Every Summer I work at a Camp called Nutimik. This summer was a blast. I got a lot closer to friends and i learned many new things about God and the Bible. The theme this summer was "Choose the life". This theme was a very fitting theme as many of the campers decided to choose the life. I was head Lifeguard for most of the summer, but i got to do some counseling with two of my best friends. This past week was great. The girls all dug deep into what God had to say to them. I got to try water skiing. Which surprisingly..i don't fail at. I want to thank everyone who was a part of my amazing summer and i encourage you all to partake in another amazing summer next year. -Brittany
Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today
Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
and no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace
You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope some day you'll join us
And the world will be as one
Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brother hood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world
You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope some day you'll join us
And the world will live as one
By: John Lennon
My dog is a very special breed, his breed is called "the idiot of all idiot" breed. You see, he's a lemon beagle and when beagles eat..they don't stop. Therefore this causes my dog "snoopy" to eat oh lets see..batteries, pencils, pens, anything you can write with actually, used Kleenex's, old paper, anything you leave on the ground or within reach of his tongue. Now, you must understand that he is no noob to somthing we call a stomach pump. I'm pretty sure it's actually a thrill for him to see how much crap he can eat before we have to take him to get his stomach pumped. (When i say the word crap, i mean it, he eats his own poo) But..here is my theory as to why he eats his own dodo; IT LOOKS LIKE CHOCOLATE..to him at least. See hes now officially eaten my whole chocolate santa (quite large, it's a shame, considering i was saving it for mmm approx 3 years) and lets see a whole big tub container of gummies shaped like bunnies, all my lil bro's Easter chocolate, my moms Israeli chocolates and i don't even know what else. Oddly enough......HE'S NOT DEAD YET! oh wait, we aren't even at the best part....when he eats all this crap and realizes that all he can do for the next few days is throw up he thinks that eating a pound of grass by the hour will save him. And then when the grass doesn't go down smoothly he drinks up all the water in my mom's new plug in fountain thingy. This disaster that i now clean up after is called....the idiot of all idiot...Snoopy. -Brittany
I went to the doctor today and i must say that i think i learned more just sitting in the waiting room then actually going into the office. When i was sitting in the chair waiting, i saw this really small child maybe 3 years old. She was walking around (well mostly wobbling) and smiling at random people. It made me reaize how intricate our bodies really are. Like imagine, how on earth does all the stuff that fits into an average adult body fit into a child of maybe 3 years old. Our bodies are amazing. I had the privilege to go to an exhibit called body worlds in edmonton one summer. It was amazing, yes i saw many many dead people, but that's the whole point. Looking at how amazing and intricate the body is, made me cry. I still cry when i think about it. The fact that my brain is telling my fingers where to move to type this is incredible. Its impossible for someone to say the human race is an accident. God created us. No "bang" can somehow manage to fit everything we have in our bodies into the space that we individually use. This is an amazing work of art. I am marveled at this art work and i will never say and accident created us. Thanks God for all you did to make me. -Brittany
So i often have wondered what happens to bugs in the winter. Do they all commit a mass suicide or do they hide in the ground until its time to come out again. Well whatever they do it is cool. Today i had to go to the washroom which is a normal reoccurring thing in my life. So i walk into the washroom and in the stall next to me i hear my friend Christina giggling softly to herself. I said "Hey Nina!! whats soo funny?" and then she told me all about how when she looked into the toilet she saw a dead ant floating around. Obviosly this was a mass suicide attempt. The only thing wrong with this statement is that there was only one ant. So here is the story of that one lonely ant floating in the bowl of doom. "Ahh..what a lovely day it is today, i think i might go on a walk." Said Alfred the ant. Alfred sang a merry tune as he walked, it went like this: " I hate my life, It is cold, i have no fat to keep me warm, I want to die, but I'm to shy, to lead my friends to suicide"Now Alfred is not suicidal as much as you may think he is. Honestly from his wife's perspective Alfred is a happy ant who is having an identity crises because he feels he looks like his brother even tho they are not twins. Alfred feels that he will become great leader by leading all his family and friends (234565745757423480123) (that's how many friends and family he has) (oh..just kidding 6000000, just died a second ago from the shock of hearing how many relatives they had) Well anyways... lets try that sentence again.....Alfred feels that he will become a freat leader by leading all his family and friends (234565745757417480123) to mass suicide so that they will not have to deal with winter any longer. Alfred gathered his followers (6) and decided that they would take the plunge into the bowl of doom as a team. To bad for Alfred tho....wanna know why? Well when they got to the top of the bowl..all 6 of them. Alfred decided to tell them a joke..."What's brown and sticky?" Al and Fred (his sons) replied with "Dad you idiot, the answers a stick.....now DIE!!!!!" and with that Al and Fred pushed their father into the bowl of doom. This may seem like a sad story to you, but to me this is a story of joy...why is that you ask? well...the answer is....I hate ants. And that is why there was an ant in Christina's toilet bowl. -Brittany
