This week is really shaping up to be fun.
Tonight my uncle and aunt from BC are swinging through Spruce Grove on their way to Neerlandia. I haven't seen them in a few years, so I'm looking forward to that. They are our only close family in Canada.
Tomorrow evening Alison and I are working at Jacks.
Then Thursday we have a test on Wills and Estates, which we just began last Friday. That should prove interesting.
Friday is Canada Day! I'm so looking forward to celebrating (especially a day off school. yay!). A group of us is going to spend the day together, and then go watch the fireworks in the River Valley.
I have to work the whole day Saturday, but after that, I'm going to Neerlandia with some friends. Steve is supposed to be coming on Thursday, and he and Alison are driving down for Sunday too.
I really should get back to the Enduring Power of Attorney that I'm typing out. Just had to rest the noggin for a sec.
28 June 2005
24 June 2005
Shakespeare in the Park
Wow! Some experience.
Last night a bunch of us went to see the Free Will Players in Romeo and Juliet at Hawrelak Park in Edmonton with some of my family and some St. Alberta friends. I really enjoyed it, especially as I have not seen much live theatre. I guess that is a plus of living near a large city. They sure did a wonderful job, although I sure caught a lot more of Shakespeare's crudities than when I read it last. :-
The Free Will Players did something more modern than the usual period costuming and sets. The set was a series of gray metal steps, ladders, and levels, with the requisite balcony. The only colour on the set was in the large red stained-glass window type banners. And the costumes were rather startling. All the Montagues dressed in white, and the Capulets in black, except for the heads of the families, and the ladies. I don't know exactly how to describe them, but I guess the closest would something like Chicago gangsters of the prohibition era. Anyway, Mr. Capulet and Mr. Montague each had very loud and glitzy suits, Mrs. Capulet wore a slinky green dress and turban, and Juliet looked like a very young girl in a short green and striped dress and long stockings. I think my favourite character was Juliet's nurse.
Now we have to go see Love's Labours Lost (I'll let someone else arrange that :-/ ).
Last night a bunch of us went to see the Free Will Players in Romeo and Juliet at Hawrelak Park in Edmonton with some of my family and some St. Alberta friends. I really enjoyed it, especially as I have not seen much live theatre. I guess that is a plus of living near a large city. They sure did a wonderful job, although I sure caught a lot more of Shakespeare's crudities than when I read it last. :-
The Free Will Players did something more modern than the usual period costuming and sets. The set was a series of gray metal steps, ladders, and levels, with the requisite balcony. The only colour on the set was in the large red stained-glass window type banners. And the costumes were rather startling. All the Montagues dressed in white, and the Capulets in black, except for the heads of the families, and the ladies. I don't know exactly how to describe them, but I guess the closest would something like Chicago gangsters of the prohibition era. Anyway, Mr. Capulet and Mr. Montague each had very loud and glitzy suits, Mrs. Capulet wore a slinky green dress and turban, and Juliet looked like a very young girl in a short green and striped dress and long stockings. I think my favourite character was Juliet's nurse.
Now we have to go see Love's Labours Lost (I'll let someone else arrange that :-/ ).
23 June 2005
Men are happier people…
Men are happier people, and here is a part of the reason why:
Your last name stays put.
The garage is all yours.
Wedding plans take care of themselves.
Chocolate is just another snack.
Car mechanics tell you the truth.
You never have to drive to another gas station restroom because this one is just too icky.
You don’t have to stop and think of which way to turn a nut on a bolt.
Same work, more pay.
Wrinkles add character.
Wedding dress – $5000. Tux rental – $100.
The occasional well-rendered belch is practically expected.
New shoes don’t cut, blister, or mangle your feet.
One mood all the time.
Phone conversations are over in 30 seconds flat.
You know stuff about tanks.
A five-day vacation requires only one suitcase.
You can open all your own jars.
You get extra credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness.
If someone forgets to invite, he or she can still be your friend.
Three pairs of shoes are more than enough.
You are unable to see wrinkles in your clothes.
Everything on your face stays its original colour.
The same hairstyle lasts for years, maybe decades.
You can play with toys all your life.
One wallet and one pair of shoes one colour for all seasons.
You can “do” your nails with a pocketknife.
You have freedom of choice concerning growing a moustache.
You can do Christmas shopping for 25 relatives on December 24 in 25 minutes.
Your last name stays put.
The garage is all yours.
Wedding plans take care of themselves.
Chocolate is just another snack.
Car mechanics tell you the truth.
You never have to drive to another gas station restroom because this one is just too icky.
You don’t have to stop and think of which way to turn a nut on a bolt.
Same work, more pay.
Wrinkles add character.
Wedding dress – $5000. Tux rental – $100.
The occasional well-rendered belch is practically expected.
New shoes don’t cut, blister, or mangle your feet.
One mood all the time.
Phone conversations are over in 30 seconds flat.
You know stuff about tanks.
A five-day vacation requires only one suitcase.
You can open all your own jars.
You get extra credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness.
If someone forgets to invite, he or she can still be your friend.
