Age to age he stands, and time is in his hands...

Hello there.

Okay, so I didn't quite keep my promise of writing in my blog more often than once every two weeks, but I've been a busy bee.

Went to the Zoo last friday with Cateroo for the day, which was great fun. I really think £4.10 is money well spent considering it costs £5.00 into the cinema. Although it would get a bit monotonous after a while, if you went to the zoo every single week. There's only so much fun you can have whilst watching animals go for a poo, which reminds me- the elephants really are in much need of some shower gel or something. Sheesh, they stink. We took lots of funny photos, mostly imitating the animals and played in the park for a good while on the seesaw thingy. We truly do have the best days out, us two.

On Sunday morning at about nine Caters and I headed up to Summer Madness. When we got there, it made us really upset that we couldn't stay, and would have to go home again at 6. Grrrr. It was great, though- the worship, pete greig, seeing the dubliners and just generally the whole atmosphere. Next year we'll all be eighteen, so there won't be any hassle getting up there. We can go all by ourselves because we'll be adults- cannot wait.

Went into town with some of the girls on Tuesday to see Shrek the 3rd. I don't care what these so- called critics say; I thought it was just as good as the first two, if not better. In fact, I laughed out loud many times throughout it. After shrek, Nikki and I went to head home. Or so we thought. What might've been a half-hour train journey to Carrick ended up taking three times as long. Okay, so we didn't really know what time the train was meant to come at,so once we got inside the station and saw that it was due in at 17.40 and the time was 17.40, we began to run.

When we got to platform 4, we asked a random woman where the train to Larne was and she pointed to platform three. A dirty liar is what she turned out to be. Not only did she point us to the wrong platform, oh no, she pointed us to the train headed for Portrush. Thanks.
After nearly ( and traumatically) getting on the portrush train, we saw a sign saying our train was cancelled. So we waited until we saw a train sitting in platform four. We didn't know where it was going, because there were too many signs so we just got on it and prayed it was the right one. It was. Only there was a problem on the tracks so it was being delayed until the problem was fixed. We then ended up getting on another train, going to "Whitehead." That's what the sign said anyway. It didn't bloody end up going to Whitehead, which meant that Carrick was the last stop, so we had to get off and get soaked in the rain, running with a broken umbrella that nearly had people's eyeballs out.

I've been doing Kids Club since Tuesday, which means getting up very early, thus me being extremely tired. It is rather good fun , I must say, so I can't complain.

Yesterday Nikki and I went on a walk to Mauds and I had a small tub with pooh bear, chocolate brownies and strawberries and cream, not just all pooh bear. Shocker, I know.
After that we walked into Carrick and spent about an hour looking at all the different Barry M dazzle dusts and deliberating over which to choose, therefore we left superdrug with multi-coloured glittery hands. We also dandered about looking for something to wear to Sarah's party, but then remembered we both didn't have any money left, so we headed home.

I can tell that next week is going to be stressful already, since I have yet to get everything I need for Moldova and it is both Sarah and Nicki's 18th birthday.
Moldova is so close. It's almost a week away and to be honest, I don't know if I'm really prepared. I'm a real mixture of excitement and nervousness at the minute, the latter feeling being because of the difference in culture, primarily, as well as the thought of something going wrong, which it will. I do know that whatever happens, happens and that we are all in God's hands, so that's all that really matters.

I am excited though at the thought of meeting all the kids and bringing joy to people who really are a lot less well off than us, both spiritually and monetarily.
It really is going to be the trip of a lifetime, I just know. I have only really come to the realization that it is such a big deal. Why I don't feel prepared, I don't know. But, maybe that's a good thing.
Maybe going out there in my current state of mind will make the experience all the more valuable and worthwhile.


This is the start, I think, of bigger things to come.