Reunion

Eee!

Last weekend was the celebration of the 25th Anniversary of the high school that I went to (well, the one that I went to for most of my high school career, as my family moved at the end of the summer before I was in grade ten). Reunions seem to evoke feelings of excitement in some, dread in others, and indifference in others still. Our reunion actually consisted of an entire weekend of events. The only events that I were interested in, really, were the talent show and a pub gathering, both taking place on the Friday night (the events overlapped, oddly enough). It was definitely a strange night; in some ways similar to the old days – in others, very different.
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Don’t Go Breaking My Chart

The Set Up

Sometimes, I think that our generation is the worst one; this is even in comparison with the spoiled kids that are running around today. I believe that our parents were the last generation (as a whole) that really worked hard. Don’t misunderstand me: there are folks from our crew that put in their time; but I think that a good number of us were spoiled by our own parents, resulting in a flippant attitude towards things like jobs and parenting.
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In Tents

Wilderness Inspiration

This year we went camping without our usual partners in crime. While I missed hanging out with one of my really good friends, the time alone with my own family allowed for some quality time with two people for whom I care very deeply. We might not have done everything that we had planned to do (or wished to); but it was a great week none the less.
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Cracked Berry

You Know It Has Been A Long Day When…

You are sitting on the bus on your way home from work (reading e-mails on your BlackBerry), when you suddenly reach for your holster to discover that your BlackBerry is not there! So, what do you do? You start typing a BlackBerry Messenger note to your boss letting him know that you think you might have lost your…oh wait…how am I typing this again?

So Long, Young Lady

Who?

Her name was Sjoerdtje; most people in Canada called her Sharon. We called her Beppe. Continue reading

Make a Wish!

A Simple Message

I went to wake up little J this morning and received the following directive (verbatim):

“Mrrrmmmrhrmm! Birthday girl is tired! Birthday girl must sleep!”



Heh. A chip off the ol’ blocks.

Happy Birthday, Squiggly Squiggles McGee!

Hold Your Applause

Armed and Dangerous

Sometimes I wonder if I’m going to be spending the afterlife in a very warm place.

Observe: a friend tweeted this…

I replied with this…

Anyone have an extra portable air conditioner they don’t need?