I have good news.
I'll be leaving on El Trip in...10 minutes or so.
With my friends and family, and the wonderful kids known as Sebby and Nats.
EEK.
I thought to post a decent farewell, so,
"SOOOOOOOO LOOOOONG, FAREWEEEEEL, AUFWIEDERSEN, ADIEU!"
I'll be gone for a long period of seven days or a fortnight.
Wish me well.
Adieu.
14 July 2005
11 July 2005
El Trip 4:14 PM
I'm going on a road trip.
This basically means I won't be blogging for a while.
But I'll bring my little notepad and try to make time to scribble in it, thus resulting in some posts about my trip. Philip and Sunshine and Co. will be making this trip with us, I should turn out to be interesting.
Past few days have been busy with music practice, meals, very little JJT, and sleep.
But you don't care about that.
So say bye bye, I will.
Bye bye.
This basically means I won't be blogging for a while.
But I'll bring my little notepad and try to make time to scribble in it, thus resulting in some posts about my trip. Philip and Sunshine and Co. will be making this trip with us, I should turn out to be interesting.
Past few days have been busy with music practice, meals, very little JJT, and sleep.
But you don't care about that.
So say bye bye, I will.
Bye bye.
07 July 2005
Canada Day 2005 7:22 PM
Oh, Canada!
Yeah, whatever.
Since I'm not of this world, I don't care much for patriotism.
But Canada is a swell place.
And so was it's day.
Since I can't remember EVERYTHING, I'll just give you a basic picture.
I remember clowns.
Right, that was us. We made balloons for happy, jumping, squealing little children. And some adults. I even caught a runaway helium balloon, but I gave it away to a kid. I planned to make funny voices with that helium. Oh, well. Other things we did that day were speak with a guy who was into politics, and hide from rain under a stage-with-a-roof place, along with a big group of people.
I did mention I was somewhat ochlophobic, right?
After that the "Dog's Teeth" band came along and stole our audience, but we didn't mind, we needed a diversion to get away.
We then returned home, dressed as humans, and drove to the park with the rest of our family.
And we got to attend a concert.
A singer by the name of Marie Chantal Toupin (or something like that) was doing a concert, so we joined in on the hoopla. My mom then got the great idea to give Marie a tract. So I accepted the mission and snuck through the crowds, trailblazing a path for my father to follow.
Security looked harmless.
So my dad crossed my brave little sister, Jeanne D'arc, over the fence and she boldly stuck the tract into Marie's hand, who smiled her thanks and stuck the tract into her pocket.
Mission accomplished.
I just hung around, yelled myself hoarse, waved my hands in the air and caught a smile from Marie.
I even put Jeanne on my shoulders and told her to look enthusiastic and concert like.
Which cut the circulation in my arms and gave me one heck of a cramp later.
All major thrill points.
The drums, bass, and electric guitar weren't half bad.
They did some pretty cool solos.
And left me half deaf.
I love kids.
Especially those who climb up on stage, give the singer too much love and threaten to end the concert.
There were present at Marie's concert. A little gang of them surrounded her and made such a pretty picture.
The fireworks started a little too soon, I hate having to squish through crowds of drunk people.
The rain right after ended Canada Day in style.
Which is more than I can say for this post.
Yeah, whatever.
Since I'm not of this world, I don't care much for patriotism.
But Canada is a swell place.
And so was it's day.
Since I can't remember EVERYTHING, I'll just give you a basic picture.
I remember clowns.
Right, that was us. We made balloons for happy, jumping, squealing little children. And some adults. I even caught a runaway helium balloon, but I gave it away to a kid. I planned to make funny voices with that helium. Oh, well. Other things we did that day were speak with a guy who was into politics, and hide from rain under a stage-with-a-roof place, along with a big group of people.
I did mention I was somewhat ochlophobic, right?
After that the "Dog's Teeth" band came along and stole our audience, but we didn't mind, we needed a diversion to get away.
We then returned home, dressed as humans, and drove to the park with the rest of our family.
And we got to attend a concert.
A singer by the name of Marie Chantal Toupin (or something like that) was doing a concert, so we joined in on the hoopla. My mom then got the great idea to give Marie a tract. So I accepted the mission and snuck through the crowds, trailblazing a path for my father to follow.
Security looked harmless.
