Weekends

I hate it when I've got something to say and no way to remember it.

But I'll try to remember some of the stuff I did over at Montreal the past two weekends.

The first weekend I did dread, because I knew I'd have to attend my own birthday party (mind you, I have nothing against birthday parties, but here they usually end up...not that great.). The knowledge of this was reflected in my reluctance to get out of bed, eat breakfast and hop into the van.

Now driving to Montreal, that's a real test of endurance, because I tend to get stuck with sweaty little kids who squeal every few for about two hours.

So I've come up with this plan, I have.

I begin to sing songs and tell lame jokes and stories until everyone else can't stand me. Then I suddenly shut up, people realize how good silence is, they shut up, and I get a nap.

We attended the Activated and did our thing. I got a part in a skit about praise, which involved making faces like a suffering gorilla (I was actually trying to look mean, it didn't work that well) and falling to the floor "dead". The food there wasn't rotten this time, so I'll take a moment to clap for the cook.

After that, we all headed over to Helen's for fellowship and my party. It's great how people try to keep your own birthday a secret. What's also great is being able to sidle up to people with a smug face and triumphantly burst out "I KNOW what you're planning!".

We did the usual: cake, inspiration, games, snacks, pointless yacking away, and a movie.

I swear, I wasn't THAT eager to eat the cake.

Then there was the unusual: The presents.

A DOLLY? For me? Aww, you shouldn't have...

"To our dearest Eman: This potato will keep you safe and warm, no matter where you go."

The Potato of Power.

Forget about the day after that, it's irrelevant, it is.

The second weekend: I endured another long drive with my family until they left me out in the rain, standing in front of a spooky looking house.

I think my plan backfired.

So after I walked into the house and got my crotch greeted by the dog, I met four new and HOT...let's just say they're downright righteous girls. It seems my reputation preceded me this time though, because they recognized me from the DVD of a camp we had here in 2004. I did this bad (HORRIBLE, EWW, TAKE-THAT-OFF-RIGHT-NOW) rap number for the Word Time crowd at the camp. I knew it was a bad idea to get up there in the first place...

The first night we had a kareoke sing-along thing, it was like reliving your childhood, a bunch of teens enthusiastically yelling out tunes from Disney movies.

HAKUNA MATATA!!

The next day, after a Word class on Activated, we headed out to Activate our part of the world. I didn't get any subscriptions, but yeah, I did my part, and that counts. So THERE. At least I got hooked up with a great witnessing partner, Cec. It was like, "Ha ha, I got Cec, you guys WISH she was your partner *blows raspberry* La la la la la"...When we arrived back home, we all got ready to PAR-TAY! We had a beyond swell dance and game night, I got to slow dance with a broom, was voted "The Weakest Link", and some other cool happenings which I'll keep to myself.

I keep the best for myself. Selfish.

That, and it's great to be...(Hormones: "NOOO, he won't say it, will he? NOOO!!)...SINGLE!!!

So it was only the best fellowship since I came to Canada, or even before that.

FAMILY GIRLS ROCK!!

"I used to think...blah blah blah...Disillusioned, greener grass on that side. I'm in confusion, before I fell in love...with the girls from Toronto!"

"Lainey's wonderful smile,
Ceci's BOOBS! (she'll KILL me...),
blah blah blah...,
Shelly had a dance with me,
Leila's pretty (damn sexy),
now I can truly see..."

FAMILY GIRLS ROCK!!