Tuesday, October 09, 2007
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Proverbs 31:10-31
10 A wife of noble character who can find?
She is worth far more than rubies.
11 Her husband has full confidence in her
and lacks nothing of value.
12 She brings him good, not harm,
all the days of her life.
13 She selects wool and flax
and works with eager hands.
14 She is like the merchant ships,
bringing her food from afar.
15 She gets up while it is still dark;
she provides food for her family
and portions for her servant girls.
16 She considers a field and buys it;
out of her earnings she plants a vineyard.
17 She sets about her work vigorously;
her arms are strong for her tasks.
18 She sees that her trading is profitable,
and her lamp does not go out at night.
19 In her hand she holds the distaff
and grasps the spindle with her fingers.
20 She opens her arms to the poor
and extends her hands to the needy.
21 When it snows, she has no fear for her household;
for all of them are clothed in scarlet.
22 She makes coverings for her bed;
she is clothed in fine linen and purple.
23 Her husband is respected at the city gate,
where he takes his seat among the elders of the land.
24 She makes linen garments and sells them,
and supplies the merchants with sashes.
25 She is clothed with strength and dignity;
she can laugh at the days to come.
26 She speaks with wisdom,
and faithful instruction is on her tongue.
27 She watches over the affairs of her household
and does not eat the bread of idleness.
28 Her children arise and call her blessed;
her husband also, and he praises her:
29 "Many women do noble things,
but you surpass them all."
30 Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting;
but a woman who fears the LORD is to be praised.
31 Give her the reward she has earned,
and let her works bring her praise at the city gate.
She is worth far more than rubies.
11 Her husband has full confidence in her
and lacks nothing of value.
12 She brings him good, not harm,
all the days of her life.
13 She selects wool and flax
and works with eager hands.
14 She is like the merchant ships,
bringing her food from afar.
15 She gets up while it is still dark;
she provides food for her family
and portions for her servant girls.
16 She considers a field and buys it;
out of her earnings she plants a vineyard.
17 She sets about her work vigorously;
her arms are strong for her tasks.
18 She sees that her trading is profitable,
and her lamp does not go out at night.
19 In her hand she holds the distaff
and grasps the spindle with her fingers.
20 She opens her arms to the poor
and extends her hands to the needy.
21 When it snows, she has no fear for her household;
for all of them are clothed in scarlet.
22 She makes coverings for her bed;
she is clothed in fine linen and purple.
23 Her husband is respected at the city gate,
where he takes his seat among the elders of the land.
24 She makes linen garments and sells them,
and supplies the merchants with sashes.
25 She is clothed with strength and dignity;
she can laugh at the days to come.
26 She speaks with wisdom,
and faithful instruction is on her tongue.
27 She watches over the affairs of her household
and does not eat the bread of idleness.
28 Her children arise and call her blessed;
her husband also, and he praises her:
29 "Many women do noble things,
but you surpass them all."
30 Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting;
but a woman who fears the LORD is to be praised.
31 Give her the reward she has earned,
and let her works bring her praise at the city gate.
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Into Thin(ish) Air
Recently I have been rereading this book about climbing Mount Everest called "Into Thin Air." The first time I read it it terrified me and I couldn't imagine why anyone would subject themselves to that kind of torture, or why they would risk their lives to climb a mountain. Climbing Everest was definitly the last thing on earth I wanted to do. But reading the book again almost 10 years later I am feeling a bit differently about it...I sort of find the whole thing a bit thrilling. Like, maybe I wouldn't want to climb Mount Everest, but the idea of climbing big mountains is very appealing. I think I may be coming down with a bit of "summit fever." Not 29,000 foot summit fever, but rather 11,000 - 13,000 foot summit fever. I suddenly want to climb a whole bunch of mountains. And I don't just want to walk up the mountain to the peak, I want to be challenged and risk a little more to get to the top. So this weekend David is giving me the opportunity to try something a bit more technical. We are going to climb Mount Athabasca.
I am pretty excited. There will be harnesses, ropes, ice axes, crampons, glaciers, crevasses, seracs...just like in the book. To a considerably lesser degree that is (although it would be cool to climb something that required sherpa assistance), but still it will be awesome.
We aren't leaving for our climb for another couple days but I was so excited that, to my roommates surprise, I felt the need to put on all my gear and walk around the house in it. If they think that is weird, wait until snowboarding season when I am tromping around my house in snowsuit, toque, goggles, mitts, and snowboarding boots. They really haven't seen anything yet...
I am pretty excited. There will be harnesses, ropes, ice axes, crampons, glaciers, crevasses, seracs...just like in the book. To a considerably lesser degree that is (although it would be cool to climb something that required sherpa assistance), but still it will be awesome.
