I had one heck of a busy weekend.
We had a fellowship over at Ghislain and Jeannine's chalet, I visited a local fair, and Sonya left back to her place.
The fellowship went real well, even though at first I was given charge over a riotous group of OCs, but I managed to keep them in line and we had fun. I brought them on a walk, I went swimming in the lake with them, and I took them on a pedalo ride.
The only thing that went bad was the attacks of two tiny bloodsuckers which went straight for Nicole and Isabelle's feet, until we dumped a truck of salt on the suckers.
It's funny how the girls didn't even realize they were there until someone pointed the creatures out, and then all the kids started screaming.
We also played a beansack thingy game, were two people lined up and took turns throwing their beansacks at a wooden box with a hole in it. Our hosts rocked at this game. Figures, since they own it. And I won my first game.
Typically.
The food there is something to blog about, the corn, salad, and other snacks tasted so good, I had to catch myself from diving into the serving bowl.
After the party games (which I lost at) and the campfire, we were given a fireworks show by our hosts.
Oh, holy night.
I was invited to sleep over at the chalet, since I was invited to visit a local fair with Vincent the day after.
I remember getting slapped and hugged whilst I slept.
But the breakfast made up for my injuries.
And so did the fair.
The pouring rain didn't discourage this story's heroes, who valiantly wielded the keys and prayed for good weather.
The Lord came through and we happily set off for the fair.
Did I mention we got in for free?
There was four rides geared toward older and thrill seeking audiences, and Vincent and I hopped on them all. In order of most thrilling to the bearable: "The Zipper", some Viking boat ride, "The Cliff Hanger", and "Scrambler".
My first reaction to the first was "Hell, no!", but after trying it twice in a row, it was more like "Hell yeah!". "The Zipper" is like a treadmill with a buncha cages attached to it. You stand in the cages and get locked in, after which you hold some bars at your chest level. Now these bars are important, because if you don't push on them, chances are the spinning will make you bash your head on the cage, and you'll end up with a bloody nose.
Och, my triceps.
I had to go twice in a row, because Vincent's friend, Jimmy, didn't have a partner to go with. I somewhat volunteered and ended up with aching triceps.
But the thrill was worth it.
The Viking boat was like a giant swing with multiple seats. I got so used to it, I could nearly stand up while the boat was swinging into a vertical position.
But some safety bars prevented my popping out.
"The Cliff Hanger" was a three-seat metal cliff hanger attached to a swinging arm. It swooped you up high and then swung you low.
The view was niCe. I threw my hands out while going up high, but again the safety bar on my shoulders prevented my scheduled flight.
I found the view of the nearby cemetery reassuring.
The "Scrambler" was a sadistic ride that found me gasping for breath and complaining about my bruised arms. All thanks to Vincent who insisted I should sit to the right, while he and his buddy squashed my sorry self.
I wasn't that bad after Vincent took my place in the squishing seat.
I conquered my fear of scary rides.
And am suffering the consequences.
Sick rides, I say.
Sick little me, too.
Like, literally.
I got a muscle ache all over my body, and some sick soul inside me is fiddling with my body temperature. I guess he likes the heat. At the same time my family is watching the K.O.T. Camp DVD.
Turn the volume down please. And skip the part were I pick my nose for the camera.
Burn.
29 August 2005
25 August 2005
The Dinner Table 6:43 PM
I feel sick.
Because work and cutting onions makes me feel that way.
The work part would be the css/html checking/editing of this blog and trying to come up with more "original" ideas for the template. What with so many new family blogs, and more on the way, originality seems to be a thing.
I long for my own domain and the ability and time to make a blog from scratch.
Speaking of the now increasing amount of family blogs, the blogosphere reminds me of my family's occassional dinner table atmosphere:
Everybody is all talking at the same time, some have witty and comical things to say, others are speaking wisdom and deep thoughts, some are just commenting casually, and then some who are just jibbering idiocies.
But since they are ALL talking at the same time, you miss what good someone may have said.
