Back in the Homeland!!!

Excuse the tardiness of this. Life has been UBER busy since the move.

Well, after leaving 7 hours later than planned, recieving a speeding ticket from a worship pastor, running into my friend at the border, and a day later, I arrived back to the homeland!!!

Yes, that's right! I, Tyco, am back in Canayda for good. But before we go any further into how life is going up here, I would like to share with you the adventure that I had.

1. I left Seven hours later than planned:

I always know that whenever someone moves, they leave later than planned. I'm actually quite surprised that I left as soon as seven hours after my designated departure time. I have known some people who have left 1-3 days after their designated departure time. So, relatively speaking it wasn't so bad.


2. I got a speeding ticket from a worship pastor:

I don't know if you have ever gotten a speeding ticket before. For some reason, I always hear this voice inside my head telling me that I will be getting a speeding ticket. It's happened to me twice before. This time was no different. Acutally, the thought in my mind was, "Wouldn't it be funny if I got a speeding ticket on my last trip out of California?" Lo and Behold, I got a speeding ticket with only 30 miles left in California. Funny that, eh?

But the cool part was the cop and I had a really good conversation about ministry and life. (For some reason, I always get into really good convo's with random people.) He shared with me how he was the worship leader at his church and is thinking about heading into fulltime ministry after working for the CHP a little while longer. So, we were able to encourage each other and give each other our blessing. The cool part was that He wrote me up for going only 75mph in a 70mph when he originally clocked me for going 84mph. My old roommate (the cop) said that the court might even throw out the ticket because I was only 'going five over.'

3. I ran into my friend at the border.

I always am nervous about what to expect when crossing the border, because they are so strict. But I never expected the blessing that I recieved when I crossed this last time. Because I am moving back, I had to declare my goods that I was bringing across... sometimes (if they don't like you) they can make your day miserable.

So, I had to go into the border office so they can process my 'Returning Resident' paperwork; changing my residency from USA back to Canada. When I was waiting in line, I was called forward to the counter. I couldn't believe it, but it was my old highschool buddy, Kyle Harrison. So, we had a good chat, talked about church and where God is directing us and about his new marriage. He processed my paperwork without a problem and approved all my goods that I brought across... praise the Lord!

So, my trip back went really smooth and without a hitch! I praise God for the way he has blessed me and even been gracious to me (even when I was being disobedient to the speed laws) as I took my last trip back to Canada.

I will have my Canadian number up soon, but not yet.

Maia's Dream man...

For the Sake of not regurgitating a wonderful story... I would recommend you to read my friend, Maia's, latest blog. It's plumb full of pleasant goodness, yo!

Maia's Blog

Generation "P"

So, I have noticed something resurfacing in me that I thought was dead... at least it didn't feel as strong as it does now.

Procrastination - to put off till another day or time; defer; delay.

As I am supposed-to-be packing for my gigantic move, I have noticed this P-word growing into me, more and more and more. It's slowly growing and I can feel myself becoming lazier and less motivated to pack.

For example, I installed an video game (Civilization III)onto my computer today and have ended up playing it for a few hours when, in the back of my mind, I can hear this nagging voice saying, "Time to pack! You can be using this time for something productive." That's when I catch myself saying under my breath, "Behind me Mr. Nay-sayer of procrastination! For you do not know the playfulness in me, but only my workful drive!" (ok, that was a REALLY sad whole last statement... now I'm wondering why there's thunder clouds forming above me.)

I have realized that there is a whole generation that has devoted their life to this P-word. It feels so good, to put off work and play more.

So, tomorrow, I'm starting a society to celebrate procrastination! Anybody with me?

Love; twue love...

I think I'm in love...

The other day I went to my friend Brandon Saubert's (Saubo) place and checked out their 'done-up' bachelor pad.

It was stinkin sweet! Well, stinkin would not be a good expression, because that is negative. It's like a sweet smelling, freshly-baked-goods-by-your-mother-smell sweet!

Anyhoo, I didn't fall in love with their 60" screen in the dining room, or their converted livingroom in to a theatre with an "HD" projector that I loved. Nor was it the heart-stopping, bone-crushing, deafening, kick-bottom sound system they had attached to it. I fell in love with what they played for a demo.

Her name, Alison Krauss - She did the soundtrack for the movie Oh Brother, Whereart Thou?

First of all, she has a German name, that's hot.

Secondly, she can sing like a flipping angel. (actually, do angels really flip? I don't know... never seen one... but then again, I've never heard an angel sing. So, a singing flipping angel would be amazing!) Whenever she sings, my heart is filled with Joy, kind of like when Saul's heart was filled with joy when david would play... except I wouldn't want to kill her afterwards.

The problem is, I am not a fan of Country, so I justify it by saying she's Blue Grass. Still, either I'm getting old or weak, because I'm becoming a sucker for country....err.... Blue Grass!

Anybody concur?