We aren't leaving for our climb for another couple days but I was so excited that, to my roommates surprise, I felt the need to put on all my gear and walk around the house in it. If they think that is weird, wait until snowboarding season when I am tromping around my house in snowsuit, toque, goggles, mitts, and snowboarding boots. They really haven't seen anything yet...
loser club
So a couple of years ago I was having a conversation with Julie Greidanus (now Taylor) about something kind of geeky. We were discussing how exciting it is to get email. Especially when you are sitting at your computer and you hear that new email notification chime that you get when you are signed into msn messenger. AND when you see that little window that tells you that you have a new email...yeah, super thrilling. Actually when we were talking about it, we both realized that, not only were we excited to get new email, but we were excited talking about getting new email. In the end (and with the help of another friend who was listening to our head spinning conversation) we concluded that we were big losers and that we should make a club and proclaim ourselves co-presidents. We would call this club simply "Loser Club" and anyone else who could admit to their own nerdy habits would be welcome to join. Anyway, I sort of forgot about this conversation after awhile, that is, until Julie gave me this special present for my birthday...
The other day I found myself very excited by a new email I got from Julie so I decided to go whip the shirt back out. This is for you Julie...we obviously can't fight it so let us embrace our loser status!
The other day I found myself very excited by a new email I got from Julie so I decided to go whip the shirt back out. This is for you Julie...we obviously can't fight it so let us embrace our loser status!
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
stalker
I'd be super surprised if people even thought to check our blog seeing as we have basically abandoned it over the summer. Actually we started abandoning it even earlier than that but were mostly in denial about it. Stupid facebook. It is so time consuming and yet a poor substitute for blogging. Not that we ever blogged about anything substantial...
So summer whizzed by even faster than it whizzed by last year. I spend the better part of the year wishing for summer to come (the sad fact about canada is that the better half of the year happens to be winter) and then in a blink it has come and gone and I am left feeling this great loss. After my 23 years of summers and winters though, I have decided it's time to cope better with seasonal changes and maybe even try to embrace them. Now if we could only get rid of February, March, and April this task would be easier (my apologies to everyone who has a birthday in these months - you would just have to do without). For some reason those 3 months seem to drag out winter to the max. And don't get me wrong, I really love winter, it's just that eventually one gets tired from being under all those layers.
Anyway, onward to fall. I think New Years should start in September. I can't really explain why, but it just makes sense. School starts, the air gets colder, people return from their summer adventures...and stuff. It just seems like a good time to change life up. You know, buy a new pet (just in case the old one[s] dies in a tragic accident that has nothing whatsoever to do with the owner), get a new hairstyle (double mohawk anyone? hengen?), new timing belt...whatever strikes ones fancy really. Due to my inability to think for myself, I've decided to copy everyone else in my family and take up photography. I'm not expecting anything big here, I just got this new toy for my birthday (a very pretty, almost-new SLR) and now I want to photograph everything in site. Although one of my most recent observations is that fancy cameras have this magical ability to turn even the most innocent, unsuspecting individuals into creepy stalkers. I would like to avoid this if at all possible. Either that or harness it and turn it into something useful. I was thinking that for all the camera stalking my brother Kevan does in his business he would probably be quite successful as a sniper. I mean, there are obvious steps, like maybe he'd try his hand as paparazzi before jumping straight into the sniper business. And yeah, maybe he'd have to learn how to use a gun or poison blow dart shooter or something. Perhaps I will mention this to him. Now that he is no longer teacher full-time this might be a nice little side business apart from his photography business.
I completely forgot what the point of this post was. Oh wait, I never had a point to begin with! Regardless, I feel the need to end this somehow. So...
In conclusion, I really dislike eating fish.
So summer whizzed by even faster than it whizzed by last year. I spend the better part of the year wishing for summer to come (the sad fact about canada is that the better half of the year happens to be winter) and then in a blink it has come and gone and I am left feeling this great loss. After my 23 years of summers and winters though, I have decided it's time to cope better with seasonal changes and maybe even try to embrace them. Now if we could only get rid of February, March, and April this task would be easier (my apologies to everyone who has a birthday in these months - you would just have to do without). For some reason those 3 months seem to drag out winter to the max. And don't get me wrong, I really love winter, it's just that eventually one gets tired from being under all those layers.
Anyway, onward to fall. I think New Years should start in September. I can't really explain why, but it just makes sense. School starts, the air gets colder, people return from their summer adventures...and stuff. It just seems like a good time to change life up. You know, buy a new pet (just in case the old one[s] dies in a tragic accident that has nothing whatsoever to do with the owner), get a new hairstyle (double mohawk anyone? hengen?), new timing belt...whatever strikes ones fancy really. Due to my inability to think for myself, I've decided to copy everyone else in my family and take up photography. I'm not expecting anything big here, I just got this new toy for my birthday (a very pretty, almost-new SLR) and now I want to photograph everything in site. Although one of my most recent observations is that fancy cameras have this magical ability to turn even the most innocent, unsuspecting individuals into creepy stalkers. I would like to avoid this if at all possible. Either that or harness it and turn it into something useful. I was thinking that for all the camera stalking my brother Kevan does in his business he would probably be quite successful as a sniper. I mean, there are obvious steps, like maybe he'd try his hand as paparazzi before jumping straight into the sniper business. And yeah, maybe he'd have to learn how to use a gun or poison blow dart shooter or something. Perhaps I will mention this to him. Now that he is no longer teacher full-time this might be a nice little side business apart from his photography business.
I completely forgot what the point of this post was. Oh wait, I never had a point to begin with! Regardless, I feel the need to end this somehow. So...
In conclusion, I really dislike eating fish.
