puddle jumping

I love rain.

The kids and I went for a walk around 8:00 last week while it was raining. At the church on our road was a rather large puddle, quite large, actually.

I got soaked.

the wheels go 'round until they hit the curb

No, I am not speaking of my driving ability. Today, I got reacquainted with the wheelbarrow. Allow me to elaborate. A wheelbarrow, full of mulch (which is quite heavy), must be hoisted up a curb (which is not all that small), and then pushed to various places and emptied accordingly. The worst was pushing it through some trees, shrubs actually, with low-hanging branches which caught on your shirt and threatened to tear it apart.

Much better than weeding though - my finger will not be the same for the entire summer.

end of a chapter

My high school career is over.

On to bigger and better things, though I shall sorely miss the camaraderie there and the close-knit friendships made.

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sigh

application of data management

Visit to Redeemer for the nth time today.



Nice place, but I'd prefer to be at Canada's Wonderland at the moment.

If I had a million dollars ...

1927 Steinway. Coveting? I am.

my ice cream is melting rapidly

shoes!

highlights of the Québec trip

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more to come, perhaps, if Nadine ever decides to give me those photos

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i abhor school

hence the rebellion with the lack of punctuation

Romeo and Juliet

Awkward. Very awkward. But Romeo was hidden well in the bushes.

Shakespeare, though a genius, is disgusting. As is the modern interpretation. I am very glad that I did not live during the Elizabethan (as I believe it was) Era - clothes were definately too tight or too low. I suffer from hyper-sensitivity.

The death scenes were good. No, I'm not morbid, but often death scenes are extremely cheesy and fake. This was not.

Watch out for the slippery floor.