I can still remember the early days of Hobbyns and The Hollow Blah, and the shortage of family blogs made an interesting read and small selection.
And now the level of originality and writing style of family blogs must be upped if one wants to be read.
Thankfully for me, I never really gave a rap about opinions. I blog for fun, to share my thoughts, to excercise my writing, and this site is an avenue for me to have fun with coding and the like.
I do what I do for me.
And of course, for others, but only with IMPORTANT things, not silly little things like this blog.
Pass the salt, please.
Because work and cutting onions makes me feel that way.
The work part would be the css/html checking/editing of this blog and trying to come up with more "original" ideas for the template. What with so many new family blogs, and more on the way, originality seems to be a thing.
I long for my own domain and the ability and time to make a blog from scratch.
Speaking of the now increasing amount of family blogs, the blogosphere reminds me of my family's occassional dinner table atmosphere:
Everybody is all talking at the same time, some have witty and comical things to say, others are speaking wisdom and deep thoughts, some are just commenting casually, and then some who are just jibbering idiocies.
But since they are ALL talking at the same time, you miss what good someone may have said.
I can still remember the early days of Hobbyns and The Hollow Blah, and the shortage of family blogs made an interesting read and small selection.
And now the level of originality and writing style of family blogs must be upped if one wants to be read.
Thankfully for me, I never really gave a rap about opinions. I blog for fun, to share my thoughts, to excercise my writing, and this site is an avenue for me to have fun with coding and the like.
I do what I do for me.
And of course, for others, but only with IMPORTANT things, not silly little things like this blog.
Pass the salt, please.
23 August 2005
About Mexican Food and Hyperactivity 11:53 PM
Which has been the theme of this week and the last.
For my sister's birthday, we cooked a big, delicious, finger licking mexican meal, but the consequences of the feast were soon upon us.
The end of the meal found us gibbering like wild baboons with a lisp, and swinging our limbs at whatever hapless object that just happened to be there.
And my stomach almost burst from laughing.
Must have been the jamaica.
It's been an ongoing thing right now, with Sonya protesting that she is indeed sane and not afflicted with ADD.
But you really should see her climb walls.
In other pointless news, I'm addicted to sleep and haven't had my fix yet.
Goodnight.
For my sister's birthday, we cooked a big, delicious, finger licking mexican meal, but the consequences of the feast were soon upon us.
The end of the meal found us gibbering like wild baboons with a lisp, and swinging our limbs at whatever hapless object that just happened to be there.
And my stomach almost burst from laughing.
Must have been the jamaica.
It's been an ongoing thing right now, with Sonya protesting that she is indeed sane and not afflicted with ADD.
But you really should see her climb walls.
In other pointless news, I'm addicted to sleep and haven't had my fix yet.
Goodnight.
21 August 2005
VSC 6:51 PM
Ug.
I'm way too lazy to remember the good stuff. I brought my scribble pad to jot down the good stuff, but I seem to have a darn habit of going back on my commitments.
I remember running around nude in the dark, though.
Anyway, the camp was held in the same location as the KOT Camp last year, except that we got a chalet by the lake this time. I heard a creepy story about some old man that used to live there, that he promised his cat he'll back someday, and he wanders the area as a ghost.
Phhhhbt. I prefer Steven's tale of Amityville.
Day 1:
So we arrived at the camp and did the greeting thing. We had some prayer, then we jumped into our bathing suits and ran off to the lake for the swimming activities. My great accomplishment that day was learning how to gain speed while plunging down the gooey, yellow water slide. We had dinner at a cafeteria in the main camp building, and the food was good. I think we played volleyball and soccer in a light drizzle that evening, but I'm not sure.
Why I must always end up in the losing team, I don't know.
But we did have a snazzy Loving Jesus night, with a healthy dose of good music, while Sebby and I paraded around in our boxers.
Then we "hit the sack".
It's how my dad calls bedtime.