Friday, June 15, 2007
A new look
For whatever reason I was feeling our previous template was a little bit dark and that, because it is now summer, our blog should look like summer too.
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
a sleepy masterpiece
Against my better judgement I have decided to write a blog. It is 5am and I have been awake all night long and am completely lacking the ability to thinking clearly. And yet I still blog. It is breaktime for me on medicine unit 5echo3 and not wanting to waste precious "downtime" doing homework I have commited myself to writing a masterpiece. I'll be sure to run my spellchecker over it later. I wish there were such things as grammar checkers. I know this may come as some surprise to you all, but even I must resort to a spellchecker every now and then. I have this nifty little electronic dictionary/thesaurus/spell-checker that I have been known to tote around from time to time just in case I ever need to correct someone or appear more brilliant than I really am. During the first few months of owning this silver beauty my friends and family became envious and started referring to me as geeky for possessing such an amazing grammatical tool. I had to keep the dictionary close at hand for fear of someone kidnapping it in a jealous rage. At first I kept it in my purse, but since I often left my purse unattended I became fearful that my poor little gadget was too vunerable. Especially with all my so-called "friends" lurking about. To rectify the situation I purchased a cute little fanny pack so that the dictionary would never have to leave my side, or rather, my fanny. Also, the fanny pack provides quick and easy access in the case that I ever find myself in an emergency situation. The fanny pack has quite a large capacity and can even hold things like water bottles, slap bracelets, and protective eyewear.
In other news, I must report that I am feeling quite ill at the moment. I just ate my supper, or should I say, breakfast and it seems as though my poor little stomach is not up to digesting at this hour. I don't blame it, I do not really want to function at this hour either. And like my stomach, I am finding it difficult to function well. The sick part (excuse the pun) is that I typically spend the entire shift forcing myself to stay awake and alert. By the time 7am rolls around and the shift is done I am barely able to form sentences, let alone muster the energy to wipe my drool off the nursing station desk and drag myself to the elevator. It is hard being in an environment where you have to watch people sleep but cannot fall asleep yourself. Anyway, by the time I have walked to my car and made it home without running any cyclists or pedestrians over I find myself starting to wake up. Now this doesn't usually happen until I have pulled onto my street and have turned the ignition off. It is as though I suddenly snap out of a long, fuzzy dream and find myself sitting in my car. I usually find it hard to recall the details of my trip home, but I assume that I haven't hit anyone or anything because there are no dog leashes or bits of clothing or buildings stuck to my car. And although I can hear the sirens around me, I have yet to receive a visit from any of the friendly neighborhood police officers. I think I am doing pretty good so far, after my mom would finish a shift at the hospital she would almost always come home with deer bits all over the hood of the car. It was only a matter of time before she came home with people bits on the car.
So as I was saying, by the time I get home I am wide awake and practically bouncing off the walls. The sun is shining and there are so many distractions...and yet, I know that if I don't force myself to go to bed I will probably end up falling down my stairs in a fit of narclepsy later on. My poor body gets so confused on nightshifts.
Well, I am having trouble focusing on the screen so I should end this here. That and I am starting to drool on the keyboard and fear that I might electrocute myself. Good thing I am in the hospital already.
Good night or good morning. I am not sure.
In other news, I must report that I am feeling quite ill at the moment. I just ate my supper, or should I say, breakfast and it seems as though my poor little stomach is not up to digesting at this hour. I don't blame it, I do not really want to function at this hour either. And like my stomach, I am finding it difficult to function well. The sick part (excuse the pun) is that I typically spend the entire shift forcing myself to stay awake and alert. By the time 7am rolls around and the shift is done I am barely able to form sentences, let alone muster the energy to wipe my drool off the nursing station desk and drag myself to the elevator. It is hard being in an environment where you have to watch people sleep but cannot fall asleep yourself. Anyway, by the time I have walked to my car and made it home without running any cyclists or pedestrians over I find myself starting to wake up. Now this doesn't usually happen until I have pulled onto my street and have turned the ignition off. It is as though I suddenly snap out of a long, fuzzy dream and find myself sitting in my car. I usually find it hard to recall the details of my trip home, but I assume that I haven't hit anyone or anything because there are no dog leashes or bits of clothing or buildings stuck to my car. And although I can hear the sirens around me, I have yet to receive a visit from any of the friendly neighborhood police officers. I think I am doing pretty good so far, after my mom would finish a shift at the hospital she would almost always come home with deer bits all over the hood of the car. It was only a matter of time before she came home with people bits on the car.
So as I was saying, by the time I get home I am wide awake and practically bouncing off the walls. The sun is shining and there are so many distractions...and yet, I know that if I don't force myself to go to bed I will probably end up falling down my stairs in a fit of narclepsy later on. My poor body gets so confused on nightshifts.
Well, I am having trouble focusing on the screen so I should end this here. That and I am starting to drool on the keyboard and fear that I might electrocute myself. Good thing I am in the hospital already.
Good night or good morning. I am not sure.
Wednesday, May 02, 2007
the transrockies
My brother Matt and Rocky (the guy who owns the RockHard gym from our hometown) signed up to do the TransRockies Race this summer...best of luck to them!
