Whore 9:08 PM

I should have titled this "When Blogging Becomes a Chore".

I just might.

Or I'll give the title to some other post.

Sadly, I can't talk about the repetitive happenings of this home, or I'll bore my eight faithful readers to death.

God forbid.

But I'll be going to Montreal tomorrow to attend an Activated meeting, where we do the hardcore stuff like praying, praising, and reading God's Word. And then I get to hang with Marco and Steven. Pimps.

But I'm quite sure I'll get stuck in a library tomorrow, I may have something to tell y'all y'all then.

At least it won't be with this raped mouse that keeps screwing up every few and making me have to rewrite my sentences.

A trick question by fl35h that I want to annoy some soul with someday:

I: "Ruth, do you want to know everything?"
She: "Well, me yes, I always want to know."
I: "To know everything is to be God."
I: "Thus and thus, You want to be God."
I: "Satan!"

I did mention I get an occasional kick out of teasing Spanish or French speakers about their English?:

(Me, while observing a card game:)
Michelle: "Pass the Joker."
Me: "Physically impossible, they are only two Jokers in a card game, and she has both!"
Michelle: "Then what is THIS?"
Me: "That's a Jack."
Michelle: "Oh. Well, it's hard to tell the difference, they both have a 'G' at the beginning."
Me: "'J'."
Michelle: "DIE, YOU!"

Or my dad's simple mistakes:

(My dad while telling an anecdote on Faith and Works:)
Dad: "There are two whores (oars), one that says Faith, and one that says Works..."

(My dad while commenting on how he doesn't want my little brother playing with the money in his bag:)
Dad: "I don't mind if he just looks at the different bills and penies."
Mom: "Pennies, honey."

(My dad while reading "Focus on the Power!":)
Dad: "... to fuck us on the power."
Me: (clears throat) "Focus, dad, focus."

My mom occasionally blurts things like:

(My mom while reading to us from "The Basic Mop":)

Mom: "...is a hole in the DICK."
Me: "Dyke?"

I got more of these. In my brain archives.

Somewhere.

Wowzers 11:09 PM

I am sick no longer.



Good, I'm starting to find those periods of transmutation annoying.



No, that's NOT a third limb.



But I did have some strange delirious dreams, like people in groups of four passing sponge blocks around and then trading them with other groups. And lots of faces, memories, zany stuff, and yeah.



I don't need to watch movies now. All I have to do is get sick!



In other noticias, this day marked the beginning of a week of clowning.



And since I couldn't find my clown hat, I had to wear this puffy, colorful fro.

Which, by the way, doesn't go with my thin, bony, and tanned face.



Well, I had an ok time, I made some kids happy and gave them balloons. I enjoyed myself up until some nosy child called me a "lady with puffy hair".



I dislike the critics nowadays.



I wish he could have come home to what I did.

Like, say, my sisters looking like someone barfed oats in their faces.



It's a new treatment thing, it is.



I liked it better when all they did was put cucumbers on their eyes.



Wowzers.

I need to make a list of my favorite words and expressions. Both self-made or borrowed from gente.



Or not.



Since kids like Nathalie will steal MY words and flash them everywhere.



NiCe and lynkedd are already being exploited.



Just give me credit for the last one.



Wowzers.



No, you won't find that in the dictionary. (i.e., I was dumb enough to come up with it.)

Katrina 10:36 PM

I suppose what's been on my mind the most these past few days is the wake of destruction left behind by hurricane Katrina.

That, and of course, Brittani.
(cheesy grin)

I watch the news every night now, this night being an exception due to my blogging activities. I can't get these images of devastation out of my mind, and it burdens me. I wish I could go and help. Two nights ago, I saw a man on TV walking around aimlessly, and when the TV crew interviewed him, he explained with tears in his eyes that he had lost his wife when their house split in half because of the flood. He was holding onto his wife's hand, and she told him he couldn't hold on, and to take care of their five children.

Then she fell.

It's stories like these that break my heart. I remember I used to be so unfeeling but now I guess I'm too soft.

I'm a freaking Libra, ok?

A post from ZERO that I can say amen to:

The power went out today.
All thanks and kudos to our local friendly hurricane.

I thought I had left this all behind when I left Africa.

In retrospect tho, you realize that it's all the same, first world or third. Natural disasters don't discriminate.

A hurricane or earthquake can hit you on the blindside and before you know it you're out of power, your cell-phone coverage is nada, and the nearest open gas station is 262 miles away, which successfully leaves you just as stranded and vulnerable as if a hurricane had hit you in a third world country.

Dead is dead.
Where you are has no provenance.

I pray for the souls of the dead, and for courage and comfort for those who remain.

Sick 8:47 PM

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.

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.

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.

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.