Day 2:
After a drowsy breakfast (it's funny, breakfast, break-fast), we got in to a Word class. Marco and I did a skit on praise, which was the theme of the class. I got pictures somewhere, but they look like crud so I won't post them. After a good swim and some lunch, we drove off to a festival of sorts and did some witnessing. It went well, TTL. We came back, had a class on "Bridging the Gap", and then we got out the firewood and made a bonfire.
I thought I might mention at this point that I'm a Marshmallow Making Master, and all my marshymallows came out delicious.
And I didn't burn myself or anything.
Not that much.
After that I guess the tiredness kicked in and I just went in and started playing electric guitar. Nathalie saw fit to reprimand me for the illegal use of her instrument (i.e. "You didn't ask!").
I'm such a criminal.
My trial starts Monday.
I then headed back out for fresh air to clear my head, but I guess I had too much 'cause I decided to run around nude.
Why not?
It was swell as h...something, I got a few other guys to join me and we ran around in the pitch dark.
We're David's Mighty Men, yes we are.
Day 3:
More reveille and breakfast.
We did archery that morning, I shot my arrows like a sissy princess.
But thankfully, next to me, was my hero Vincent Dubois (in French, Robin Hood is Robin Dubois) who I'm convinced is some distant relative of Mr. Robin himself, as he got some pretty good shots in.
I just continued to hit the target board one target board down from the target board I kept trying to hit.
Target board.
Later came a discipleship class and lunch.
After that, all us guys (the girls just didn't want to participate in this activity) and some adults went canoeing. I got to go with the guide, and I was sure this meant I would be in the front at all times.
Was I ever so disappointed.
Our canoe swerved and went along horribly, until Marco hitchhiked a ride on another boat, and we were then able to keep up.
I had fun cackling at all those who fell into the toxic waste we were floating on.
Once we arrived at the dock, it never felt so good to stand up. My knees were buckling from all the sitting I was doing on them.
We took showers, had dinner and then a class on comparing.
Talent night.
I sang "Who Said" while Sebby played electric guitar.
I could have done better.
The girls' rendition of "Blessing in Disguise" was good. I felt zapped. It had the spirit.
After that was dance night, I finally won two games and felt like a loser no longer.
Yay for me.
Day 4:
After the traumatizing wake-up by Steven, and the "I-think-I'm-gonna-end-up-deaf-because-of-these-kids" breakfast, we trudged toward the supposed rock climbing area.
Once we passed through the "terrorist training territory" (a place of the forest full of man-made obstacles) and found our "rock climbing area", I just had to chuckle.
Considering the activities were geared toward 8-12 year olds, the rock climbing was easy. But the blindfolded ascent was a little more challenging.
After my turn, I followed Marco, my two sisters and Sonya on a slippery trek through the nearby rushing river.
And we ended up falling in.
But it was great.
After lunch and the closing meeting, it was time to pack up and say our "asta la vistas".
It was a decent camp. I'll always have good memories about it.
A big thanks to everyone who made it possible, and especially to the Man Upstairs.
Uh huh, uh huh.
I'm way too lazy to remember the good stuff. I brought my scribble pad to jot down the good stuff, but I seem to have a darn habit of going back on my commitments.
I remember running around nude in the dark, though.
Anyway, the camp was held in the same location as the KOT Camp last year, except that we got a chalet by the lake this time. I heard a creepy story about some old man that used to live there, that he promised his cat he'll back someday, and he wanders the area as a ghost.
Phhhhbt. I prefer Steven's tale of Amityville.
Day 1:
So we arrived at the camp and did the greeting thing. We had some prayer, then we jumped into our bathing suits and ran off to the lake for the swimming activities. My great accomplishment that day was learning how to gain speed while plunging down the gooey, yellow water slide. We had dinner at a cafeteria in the main camp building, and the food was good. I think we played volleyball and soccer in a light drizzle that evening, but I'm not sure.
Why I must always end up in the losing team, I don't know.
But we did have a snazzy Loving Jesus night, with a healthy dose of good music, while Sebby and I paraded around in our boxers.
