One of the toughest words for me to type properly is firends... fierends... freinds... friends.
And there are days when understanding firends can seem to be just as tough.
I've been thinking about old firends, new firends lately and a series of events (including reading mel's post) have got me mulling this even more. (uh oh)
Some firends are there with you until the end, some are just there for the moment, some you've outgrown, some will enjoy a beer and good conversation with you, some will try and lean on you a little too hard, some will morgage their house for you, some will read your blog (and some you won't even tell about it's existance) - but how do you know who is who?
And if you can figure that out, would/should you act any differently? (Theoretically I don't want to and yet...)
Either way it seems, if you want to keep that firend, you have to keep that contact. Killing two birds, I've decided to hone in on my typing skills by emailing my friends more often (and by that I mean we're shooting for one contact per week...this is big for me).
I love you all my fireneds. And by that I mean I'm thirsty. ;)
(http://www.qwantz.com/index.pl?comic=817)
Monday, July 31
Monday, July 24
Pigeon holes
There's been a fair amount of alcohol this past week and the combination of that with this gorgeous hot weather has made for some blissful dehydrated afternoons and evenings.
Most disturbing (exhilarating?) of all, the alcohol seems to be feeding my newest seed of an idea, quitting my job - the variable alcohol content determining which avenue I will pursue next, and which facet of my job, real or imaginary, I am most frustrated with, most recently the fear of being pigeon holed.
Apply to get a teachers certification program for summer/september 2007? (and until then, what?)
Try and land myself a job that lets me stand next to the intoxicating thought of being a photographer?
Apply to different environmental education positions, because it's easy?
Volunteer ski patrol? (OFA level 3 is an expensive first aid ticket...)
Pimp myself out for the possiblity of owning my "house on the ocean, built into a cliff"?
Something completely different?
Banjo rock star?
Tread lightly, ye who chooses to open the topic of career paths, I'm on a rant-age...
Tuesday, July 18
best girlfriend ever?
(cough, cough)
it took 4 hours to prepare, scrape and clean up just that small bit of the ceiling...looking forward to the bedroom.
it took 4 hours to prepare, scrape and clean up just that small bit of the ceiling...looking forward to the bedroom.
Wednesday, July 5
Here's Willy.
The other day I received change back from my pizza purchase which included a $5 bill with writing that said "Track this $5 as it travels around Canada! www.whereswilly.com".
Today I logged on to the website, thinking that it was going to be either the blog of some nerd in Vancouver, or a porn website who had the brilliant idea to try a different marketing technique in order to get more hits. I found instead an extensive website that someone had put a lot of work into, and apparently had many participants. Of course I diligently logged the travels of my $5 bill and found out a bit about it's history, which as of now is very boring - it originated from Vancity where Seth then took it home and wrote on it.
As interesting as my soon to be former $5 bill's future is, it does beg a major question.
Why are we doing this again?
$5 - HNL2521126
Today I logged on to the website, thinking that it was going to be either the blog of some nerd in Vancouver, or a porn website who had the brilliant idea to try a different marketing technique in order to get more hits. I found instead an extensive website that someone had put a lot of work into, and apparently had many participants. Of course I diligently logged the travels of my $5 bill and found out a bit about it's history, which as of now is very boring - it originated from Vancity where Seth then took it home and wrote on it.
As interesting as my soon to be former $5 bill's future is, it does beg a major question.
Why are we doing this again?
$5 - HNL2521126
Tuesday, July 4
Cat Lake
It was gorgeous on Sunday and had the makings for a lazy lake day so after a couple of stops in Squamish to buy a cooler, bbq and drugs for the cripple (steve), Devon, James, Steve and I headed out to go laking at Alice Lake.
Unfortunately, Alice Lake was full and we were forced to venture a bit further up the highway. We parked the car, sprinted across the highway, cooler in tow, and started hiking up the road towards where we thought Cat Lake would be.
A couple minutes in we wondered if a) a lake existed along this road (several people passed us with snowmobiles in tow???) and b) how far away it was. Luckily, at the same time that we found out a) the lake existed but was b) 1.8 km away, a sweet old truck (unsure of the age or type ... boys?) let us hop into the back for the ride.
Once we found a small 'beach' (read: steep, grassy-dirt hill) to lay our stuff, we quickly set about opening our beers and enjoying some of the finer lake activities - lazing, drinking, swimming, log fighting, reading, bbqing and lying in the sun. A great 'first' summer day for this Vancouverite.
I was surprised, though, to find that this small lake (for you Northern types read: pond) participated in a new lake activity - howling. Yes at random times during the afternoon someone across the lake would start a howl, which everyone else would join in on until we sounded like a pack of wolves claiming our territory.
Oh well, you know the saying, when in Cat Lake...
Unfortunately, Alice Lake was full and we were forced to venture a bit further up the highway. We parked the car, sprinted across the highway, cooler in tow, and started hiking up the road towards where we thought Cat Lake would be.
A couple minutes in we wondered if a) a lake existed along this road (several people passed us with snowmobiles in tow???) and b) how far away it was. Luckily, at the same time that we found out a) the lake existed but was b) 1.8 km away, a sweet old truck (unsure of the age or type ... boys?) let us hop into the back for the ride.
Once we found a small 'beach' (read: steep, grassy-dirt hill) to lay our stuff, we quickly set about opening our beers and enjoying some of the finer lake activities - lazing, drinking, swimming, log fighting, reading, bbqing and lying in the sun. A great 'first' summer day for this Vancouverite.
I was surprised, though, to find that this small lake (for you Northern types read: pond) participated in a new lake activity - howling. Yes at random times during the afternoon someone across the lake would start a howl, which everyone else would join in on until we sounded like a pack of wolves claiming our territory.
Oh well, you know the saying, when in Cat Lake...
Saturday, July 1
Happy Birthday Canada!
139 years old and still looking beautiful.
I just love Canada - it's people, it's natural beauty, it's tolerance, it's coastline (largest in the world!), it's humor, and it's pride in beer, hockey and toques.
My favourite places in Canada include:
~ Vancouver Island (the whole thing - though I could easily trade Nanaimo city center)
~ Morraine Lake
~ Haida Gwaii
~ Mnt Orford
~ Shuswapp Lake
~ above the treeline in the Northwest Territories
~ in the treeline of Gerabaldi Park
just to name a few...
And there are so many other places that I still need to visit (Yukon, Newfoundland, PEI, Quebec City, Owen Sound...)
What about you? What do you love?
I just love Canada - it's people, it's natural beauty, it's tolerance, it's coastline (largest in the world!), it's humor, and it's pride in beer, hockey and toques.
My favourite places in Canada include:
~ Vancouver Island (the whole thing - though I could easily trade Nanaimo city center)
~ Morraine Lake
~ Haida Gwaii
~ Mnt Orford
~ Shuswapp Lake
~ above the treeline in the Northwest Territories
~ in the treeline of Gerabaldi Park
just to name a few...
And there are so many other places that I still need to visit (Yukon, Newfoundland, PEI, Quebec City, Owen Sound...)
What about you? What do you love?
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