Prince Edward Island

Good morning! I did my typing lesson with Mom today. She is good at teaching me what to do. I found the typing hard because I wiped out on my bike yesterday. Today my shoulder is sore & typing the "y" makes my shoulder hurt. I also got a few scrapes on my hands. So Mom let me have the day off from cleaning up at lunch.

On Thanksgiving Weekend we are going to PEI. I can't wait. It is going to be fun. We are going to be sleeping in our tent. Dann & Katelyn don't want to sleep in a tent. But I want to. I have an air mattress that we could use if no one wanted to sleep on the ground.

Sick as a dog but in denial

Hey folks. I have one of those nasty head colds - caught from Sammy. It has me feeling weak & snotty and sneezing alot. I have been in denial about said cold but now readily admit that I have one. This morning I ran 5 km, this afternoon I biked 7 km. But tomorrow I won't be exercising. On our bike we bumped into our friend Kat. She came biking with us & then came back for lunch & tea. While I made lunch the kids showed her the "best of" from the first season of Our Theatre. It was fun to have impromptu company.

Tonight we went to Katelyn's curriculum night ... at the end we joked it was both our first & last time. We thought we could introduce ourselves & make a connection. But it was just teachers handing out the course outline & going over the course outline. I liked the same teachers that Katelyn likes. I found the teachers boring that Katelyn finds boring. Hopefully we'll have better luck at parent teacher interviews.

Well what to say. I am wondering what it takes to get Sam to stop bugging me. Sammy thinks that I am writing about him on the blog, and he is nagging me to get off the computer so that he can play a game. He doesn't know that he can play games without the computer. I have also updated Our Theatre. The HTML update didn't take as long as expected. I hope you enjoy it.

Matt has been unusually quiet today, even though he devoured a pound of pound cake. He is wearing his usual Spider-Man T-shirt, and black nylon track pantyhose. Just kidding. Trousers.

His red hair is as fragrant as ever of Jalapenos. My tongue is burning just thinking about what his hair might taste like. Sammy's blond hair reminds me of Melanie, because he likes Melanie, and Melanie likes him. He has a new Tonka shirt that he loves to wear. He looks very cute in it, and i would be writing more about him if he weren't punching me in the head.

We are all a bit tired right now, but it shouldn't be forever.

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Sunny Day

Hey guys. Sorry about yesterday's post. It was bad. Today I feel good and cheerful. It is sunny and I can't wait to go outside. Oh, and Dann set up the theatre so that's good too!

Sarah

Computer Troubles

What a bad time at the library. It took ten minutes to get a computer. Then it took another ten minutes to try to fix it. Then it took another ten minutes to try to get two other ones to work. Here I am out of time so I have to say good bye.

Sarah

Our Theatre

You might be asking why there are no videos in our theatre yet. Well, I'll answer your question for you. I have been working on setting up for season 2, and this time our site will have lots more stuff, and of course, more videos, one every week. However, the less comments there are about the videos, the less videos there will be. So be patient, October will be the time to look at the blog.

Well, what to say? The boys were really loud and whiny this morning, we are having company, so the house is undergoing a vicious cleany-up, and the computer is constantly being used by matt (using Google SketchUp of course). he has built a town of 3-D houses, buses, cars and trucks, he has built mansions, observitories, so many things. When he is done, He will save pictures of the town and post them on the blog. Dad recently gave me his old out of service cell-phone to play around with, and I asked him if I could still call 911. He answered no, and tried to prove it. He took the old cellphone and dialed 911. It started ringing, dad quickly pressed END, and the cellphone went quiet. We haven't been visited by the police, but we are not going to play around with the cell phone again. Speaking of 911, I would like to know how much money the police charge you for a 911 prank. I am sure that Nathan has gotten one, I would like to know. Anyway, I have go now....

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Where there is smoke, there is fire.

While writing that last blog I started smelling something. I ran upstairs as I remembered that I had left small pot of millet on the stove. Yep. There wasn't any water in it at all. I took it outside just as all the kids came running. Dann is giggling, "You ruined the pot! Mom, what were you doing?" We've opened all the windows and doors. This is clearly the biggest smoke-fest we've ever had. The disturbing thing is the smoke alarm didn't go off.

The run to end all runs

Last night Ron & I went on a night run. We quite enjoy these as it gives us a bit of time together & afterwards we can just take a quick shower & then fall into bed & sleep like babies. We always do the same route which involves mostly flats with small hills, then a moderate hill in the middle. Last night, without any warning, Ron decided to start on our regular route & then run up Cowie Hill. I don't know the grade exactly but basically it is straight up. It was quite balmy out but the wind was hitting us straight in the face. I thought maybe he was just extending our route at first & we would go back down. Half way up I cried out, "are we running to the top?" Yes, yes we were. It was brutal. I am sore today but feeling a bit triumphant that I managed to finish it. Ron said as we ran after the hill, "I believe you have hit your sweet spot." I growled, "I was in my sweet spot before you made me run that big hill."

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The case of the missing thong

I'll bet the title of my blog got you interested. No really I am talking about my birkenstocks & just wanted to sound exciting.

Last week I couldn't find one of my birkenstocks. I had just been cleaning out the shoe box & had thrown out my OLD birkenstocks with the thought, "why did I keep these around?" In a rush to get out the door I went into the garbage & picked out my old Birks & have been wearing them all week.

This morning I had to face the truth: it was time to look through the garbage & see if I had accidentally, in a child-induced schizophrenic altered state, thrown out one of my new Birks. The good news is that it wasn't in there. The bad news is this meant gowing through the garbage which was stinky AND the fact that I still don't know where my Birk is. My old ones are killing my feet ... this means war on the house, tidying until I find it.

Quote from Sam

Here is a quote from Sam this morning, said in a whiny voice. "Matt is always telling on me. And SOMETIMES I didn't do what he says."

Chocolate Moose

Hi. I have 2 zits and they hurt (if I push on them). Dan said,"we are not going to the library today". I said,"What? When did that start?" "Sarah," Dan said, "the library is not open to day". Oh!

Mom and I went to Shopper's Drug Mart and got a new wart treatment. You are supposed to press a -55C brush to the wart for 40 seconds to freeze it off. IT HURT! Dad explained to me that all the heat in my body was going to the wart finger so it could warm it up. So it was like having a fire on your finger.