Three pairs of shoes are more than enough.
You are unable to see wrinkles in your clothes.
Everything on your face stays its original colour.
The same hairstyle lasts for years, maybe decades.
You can play with toys all your life.
One wallet and one pair of shoes one colour for all seasons.
You can “do” your nails with a pocketknife.
You have freedom of choice concerning growing a moustache.
You can do Christmas shopping for 25 relatives on December 24 in 25 minutes.
18 June 2005
"How am I supposed to obey God’s commands and follow His principles when my circumstances are so different from those of other people?"
Imagine that you’re a student in an art class. You and dozens of classmates are learning from a master painter. One day your teacher displays a painting of his own. It’s an incredible work of art, and he wants each of you to copy it.
You’re about to begin working when you turn to look at the person next to you. You’re surprised to note that he has a larger brush than your and a differently shaped canvas. You look around at the rest of the class. Some students have acrylic paint, others watercolor, still others oil – and everyone has different colors. Though you all have the same assignment, you each have completely different materials.
This frustrates you. Some students have materials you would prefer for yourself. Why should they get them? You’re not the only student to notice the disparity. A hand goes up. A girl to your left with only a ragged brush and three pale shades of blue on her palette is noticeably agitated. "This isn’t fair," she tells the teacher. "How do you expect me to duplicate your painting when the people around me have so many more colors to choose from?"
The teacher smiles. "Don’t worry about the other students," he says. "I’ve carefully chosen the brushes and paints that each of you has. Trust me. You have what you need to complete the assignment. Remember, your goal is not to create a painting that mirrors the person next to you, but to do your best with the materials I’ve given you to create a picture faithful to my painting."
– Joshua Harris, Boy Meets Girl
Imagine that you’re a student in an art class. You and dozens of classmates are learning from a master painter. One day your teacher displays a painting of his own. It’s an incredible work of art, and he wants each of you to copy it.
You’re about to begin working when you turn to look at the person next to you. You’re surprised to note that he has a larger brush than your and a differently shaped canvas. You look around at the rest of the class. Some students have acrylic paint, others watercolor, still others oil – and everyone has different colors. Though you all have the same assignment, you each have completely different materials.
This frustrates you. Some students have materials you would prefer for yourself. Why should they get them? You’re not the only student to notice the disparity. A hand goes up. A girl to your left with only a ragged brush and three pale shades of blue on her palette is noticeably agitated. "This isn’t fair," she tells the teacher. "How do you expect me to duplicate your painting when the people around me have so many more colors to choose from?"
The teacher smiles. "Don’t worry about the other students," he says. "I’ve carefully chosen the brushes and paints that each of you has. Trust me. You have what you need to complete the assignment. Remember, your goal is not to create a painting that mirrors the person next to you, but to do your best with the materials I’ve given you to create a picture faithful to my painting."
– Joshua Harris, Boy Meets Girl
02 June 2005
[why do i need a title anyway?]
On Tuesday night Alison and Fiona and I went bowling with Henry and Alyson. I hadn't been 10-pin bowling since we visited family in Holland when I was six, so I wasn't sure what to expect. But I wasn't as bad at it as I usually am at 5-pin. Unless it was the company. We make a loud group, I have to say :op . It's probably a good thing the bowling alley wasn't crowded.
I really enjoyed it, maybe because it's easier to knock over more pins with a larger ball. We all had to try one round "granny bowl", backwards, between the legs, which proved entertaining. I choose not to remember who won the first game, but in the second game Fiona, Henry and I joined forces to defeat the two Ali/Alysons. They were both pretty good. And once Fiona started with her left hand instead of right, she was too. With combined scores, we beat Alison and Alyson. :-D
Afterwards we went to Boston Pizza, where we alternately entertained and traumatized the staff. Oh, btw, anything with chocolate in it that you can get at Boston Pizza is scrumptious (coming from me, ha -- any chocolate is delicious, some in varying degrees). Alyson and Alison made a couple of sculptures on the big triangular dessert plates when they were clean. One was a birthday cake, for which they used napkins, torn up colouring pages, and straws, with a crayon for a candle. I think our waitress (Jenna) had a few laughs that evening.
I really enjoyed it, maybe because it's easier to knock over more pins with a larger ball. We all had to try one round "granny bowl", backwards, between the legs, which proved entertaining. I choose not to remember who won the first game, but in the second game Fiona, Henry and I joined forces to defeat the two Ali/Alysons. They were both pretty good. And once Fiona started with her left hand instead of right, she was too. With combined scores, we beat Alison and Alyson. :-D
Afterwards we went to Boston Pizza, where we alternately entertained and traumatized the staff. Oh, btw, anything with chocolate in it that you can get at Boston Pizza is scrumptious (coming from me, ha -- any chocolate is delicious, some in varying degrees). Alyson and Alison made a couple of sculptures on the big triangular dessert plates when they were clean. One was a birthday cake, for which they used napkins, torn up colouring pages, and straws, with a crayon for a candle. I think our waitress (Jenna) had a few laughs that evening.
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