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Beautiful Ladies (Beautiful Girls) - Opihi Pickers
another song that frequented our radio while on the island. this video is kind of funny...
Ziggy Marley - Beach in Hawaii
This video is cool for a couple of reasons. First, because this song is the one we frequently listened to while cruising around the island. And second, the video was shot by some random guy and most the places he shows are the places we visited while there. His cliff jumping shot was filmed at South Point where we also went cliff jumping. Anyway, gotta love ziggy.
on the beach in hawaii
With time zipping by at the speed of light, it has already been more than a week since we returned from our hawaii trip. In a way it both saddens and excites me. While I really miss being in hawaii, if time is going by fast it means that I will be on my (tentative) sea kayaking trip in July. Although the downside to this is that it too will be over quickily. Also, I don't want to wish away the spring and summer months as they are so rare up here in the artic north. For example, the day before it was warm and sunny, today it is cold and sucking...I mean snowing. Snowing all over the place. Snow on the dead brown grass, snow on the pinic table, snow in my face...it is getting into everything! Including my plans for summer weather.
Anyway, I am going to go back into my happy place and recount some of the details of the hawaii trip while it is still fresh in my sleep-deprived mind. So, the weather was perfect. It was a constant 28 - 30 degrees everyday - just enough to singe every part of my exposed epidermis. Warm enough to dehydrate me to the point of sun stroke (I should have known better, but it's been so long since I last saw the sun that I forgot its potential...). We went snorkling, hiked down through a tropical forest to a cove and watched surfers surf 10 foot waves, ate lots of wonderful local fruit, drank coffee (sadly even with Kona's 'best coffee in the world' we still managed to locate a starbucks on the island), perused through all the farmer's markets, swam with the sea turtles, mocked american tourists, watched amazing sunsets every night, slayed us some coconuts, cliff jumped, played with geckos...the list goes on. We did alot of cruising around in Lewis's Land Rover listening to all the relaxing, drug-inspired island music. For that short week it seemed perfect and just what the doctor ordered. We put on our flip flops and sunscreen (but not enough apparently) and momentarily forgot about life back home.
Then we arrived home back to our snowy, cold reality. Luckily though, it is April and we can still look forward to spring and summer. And maybe our summers aren't filled with tropical flowers and palm trees, but to me summer in Canada can be just as beautiful. Anyone wanting to argue with that comment go and hike the West Coast Trail first and then get back to me.
jenna
Anyway, I am going to go back into my happy place and recount some of the details of the hawaii trip while it is still fresh in my sleep-deprived mind. So, the weather was perfect. It was a constant 28 - 30 degrees everyday - just enough to singe every part of my exposed epidermis. Warm enough to dehydrate me to the point of sun stroke (I should have known better, but it's been so long since I last saw the sun that I forgot its potential...). We went snorkling, hiked down through a tropical forest to a cove and watched surfers surf 10 foot waves, ate lots of wonderful local fruit, drank coffee (sadly even with Kona's 'best coffee in the world' we still managed to locate a starbucks on the island), perused through all the farmer's markets, swam with the sea turtles, mocked american tourists, watched amazing sunsets every night, slayed us some coconuts, cliff jumped, played with geckos...the list goes on. We did alot of cruising around in Lewis's Land Rover listening to all the relaxing, drug-inspired island music. For that short week it seemed perfect and just what the doctor ordered. We put on our flip flops and sunscreen (but not enough apparently) and momentarily forgot about life back home.
Then we arrived home back to our snowy, cold reality. Luckily though, it is April and we can still look forward to spring and summer. And maybe our summers aren't filled with tropical flowers and palm trees, but to me summer in Canada can be just as beautiful. Anyone wanting to argue with that comment go and hike the West Coast Trail first and then get back to me.
jenna
Monday, April 02, 2007
Native Hawaiian now
I am back from Paradise. I have a really lovely tan to prove it. Sun-burn faded into sun tan. Just to clarify something, my Hawaiian name is not the ridiculous one that Jenna made up for me. She thought she was soo funny. Kakalimu Jenna!
It was a very good time. I would like to live there in a tree house in the Tropical forest. I could live off fresh fruit from my backyard forest and swim in the ocean to stay clean. I would drink Kava and slay coconuts which i would then use to make bowls and spoons. I would make coffee from the coffee bean trees and pineapple juice from pineapples in the ground.
I shall add some pics to share with the world.
I am still tired from the overnight flight. I shoudl have left a day after for sleeping. It is only 6pm in Kona and so my body is exhausted and confused.
Good night!
Anna
Saturday, March 31, 2007
Howzit
Aloha!
Local people say howzit. They say other strange things like flip flops are jap slaps. interesting eh?
so at this time we are still in Hawaii. About five times a day we consider ways to never leave this place. I love it. Kona is less touristy than other
hawaiian locations and so it is not overwhleming.
