Calgary

So this is what Calgary looked like a couple of weeks ago. Such great April weather.







And HERE is our house! :) Wanna buy it?

Taking Christian Back

Why should the "Christian Right/legalistic Christians/conservative Christians" get the word "Christian" associated with them and all the negative connotations that go along with them?

Why should liberal/non-legalistic Christians have to find another way of calling themselves Christians without using the word "Christian"?

I'm sick of this. I want the word Christian back. I don't want to say that I'm Christian in fear that people are immediatly going to think I'm this conservative, biggoted, fear-mongering, conservative nut-job.

I'm taking Christian back. If it means explaining myself every single time I tell someone that I am Christian, then so be it. If it means writing to the editor everytime I see the word Christian used to describe right-wing, conservative Christians without qualifying they mean right-wing, conservative Christians, then so be it.

My name is Christopher Neufeld, and I am a Christian.

insulting

Someday's I wonder why I even bother.

At the end of March my boss stops me in her office and lets me know that I'll be getting a little raise next month because of all the extra work I've been doing, and because I do a good job. I didn't realize she literally meant "little."

120 bucks a month. 1440 dollars a year. 75cents an hour. That's fucking pennies. Lame.

So I'm annoyed and don't feel like doing anything. Except I have lots to do, so I better get to it.

Preggers! (no, not us)

Lately, for some reason, pregancies make me super happy. Maybe it's because they are people that I love and appreciate.

Like Kari. We found out about Kari's pregnancy a month or so ago, and it just made me so happy. When Mama Bean and I went out to visit her and James and heard that they weren't not trying, it made my stomach do a little flip. It's just that they will be the most awesomest parents ever! Kari's going to turn into this beautiful pregnant woman. Mama Bean said to me the other day that she'll cry when she see's Kari's pregnant belly, and it kinda hit me again. Kari's preggers! When I think about it, it's like everything is coming together. Happiness in people's lives. This is what life is about. Happiness.

And I just found out that my friend Abby is pregant! We met playing EQ2. Her and her former boyfriend played together all the time and they were always on when I logged in. So I got to talking to her in-game, and when I quit she sent me her e-mail and we've kept in touch ever since. So she is pregant!

Her new boyfriend (well, not new, but not the guy she played eq2 with), Jason I think his name is sounds really awesome. He is quite the blessing in her life, and it makes me so happy for them. It's so nice to see her happy.

So yeah, pregnant friends are awesome! Stacey is due in November, I can't remember when Kari is due.

So much happiness!

Current Read

Because I like Miss Stacey's idea...

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Piss-Bag Protestors

So we got a huge dump of snow today. And I mean huge. Like 8 inches on my car in 3 hours. An hour and a half to get to work in what normally takes me 20 to 25 in rush hour, 12-15 off peak times. And of course all the smart people have their summer tires on already even though we ALWAYS get a huge dump of snow mid-April. This should be the last one for the season though. *fingers crossed so that I don't have to deal with retarded Calgarian drivers and this will be my last snowfall that I deal with here*

So...my piss-off for the week.

WHO THE FUCK ARE THESE RETARDED FUCKING PROTESTORS THAT ARE RUINING THE START TO THE FUCKING OLYMPICS? OH RIGHT, THE SELF-RIGHTEOUS, NO-GOOD, USELESS FUCKING SORRY EXCUSES FOR A FUCKING HUMAN BEING PROTESTORS??!??!

Alright, so I'm not a fan of protestors on a good day. Sure they have their purpose, andmake a difference and blah blah blah...whatever. But the Olympics? The olympics are off limits. The Olympics are non-partisan, they are non-governmental, they are a world amateur sporting event where everyone puts aside their fucking differences and competes on a level playing field.

Who am I kidding? The only reason that China got the Olympics was b/c the world powers put pressure on the IOC to give China the Olympics so maybe they would smarten the fuck up, and clean up their act. The games are riddled with selfish fucking athletes that can't look past the end of their own nose to understand honesty and honor. And judges that can be bought. What has happened to what used to be the pinnacle of athletic games?

The olympics are about the athletes. The honest athletes. The honorable athletes. The men and women that work their fucking asses off for the honor of competing against the best in the world for the glory of their country.

It's not a time to bitch about all the injustices that are happening in the host country. So China is oppressing Tibet, and they are harvesting organs from the Falun Gong (sp?), and they have a human rights violations list a mile long; boo fucking hoo. Deal with that on your time. Not on Olympic time. Don't ruin what should be the highlight of a young athlete's career for your own personal agenda.

So fuck off protestors. Wait until after the games to continue complaining, please.

Aside: Skippymom, I tried sending you an e-mail (the one on your profile page), but it bounced back.

Second aside: This is my 300th post on blogger.

Bye Reagan

You know how I know I hae a great care group? B/c when I told them about Reagan the first thing out of their mouth wasn't, "Was he saved?" Which makes me immensly happy. (they didn't even ask it at all) I was dreading someone asking this. Mostly b/c I knew it would push me over the edge, because it really doesn't matter and the last thing I need to hear is that bullshit. So a big thank you to my awesome care group.

Reagan's memorial service was on Sunday, up in Edmonton, but I didn't go. It was a huge event, with lots of people for all 3 of the folks that died. And I understand that it's a memorial service, and that they all need to be remembered, but I would lose my patience after sitting in a 3 hour service for people I don't know. Cold? Heartless? No, I just wanted to go to a funeral for Reagan. It's okay though, I have my memories, and they'll be there forever, and that's what counts.

Reagan's favorite story to tell us was from when he was at Olympic Trials. He was on the starting block, getting ready, and as he bent over he split his suit right up the middle showing his bare white ass for all to see. Moral of the story: Don't gain weight in the off-season/christmas break. :) He was awesome, and will live in my heart always.

Blog About The Move

So things have started rolling on the moving front, and we've decided to start a blog about it. Partly to keep family and friends update, and partly so I don't have to give them the address to this one. ;) My mother-in-law asked for my/our blog address, but I just didn't feel comfortable giving it to her. I thought this would be a nice compromise.

So without further ado...
Mama Bean and Chris Move to Winnipeg!

AND...there is even a RSS subscription thingy at the bottom of it!