a plastic bag too.
So now we have two dead animals in bags, just sitting there. Luckily when we had our Filipino friends over for dinner they decided the best thing was to go up the street to where some garbage trucks are parked overnight and throw em in the back. And so we said goodbye to our four-legged friends.
This morning our dear Ate Doris came back and the brave little women climbed into our attic spaces to search out anymore failing animals, which there luckily were not. And we took down the rat poison too. I must say I'm a little afraid to step outside now, what might we find next? Yes, these are the miss-adventures of a house of girls in a foreign country!

So I'm reaching the end of my time in Canada! Yikes. And thank God.

I'm really ready to go and start this, there's nothing that I want more than to be apart of this midwifery thing already.  Or to leave this darn cold nation!  On the flip side, I'm less than thrilled to be leaving again - more goodbyes!

I'm in town for about 4 more days and then onto Vancouver on Friday.  I'm gonna take Fri night and Saturday to stop in at a 24-7 Prayer room on Main and E Hastings.  Hoping that the time in the prayer room will be really helpful in transitioning out of home and into missions, commiting this whole next step to God, hearing from Him outside of the everyday grind.

Then way too early on Sunday morn, I will see dearest Lindsey again and we will catch a big bad airplane and cross the Pacific (very slowly let me asure you!).  And it will all begin.

So that's it folks - bring on 30C+, millions of people, baby-catching, flip flops and arachnids that might kill me (by sight alone)!  And I covet your prayers.

"I just made a total elf of myself."
So I did this way back on Christmas day and forgot to share it with you all.  Enjoy!

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So I'm posting a new blog today, apparently I'm down to once a month now, sorry!

So once again I'm blogging about my car - only this time I'm not able to solve its needs so easily.  In fact this time I need to take it to a shop (I've never done that before - eeks!)  My power steering fluid is not staying in its tank so much - apparently its a bit cold out (ahem!).  I'm hoping that the shop will cost less than the car (and that was $200)!

But the real reason I'm concerned about my car - aside from trying to have a life up here - is that Kayte and I are trying to go down to Cowtown in 2 weeks.  So to all of my Calgary friends this is my heads up - we are coming to town!  Now once I actually know yay or nay, I'll make a much bigger hoohah about coming.  But this is to say I want to come down, hopefully for the 12-14th.