So my dad crossed my brave little sister, Jeanne D'arc, over the fence and she boldly stuck the tract into Marie's hand, who smiled her thanks and stuck the tract into her pocket.
Mission accomplished.
I just hung around, yelled myself hoarse, waved my hands in the air and caught a smile from Marie.
I even put Jeanne on my shoulders and told her to look enthusiastic and concert like.
Which cut the circulation in my arms and gave me one heck of a cramp later.
All major thrill points.
The drums, bass, and electric guitar weren't half bad.
They did some pretty cool solos.
And left me half deaf.
I love kids.
Especially those who climb up on stage, give the singer too much love and threaten to end the concert.
There were present at Marie's concert. A little gang of them surrounded her and made such a pretty picture.
The fireworks started a little too soon, I hate having to squish through crowds of drunk people.
The rain right after ended Canada Day in style.
Which is more than I can say for this post.
30 June 2005
Googled 4:24 PM
I ran a search for my site on Google, and saw that my site is indeed there.
And about time too.
I put it up when I was born.
Anyway, go ahead and google http://www.thecapitalc.blogspot.com if you want to see for yourself.
In other news, I added my own graphic disclaimer.
I made it myself.
Obviously. Since there ARE miniscule ERRORS.
Will probably correct it sometime.
And about time too.
I put it up when I was born.
Anyway, go ahead and google http://www.thecapitalc.blogspot.com if you want to see for yourself.
In other news, I added my own graphic disclaimer.
I made it myself.
Obviously. Since there ARE miniscule ERRORS.
Will probably correct it sometime.
27 June 2005
Sun and Surf 6:06 PM
Wait...
It's coming...
What was I going to say?
Well, Friday I went to the park and witnessed again. It just wasn't as jazzy as last time.
And then Saturday I went over to a friend's chalet.
Yes, my friend (if you are my friend), that was sum fun.
The car ride was quite exhilarating, singing into the wind can do wonders on your throat.
(Just imagine:
Me: IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEE, have SEEEEN ENOOOOOOOUGH, to know there's NOTHING Theeeeeeere...!!!
Father: *sings along*
Me: *scratches ear and tries to hit a high note*
Father: *questionable glance*
Me: *swallows a bug and dies*)
My hand also went air surfing and caught a few whizzing and stinging objects.
I just hope it wasn't a bee.
Turns out that my hand wasn't the only thing that went surfing.
At the chalet, after huffing and puffing and dragging my stuff out of the car (I like to travel LIGHT, you know) we decided to go fishing. But since it seemed like it was National Dead Animal day, we found our stash of worms was reduced to a smelly heap.
I felt like a woman with nausea.
But the bright side was that we could still go for a pedalo ride. Out on the lake, with all the party happy boaters, we caught some pretty swell waves. We like to call it "surfing".
And we almost sank.
And the frantic look on my face.
Where's my camera?
Bedtime was forgotten.
I felt like the proverbial child who is afraid of the Monster under his bed. Every now and then the sky would light up green, and drunk people would yell drunken things.
Loud music is good. GOOD loud music is even better.
They didn't seem to know the difference.
But I finally found peace in the midst of the storm.
Under my heavy blanket on a hot summer night.
Next mornin' was a time of more fun in the sun. Sun being abundant, fun a little more evasive.
But we caught him.
By "surfing" again.
And filling our water guns with lake water full of the skeletal remains of baby fish.
I stunk.
And got soaked.
Where's my camera?
It's coming...
What was I going to say?
Well, Friday I went to the park and witnessed again. It just wasn't as jazzy as last time.
And then Saturday I went over to a friend's chalet.
Yes, my friend (if you are my friend), that was sum fun.
The car ride was quite exhilarating, singing into the wind can do wonders on your throat.
(Just imagine:
Me: IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEE, have SEEEEN ENOOOOOOOUGH, to know there's NOTHING Theeeeeeere...!!!
Father: *sings along*
Me: *scratches ear and tries to hit a high note*
Father: *questionable glance*
Me: *swallows a bug and dies*)
My hand also went air surfing and caught a few whizzing and stinging objects.
I just hope it wasn't a bee.
Turns out that my hand wasn't the only thing that went surfing.
At the chalet, after huffing and puffing and dragging my stuff out of the car (I like to travel LIGHT, you know) we decided to go fishing. But since it seemed like it was National Dead Animal day, we found our stash of worms was reduced to a smelly heap.
