Palm... not the tree, ok?

I think that maybe in order to blog more effectively, I'm going to need a palm pilot.. or better yet.. I need that cool toy Be-Bop has.

I would also like to point out that for the first time in months, I am not shivering. It's strange. I like it, but I also really like my sweaters. Face it, I'm never going to be completely happy.

If you have the chance, check out the front page of the Cobourg Star, there's a touching article about dear Louis there... I'm going to miss him. ok?

cheek puff

I want an otter.

skills, I've got skills.

I'd just like to announce that I'm a really really great board game player.
perhaps you could even say "Champion".



Tomorrow, sweet tomorrow... I'm taking the day off work. I just finished my long work week, and well, it never really feels like it's done till I start my long weekend, and that's still two and a half days away, BUT... I'm taking the day off tomorrow to act as a chaperone for some students at the West... I get to go to the ZOO!
*smug grin*

what's the opposite of "rat" ?

yesterday was cold.. winter cold... wear your mittens and stay in your PJs cold.
So I did.

ok, maybe not the mittens part, but the Pjs had their place.
AND there was no rain... I have a lovely guy, he came with me to pick lilacs. I think he may be the opposite of rat.






AND

(late)

Happy sweet 16 to my dear Beth Friesen... Tyler, Zimon and Mike, you're going to have to pin her down and hand out those sloppy kisses for me!

the rain is a giant rat

just so's ya know....

this is the first spring in my life (other than the year I worked for Watoto) that I have not had bundles of lilacs in my house.

the rain prevents me and my scissors from doing some serious pruning.

Paint flakes

So today at work, we've got a few of the submerge kids here doing some work around the yard for us. They wanted to be able to do some service projects around town, and somehow... We were blessed with their hands.
My co-worker just asked me where they were from and I explained that the kids here at the house were from town, but for the conference, they are from all over. Her reply? "you know, so many people think they've got to go across the world to be missionaries, or do some exotic job.. It's nice to see some people working here and sharing their love...."

*choking back tears*

do do do do do do do (said in radio broadcast type voice)

this just in...

my house is being invaded.
the town is being invaded.
no, it's not war of the worlds... it's WAAAAAAy bigger...



SUBMERGE


to quote this one guy I know... "it's gonna be HUGE!"

meat pies

I may be found carefully reading the ingredients in my meat pies... yes, even my Jamaican patties.
Why this sudden interest in the contents of these lovely packages of handheld meaty goodness? I saw a play the other night that has slightly shaken me.
Monday night some of us headed over to Belleville to watch a friend in a play that she's a part of. "Sweeny Todd" was the play....She warned us (some months ago) that it was a dark comedy.. I guess I should have listened to her better! And apparently it's based on a true story? yikes... I imagine the real events didn't happen musical style though.... If not for the fact that I had to file it in my mind with the likes of "little shop of horrors" I might not have been able to enjoy it. There was a lot of death. BUT when viewed as a comedy, with that grain of salt... It was good.. Actually, funny. Actually..,. I really really enjoyed it, because it was different (However, the unintentional things were funnier than the funny things- the guy laughing in the row in front of us... And the look on character "Andrew's" face when "Joanna" sat up from a kiss).
My favorite part of the play was when Stacey saw her cheering section seated out in the audience... Completely jumped out of character and smiled! YEAH!!!! I was so glad to see her!

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if you look carefully, you'll see that the title of this post is indeed a chicken's head.
not the type of head that is laying on the ground, chopped by a hungry farmer, but a comical tribute to a chick.
not just any chick mind you.
a chick that I've decided to adopt. (ahh hhhmmm, Meg, I hope you don't mind) I've decided to adopt one of MegSheff's chickens.
It's true.
Henrietta is a pretty bird, and I like finding worms for her to eat. I like watching her fight with her friends over who gets to eat the next worm.
more importantly, I like finding June bug larva for her to eat.
I HATE JUNE BUGS.

I'm a little tea pot, short and stout....

*sigh*
Ladies, I had such a lovely day yesterday... it t'was SO fun.

For those of you who were unable to attend, Yesterday marked the first annual tea party held by Miss Roxey. Splended really. From the moment I was greated at the door with a honey'd "welcome to my tea party" to the silver tea service... well, I was happy to bits.

Miss. Roxey truely outdid herself at this event. Tiny finger morsals, hot tea and stimulating discussion. I do fear that I've been ruined from the ordinary, never more shall I be able to attend a function with out holding it in comparison.

*sigh*
may someone hold yet another, and soon?