I have a story from when I was little. One day Mom said that we were going to have chocolate mousse for dessert. I thought that a person would come & drop off the moose. I was hoping to get a piece of the antler. At supper time Mom brought out a pudding-like dish and put it into bowls. She gave it to us and said, "this is chocolate mousse". I couldn't speak. I had such high hopes that I was going to get a piece of the antler. But instead Mom melted the antler and gave it to everyone instead of just me. Luckily the mousse was very rich. I ate all of it and felt very full.

Matt is acting like an animal lately. He has been scratching, screaming, barking, and biting. And I am being right and serious. He is currently next to me licking my cheek. I've been thinking about getting him a choke chain for his birthday. He needs it the most. And he won't leave me alone. I would like him to have a rabies test, because he drools and does said things. He has a craving for horsemeat every now and then, and those chompers, look like they have been chewing trees. He stepped in dog poo, and wiped it on the front passenger seat (he really did), and we were wondering if dad brought a diaperless baby in the van. Oh, it must have been Matt. Now he is hoofing me, and scratching me as well. ARGHHH, when will he stop? He is losing his english abilities as we speak, and is grunting and growling when he sees a bunny rabbit. Every now and again, he chews cud. He is no longer cute. He has been seeing burying bones in the backyard, and he attacked me when I dug them up. He has been making doghouses on Google SketchUp, and that is just about it. He also loves a good belly tickle. Now he is squealing.

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Saturdays

September has been unusually active so I have been looking forward to Saturdays. As Katelyn mentioned we all cycled to the Dingle park which is a first (we have never biked as a family before). We looked like ducks and ducklings. It started raining when we reached the park, but there was a milk promotion event going on. They had a vehicle that 7 people could pedal at the same time and one person would stear. If you can imagine a septagon with wheels and bike seats at each junction so that the riders are all facing the center you'll get the idea. Some people are riding backwards, some sideways and one lucky person - the person who stears - faces forward; everyone pedals. There was a clown who was making balloon aliens and some other activities. These unplanned events seem to happen to us a fair bit.

A week ago when we went to this same park we lounged around for the whole morning and afternoon. When we returned home we did various things and at the end of the day it felt like we had lived through a double day (time-wise) of relaxation and enjoying each other. Maybe the sun stood still for us. It was fantastic.

A Rolling Stone Gathers no Moss....except when it's raining

~Bruce MacKinnon - who's awesome by the way


Well, if that doesn't give you any idea of what Halifax has been like for the past week...I'll elabourate. I've been hearing stories of people renting out their apartments for the night ($400 per person, includes food), burying their drugs, booze and food in the Commons so they can dig them up during the Stone's concert, and apparently there are going to be 60 extra police officers working down town tonight. You're only allowed to bring 1 litre of water into the concert - everything else you have to buy. They're suggesting that you bring $100 for food. There are security checks. I was thinking of going to the top of Colpitt Lake (you can see the entire city from there) or sneak into York Redoubt (you'd be able to hear the concert from there), but the concert started two hours ago, and it's pouring rain. The 60,000 people at the concert aren't allowed to bring umbrellas or chairs. I hope they're having fun!

As for me, I'm quite happy to stay at home on a Saturday and listen to alternative music. We went to the Dingle park today and there were a conspicuous lack of middle aged men and women out walking their dogs.

We all biked to the Dingle - all seven of us. We must have looked pretty funny. The family of seven and their bicycles. Oh well, we might as well get all the use we can out of them while it's still warm(ish).

Life is good when you are 40???

So I'm not sure how I feel about being 40. I didn't think it was any big deal. But now that I am 40 I don't like the sound of it. I was thinking today about all my friends from High School and University - they are all turning 40 too. At least we are all in it together.

So Ron wanted to get me something really special for my birthday. His aunt also sent me some money & wanted to get me something really special. I thought about it for awhile & decided on a bike. Ron was excited when I told him. I thought I would like to get an old-fashioned bike like I had when I was a kid. There is this cool second-hand bike shop downtown that builds bikes from scratch - there are no gears, just good old-fashioned 1 speeds with the brakes that you just push backwards. They even sell the same bike that I had when I was a kid - a sparkly yellow bike with a white & yellow banana seat.

So I am talking on the phone to Ron about the one speed bike thing. Katelyn is sitting beside me. They are guffawing, snorting & in every other way making fun of me. They claim that I CAN'T possibly really want a one speed bike.What? They were great when we were kids. You can go anywhere on them. No one wanted to steal it because it is just an ugly single speed bike. And we never locked them up. No one would steal your bike. Sigh. Those were the days.

So we went to the second hand bike shop (called Ideal Bikes & this is a shameless plug because it was a great place). Ron does all the talking. She wants a mountain bike. For pleasure riding only. The guy points at a bike & says, "this is what I would recommend for her. It is a great bike & it is her height". (What am I, a child? Perhaps I should be happy - he thinks I am Ron's daughter, not his 40 year old wife. ) I took the bike for a little test drive. Then he showed us a bunch of other ones & I just looked at Ron and said, "I have no idea how to make this decision. Let's just take the first one." So that is what we did. I got a helmet too.

I LOVE my new bike. And I'm glad I got the speeds. Halifax is a lot hillier than the town where I grew up. Today was a beautiful day & the 4 youngest & I went to the Frog Pond trails & then into the Dingle Park. I loved every minute on my bike. Um except when we were on Purcell's Cove Road, just on the side of the road & Sammy stopped suddenly in front of me. I braked hard on my front brake, hit the cross bar you-know-where & my back tire flipped up. It was spectacular to look at but not much fun to experience. Sam said, "why did you scream like that Mommy?" Dan just laughed at me in that pleasant way that a 12 year old boy can laugh at his mom. Really he was laughing WITH me, not at me.

Yippee!

I have a great new recipe for all of you.

We made it in family studies today, I don't have the recipe on me right now, but the food was soft pretzels. They had some Latin origin, something to do with prayer, and in the olden days, the kids would get a pretzel if they said their prayers. We had to finish a certain quiz that Ms. Fraser gave us, I basically we would go around the table, reciting from the quiz and saying if it were true or not. I got to say my favorite question: When checking a boiling pot, open the lid as to allow the steam to blow in your face. True or False?

There was another funny one: If a knife falls, attempt to catch it. True of False?

Anyway, I'll post the recipe later on. I can't wait till we try it at home.

