Miss Steaks


I have a family friend who knows my writting even on other blogs due to the bad spelling, not that he ever makes fun of me for it, but it is a part of my life that has bothered me for years. For this I guess my pride takes a hit each time someone comments.
Mostly why I am writting this is due to the fact, that on my sisters site I wanted to teach her not to leave her blog open and wrote some very dumb blogs called toe jam. Not to be funny ( maybe a small part of me thought it was a little funny) but just for her to know I could get on and write whatever I wanted.
Well I guess this came up yesterday when my brothers had coffee with Chris, some did think that grace wrote these stupid blogs. They were however set stright, only for the fact, my spelling and grammer are so well known.


note: The title is ment to be spelt wrong

"Great" Love


For the last couple of days I have been quite sick, so not leaving my room has given me much time to think, watch t.v., read, ect..
All of the above has had romance as the theme ( not that all of them were very romantic). Finding love, losing love, and giving love was a main part to each. Love is the key of life. ( God is love!)
We all search to find this " great" love of our life, thinking that it is this wonderful, nice handsom man or beautiful woman and when we finally find them... in the end we find out that they are only human.
Where the love of their life this " great" love, can only come from God.
I guess to me romance ( love of another in the worlds terms) is more of a fairy tale, something you read about, write about, watch on t.v, or in a movie, but what we all see, is how we all want our lives to turn out to be or have.
But in reality we don't have the true " happy ever after" story, it is not something we can ever have here on earth. To find our true happiness in another human is asking for trouble, you may have good times together, good friendships, but to place all our happiness on another human life is asking for a lot of downs.

For most (not all) of my life I have dreamed of marriage, kids, and thinking that once I had those things everything eles would follow and my life would be perfect, "great". I would then have it all and my life and why I am here would be complete. How wrong my thinking was.
Yes, I would still like to have the husband and kids, but the after fact hit me that I would still be looking for more , new things, something eles to make me happy.
For I would be putting all my lifes happiness on that earthly human, I would call husband and I would try so hard to make him happy and to love me, that in the end it wouldn't work.
God doesn't love me just because I look or act a particular way, or have some great talent. He loves me for me. He loves you for you.
No job, no amount of money ( it's all His anyway) no big house, or being good looking, funny or both is going to make Him love us any more or any less. So why should we look for these things in the others that we love. Love to me is not just a feeling, (feelings can go away) it's a choice. In richer and poorer, sickness and in health... to love.
He likes me just the way I am, and I have to learn that so will my friends, so will my husband ( if I am to marry)... otherwise he is not worth having, and like wise should I be toward them.
I end with: Love is not a feeling it's a choice.

Wife number two

Last night I had these three Arab guys come in, you would think they were drunk but in their religion they aren't to drink or to eat anything pig.
From the get go these men were flirting up a storm ( I never know if a guy is hitting on me but these guys were right out in the open) I counted the amount of times that they called me sweetheart, 46 times ( I only knew because I started to mark them off on my note pad each time).
One guy is asking me if I'm singel and would I like not to be, while with a wet nap was cleaning behind his ears and cleaning his nose. ( the guy hasn't even eatten yet)
"Yes I'm singel and no I'm not looking for a man right now" - Joy
"Sweetheart do you have a pen? for I would really like to get your number" - Arab #1
" How do you know the number I give you won't be wrong? (like the cops or a cab or movie store? - my thoughts would have been fun to say)" -Joy
" Don't worry sweetheart, he's a married man" -Arab #2
"I can have more then one!" Arab #1 to Arab #2 " so sweetheart tell me your number". *Wink*
Now the place has only me, these three men and an old woman who comes in everynight to play the slots. ( I was so happy the old woman was there)
But having only them there made the last hour my night very long.
As they came up to pay I was asked how about it? would I like to be his other wife?
"Sorry I will have to pass"
I told my brother dan this story when I came home, " Joy, you will never get married with that attitude." Dan said with his funny smile ( only he has) on his face.

Friday Night & On My Own

I sit on my couch playing with my sisters new laptop, ponytail, jeans, hoodie, slippers and the best part is I'm sitting on a Sobeys flyer. Brother at a movie, sister out with her friend, friends with their families or out at the bar. So I sit here typing comment after comment on Janets blog. 23 years old in the prime of live and nothing to do. I could have gone out, my friend Julie wants to set me up with this 35 year old guy she knows : I got to thinking about the pro's and con's of this guy. So out of sheer boredom I'll share them with you.

Pro's:
1) A date
2) Free dinner or something
3) A new story to tell ( could turn out to be funny)

Con's:
1) Not a Christian
2) Not my type
3) Older then my eldest sibling
4) I don't like the funny looks he gives me
5) facail hair
6) Red Head
7) I know nothing about him, I think I would have to know the guy to go on a date. You can never really trust any guy enough to be alone with them these days.

So what would you do in my case?

What have I gotten myself into?

The other day (once again at work) I was asked to become the bar tender. Now I'm a person who has trouble saying no, they said I would get better pay and all I really have to do is make drinks. Easy, right?.....
I said yes, for this reason. First the bar tender they have is leaving and the one who was to take over has been in hospital for the last month and is to be in for another month. They asked me to try it out, but then I got to thinking...

1) I lose all my nights, my shifts will now be 5pm to 12am or 1am.

2) After 9pm I start to take tables because my waitresses go home.

3) Malpe Flag is starting, making the place busy.

4) I felt ok saying yes at first, but what about my family? I forgot how it looks to others, being in a good Christian family and me working in a bar. And I don't feel now like this is something God would really want me to do.

5) How do I now say no?

6) They asked me to try it out only for a month, but I know I'm just going to get stuck over there.

It's funny how in just a matter of moments you change your life, for better of worse. How people see you changes and you are placed with a new marking. What you think you are doing only to help someone out, can make you something you don't want to be or become.
As a little girl if I was told this is the job I would have when I grow up, I most likely would have gotten mad and said "No! I'm going to be a missionary or a mother".
What have I gotten myself into?

New Blog


I thought it was about time I write a new blog, here it is.
Hope you have enjoyed it.