How many eggs does it take to make an omelette??

Although I wasn’t expecting to post anything for a while, as I seem to been posting a lot more than is healthy, I couldn’t resist this opportunity. Well here goes, Cathy if you’re reading this you might want to close your eyes…

The date was January 17th 2006; her mission, if she chose to accept it, was to come up with a culinary masterpiece, both edible and good to look at. For someone of her catering ability, this should be child’s-play, because rumour has it she knows how to cook everything… well everything except custard (what’s with that?!?).

The chosen environment to perform this precarious task was my delightfully clean (for a change), humble abode; the result was something that will live with me for the rest of my life… and what’s more haunt my dreams.

To try and describe this work of art to you simply wouldn’t do it justice, therefore I took a picture!! Oh if you’re wondering what this is, it is in fact an omelette. Don’t believe me? Ask Cathy (please!).

And if this wasn’t enough, just to really rub a bit of salt into the wound, mine came off first time; that’s right, mine was round (not a cylinder!). But don’t worry Cathy, it happens to the best of people, oh and by the looks of it, it happened to you too!

Finally, to answer my own question, it took 9 eggs to make two omelettes; that’s 4½ per omelette!! I’m now fresh out of eggs… though it was worth it!!

Bring on the pancakes!!!

Daniel

Umbrellas down

Dancing in the rain

Traditionally, as a fully fledged Englishman, my natural reaction is to loath the rain. It is world renowned that England is by far the wettest country, (bar Scotland), and that we, as true patriots to our nation, constantly complain about how unfair it is that we have to suffer the constant pitter-patter heard against the window for large portions of the year.

It’s not that we have a problem with the wet stuff, after all it is just water, but the fact that everything tends to get wet, no matter how hard we try to use umbrellas and other implements, seems to dampen (excuse the unintentional pun) our spirits some what.

However, today was a new revelation for me. I found myself questioning my own Englishness; as for one of the few times in my life I walked in the rain; and what’s more I loved every minute of it. Yes I got drenched to the skin, and was close to getting hypothermia, but I suddenly realised that it was actually quite refreshing, and contrary to my previous delusion, the air is actually fresher when it rains. It’s like everything has been washed away, ready for a new beginning. All the grime of the streets washed away into the gutters, never to be seen again. Even the harsh bite of the rain against my face didn’t put me off, as I was fascinated by how quickly small streams turned into great and mighty rivers, crashing against the sides of the alleyway.

By this point you’re probably think that I’m going a bit senile, perhaps even more than normal, but remember that rain is another one of God’s creations. Whilst rain may be considered a nuisance, it reminded me in some strange way of Jesus’ love for us. The fact that all the dirt and filth was washed away, and the path was left gleaming reminded me of how Jesus has washed away our sins, leaving us pure in God’s sight. It just astonishes me how something so potential annoying can remind me of how much Jesus loves us.

Daniel

Makes my head hurt

I have no idea why I put this on here, but hey it saved me from actually doing some work; so it can't all be bad. Stare at the dot in the centre of the picture... then move towards the screen focusing on the dot. (the picture should spin)...

Daniel

Hmmm...

Here's something to tease your little brains

i cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it dseno't mtaetr in waht oerdr the ltteres in a wrod are, the olny iproamtnt tihng is taht the frsit and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae.The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it whotuit a pboerlm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe.

How amazing God is to make our minds work in such a bizarre way!

Daniel

Back by popular demand

I’m still alive; if you count living in Liverpool!

After two months, I thought that it might be a good idea to post another message on here- otherwise people will be wondering what had actually become of me (well one person would anyway- I don’t have that many friends; if any).

Well I suppose you’ll all be wondering what I have been up to, and to tell the truth I’ve experienced a plethora of new experiences, all of which are legal and moral; many I do not have (or choose not to make) the time for. So sorry, you’ll have to do with my usual ramblings. I will though tell you about a few main points…

Hall Group leading

At the end of the term, I was asked by one of my hall group leaders whether I wanted to pick up the reins as regards hall group leading. At first this really did appeal to me, as it would give me more time to study God’s word and to really devout some time to Him. However, after really praying about it, I decided that I should focus my time and efforts elsewhere. This was a really tough decision, as I wanted to make sure that I was doing what God had told me, not what I wanted to do. Another complication was the fact that if I did accept the responsibility of Hall group leading, I wouldn’t be able to move into a house; something which was really set on my heart...more details on housing explained below.

Anyway, that’s really all there was to it; some hard praying, some peoples opinions and some more praying. If I’m honest I still can’t believe I’m not doing it, but for now I think it’s the right decision; though who knows what the future will bring!!

Home for Christmas

This Christmas I had a great time at home. Although it was hard adjusting to the different pace of lifestyle (things move at the speed of light at home), although I soon got used to the fact there was no washing, cleaning or cooking to do! It was really good coming home and spending time with my family and friends; I hadn’t realised how much I had missed home. At Uni, you don’t have the chance to stop or think, so I don’t normally get homesick, however, by the same token I really do appreciate and cherish the friends and family I’ve got back home. Whoa that’s so cheesy. What I meant was, I enjoyed my Christmas and enjoyed the fellowship that went with it.

Housing (as promised)

Today was the first time that I finally met all of my potential future housemates for next year. I was a bit apprehensive because I’m new to all this stuff, but I was amazed how much God was in control of even that. He seems to be providing everything for me at the moment which is amazing. We had a good afternoon together and, God willing, are looking at a potential house on Tuesday; all very exciting!!

Anyway, I think I’ve rambled enough; I will try and post something else before March just so that you k now I’m still in one piece. Take care everyone and if I don’t have the time to post before; HAPPY EASTER.

Daniel