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School

Well, for the third time, I am going to be going to a class tomorrow. I went with a tie, an apron and a chef's hat, but the apron was all that was necesarry, and I got a couple of blank remarks about the chefs hat and the tie. Stuff like, "nice hat", or "you look like a retard". I don't mind being called a retard, because, nowadays, being called a retard means that the person thinks you look dumb and funny. That did not overshoot my outfit at all. Dumb and Funny. We were making cookies (surprise, surprise), original of course and we were told to decorate a paper bag to take home the cookies you baked in. I thought that sounded day-care-ish, so I wrote on the bag:

FLY-SICK
Toss your cookies in comfort

That got a lot more laughs than my outfit.


Anyway, I have to burn a CD for Katelyn.

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Swearing

Sam said to me this morning, "You can only swear if mom and dad say they won't call the police ... or God."

I have not been vigilant at reporting these kinds of quote, which happen fairly often. If I forget to write them down I can never remember them. I'm getting old (but not as old as Marsha who turns 40 tomorrow ... or is that 39.95, I can't remember, but it's tomorrow).

Chinese Torture

Well, where to begin? The Chinese are quite elaborate. They have invented the so called "water torture", and they have also been known to have invented the parachute, they were great astronomers, they had a religion, (hard to set up these days), and they can all cook. Well, that brings us to why I am typing these words on the keyboard. Chinese Torture. We may have blogged about these people before, but you might know that homemade Chinese food is the most interesting substance. For instance. One Chinese student named Hai Pung Suo, AKA Jason, cooked us crab, chicken in a coke marinade, eggs and tomatoes, spicy accessories, and basically, nothing suitable for the Abarbanel family. Anyway, we had a hard time wolfing down these Chinese authenticates, but we managed to compliment Jason by eating it. However, the night after that was a living Hell for all of us. Anyway, so another Chinese friend, named Windel, I believe, had his mother over from China, and she decided to cook for all of us, plus Jason, his girlfriend, and Windel himself, and I was really reluctant to go over, because I despised Chinese food. The only Chinese food I like is western Chinese food, and that isn't really Chinese. Anyway, so with great hesitation, I hopped in the van, and got my stomach ready. By the way, Mom said that the mother was probably a better cook. Uh-Huh. Well, we went into the apartment building, went up the extremely creaky elevator (which I like, because the smooth ones make me feel sick) and entered the death trap. There was shellfish on the table, which reminded me of stale fish paste (it was just that actually) and so I dipped one in the extremely hot sauce, and wolfed it down to see the taste. My mouth tingled a bit after gulping down the hot sauce, but nothing much. The cracker was typical Chinese. After the rest of the food came onto the table, I saw pork. I CANNOT stomach pork, I have bad night afterwards, so I always refuse to eat it. I should have known better. The Chinese said that it was Beef. The Chinese don't know the difference. So I ate it. First I went cold and clammy, then I went into the bathroom and had some serious diarrhoea, finally coming back out, feeling marginally better, I didn't eat anything more than rice, after that. Of course the Chinese noticed my out of health behavior, and asked if it had anything to do with the food. I said it was the spice. Not the "beef", as the Chinese called it. I woke up, with an aching stomach the day later. Chinese Torture. Very hard to experiment with. It can be very deadly. And so, I am now saying that I will never ever eat homemade Chinese food, unless the cook starts crying.

The other parts of that day, were marginally more happy. Matt got a brand new second hand bike, with five gears and handlebar brakes. The chain keeps slipping though, because he pushes his gear control down too fast. I need to tell him that. But it is fine by the moment, because, as all of you know, a gear bike with a slipped chain is easy to fix, if you are willing to get greasy hands.

We also went to point pleasant, making up Morbid names for Halifax. Here are some:

Hellifax (Halifax)
Deadford (Bedford)
Gackville (Sackville)
Dart-mouth (Dartmouth)
Point Unpleasant (Point Pleasant)
Helling Cove (Herring Cove)
Cryfield (Spryfield)
Satan Park (Clayton Park)

There were more, but I can't think of them.

Anyway, there was a blog that I think you will be satisfied with.

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Should I be doing homework?

That was a rhetorical question. Yes, I should be. No, I am not. But readers, Mom is right - I am a perfectionist. So the homework will get done - you need not worry.

Wow, so the second week of school was...surreal. I would get there and alternately think, "What am I doing here?" and, "I'm going to be late." Being late when you can walk to school sucks because you have no one to blame but yourself. "My bus was late!" just doesn't cut it. So far, though, I haven't had any trouble, though there have been some close calls. Oh well, if I do get detentionized in the end (which would be a first for me!) I'll take it in stride. It'll be my fault after all.

Today is the start of the third week, and I'm getting into the groove of things. At some points it's still surreal, other I really enjoy. For example, today I had band three times, and I'm enjoying it a lot! It's much better than band in the J-high. Though the teacher did get a little terse today and said somthing along the lines of, "Lookit, guys. If I wanted to teach Junior High School? I'd teach Junior High school!" Which was good, really, because I'd rather not be in Junior High school band EVER, EVER again.

Chinese Food

Last night we went for Chinese food at the 1 bedroom apartment of one of our Chinese students. Now the living room had been turned into a roommate's bedroom. Windel cleared his stuff & brought in some tables & borrowed some chairs. It was nice. His mom is visiting & they both seemed to be sleeping in Windel's room. Oh dear.

We had a very nice time. I really liked Windel's mom even though she didn't speak English. She was concerned about my health - did I get enough nutrition when I couldn't eat pork, beef or milk? I told her I ate lots of tofu, which she smiled at. I also told her she looked very young to be the mother of Windel. She is 50, quite beautiful, and looks like a younger, fitter Adrienne Clarkson. She smiled & said I did not look like she expected a mother of 5 children to look. She very much regretted the "one child policy" in China & wished she had the opportunity to have more children. Our kids were particularly charming last night so I could see her point.

Garbage Day - my favourite day of the week

OK. I know this isn't politically correct. I shouldn't LOVE garbage day. Let me preface my comments by saying I also love Big Brother's pick up your stuff day & recycling/compost day. But every two weeks it is garbage day & I like that clean feeling of having two weeks of garbage removed from our house.

Matt has a blanket which I bought second hand & has just come to the end of it's life. I asked Ron if he agreed that it was time to throw it out. The material had frayed & bits of cotton batting were coming out. Matt felt very sad & started to cry. Matt said, "I've had that blanket since I was 5." Ron put him on his knee & they said a few words. "Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. You were a good blanket for these last 3 years & we appreciate that you kept us warm. Amen." Then I put the blanket in the garbage & asked if Matt wanted to take it to the curb. But this made him too sad. He asked for a new Value Village blanket just like it - pink, yellow & purple flowers. The next time I am near Value Village I promised to take a look.