I felt like a woman with nausea.
But the bright side was that we could still go for a pedalo ride. Out on the lake, with all the party happy boaters, we caught some pretty swell waves. We like to call it "surfing".
And we almost sank.
And the frantic look on my face.
Where's my camera?
Bedtime was forgotten.
I felt like the proverbial child who is afraid of the Monster under his bed. Every now and then the sky would light up green, and drunk people would yell drunken things.
Loud music is good. GOOD loud music is even better.
They didn't seem to know the difference.
But I finally found peace in the midst of the storm.
Under my heavy blanket on a hot summer night.
Next mornin' was a time of more fun in the sun. Sun being abundant, fun a little more evasive.
But we caught him.
By "surfing" again.
And filling our water guns with lake water full of the skeletal remains of baby fish.
I stunk.
And got soaked.
Where's my camera?
24 June 2005
Pysched 12:27 PM
Yesterday was awesome. In what way, ask you?
In that I had a kickass witnessing time.
I originally had to stay home and take care of kids, but after I did my time, the Lord saw fit to send me out litnessing.
Since it was the day before La Fete De Saint-Jean Baptist (say that really fast, it means St John the Baptist's Day) a park near us was to host a mini gala event with music and fireworks.
Well, we missed the fireworks and the music was crummy. I'd like to see Plan of Attack or The Sealed get up on stage and play some REAL musik. It brings to mind what Andrew V. said on the subject of System music.
Amen to that.
But since we came to witness, that didn't really matter. I was a little shy at first, but after a bit, I got all pysched up and passed out all my tracts. Of course, my French is a NWO, I can't go around forever saying "Ce pour toi" and then just flashing my charming smile.
But some girls just didn't get it.
I tried to tell them that Someone (Jesus) loved them, but they obviously thought that someone was me, for they walked away giggling and waving.
I hope they were single. I didn't fancy getting clobbered by some jealous guy.
But we won some souls to God's eternal kingdom, and my dad got a few hugs as people were touched by our message.
And I even sang and danced.
Being with my siblings (and if you know them, then you know they are a crazy bunch) we started imitating 1960's movie stars, which turned into us holding hands and doing a rendition of "The Little Hills Rejoice". I'm positive some people liked it. Too bad I didn't bring El Guitar.
Not even a dog barked.
And speaking of music, check out this song --> "Family Girls Rock" that I got off the hollow blah.
Was good for a few giggle fits, since I'm sure I know at least three girls mentioned in the song. They are girls you'd definitely fall in love with.
The bloopers at the end are something to hear as well.
In that I had a kickass witnessing time.
I originally had to stay home and take care of kids, but after I did my time, the Lord saw fit to send me out litnessing.
Since it was the day before La Fete De Saint-Jean Baptist (say that really fast, it means St John the Baptist's Day) a park near us was to host a mini gala event with music and fireworks.
Well, we missed the fireworks and the music was crummy. I'd like to see Plan of Attack or The Sealed get up on stage and play some REAL musik. It brings to mind what Andrew V. said on the subject of System music.
"There's a whole lot more garbage and trash and badly produced and sung music out there than we have ever done, or could ever even do, really." ("Shooting Straight, Part 9" ML#3513)
Amen to that.
But since we came to witness, that didn't really matter. I was a little shy at first, but after a bit, I got all pysched up and passed out all my tracts. Of course, my French is a NWO, I can't go around forever saying "Ce pour toi" and then just flashing my charming smile.
But some girls just didn't get it.
I tried to tell them that Someone (Jesus) loved them, but they obviously thought that someone was me, for they walked away giggling and waving.
I hope they were single. I didn't fancy getting clobbered by some jealous guy.
But we won some souls to God's eternal kingdom, and my dad got a few hugs as people were touched by our message.
And I even sang and danced.
Being with my siblings (and if you know them, then you know they are a crazy bunch) we started imitating 1960's movie stars, which turned into us holding hands and doing a rendition of "The Little Hills Rejoice". I'm positive some people liked it. Too bad I didn't bring El Guitar.
Not even a dog barked.
And speaking of music, check out this song --> "Family Girls Rock" that I got off the hollow blah.
Was good for a few giggle fits, since I'm sure I know at least three girls mentioned in the song. They are girls you'd definitely fall in love with.
The bloopers at the end are something to hear as well.