Our burns are flaking into lovely tans. Some patches of Jenna's skin look kinda like rawhide, but i think that she will pull through all right. At least compared to the rest of Edmonton, we will be dark.
anna - or as they call me in hawaii...mauikonaoahuini (can be shortened to makohu)
hello peoples of the artic north, it is I, Jenna...the soon to be hawaiian native. Yes, I am getting so dark that I almost look a different ethnicity. I figured, what the hey, why don't I just reside here since I fit in so well? So that is the plan. To reside here. It's been nice knowing ya'll. David, it would never have worked anyway. However, if you want to come to HI then delete that last comment in your mind. The lava here is hot, so are the beaches, and the men (I am just quoting anna, I do not have eyes for the men here). I am going to go downtown to purchase a pair of jap slaps tomorrow and also a surf board.
hang ten.
J-dawg or as they call me in hawaii...Juakini
Local people say howzit. They say other strange things like flip flops are jap slaps. interesting eh?
so at this time we are still in Hawaii. About five times a day we consider ways to never leave this place. I love it. Kona is less touristy than other
hawaiian locations and so it is not overwhleming.
Our burns are flaking into lovely tans. Some patches of Jenna's skin look kinda like rawhide, but i think that she will pull through all right. At least compared to the rest of Edmonton, we will be dark.
anna - or as they call me in hawaii...mauikonaoahuini (can be shortened to makohu)
hello peoples of the artic north, it is I, Jenna...the soon to be hawaiian native. Yes, I am getting so dark that I almost look a different ethnicity. I figured, what the hey, why don't I just reside here since I fit in so well? So that is the plan. To reside here. It's been nice knowing ya'll. David, it would never have worked anyway. However, if you want to come to HI then delete that last comment in your mind. The lava here is hot, so are the beaches, and the men (I am just quoting anna, I do not have eyes for the men here). I am going to go downtown to purchase a pair of jap slaps tomorrow and also a surf board.
hang ten.
J-dawg or as they call me in hawaii...Juakini
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Golden memories
This last weekend officially marked the end of winter and the beginning of spring for me. When the last run has been skiied (or in my case, viciously ripped up by the sharp edges of my snowboard)for me there is no longer any other reason for winter to linger. Snow has no other purpose than to provide Warren Miller with a subject for all his films and for the rest of us winter sport enthusiasts with something to do in the winter. And even then, I don't have much use for it in places other than the mountains.
Hengen, Kevan, Leah, Duane, Karyn, Matt, and I just came back from a glorious, muscle-aching weekend of snowboarding at Kicking Horse. I love that resort. I am starting to love it almost as much as I love Fernie. Given enough time there I think I could love it more than Fernie. It is steep, it is deep - it is heaven in the form of cornices, powder, cliffs, and gondolas. It has everything...even a live grizzly in a little hut on the edge of one of the runs. His name is Boo and he is the keeper of the Kicking Horse.
I took my camera but mostly forgot to use it. For everyone who was not on the trip the highlight of the weekend might appear to be Duane brushing his teeth after his morning bagel.
So now that I am back and have satisfied my snowboarding needs I am ready to fully embrace spring. And since Edmonton is not as ready as I am for warm weather and sunshine, I intend to find it elsewhere. Elsewhere = Hawaii. Our plane leaves this saturday afternoon and we don't plan on coming back until Edmonton sheds its winter skin. For 9 days we will bask in the warm Hawaiian sun, splash in shark-infested waters, fling ourselves off cliffs into the sea, and picnic on active volcanos. Hopefully when we return Alberta will be ready for Anna's flip flop...because I know I will be.
Upon requests I am graciously willing to spend some of my time in Hawaii thinking about my friends back home. Just ask where and when you want me to think about you (example: Kristy Bidne, day 5, on the beach) and I will arrange a moment for it to happen. It will almost be as good as being there yourself...you may never feel the need to visit tropical paradise again.
Jenna
Hengen, Kevan, Leah, Duane, Karyn, Matt, and I just came back from a glorious, muscle-aching weekend of snowboarding at Kicking Horse. I love that resort. I am starting to love it almost as much as I love Fernie. Given enough time there I think I could love it more than Fernie. It is steep, it is deep - it is heaven in the form of cornices, powder, cliffs, and gondolas. It has everything...even a live grizzly in a little hut on the edge of one of the runs. His name is Boo and he is the keeper of the Kicking Horse.
I took my camera but mostly forgot to use it. For everyone who was not on the trip the highlight of the weekend might appear to be Duane brushing his teeth after his morning bagel.
So now that I am back and have satisfied my snowboarding needs I am ready to fully embrace spring. And since Edmonton is not as ready as I am for warm weather and sunshine, I intend to find it elsewhere. Elsewhere = Hawaii. Our plane leaves this saturday afternoon and we don't plan on coming back until Edmonton sheds its winter skin. For 9 days we will bask in the warm Hawaiian sun, splash in shark-infested waters, fling ourselves off cliffs into the sea, and picnic on active volcanos. Hopefully when we return Alberta will be ready for Anna's flip flop...because I know I will be.
Upon requests I am graciously willing to spend some of my time in Hawaii thinking about my friends back home. Just ask where and when you want me to think about you (example: Kristy Bidne, day 5, on the beach) and I will arrange a moment for it to happen. It will almost be as good as being there yourself...you may never feel the need to visit tropical paradise again.