The silence of Katelyn

I've noticed that school makes Katelyn tired. And perhaps she is a bit of a perfectionist because her assignments weigh heavily on her ... she is spending a lot of time on them. But there are other highlights ... having a class with no teacher (the teacher's daughter was ill & the office forgot to send a substitute). Then there was a firedrill & the teacherless class filed outside without supervision. A bit of a no-no to the fire department. Then they go back to the class with plans to sign their name on the attendance sheet & leave. Just as they are about to go the "substitute" shows up. He knows nothing about Canadian history & tells them they can do whatever they want EXCEPT leave. Ahhh ... institutional learning. I remember the same craziness when I worked in an office job. The computers would go down for the entire day ... you could go home if you wanted to but that would mean losing pay. So instead we would kick up our heels & go out for long lunches, dusted our desks, and, in Ron's case, played pool in the company pool room.

That, my friends, is the reason that we all pay taxes so dutifully.

History of the doughnut

In the old days a doughnut would be a treat. Today a doughnut would be a treat to but doughnut did NOT mean the same thing.I was reading some old recipes after you make the dough it says take spoon size dough and put it on a pan so that means today's timbit is the old days doughnut.

AWESOME!!!!

Oh man, you need to download this. The Google toolbar. It has a blog search, you can Google search right away, it has spellcheck, bookmarks, pop up-block, news, everything all in this little thing that reminds me of a utility belt. AMAZING!!

Anyway, here is another book.

Book 3: Skeleton Key.

Sarov. A madman bent on destroying Russia and rebuilding it his way. He lives on a communist island called Skeleton Key, in a castle. His best friend is Conrad, a disheveled Frankenstein of a human. a bomb detonated in his car, while he was in it. He managed to survive, but he payed the price. Now his looks are as deadly as his personality. He loves the sight of blood, and would relish the moment of seeing somebody go through a meat grinder. Anyway, he goes to kill The Salesman, the man responsible for smuggling nuclear weapons onto the island, but his work was cut out for him. The boat caught fire before he could detonate the bombs, therefor it looked like an accident. But it wasn't. The person who set the boat alight was Alex, because he was trying to get the Salesman as well. Anyway, Alex had been through quite a bit. First he is reemployed, to hunt down a man from a gang called The Big Circle, last time counted, there were 19,000 members. They are all tied to a to an oath. If anybody hurts one member, they all are hurt. So they will never stop hunting the person who embarrassed them. Alex was one of these people. He foiled one members plan to get rich on a wimbledon match, he was injecting drugs into the water cooler that the tennis players drank out of, to make them tired. Except for one player. Odds were 300 to 1, so he just wanted to win at a bet. However, he noticed Alex following him, so he trapped him. To make a long story short, Alex knocked him out, then was attacked again by a guy on a jet ski, while surfing, then he is employed by the CIA to track down Sarov and dismantle his bomb. He is accompanied by two adult spys, whom he has to save from that boat that caught light, because the Salesman ties to Sarov more than anyone else. Alex lights the boat, gets the spy, and swims for his life. Of course, he was blamed when Conrad's explosives sank the boat, but that was what Conrad wanted. The least blame he could get. So, finally getting to skeleton key, the adults find an underwater entrance to Sarov's house, but are killed when the cave turned out to be a crusher. Alex didn't know this, so he went down to take a look. He was attacked by a great white shark. But he lured him into the cave, and that was the end of the shark. He came back up, was quickly tied up and gagged, and thrown into Sarov's house. To make a longer story even shorter, the bomb was planted, Alex dismantled it, Managed to kill Conrad, and Sarov shot himself, because Alex started to remind him of his son, who died at war. Wierd. You didn't have to read that. Only mom did.

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Saturday Sabbath

Today we had a very pleasant Sabbath. We went to the park & the kids played while Ron & I had quiet times. Then we picked up some subs for lunch & went BACK to the park. The kids met an eccentric lady with bleached blond hair & finger nails that were about 7 inches long - so long that they curled. We came home & the kids did some arts & crafts or read like us. For dinner I made buns & salmon chowder. Then we watched "Dirty Jobs". The weather was 24 (unusually warm for September) and some of the kids got burned. Ron was wearing this bright yellow t-shirt that I didn't want him to buy and never want him to wear. The kids were bugging him about it all day & even stopping people and saying, "excuse me, do you like this shirt?" Katelyn said it wasn't the sun that burned her, it was Ron's t-shirt.

I've suddenly become enchanted with breadmaking. Somehow it makes me feel very Mother earth-ish. If you have simple recipes for bread or buns I'd love to try them.

I am finally admitting that I am competitive

Katelyn & I got up at 6:30 yesterday to run before she had to go to school. She actually didn't run WITH me - her pace is fast. So I was happily running along by myself, alternating between two songs. One is Robin Mark's "Jesus, all for Jesus" ... meaning I am keeping fit for Jesus. The other diddy is more like a mantra of "this is making my butt smaller". You've gotta do what you've gotta do to keep going, folks. So there I am in my little world & I hear a voice over my right shoulder. It is my friend Kari, who says, "I thought I recognized your van". Now there are many people I would be happy to meet while running but Kari is not one of them. She is a personal trainer, runs 40 miles a week, does weights twice a week & teaches 5 aerobics classes a week. She also runs marathons. Regularly.

BUT since I am a very competitive person I decided to keep pace with her. We ran about 3 km together. She was wanting to carry on a normal conversation. I was barely able to say anything & was breathing heavily. After a mile she said, "you know your pace isn't bad - that is an 8 minute mile. You should consider running marathons". I explained that I used to run 10 km races as a teenager but now just try to run for 30 minutes to stay fit. She said, "I've only ever run one 10 km race. Marathon's are more my distance. I did run two 5 km races. One two days before my son was born & one two weeks after." At this point we were at 28 minutes. Normally I like to trick myself into running further by telling myself I can stop at 30 minutes. Then I will run further thinking, "I don't have to do this but let's see how far I can go". Usually I make it to 32 minutes. But with Kari, running at her pace, I was looking at my watch at 28:30, then at 29 minutes, then at 29:30. Finally I said, "Kari I'm going to have to turn around here." And we parted ways with pleasantries. I stopped at EXACTLY 30 minutes, huffing and puffing like I've never huffed and puffed before. Today I woke up & was sore all over.

You are so rude!

