Here come the updates!!

Hold on to your boot-straps, little cowboys!! Here she comes!

Part I:
What a Card!

Wednesday:
Most people go to their morning class, then leave to go home for Thanksgiving (which is on Thursday. Weird, hey?)
Vanessa, Julie, Stephen, Mary Joy, and Davie play cards for 8 hours straight. Well, lunch and supper breaks are taken while staring at each other's face-down cards, hoping Stephen doesn't have the ace of trump.

We then go to Topher's house, where Jenni is house-sitting, to watch LOST, and *gasp!!* play some more cards!!

Thursday:
The Canadians accidentally sleep in and miss three calls from Davie wondering where the heck we are and if we got lost on the way to their house.
They finally head to the Rempfers' house, eat an incredible Thanksgiving meal, hang out with an incredible family, play Taboo-- with no french on the cards so that you get the sides mixed up and end up staring blankly at the french wondering if you should know this word... -- oh and yeah... we played plenty of card games. Shocking, I know.

Friday:
The Canadians GO SHOPPING!!!
Vanessa buys a new shirt, new jeans, Christmas CD's, and Christmas presents for Ther and WaDelia!!

Saturday:
Vanessa showers, then sits at her computer typing on her blog.
She is about to go downstairs on the ski-machine (like the NordicTrac, but lots older and therefore crappier). She is then going over to Pastor Jackie's for tea, along with Mary Joy (P.J. is the one whose kids I babysat a few times).
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Part II:
Time to buy a teleporter

General Updates:
Mary Joy sprained her ankle last week. I didn't mind driving her to and from classes at all. I just felt bad for her having to do a schwack-load of stairs on those things.
In more important updates, Caleb's comment on the last post hit me like a shocking ball of slime. Holy crudd!! (Two "d's" for emphasis). I can't believe how soon it is until I'm home! I dreamed about being home, last night. I'd tell you all about it, but it was effed.

Okay, my patient watermelons. The best part of this entire post:
I'M GOING TO THE BIG APPLE!!
Mary Joy has two auditions for Opera companies in New York, and I'm going with her on December 5th!! AHHHHHH!!
As if it's not enough to be going to NYC right before Christmas, with all the lights and displays and Time Square, but we're catching a couple shows too.
Wait for it...

We're going to see Carmen at the Met. And on Broadway...

WICKED!!!

Begin dying of jealousy... NOW!!
(If I knew how to make an animated firework display on this thing, it would be inserted right here).

-WickedNess (as in AwesomeNess, not EvilNess)

Artsy people.

They scream at you in riddle.
They lament in a sonnet, or worry through a short story, or vent in metaphor. They yell at you, blame you, beat you down.

Or they mourn your loss. They pine silently for you, and it's all recorded down some how, but never straight-forward enough for you to call them on it.
They write songs about a person that may or may not be you, who did something that may or may not have been what you did.
They white-out your name from an abandoned name-tag in order to write something else in its place. But you'll never know if the name tag is yours. You can't get close enough to examine it.
They get the title all ready, and they want to crazy-glue it to your shirt, but they can't tie you down. If they could, they wouldn't need the crazy-glue.
They drop you subtle hints and hope that you pick them up. They leave the message in a place where you can find it if you really look.
If you take the interest. Which is what they're hoping for.

Have you ever had someone send you a message in this way?
I have.
But I can't really complain.
Because I do it all the time.

In fact, I'm doing it now.
And chances are, I could even be talking about you.

RelentedNess

Let it Snow... (Just not here, heh heh)

Janice sent this forward to my email account. I thought it was thoroughly amusing. (I think -25 is my favorite)

THE TEMPERATURE CONVERSION GUIDE:
10ºC = Texans try to turn on their heat. Saskatchewanians plant gardens.
5º C = North Carolinians shiver uncontrollably. Saskatchewanians sunbathe.
3º C = Italian cars won't start. Saskatchewanians drive with the windows down.
0º C = Distilled water freezes. Saskatchewan's water gets thicker.
-5º C = Torontonians wear coats, gloves, and wool hats. Saskatchewanians throw on a t-shirt.
-10º C = Quebecers begin to evacuate the province. Saskatchewanians go swimming.
-20º C = Toronto landlords finally turn up the heat. Saskatchewanians have the last cookout before it gets cold.
-25º C = People in Vancouver cease to exist. Saskatchewanians lick flag poles.
-30º C = Montrealers fly away to Mexico. Saskatchewanians throw on a light jacket.
-40º C = Hamilton disintegrates. Saskatchewanians rent some videos.
-60º C = Mt. St. Helen freezes. Saskatchewan Girl Scouts begin selling cookies door to door.
-80º C = Polar bears begin to evacuate the arctic. Saskatchewan Boy Scouts postpone "Winter Survival" classes until it gets cold enough.
-100º C = Santa abandons the North Pole. Saskatchewanians pull down their earflaps.
-114º C = Ethyl alcohol freezes. Saskatchewanians get frustrated when they can't thaw the keg.
-183º C = Microbial life survives on dairy products. Saskatchewan cows complain of farmers with cold hands.
-273º C = All atomic motion stops. Saskatchewanians start saying "Cold 'nuff for ya?"
-300º C = Hell freezes over. The Saskatchewan Roughriders win the Grey Cup.