Then we "hit the sack".
It's how my dad calls bedtime.
Day 2:
After a drowsy breakfast (it's funny, breakfast, break-fast), we got in to a Word class. Marco and I did a skit on praise, which was the theme of the class. I got pictures somewhere, but they look like crud so I won't post them. After a good swim and some lunch, we drove off to a festival of sorts and did some witnessing. It went well, TTL. We came back, had a class on "Bridging the Gap", and then we got out the firewood and made a bonfire.
I thought I might mention at this point that I'm a Marshmallow Making Master, and all my marshymallows came out delicious.
And I didn't burn myself or anything.
Not that much.
After that I guess the tiredness kicked in and I just went in and started playing electric guitar. Nathalie saw fit to reprimand me for the illegal use of her instrument (i.e. "You didn't ask!").
I'm such a criminal.
My trial starts Monday.
I then headed back out for fresh air to clear my head, but I guess I had too much 'cause I decided to run around nude.
Why not?
It was swell as h...something, I got a few other guys to join me and we ran around in the pitch dark.
We're David's Mighty Men, yes we are.
Day 3:
More reveille and breakfast.
We did archery that morning, I shot my arrows like a sissy princess.
But thankfully, next to me, was my hero Vincent Dubois (in French, Robin Hood is Robin Dubois) who I'm convinced is some distant relative of Mr. Robin himself, as he got some pretty good shots in.
I just continued to hit the target board one target board down from the target board I kept trying to hit.
Target board.
Later came a discipleship class and lunch.
After that, all us guys (the girls just didn't want to participate in this activity) and some adults went canoeing. I got to go with the guide, and I was sure this meant I would be in the front at all times.
Was I ever so disappointed.
Our canoe swerved and went along horribly, until Marco hitchhiked a ride on another boat, and we were then able to keep up.
I had fun cackling at all those who fell into the toxic waste we were floating on.
Once we arrived at the dock, it never felt so good to stand up. My knees were buckling from all the sitting I was doing on them.
We took showers, had dinner and then a class on comparing.
Talent night.
I sang "Who Said" while Sebby played electric guitar.
I could have done better.
The girls' rendition of "Blessing in Disguise" was good. I felt zapped. It had the spirit.
After that was dance night, I finally won two games and felt like a loser no longer.
Yay for me.
Day 4:
After the traumatizing wake-up by Steven, and the "I-think-I'm-gonna-end-up-deaf-because-of-these-kids" breakfast, we trudged toward the supposed rock climbing area.
Once we passed through the "terrorist training territory" (a place of the forest full of man-made obstacles) and found our "rock climbing area", I just had to chuckle.
Considering the activities were geared toward 8-12 year olds, the rock climbing was easy. But the blindfolded ascent was a little more challenging.
After my turn, I followed Marco, my two sisters and Sonya on a slippery trek through the nearby rushing river.
And we ended up falling in.
But it was great.
After lunch and the closing meeting, it was time to pack up and say our "asta la vistas".
It was a decent camp. I'll always have good memories about it.
A big thanks to everyone who made it possible, and especially to the Man Upstairs.
Uh huh, uh huh.
20 August 2005
To A Little Sister 11:38 PM
Who is already 14 friggin' years.
Ouch.
Goshdangdarnit.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY Angelique!
My first sibling and little sister. I can still remember when I used to read her "Baby Verses" while she sat on the potty, or how she used to defend me against anyone who dared challenge or insult me.
How she's grown. But to me, it still seems that she's that chubby cheeked little girl in a pink dress from so long ago.
I'll pinch her cheeks, I will!
Ouch.
Goshdangdarnit.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY Angelique!
My first sibling and little sister. I can still remember when I used to read her "Baby Verses" while she sat on the potty, or how she used to defend me against anyone who dared challenge or insult me.
How she's grown. But to me, it still seems that she's that chubby cheeked little girl in a pink dress from so long ago.
I'll pinch her cheeks, I will!