I was in the grocery store yesterday & struck up a conversation with the bakery lady as she was filling the bread wall. Just then another shopper said to me, "you are so rude". I was shocked. I wasn't sure I had heard her right. As she lunged in to get another loaf of bread I said, "I hope I'm not in your way." She mumbled something in a terse voice AGAIN. I found my equilibrium disturbed. I was rolling my cart along wondering, "what could I have possibly done wrong? Was I in her way? Why didn't she just ask me to move like people do?". I found the bakery lady & asked her why that lady had said that. She said, "I don't think people understand the definition of rude and I don't think you are rude." It was a bizarre experience. But I'm glad that the bakery lady thinks I am A-OK.

Jury Duty

I got summoned for Jury Duty this week. In the process I learned a lot about being on a Jury. The only people who can elect to be tried by Jury are people who could get sentences of 5 years or more. So pretty serious crimes I would imagine. They use your health records to come up with the list of potential jurors - they send the letter to 25000 people per year in Nova Scotia. They pay you $40 per day but do not pay for parking or for mileage or for meals. Your employer is not required to pay you when you are on Jury duty although some do. The date to show up for possible Jury duty was just a range - you had to call a number to confirm the night before. And then the dates of the trial can be changed at the last minute.

I asked to excused from Jury Duty. I explained that I was homeschooling 4 children & that my husband travelled with his job. I said that if I knew the date of the trial months in advance & it jived with Ron's travel schedule (hmmm ... I think the last week before Christmas is free) then I could probably attend for 2 days. I wanted to appear willing - & I would be if the dates worked out. I take my citizenship seriously & wanted to communicate that.

So I'll let you know if I get excused. I was thinking the only people that could really do Jury duty would be those who work in some sort of job where someone can replace them and where their employer pays for them to be on Jury duty. The $40 per day allotment would only cover parking downtown & your meals.

My friend Debs said it always sounds so exotic to be called for Jury Duty. However her friends who have done it said it was very boring. I've heard that the biggest challenge for judges is to stay awake during proceedings.

Sending warm wishes for a good weekend to everyone out there in Blog Land.

a very big house

darn, it dose not buge

hey guys I am reading a new book THE SAME STUFF AS STARS its good so far its about a girl and her brother there mother comes home drunk every night so the girl has to take care of her brother

sarah

AAARRRGHHHH!!!. I HATE THIS COMPUTER. Not only is it slow, but the office chair sucks, and the keyboard is all sticky. Now some idiot changed the colors of the desktop around, so now everything that was white is now grey. This computer has just near driven me LOCO!

War is interesting. It's what all people think about from time to time. There is always a war going on, that the entire world knows about. Right now, its Isreal vs. Hezbolah. And it won't stop. As soon as the nuclear device hits, there will be a World War 3. And germany wouldn't have started it. Nuclear war. Great.

I'm glad that Canada doesn't have any nuclear devices. I'm also glad that they aren't cloning very much. Simply extract part of the nucleus out of an adult and plant it in a baby, and you have a clone. Luckily you have to raise them before they can fight. If you could just make them appear, then the earth's population should increase dramaticly. I've got a hunch that I won't live past the age of forty. PATHETIC.

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Blues

I hate this office chair. Here I am sitting at the library in the worst chair imaginable. First of all, the levers don't work so you can't adjust it at all, and second of all the entire chair is pitched in the forward angle, so you are in danger of falling off your seat and your nose is almost touching the screen. Blah. I am so tired. I did 14K on a bike today, and now my legs are sore, because I was on my hardest gear the entire time, and there are some nice hills to go up. I can't wait till I'm done, because then I've got no deeds to do, no promises to keep. Ahhh. I think I will be a biker when I grow up, I will save up to buy a $1000 bike, and then bike my little heart out. I might even to the Tour de' France one day. That doesn't mean I'll win though. Might as well try. I think that Nathan should try out for a major race, like the Tour de' France. You should make him try Mel. He could be the next Armstrong. He also will have strong arms.

I don't have any book reviews today, but there is one think I would like to have.

COMMENTS. What is going on people! It's almost as if nobody's reading our blog. And the less comments there are, the less blogs there are.

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Hi guys I am reading THE MIDDLE MOFFAT about a girl who always makes every one laugh right its me and dans first day at the library

this year its verry quiet

sarah

go karting!!

#1:My first time go karting. (Place: louisburg(weather:foggy(scary Rating:5(crashing:0)

hey guys I am almost done! My work

1. 1 hour reading
2. memorize verse
3. read my Bible
4. typing

and so on. In english I learned that you can make long sententis or short like this. Pam wrote about how much she hated school. Or. Pam wrote she hated school

bye sarah

Blogger is doing some weird things. Well, I finished ANOTHER book, and it's in the same series as the other book

Book 2: Point Blank

The Title of this story should be Point Blanc or "White Point" in english, but the author found it made a good title for a story.

Anyway, Alex finds where two drug dealers are hiding their secret stock. In a barge. Alex decides to go into a crane, and lift them out of the water and dump them on the police station's front doorstep. The barge is too heavy and the cable snaps. The barge falls sixty feet into a building. After a day in prison, Alex it bailed by the same people who employed him in the first place, saying that they want to employ him a second. There have been some mysterious replacements going on in France. Bad behaved kids going to a special boarding school were all of a sudden turning well behaved and mature. The parents weren't noticing anything, because they wanted their kids to change. These children came from rich and powerful backgrounds, making the scheme more powerful. Two parents noticed something though, and called the police. The two men were assassinated as soon as the call got through. Alex gets put in a rich company's family, and has a fair bit of problems at that house, because his "sister" gets a bunch of boys to shoot at him, then she makes a dumb mistake and goes into a train tunnel and falls off her horse. After Alex saves her and then remarks that he'd rather kiss the horse, nothing much changed. He had to shoot her with a stun dart to keep her from telling the Vice Principal that he's a spy. Alex does a fair bit of sneaking when he gets to the school and finds out that the principal of the school cloned himself 16 times and raised the children. He then gave all of the children major plastic surgery, so that they looked like the school children. A perfect human match, ready to rule the world. Alex calls base and informs them this, and they come. And war breaks out. The clones don't have any special customs, so they weren't a problem to take care of. After they won, Alex returned to his home town. His clone found him though. They forgot to eliminate him, and both Alex and Alex started fighting. The author didn't reveal who died. Happy Ending?

There. I'm sure you won't be interested in that either, but it will meet Mom's satisfaction. Hopefully.

