Toronto show day

Beautiful night.  Beautiful view of the city from Polson Pier where our show was.  I raced Cliff, Jetski and Troy on go-carts in the a.m.  Cliff went over earlier and found out which were the fast ones!!  And let me in on it, of course. :)  He was so sweet the night we were hanging out in Toronto.  Didn't want to stay out and drink but walked with me to the bar I was headed to and made sure I was 'settled.'  He's been awesome.  Doesn't want to be the father-role but is concerned about being a good wing-man, as he calls it.  Wanted to be sure that night, that if I wasn't happy with the place and decided to walk elsewhere that he was there to walk me.  A true gentleman.  The next morning on our cab ride over to the venue, though, he paid me an even bigger compliment.  We were talking about me running in sketchy areas and I, acknowledging it may be a naive viewpoint, would dare some idiot to try and attack me.  The compliment - Cliff would put money on me. :)  I love that.  I'd rather have that compliment or something about my intelligence any day over my looks. 

Skyline backdrop

My office was a little bar table stage right.  Fun to see all that was going on in the house but CRAZY LOUD!!!!

I sneaked away for just a bit before the show and stolled along the pier, gazing at the Toronto skyline and Lake Ontario shimmering in the sunset.  And I again felt God's presence and knew I was exactly where I was supposed to be.  And exactly who I was supposed to be with - Him.  That feeling is worth more than anything in this world.  And my prayer is that I never lose sight of that and that each joy reminds me of it and each pain brings me closer to Him and my purpose.  Jordin has been singing God Loves Ugly recently and it's been a wonderful reminder.  And having my friend Chris on the bus/crew is another.  God is with me.  Always.

Ok, I'm wrapping this one up - be sure and ask me about my new theories of females on the road!!  Added some more thoughts at this show. 

And I'm still going back and forth on the faux hawk and the tat...yikes!  Obviously, a haircut is not permanent so that should be an easier one.  I really want the tat as it has come to mean even more to me but still think I'm commitment phobic in ALL aspects of my life.

Well, that I was signing off but wanted to also add a note about crossing the border on a bus.  We all put our passports in a basket in the front so they could give them to the immigration officials as we rolled across at 2 a.m.  The other night, Jordin's crew told me they slept right through it all and no one woke them to get out of the bus.  We didn't have to get out of the either, just had the official verify our passports to our faces.  So, in my case since I was already in my bunk, I just pulled back the curtain.  Kind of weird.

Oh, and how's this for taking advantage of time off?!?  Thinking several days at the end of Celtic Thunder in Chicago (perfect since it ends there), then a week in Mexico early Jan and then at least a month (hopefully 2 or 3!!!) in Europe in the spring?!?!??!!!  Is this really my life???????????????  Blessed, blessed, blessed.

Love you all (whoever out there that may still be tuning into my little blog)