17 August 2005
Kill, Kill! 9:11 PM
This post is being written in a hurry.
I'm hurrying because I'm gonna watch a movie real soon.
"Hurry! Kill, kill!"
Just wanted to let you all know that I'm still alive, but not kicking because it hurts my foot too much. The reason for the lack of recent posts is because I went to a three day camp. I'll cook up a post for y'all sometime.
Well, my sister is whining to use to the computer, and Marco is singing.
I think I'm going to cry.
Die.
I'm hurrying because I'm gonna watch a movie real soon.
"Hurry! Kill, kill!"
Just wanted to let you all know that I'm still alive, but not kicking because it hurts my foot too much. The reason for the lack of recent posts is because I went to a three day camp. I'll cook up a post for y'all sometime.
Well, my sister is whining to use to the computer, and Marco is singing.
I think I'm going to cry.
Die.
11 August 2005
Bright Yellow 5:48 PM
I know I have got scads of interesting little things to say, but I can't remember them all.
(kicks himself)
Ouch!
Well, for all y'all who were praying for my foot (thanks guys, prayer IS powerful), you'll be happy to know that my foot is healed, except it still hurts a little from the kick I gave myself.
But I still want your sympathy.
You see, my birdie died. A cute, bright yellow budgie we caught in El Paso. It was flying around and my dad managed to sneak up and catch it. Ever since then it traveled with us and became a joy to us, with it's lively chirping and shy friendliness.
I feel bad for not having spent more time with her before she died.
But in a forested area not far from here, the sun beams through the tall trees to mark the resting spot of a cheery, bright yellow budgie, Celeste.
Rest in peace.
On a lighter note, Sonya arrived safely to our place, and has been terrorizing us with her hyper craziness.
I'm also packed and good to go to tomorrow's camp.
And Philip, Sunshine and Co. should be here soon.
And the opressive heat sucks.
Yeah.
(kicks himself)
Ouch!
Well, for all y'all who were praying for my foot (thanks guys, prayer IS powerful), you'll be happy to know that my foot is healed, except it still hurts a little from the kick I gave myself.
But I still want your sympathy.
You see, my birdie died. A cute, bright yellow budgie we caught in El Paso. It was flying around and my dad managed to sneak up and catch it. Ever since then it traveled with us and became a joy to us, with it's lively chirping and shy friendliness.
I feel bad for not having spent more time with her before she died.
But in a forested area not far from here, the sun beams through the tall trees to mark the resting spot of a cheery, bright yellow budgie, Celeste.
Rest in peace.
On a lighter note, Sonya arrived safely to our place, and has been terrorizing us with her hyper craziness.
I'm also packed and good to go to tomorrow's camp.
And Philip, Sunshine and Co. should be here soon.
And the opressive heat sucks.
Yeah.
09 August 2005
Snazzy 4:38 PM
I found that my site is listed in my favorite blogger's link list.
I thought, "Swell. Very swell."
I suppose that means from now on I'll have to post things of interest.
Shucks. How do you do that?
How about a quote of the day?
Feel free to use it when debating a friend, confronting a cynical skeptic, or when your little brother insists that cows are indeed blue.
Word of the day: Snazzy.
I thought, "Swell. Very swell."
I suppose that means from now on I'll have to post things of interest.
Shucks. How do you do that?
How about a quote of the day?
"Are you sure you're right, or are you just being stubborn?"
Feel free to use it when debating a friend, confronting a cynical skeptic, or when your little brother insists that cows are indeed blue.
Word of the day: Snazzy.
07 August 2005
Yawn! 7:31 PM
My weekend:
I went clowning with my dad to a city an hour away from here. I didn't actually go as a clown though, but I probably should have. What with all the attention my dad was getting...*fume* I AM POPULAR AS WELL! THIS BLOG PROVES IT!
Uh...Right?
So, clowning, not much to speak of. But food, THAT'S a topic that most people like. And since the Lord supplied a free meal at an Italian ristorante, I can honestly say I haven't had such good pizza in a good while. The owner was very kind and helped us with his whole heart. God bless him. The Lord also supplied a hotel room at a discount price. He's so good to us.