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The Test

Katelyn had a quiz yesterday on Animal Farm. She got all the answers right but got only 80 on the quiz because she forgot to use full sentences. Ron said, "welcome to institutional learning". We were laughing about how this isn't the real world. Imagine if your boss sent you an e-mail that said, "Do you have time to meet me at 3 p.m.?" Then you shoot an e-mail back that says, "3 pm - I'll be there". Then you get an angry note back from your boss, "YOU DIDN'T USE COMPLETE SENTENCES! I'M DOCKING $5 FROM YOUR PAY FOR EACH INCOMPLETE SENTENCE".

This morning Sam was lying in bed with Ron & I & asked why Ron's arm is bigger than mine. I explained that Ron's bones are bigger than mine. I told Sam that if he ate a lot of healthy food one day he could be bigger than Daddy. Sam said, "will I be bigger than Matt?" There are bigger fish to fry than being bigger than Daddy - Sam is always looking for a way to be bigger, older, faster, stronger than Matt.

Recipe Contest

OK so I would like a lot of comments. Yesterday we filmed. It was FUN. I did not talk to Dan. Ahem Dann, I think its time for the theater! Its fall and I feel like some recipes. I am starting a recipe contest. You give me a really good dessert recipe. I will make it and see which is best. I will announce the winner and put the recipe on the blog with a picture.

On Holiday!

Hmmm. Finally. The school year is starting again, and I feel like I already know how it works. I don't forget, I just think I forget. But the main routine is unforgettable, and here I am, crossing "blog" of of my To Do list. Anyway, Mom wants me to write a book summary, for every book I read. Her goal is to make me read 15 books by Christmas, but I'll exceed that by quite a bit. Anyway, here's one.

Book 1: Stormbreaker

I 13 year old child named Alex, who's last guardian recently died, must find out what happened and why it happened, after he was told that his uncle was not killed in a car accident, but he was shot. He learns that he was shot by Yassen Gregorovich, an assassin, paid to shoot whoever, this time working for Herod Sayle, a computer genius, making a new computer called the stormbreaker. So he intercepts a contest winner, and goes into Herod's house himself, making Herod think that he was the winner of the contest. He snoops around a lot, variously getting caught, but squeezing out, and learns that the stormbreaker is equipped with with an extremely strong poison. Herod finds out and catches him, gets his butler Mr. Grin (tongueless, and with numerous scars on his face, because of a mistake in a knife catching act) to find a way to make him die slowly. So Mr. Grin dumps Alex into a tank with a giant Portuguese man-of-war lurking about. Alex finds his way out of that one, and manages to board a plane to London. He jumps out, and lands right in the room that he wants, and opens fire on Herod Sayle (and the button that will release the gas), and finds both targets. However, he also shoots two guards, and the prime minister in the hand. After squeezing his way out of that one, he is captured by Herod again, seeming to be alive, but Herod is shot by Yassen Gregorovich (paid to do it) on the way to the death platform. Happy Ending.

There. I'm sure you aren't interested in that, but I hope it meets mom's satisfaction.

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Funny Matt

Today we went over to a friend's house for the first time. We were just dropping by for a minute but the kids got out of the van & ran all around the yard to check it out. Matt came back to the van breathless and said, "there is a pool in the backyard." Then he turned to Claudette & said, "are you single?" All the adults laugh. Matt was bewildered. What he MEANT was, "do you get the pool all to yourself or do you have to share?". We explained that when adults say "are you single?" they mean "since you have a nice pool would you like to go on a date with me". Matt is feeling a bit embarrassed by this.

Right, so Mom says I owe it to you

Here it is people: My first day of school.
Actually, there's too much. I'll only tell you a few stories.

~In my Canadian history class, the teacher asked us where the Appalachian mountains were (it was one of the answers on a multiple choice test.) One of the kids yelled out, "NEWFOUNDLAND!" and the whole class burst out laughing

~I hate the hallways when they're crowded - with people jostling me on all sides, I sometimes feel like yelling, "I can't move either, you idiot!"

~I have pretty good classes and teachers. I have only one large class (CDN History - around 37) and all my other classes are fairly intimate. (20>x<26) In band class the teacher asked us how many new pieces we'd completed the year before - out of the three junior highs we averaged about six. She quickly told us we'd be doing about 30 this year....

~For english class we had to write our own 'modest proposal' (look it up)...basically take a problem and propose an outrageous solution and then try to make it sound as reasonable as possible. I did mine of the problems of teenage pregnancy, abortion, sexual harrassment, excess body odour, poor economy, and the enviroment by suggestion 85 percent of men be castrated....

~The administration is nuts - they forgot to register me in one course, and gave me the wrong 'take home and bring back' sheet for me to fill out. We got that sorted out, but they also got my middle name wrong, and I don't seem to have a student number. That's not urgent enough for me to brave the VP's office during the first week though.

~When I got to school on the first day of classes I brought all my soccer gear because soccer tryouts were that day. I was planning to put it in my locker, but when I got to my locker (and I was all excited to open in and stuff!) I found that somebody had put a lock on it. This resulted in me carrying all my gear ALL DAY, plus taking it home for lunch. I couldn't even get my binder out, so I had to take everything out and put it all back in and just carry my binder around separately. Fortunately it was the first day and I managed to get excused from a class five minutes early. I went straight to the office and explained to the secretary my predicament (I should add at this point that the secretary seems used to dealing with difficult people) and she told me to sit down and wait for the VP. I did, and then the bell rang and everybody crowded into the office with their own problems. The VP took the opportunity to come into the office where I managed to get his attention and yell, "Somebody stole my locker!" He looked at me, said, "No, they didn't," and then told me to stay in my seat when I got up to go to my class. Um yeah. Then he went into his office for two minutes. He came out and helped another girl, and then he stood in front of his office door and yelled, "Okay, does anybody else need me before I go cut the locks off lockers?" He had a big pair of lock nippers in his hand. A collective groan was heard in the office, and all the kids were like, "AWWWWWww, don't do it 'til tomorrow." What, so you were all stealing other people's lockers? Nobody but me needed him (I, the patient one that had been sitting there five minutes,) and I managed to reget his attention and explained that somebody had put a lock on my locker that WAS NOT MINE and I needed somewhere to put my stuff. Apparently he thought that I had taken a locker not assigned to me and that he'd cut the lock off for somebody - not so. So we went upstairs with the lock nippers and he cut the lock off my locker!! ("So this is not your lock?" "No, not my lock." "You sure." "Absolutely.") He then took somebody's wallet (which I later learned contained her SIN) and I was free to put my stuff in there. It was a wonderful priveledge.
I was a little worried about what would happen when the girl who had stolen my locker in the first place found out that I had restolen my locker back from her would react, but she was just worried that she couldn't find her SIN. Apparently she had taken my locker because she wanted to be beside her friend, (her friend later asked me, "Are you sure that's your locker?", "Yep." "'Cause until yesterday it was our friends locker and she just came this morning and it didn't have her lock on it, and she was all freaked out because she couldn't find her wallet.") I had actually overheard this conversation earlier, but she obviously didn't recognize me. Anyway, I told her to check the office, and when I went to my locker after that she seemed to have vacated the locker next to me. My locker's right at the end of all the lockers, so now I have no locker neighbour. It's convienient.