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On another note, guys, pray for me. Everyone here is getting really excited for Thanksgiving holiday and M.J. and I are the only ones who aren't going home. I know M.J. has done this before, but I haven't. I want to have a happy holiday and a good time with the people that have invited us home with them. I'll be missing you guys. ONE MORE MONTH!! Can you believe it? How time flies when the weather is freakishly warm. Oh, I'm sorry, was that a low blow?

ColdNess

Hello Pixie Hair!

I got a haircut. Mary Joy says I look like a pixie.
No matter what I do with my hair it's messy. And I love it.
More interestingly, I found out a great deal about pixies from google searching the word. Not to research them, but to find pictures. [and you better like the one I picked, because it took about 4,000 pictures to find!!]
So here, Vanessa's fun facts about pixies. (Fun Facts about Fairies would have been more fun, but I do not look like a fairy, hello!)
* A lot of people name their rat-sized dogs and ugly cats "Pixie".
*A lot of people don't know how to spell Pixy.
*Most pixies are Japanese.
*Only about 1 in 100 pixies (at best) have short hair. Pixie discrimination!
*It is nearly impossible to find a brunette pixie that isn't ugly or evil.
*Peter Pan and Tinkerbell come in all shapes and sizes (by the way, this made me realize that the pictures we save from our theatrical presentations are only interesting to us. - Michelle, remember how hard it was for us to get anyone to watch the video of Snoopy! with us?)

Well, that search only took a good hour. Pixie Pixy Fairy Fairie Faerie. Bleah. I'm going to bed and I'm taking my pixie hair with me. And no, it doesn't really look like the hair of the pixie in the picture. Gosh, I did my best! Stop judging me!

EnchantedNess

Very uninteresting blog.

This blog serves exactly three purposes.
1. To post the Halloween picture I've been promising to show. Unfortunately, for some reason I can't convert the file or something and it won't upload. Half my fault for being not-so-computer-savvy, half Stupid Puter's fault for hating me.
So here's a picture of a paper clip instead.

2. To tell you that HOT OFF THE PRESS VOLUME 9
Is now available for your reading pleasure
VIP request, of course.

3. To publicly apologize to Bobber for not getting hold of her for the last few days. Girl, I had a busy weekend like you wouldn't believe. Well, you would, because you're Super-Bob.

ApologeticNess

Reconciliation Dream

Last night I had a dream
And you were in it
And we were either Here or There
Or neither
I'm not sure

And in my dream was also a girl
From Here
And you knew her like she had been
your friend
For quite some time
And this didn't strike me as strange at all.

I had a dream
That reconciled my old life to new
And as I was falling asleep in your arms
You had to leave
So you kissed me Good night
And I woke up with what's Here
And not There.

-GroggyNess

Sick Day

It's pretty pathetic that it takes a sick day for me to finally sit down and write to you guys. MJ is gone all day with the phone, and my printer's not working; if I go downstairs I can't get back up because MJ has my keys. So all the things I should be doing are out, and you guys are in.

UPDATES:
FreakShow-- was very fun. People loved our Teen Girl costumes, and said I was the cutest The Ugly One ever. In attendance were: Thing 1 and 2, along with The Cat, Strong Sad, The Flintstone Family, Napoleon and Deb, Your Mom and Your Dad (not kidding), the Phantom (Scotty 2 Hottie looked awesome), my beautiful neighbour the Butterfly, Partly Cloudy With a Chance of Rain (blue shirt, blue pants, cotton balls, and a squirt-gun), the Chicken, the Egg, and a Question Mark, AND MANY MORE!!!

Praise & Worship-- I am leading for the first time on Monday. I have officially been given the job of being the organizer, getting people's info., putting them on teams, getting people together to practice, etc.

Youth Group-- The youth pastor of the church youth group I've been helping out with told me last week that he is thinking about giving me an intern position. It's been great getting to know the kids. We worked the Homecoming Football game this weekend, and it was really good experience. I learned how to load those nacho cheese machines, like the ones they have at 7-11. (Bob: "My nachos!!") Mmmmm... soggy with cheese, please.

I also went to the Opera this weekend, and it was so fantastic!! It was two one-act Operas by Puccini: Suor Angelica (drama), and Gianni Schicchi (comedy). They were both performed in Italian with subtitles. I've decided I could live my life going to the Opera every night and never tire.

I've been listening to a lot of jazz lately. It's weird-- I guess I just always naturally had my fill with dad practicing every day. I never thought that I would be burning to hear it. I also broke out the Christmas music today (Ella's Christmas). And it's still in the teens in temperature here. Can't shoot me til you see me! ;)

I don't think I'm going anywhere tonight. I'm thinking movie in the basement (which is now painted lime green).

That was kinda all over the map, and not nearly as funny and charming as I'm known to be. So here's a few topics, in review, that you can tell me all about in your life, as you respond:
*Costume Parties
*Singing activities
*Volunteer work/work
*Shows you've been to lately
*Christmas preparations!!
If you want, you can talk about Opera and Jazz, too. I won't mind.

AfflictedNess (I'm pretty sure I've already used sickNess and illNess).