Clowning, right. Uh, I did what I usually do, I helped my dad by making simple balloons and drawing on them and whatnot.
But my crowning achievement was my castle of boxes full of Pepsi cans. It prompted a few amused glances.
And my balancing a balloon sword on my nose.
And my sneaking "my trusty black nail polish" around.
Food calls. I will answer.
I went clowning with my dad to a city an hour away from here. I didn't actually go as a clown though, but I probably should have. What with all the attention my dad was getting...*fume* I AM POPULAR AS WELL! THIS BLOG PROVES IT!
Uh...Right?
So, clowning, not much to speak of. But food, THAT'S a topic that most people like. And since the Lord supplied a free meal at an Italian ristorante, I can honestly say I haven't had such good pizza in a good while. The owner was very kind and helped us with his whole heart. God bless him. The Lord also supplied a hotel room at a discount price. He's so good to us.
Clowning, right. Uh, I did what I usually do, I helped my dad by making simple balloons and drawing on them and whatnot.
But my crowning achievement was my castle of boxes full of Pepsi cans. It prompted a few amused glances.
And my balancing a balloon sword on my nose.
And my sneaking "my trusty black nail polish" around.
Food calls. I will answer.
Blogs Are Like Babies... 6:59 PM
There's new ones every second, and they seem to require a lot of your time and attention...
Humph.
Just in my area, four amigos (Nats, Sebby, but I lost the link, Shan, and Sonya) have blogs. I'll be linking to one (Nats), since I don't have el permission from the others. I am overwhelmed by the amount of Family blogs to read.
I suppose it's time to get choosy.
My favorite.
This one taught me new words. Like crud and asinine.
Yup!
Oh! I forgot!
READ MY BLOG!!
And comment.
Humph.
Just in my area, four amigos (Nats, Sebby, but I lost the link, Shan, and Sonya) have blogs. I'll be linking to one (Nats), since I don't have el permission from the others. I am overwhelmed by the amount of Family blogs to read.
I suppose it's time to get choosy.
My favorite.
This one taught me new words. Like crud and asinine.
Yup!
Oh! I forgot!
READ MY BLOG!!
And comment.
05 August 2005
Look Look, See See 6:15 PM
One good look at my stats today made this word burst forth from my mouth:
F@#$*%^!
I felt justified.
Since every blog is cooler than mine. But recently, I've tried to put more thought into my posts. Don't people know how hard it is to blog about random things and say whatever is on mind at the time!? (Yes, I am being sarcastic. But really, life IS fair and God IS good. And so are my few dear readers. God bless them all.) And yesterday, I finished the post about my trip for the benefit of those who know me and want to know what I was up to.
"Gosh, it's about time!", you might say. Well, I'm a lazy blogger, don't get on my case, I had to get the pictures too, you know.
I blog like a slobbering two-year-old in diapers, except for the the perfect spelling.
You: "LOOK! A spelling error!"
Me: "AHHHHH!!! @&$*! How could I %$^* up like that..."
You: "Hee hee."
Ug.
(Update: I changed what to want.)
F@#$*%^!
I felt justified.
Since every blog is cooler than mine. But recently, I've tried to put more thought into my posts. Don't people know how hard it is to blog about random things and say whatever is on mind at the time!? (Yes, I am being sarcastic. But really, life IS fair and God IS good. And so are my few dear readers. God bless them all.) And yesterday, I finished the post about my trip for the benefit of those who know me and want to know what I was up to.
"Gosh, it's about time!", you might say. Well, I'm a lazy blogger, don't get on my case, I had to get the pictures too, you know.
I blog like a slobbering two-year-old in diapers, except for the the perfect spelling.
You: "LOOK! A spelling error!"
Me: "AHHHHH!!! @&$*! How could I %$^* up like that..."
You: "Hee hee."
Ug.
(Update: I changed what to want.)