I'm a little disappointed that nobody harrassed me. Where are you guys?

Alice

We've been going pretty full tilt the last few days. There was the funeral party on Tuesday, Ron's boss coming over on Wednesday evening, a health professional students barbeque on Thursday night, an undergrad barbeque tonight & an international students "day out" tomorrow. Sarah just came to me and said, "those hamburgers make my stomach feel awful". I told her to lay off the hamburgers at the next barbeque. So last night's barbeque was held at our friend's house. The kids are very familiar with all parts of their house, somehow get their ginormous golden lab to obey them, turn on the T.V. & find all the fun gadgets & games. I couldn't find them anywhere & discovered them in Alice's basement apartment. Alice is a retired lady who has lived with our friends for 18 years - she is the kids' adopted grandma. The kids love her because she is fun & always gives them candy. Dan describes are as fun "because she always forgets our names but is so charming." Today they said to me "Mommy, have you ever seen People's Court? We watched it with Alice" They went on to explain the court cases they saw. I found this quite hilarious. As adults we know that as soon as you hit People's court you switch channels. They didn't flip channels & actually enjoyed it. This is one of the few downsides to not exposing your kids to t.v.

Confessions

The other day I realized I had lost my wallet at Katelyn's school. I first had that sickening "oh no" feeling ... then panic started to rise within me. I knew I would never see it again ... then I got angry with myself. Katelyn suggested we pray. I said, "please you pray" ... I couldn't do it. We started searching all over the van, then the house. Matt came up to me and said, "what happened? - about 8 times. I yelled at him "be quiet" in one of those horrible mother screaming voices. Then we drove back to the high school. On route I was thinking of all the things I would have to replace - driver's license, health cards, cancel credit cards. The kicker was that we needed groceries & were having a houseguest for 3 days & now I had no way to pay for them. at the high school I asked in all the rooms we had been in whether they had seen it (feeling shame & humiliation at my incompetence - not a great first impression). We came back home & I was on hold with MasterCard. Sarah was interrupting & I turned around to give her the horrible mother hairy eyeball & she had my wallet in her hand. She had also prayed & then gone to search the van. The wallet was wedged between the door & driver's seat. Sigh. I'm glad God answers prayer even if I panic, yell at my kids & don't even ask him to help.

High School

After an initial rough start on registration day Katelyn is enjoying high school. You will have to harrass her for details ... things have been crazy busy around here with events on in the evening so she hasn't had the breath to blog. But tomorrow is Saturday so ... harrass away!

Party for Al

We went to the "after funeral" party for Al. It was such a good time. They had a open mike "roast" about Al that was hilarious. Many of his neighbours got up and told stories of things they had done together. His sister told of his kindness of providing Christmas presents for them when their family didn't have any money - he would take skip school to work to provide for them. His kindness, his desire to quietly bless people was very evident. I met a man named Everett & asked how he knew Al. He said, "I worked down at the dockyards as a labourer. I never worked directly with Al but everybody knew Al. (Al had been a "high up" at National Defence). His wife told a story that she had wanted to buy him a new wallet. He said he didn't need one. She brought the wallet with her - it must have been 35 years old & was in tatters. That was Al - he liked to make things last. The food was fantastic - catered by Scanway who are the "top dog" in catering in Halifax ... I don't remember the last time I was at such a classy affair. It was Al's original intention to BE at the party ... it felt quite sad that he wasn't there to enjoy all the nice things people said about him. It made me realize that she would have these events while people are still alive so they can enjoy them too.

Family Studies - Tech Ed

So, my first day of school went by usually normal. Nothing I didn't expect, but there were some highlights. First of all, I crashed into Nathan (friend) on my bike. I remember the story well.

Cunard Junior High is placed at the bottom of a long rutty steep hill that is always fun to ride down. Seeing as I was only going for one course, I thought it would be fit to carry only my little notepad, so the ride wasn't that bad either. But back to the story. I was riding down the hill when Chelsea (nathan's older sister) screamed something to me, but I couldn't hear. I turned my head back, and there he was. I already knew it was him. Short. Fiery red hair. Nathan. And I was already seconds from smacking into him with a flurry of papers. I knew it would happen, and it did. Papers went everywhere and I toppled over.





Just kidding. I narrowly missed him. But he jumped anyway...

The next story, I am sure you have all experienced. Could you imagine, a hallway full of everyone in the school???? Well that's what happened to me. I went in the wrong door, and had to do some cool maneuvering to get to the other end, however, it looked very hard, and it was.

After I finally got to the room, I helped out with recleaning the cupboards. And then went into the sewing room to see who would go to Tech Ed (shop) and who would go to family studies. I got a choice for helping the teacher, and luckily it was the right one. Nathan got the same class. I can go eighteen weeks of cooking and sewing. I'd like to be better than Katelyn at one of these things. Anyway, the class was more like an extremely short Daycamp. It didn't remind me of a class. It reminded me (somewhat) of Supernova, a science Daycamp that I enjoyed well.

Nothing very interesting happened, but there are more weeks to come.

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The Big Yellow School bus - tee hee - must destroy

I was out in the front yard. I was taking cherry tomatoes & using them for sidewalk chalk. I was in my bare feet. There was an old dryer in front of our neighbour's house. I got halfway in it (my arms, not my head). I started turning the drum. Sam found a cherry tomatoe that our fruit man dropped when he was delivering our fruits and veggies. And so Sam gets the tomatoe and we put it in the dryer! And then I had an idea. Steam! ~].