Jenna
Monday, March 12, 2007
March 8 was the day
March 8 was the day that I decided was the day to take out my thongs (flip flops for those of you uncomfortable with the proper term)
five months of winter and counting...I am too impatient to wait any longer. Normally I start wearing my flip flop thongs in February, but these are snowy times. March 8 was also the first time that I got to see the sights of Innisfail. In a long story shortened, I was walking around Innisfail in my flip flop thongs looking for the local impound lot, and there was mud, and ice, and snow.
Mud + ice + snow = dirty & cold feet.
I looked down at my unfortunately clad feet and laughed out loud for all the townies to hear.
This adventure did not stop me from wearing flip flop thongs again. I have been wearing them ever since. Even though it is a little bit crazy.
Anna
five months of winter and counting...I am too impatient to wait any longer. Normally I start wearing my flip flop thongs in February, but these are snowy times. March 8 was also the first time that I got to see the sights of Innisfail. In a long story shortened, I was walking around Innisfail in my flip flop thongs looking for the local impound lot, and there was mud, and ice, and snow.
Mud + ice + snow = dirty & cold feet.
I looked down at my unfortunately clad feet and laughed out loud for all the townies to hear.
This adventure did not stop me from wearing flip flop thongs again. I have been wearing them ever since. Even though it is a little bit crazy.
Anna
Sunday, March 04, 2007
On a scale of cold...
There are exactly 20 days until I arrive in Hawaii. It seems quite far away still. 3 weeks is the equivalent of 2 papers and four finals. When you look at it in those terms it feels like 20 days will never finish before I get to feel the hot sun burning the top layer of my flesh. After five months of snow a sun burn will be a welcome change. Normally I try to protect against skin damage, but this may be the first time that I dare the sun to alter my skin colour to a nice rouge.
Yesterday was soo lovely that I had to go outside and wade through the slush. But, when I use the word lovely it has to be understod from the context of a comparison to the day before. Friday was soo cold that I could hear ice crystals crunching inside my legs when I quit waiting for the bus after 25 minutes and then went back home. This said, I find it humourous that nice weather in Edmonton is relative to the weather the day before. On a scale of cold...
Hawaii will be a nice reprieve from Edmonton. If I could, I would bring our hosts a bucket of snow to treasure. The locals have probably never seen it before.
This moment of thinking about Hawaii was a vacation in itself from thinking about homework stuff. I may not even need to go. Just Kidding!
Anna
Yesterday was soo lovely that I had to go outside and wade through the slush. But, when I use the word lovely it has to be understod from the context of a comparison to the day before. Friday was soo cold that I could hear ice crystals crunching inside my legs when I quit waiting for the bus after 25 minutes and then went back home. This said, I find it humourous that nice weather in Edmonton is relative to the weather the day before. On a scale of cold...
Hawaii will be a nice reprieve from Edmonton. If I could, I would bring our hosts a bucket of snow to treasure. The locals have probably never seen it before.
This moment of thinking about Hawaii was a vacation in itself from thinking about homework stuff. I may not even need to go. Just Kidding!
Anna
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
yogging
I have finally discovered a good use for this frigid artic north weather we are most often uncerimoniously subjected to. Jogging. Normally when I engage in strenuous activities that make me sweat I get far too overheated and then want to give up. Now I still want to give up just because jogging mostly sucks, but strangely enough I feel like I want to give up less. By the time I am finished and am arriving back at my house (10 minutes after leaving my house), I am a nice temperature. And if I find a way to ignore the stabbing pain in my chest and abdomen, and the lack of oxygen in my lungs, I figure I will eventually begin to somewhat tolerate jogging in the winter. Jogging in the summer is a entirely different thing altogether. The only way I can figure out how to get around the overheating issue is to jog naked. Yeah, exactly...the solution seems far too easy. I guess I still have awhile to think about it.
Someone once told me you feel something called a joggers high after jogging. The only high I feel is attributed to the fact that I am usually about to pass out due to the lack of oxygen going to my brain. Frankly smoking something seems easier.
Jenna
Someone once told me you feel something called a joggers high after jogging. The only high I feel is attributed to the fact that I am usually about to pass out due to the lack of oxygen going to my brain. Frankly smoking something seems easier.
Jenna
Monday, February 26, 2007
We are soo bad at this
We are terribe at keeping this thing updated! But, since I have homework to procrastinate from doing, finding something to blog about seems rather appealing. Back in the days of University in Lethbridge, it was much easier to procrastinate from homework. There were always people that wanted to play Rook or go to a movie. If Liane was not home then Jenna and I would think of some way to PUNK Liane's room. Like the time that we stuffed everything into balloons or when we placed a hundred post-it-notes on every available surface. I am sure that Liane remembers those times with just as much fondness. I think that since going back to University I have created a schedule of cleaning my room that correlates quite accuratley with the due dates of all my major assignments and exams.
Hmm... only 5 minutes have passed. This is hard. There has got to be better things to do to procrastinate. I need some ideas.
A.W.
Hmm... only 5 minutes have passed. This is hard. There has got to be better things to do to procrastinate. I need some ideas.
A.W.
Saturday, February 10, 2007
just a spoon full of sugar...
