I had a dream last night that I went back to university.
It was September and I moved into a new residence room. Except we snuck in my fiancee and he stayed there the whole term without security knowing it.
Not sure what classes I was taking but seeing as I've been thinking about this lately, I'm pretty sure it had something to do with getting a degree to further my education in education. Am I eligible for a Masters in Education? Not sure yet...
... but I'm checking...
21 August 2008
20 August 2008
Brave New Book
I've decided to embark on a book journey: one of my own. Haven't done this in five years but now is a good time to start. I was inspired to after starting to read "The Mapmaker's Dream" -- a lovely book with an interesting plot and wonderful writing...
Words can be so magical sometimes, and so extraneous other times. I hope this is not too vain... or in vain.
Words can be so magical sometimes, and so extraneous other times. I hope this is not too vain... or in vain.
17 August 2008
Sage Advice
We were sitting in a McDonald's this morning, starting the day off healthily with an egg, bacon and cheese bagel and a cheese biscuit when I happened to start eavesdropping in on a nearby conversation.
Two elderly couples were sitting at the back of the restaurant, not eating so much as discussing various life notables they have found in their due courses. One of the women happened upon the topic of child-rearing:
"When you're raising children, it's not what you give them that's important: it's what you Choose *not* to give them that makes the difference."
Sigh. If only we can learn these things early in life...
Two elderly couples were sitting at the back of the restaurant, not eating so much as discussing various life notables they have found in their due courses. One of the women happened upon the topic of child-rearing:
"When you're raising children, it's not what you give them that's important: it's what you Choose *not* to give them that makes the difference."
Sigh. If only we can learn these things early in life...
29 July 2008
Plastic Charms
Oddly enough, I've recently become engaged.
Such a strange and new world, the realm of potential bridezilla. Cycling through modes of glee, frustration, anger, ponderment and wonderment and all throughout just the first week of elation.
Sigh. Already helpful suggestions have started trickling in. Am I to become a cynical bride-to-be? Will I be labelled as a "tried"-to-be?
(groan)
All this and more after receiving a silly green plastic ring from our Christmas cracker last year -- it was certainly charming, if not engaging... I liked the part where he had to convince me he was being serious. :) I also liked the part where he chose me. That was c-o-o-l.
Such a strange and new world, the realm of potential bridezilla. Cycling through modes of glee, frustration, anger, ponderment and wonderment and all throughout just the first week of elation.
Sigh. Already helpful suggestions have started trickling in. Am I to become a cynical bride-to-be? Will I be labelled as a "tried"-to-be?
(groan)
All this and more after receiving a silly green plastic ring from our Christmas cracker last year -- it was certainly charming, if not engaging... I liked the part where he had to convince me he was being serious. :) I also liked the part where he chose me. That was c-o-o-l.
05 July 2008
Duck Daze of Summer
Canada Day was beautiful this year: sunny, warm, breezy, clear and bright.
My family went to Edward's Gardens for the afternoon. Sandwich-eating and soccer-playing with the two little ones passed away the better part of our excursion.
We walked down the hill to watch the ducks and ducklings in the pond, and the waterwheel, and have fun romping around with piggy-backs. And then...
And then.
A clear voice rang out across the pond: "You killed it! You killed that duck! You killed it!"
I look over at an embarrassed young boy walking away from the scene of the accident with his brother. He had thrown a big rock into the pond, aiming for the ducks, and the rock had hit the duck and broken its neck. The duck was still alive, swimming sideways, floundering... drowning. It's mother was nearby, watching. The whole duck family swam over in a group and could only watch as we did to see the poor duckling try to right itself.
Only a few minutes more passed before the duckling stopped trying.
As far as we know, the boy was not punished. He had a talking to by his mother and another woman who saw the whole thing too, but nothing else.
At the risk of sounding cliche... Some kids are getting away with murder these days.
My family went to Edward's Gardens for the afternoon. Sandwich-eating and soccer-playing with the two little ones passed away the better part of our excursion.
We walked down the hill to watch the ducks and ducklings in the pond, and the waterwheel, and have fun romping around with piggy-backs. And then...
And then.
A clear voice rang out across the pond: "You killed it! You killed that duck! You killed it!"
I look over at an embarrassed young boy walking away from the scene of the accident with his brother. He had thrown a big rock into the pond, aiming for the ducks, and the rock had hit the duck and broken its neck. The duck was still alive, swimming sideways, floundering... drowning. It's mother was nearby, watching. The whole duck family swam over in a group and could only watch as we did to see the poor duckling try to right itself.
Only a few minutes more passed before the duckling stopped trying.
As far as we know, the boy was not punished. He had a talking to by his mother and another woman who saw the whole thing too, but nothing else.
At the risk of sounding cliche... Some kids are getting away with murder these days.
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