THEN the big yellow school bus came up our street. By that time I was standing on the sidewalk. The bus driver drove his bus up to me and pointed at me. I shook my head. He left. By mistake I put my trackpants on backwards. Daddy's boss is here & he said that because I was wearing my pants I would have to walk around backwards all day. Instead I decided to put all my clothes on backwards. Ha Ha Ha Ha. I just forgot! I was wearing my clothes backwards when the bus driver came up.
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Travel book suggestions?

Katelyn has just finished reading a fabulous book called, "This is New York, honey". The book is written by Michelle Landsberg. Michelle is a Canadian children's literature advocate & someone I have long admired. She is also married to Stephen Lewis who at the time of writing the book was Canada's ambassador to the U.N.

Does anyone have other suggestions for travel books? Our kids & I love them, especially if they are funny.

School Advice????

So Katelyn starts school full time on Thursday. On Wednesday she goes for an hour & finds out which courses she has scheduled this first semester. Then the full meal deal starts on Thursday. Dan starts his Family Studies/Tech Ed class on Wednesday too.

There is a bit of nervousness around our house. This will be Dan's first school experience ever. Katelyn went to school in Grades Kindergarten, 1 & 2. But she faces many unknowns. I suggested a simple way to break the ice with people. "Just say Hi, I'm Katelyn". I explained that some people will then talk to her & others will be snotty. It seems to me that this pattern - of some people being chatty & nice & some being snotty & aloof is unfortunately the "norm" in the adult world. Sigh.

This and that

Yesterday was a very full day. Ron was "coffee boy" at church ... his first time solo. On the schedule it said, "thank you so much for serving in this wonderful ministry". I found that quite funny. I LOVE those industrial dishwashers they have in church kitchens- they clean the dishes in 3 minutes. I've got to get me one of those - the next time I have $3000 in my bank account & don't know what to do with it. After church I went into Shepherd's Pie mode - we cook food & sometimes volunteer for a dinner that our church holds for friends that need a hot meal every Sunday night. I also heated up my neighbours Shepherds Pie. I don't know about you but whenever I cook for someone else I get nervous. I'm sure the recipe was fine but worried that an hour in the oven wouldn't make it hot enough. The kitchen staff at the church assured me that it was fine. The recipe was bizarre but I will include it in case you suddenly get the urging to make a huge Shepherd's pie.

5 lbs hamburger
6 lbs potatoes
1 kg frozen mixed vegetables
3 c. milk
2 pkg. onion soup mix

Brown hamburger. Then add 2 pkg onion soup mix & 3 c. milk. Place in greased aluminum casserole dish. Boil potatoes & mash. (I added lots of butter & soy milk & whipped them to lovely goodness). Put potatoes over hamburg mixture. Bake in oven at 350 for 1 hour.

I decided to make shepherd's pie for us too. I put it in the crockpot for after we returned from delivering the casseroles. My recipe was a bit different - I used ground turkey & put tomato paste in it. I also added whatever vegetables were in my fridge & needed to be cleared out - 2 leeks, 6 carrots & bok choy as well as onions & garlic.

For some reason there was too much liquid & so the shepherd's pie turned out more like a very hearty stew. I wasn't sure how the kids would react to this but they LOVED it & ate second helpings. For dessert we had Sam's famous cornstarch pudding with thawed mixed berries.

The funny part of this story is that I had Matt & Sam peel all the potatoes. Sam managed to cut himself 3 times (they were using my OXO peelers - please run out & buy one right now - they are the best - available at fine home shops everywhere). We didn't have any bandaids in the house so Katelyn & Sam were dispatched to go to Shopper's Drug Mart to buy some. This was a dream come true for Sam - all our kids LOVE bandaids. Later I saw him "changing the dressing" on his tiny cuts - he had hidden the bandaid box under his bed for safe keeping.

Oh, where to begin? I found a hysterical picture in our old archives of Sarah. I added a few things and came out with this



HAHAHA, cracks me up every time. It is likely to crack you up as well. Well, I couldn't stop there. I made another one.



HAHAHAHA. I like this one as well. Matt looks like the colour has been drained out of his face. Well, Duh. But I think Zinedine Zidane fits him well anyhow. I was liking the work I was doing, so I made another one.



This one, commonly dubbed, "the least funny of them all" was also the the worst put together. Well , I had one more kid to go, before I completed the four youngest. This one, commonly dubbed, "the funniest of them all" was not well done either, but who ever looks at this picture will get the picture that Sam is not one to be messed with.


What do you think? I think that is what he will look like someday. Only real. A beach boy.

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Good News, Bad News

The good news is that Dorcas had her surgery & it went very well. They repaired the whole in her heart & expect a full recovery. She is resting in hospital. Apparently they won't keep her in too long ... then she will rest some more before returning to Uganda.

The bad news is that our friend Al died. The cancerous tumour was in his thyroid & they think his windpipe collapsed. He died in his sleep. They are still planning to have the party because it would be what Al wanted. We felt like the wind had been knocked out of us when we heard. Al was a proud Cape Bretoner and loved his island cottage there. He came to the city for university & had a career at National defense. But he was a man with simple tastes. He loved his garden. He got down on his hands & knees and gathered 2 garbage bags full of pine needles for me once to mulch my garden. He loved freshly dug potatoes & chanterelles. He was laid back & was very easy to be around and loved a good joke. We will miss him.

We had a low-key Sabbath today. For supper we had a veggie stir-fry & corn on the cob. Sammy shocked me by saying, "I'm beginning to like kale". We played charades after supper ... the first time for Matt & Sam. They were delighted when people "got" what they were charading. Ron asked Dan to act out two words "reincarnation" and "fecal matter". It sounds funny but it really wasn't. They were getting frustrated that I couldn't get it. Whoever heard of "reincarnation" as a Charade word?

Matt's Celebrity Lookalikes (love Cher)

Nice, eh?

Sam's Celebrity Lookalikes

Well, I just HAD to post this.

Two funny stories in the elevator

I am sorry I didn't blog for 8 weeks nothing happens to me so that's why. Well you want to hear the stories. OK note the elevators take up to 7mins to come to your floor.now we where having a party on floor 2 one of the people at the party live on floor 11 so we are going in the elevator to get to there apatment lets get to the storry me and a guy are betting on which elevator will open first I see his is going to open first I rush to his and were both ready to run the elevator opens we run in and there's a old lady in front of us it was all I could do to keep from giggling when she got out we both exloded. next we(me and some others)were coming dawn soI thinkI will press all the bottons and before I could stop myself I was pressing all the bottons we are at floor 3. 3 pepole got when they see all the bottons I say I made a mistake a soft groning could be herd.
well I hope you like it
bye sarah