As usual, Anna Horgus is right. It has been far too long since I shared my story with the peoples. Sadly, my story is rather short and uneventful. I will spare you all from my many "epic" tales of exam-writing and employment. It is my desire to bring words of great cheer and joy instead. Unfortunately, I cannot think of any at this time as my head is full of sinus fluid and might, at any given moment, explode and spray little bits of jenna cerebrum and cerebellum everywhere. As you might already have guessed, I am ill. Unlike my dear friend anna, I will not be attempting any courageous feats such as 'tire changing' or 'dance class' in the near future. Instead I will remain a prisoner of my spacious, comfortable loft, that is, at least for the next 24 hours. And oh, what a long 24 hours it will be. There is not even a television or good old fashioned game of twister in the vicinity.
I am still quite contagious so any gifts, flowers, money, soft, furry animals, and/or sympathy notes may be placed at the bottom of my staircase. I have positioned a little bell on the third stair from the bottom that people may ring to inform me that they have left me something. I do not have any masks or gloves available at this time so I advise gift-bearers not to linger. Although, I will leave a scheduler at the bottom of the stairs next to the bell so that my fan...I mean, friends, may request to spend time with me later on in the week when I not so close to death's door. Time slots are limited and will go fast so come early and bring the biggest gift.
Jenna
I am still quite contagious so any gifts, flowers, money, soft, furry animals, and/or sympathy notes may be placed at the bottom of my staircase. I have positioned a little bell on the third stair from the bottom that people may ring to inform me that they have left me something. I do not have any masks or gloves available at this time so I advise gift-bearers not to linger. Although, I will leave a scheduler at the bottom of the stairs next to the bell so that my fan...I mean, friends, may request to spend time with me later on in the week when I not so close to death's door. Time slots are limited and will go fast so come early and bring the biggest gift.
Jenna
Sunday, February 04, 2007
Man Skills
Today was a markable day. I added to my list of skills, a man skill. My friend Liane came to pick me up to go out for coffee and just before we left she noticed that the back tire on the passenger's side was flat. While she was looking for the phone number for Roadside assistance, I worked on getting the lugnuts off the tire. I had one left by the time she found it. So she didnt call. She hoisted the jack and I put on the donut. This may be presumptuous, but for one afternoon I was her hero. When you read this Liane: "I can be your hero baby..." Play this song in your head. You know the one.
Today Tire changing, tuesday dancing, thursday...... I may bake something.
Anna
Today Tire changing, tuesday dancing, thursday...... I may bake something.
Anna
Saturday, January 27, 2007
Over the Hill
I know it is now a day too late, but I just wanted to wish my brother Kevan a happy birthday.
Happy 26th Kevan!!! May you and Wayne Gretzky have many more.
Jenna
Happy 26th Kevan!!! May you and Wayne Gretzky have many more.
Jenna
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
dance dance revolution
there was a day when Jenna blogged more than I. Can I steal the right to bother Jenna about needing to Blog more often? votes?
Dance lessons started tonight. First we watched them demonstrate the dance and then after a few practises with girls on one side and boys on the other, then we had to go find a partner and dance. Well, I sucked soo much that guys ran away from me. Practising on separate sides was actually a chance for guys and girls to size eachother up and check out skills. At least that is my theory. It was lucky for me though when Ruthey left and her partner was left unattended. After staying an extra hour after the lesson for some extra instruction (from James) I think that I have a tiny grasp of the footwork for the Waltz.
By the end of the semester I anticipate being able to do one dance. But not one single one, a new modernized combination of all the dances that looks nothing like anything the dance instructors could recognize. I am convinced that since my learning curve is longer than everyone else, I will not master any and have to improvise a combination of all of them. This will be the birth of the new one. during The spring I may hold my own dance lessons for anyone interested in learning modern ballroom dances for the gracefully inept. Sign up will start soon and cost will be a skill trade-off. I give you dance lesson you teach me a new skill of yours.
Sign up here.
Anna
Dance lessons started tonight. First we watched them demonstrate the dance and then after a few practises with girls on one side and boys on the other, then we had to go find a partner and dance. Well, I sucked soo much that guys ran away from me. Practising on separate sides was actually a chance for guys and girls to size eachother up and check out skills. At least that is my theory. It was lucky for me though when Ruthey left and her partner was left unattended. After staying an extra hour after the lesson for some extra instruction (from James) I think that I have a tiny grasp of the footwork for the Waltz.
By the end of the semester I anticipate being able to do one dance. But not one single one, a new modernized combination of all the dances that looks nothing like anything the dance instructors could recognize. I am convinced that since my learning curve is longer than everyone else, I will not master any and have to improvise a combination of all of them. This will be the birth of the new one. during The spring I may hold my own dance lessons for anyone interested in learning modern ballroom dances for the gracefully inept. Sign up will start soon and cost will be a skill trade-off. I give you dance lesson you teach me a new skill of yours.
Sign up here.
Anna
Monday, January 22, 2007
Edmonton is shrinking
Does anyone else feel sick of this snow? I am feeling itchy to have hot weather and green grass. Roller blades and flopping. The longer that this snow takes up space, the more that Edmonton feels like it is shrinking. I suppose that I could try snow flopping.
Anna
Anna
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
I figured out how to turn back time!
My alarm went off at 7 this morning to signal that I needed to wake up, shower and get ready for school. So I jumped out of bed, showered, dressed, did my hair, and went to the kitchen to eat breakfast. I was completly surprised though when, I read the clock on the stove and it read 6:40.
While I was in the shower I turned back time!!!
It was 20 minutes earlier than when I woke up. I was so overwhlemed by this ability that i stared into space for a few minutes trying to decide what to do with my new found time. I didnt have to leave until 8:20, but I was ready for school. I almost read my textbook to celebrate. GOOD NEWS! I didnt read it and instead went to bed for a little longer. Ahhh...what super power will I have tommorrow.....?
Anna
While I was in the shower I turned back time!!!
It was 20 minutes earlier than when I woke up. I was so overwhlemed by this ability that i stared into space for a few minutes trying to decide what to do with my new found time. I didnt have to leave until 8:20, but I was ready for school. I almost read my textbook to celebrate. GOOD NEWS! I didnt read it and instead went to bed for a little longer. Ahhh...what super power will I have tommorrow.....?
Anna
Sunday, January 14, 2007
Coffee O.D.
I actually physically reached the point where I consumed too much coffee. Not only was I awake alll night last night,(not even a little bit tired), but I had to pee all night too.
I went out to watch the Battle of Alberta last night with my friend Liane, of which Calgary won 3-1, and all I really ordered was a cup of coffee (and 10 10cent wings). Hockey games are generally about 3 hours long, that means 3 hours of refilling my coffee. 3 hours of solid coffee consumption. I still felt water-logged during church this morning. My stomach made water splooshing sounds as I walked about.
Anna
I went out to watch the Battle of Alberta last night with my friend Liane, of which Calgary won 3-1, and all I really ordered was a cup of coffee (and 10 10cent wings). Hockey games are generally about 3 hours long, that means 3 hours of refilling my coffee. 3 hours of solid coffee consumption. I still felt water-logged during church this morning. My stomach made water splooshing sounds as I walked about.
Anna
so that's how it's gonna end...
Well, I figured it was time to discover what fate awaits me:
shoot.
jenna
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shoot.
jenna
Co-blogging on our co-blog
Anna and I have had many requests recently to update our blog. SO we decided that, since we were hanging out together this afternoon, that we would write a blog together. The first of its kind.
Anna said to me, "what should we blog about Jenna?" I said to her, "something that we always discuss when we are together." To which she replied, "ourselves and how hot we are?"
"Exactly," I said.
She then began laughing uncontrollably like a Tickle-Me-Elmo and started making gurgling noises out of her nose.
"Seriously," she said. Then we got serious.
Some funky music came on the stereo and we began to groove. Music from 1997, the best year ever for music. Music that shaped how we viewed the world. Songs like "sex and candy" altered our perception of candy while "Glycerine" and "Mo Money Mo Problems" made us aware of real world issues. The best memories of the 7th grade I have are when I would cruise the streets of Elkford on my skateboard with my ghetto blaster loudly projecting Weird Al's soul-seeking single "Amish Paradise." Anna has similar memories. She single handedly ruled her Coalhurst hood listening to Coolio and dribbling a soccer ball around The Hurst's 4 metropolitan blocks. She could often be seen sitting on the sidewalk drinking her favorite chic-a-cherry Cola. Yep, 1997 was an epic year for the both of us. One decade ago this year.
In other news, Anna reports that she will be posting random acts of dancing in the upcoming future. Stay tuned...
AJ Wilgus
Anna said to me, "what should we blog about Jenna?" I said to her, "something that we always discuss when we are together." To which she replied, "ourselves and how hot we are?"
"Exactly," I said.
She then began laughing uncontrollably like a Tickle-Me-Elmo and started making gurgling noises out of her nose.
"Seriously," she said. Then we got serious.
Some funky music came on the stereo and we began to groove. Music from 1997, the best year ever for music. Music that shaped how we viewed the world. Songs like "sex and candy" altered our perception of candy while "Glycerine" and "Mo Money Mo Problems" made us aware of real world issues. The best memories of the 7th grade I have are when I would cruise the streets of Elkford on my skateboard with my ghetto blaster loudly projecting Weird Al's soul-seeking single "Amish Paradise." Anna has similar memories. She single handedly ruled her Coalhurst hood listening to Coolio and dribbling a soccer ball around The Hurst's 4 metropolitan blocks. She could often be seen sitting on the sidewalk drinking her favorite chic-a-cherry Cola. Yep, 1997 was an epic year for the both of us. One decade ago this year.
In other news, Anna reports that she will be posting random acts of dancing in the upcoming future. Stay tuned...
AJ Wilgus
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
dance fever
I am going to take dance lessons!!!'
Even though I have 5 left feet, they have let me sign up.
I made a new years resolution this year. It was to quit drinking coffee. As a back-up resolution I decided to acquire new skills. the coffee one was a fake one I suppose, since deep down I did not actually want give up my favourite beverage, snack and replacment meal.
Anna
Even though I have 5 left feet, they have let me sign up.
I made a new years resolution this year. It was to quit drinking coffee. As a back-up resolution I decided to acquire new skills. the coffee one was a fake one I suppose, since deep down I did not actually want give up my favourite beverage, snack and replacment meal.
Anna
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