Pixie-Girl

I can believe things that are true and I can believe things that aren’t true
and I can believe things where nobody knows if they’re true or not

September 29, 2003

*insert celebratory band music here*

MY CAST IS OFF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

That is all, you may now return to your regularily scheduled internet browsing.
I can't believe it. I just can't believe it. I went into my Outlook Express today, and all the emails from my inbox, were gone. All of them. The other folders and all the stuff in them was still there.... but the inbox... empty.

So many emails in there. I know there was one from Nolan, and one from James. One from Mike, and another from Sarah. There was a music list from Eric, of songs I wanted to download, and information from the GMs for the Badlands. A long distance hug from Starlin' and an email from my Aunt. Things that were on my to-do list, or needed replies - gone. Just like that. No rhyme, no reason. Just gone.

I hate this.

September 25, 2003

Mmm, pretty song lyrics that are stuck in my head. Thus, I shall subject you all to them. Mwahahaha....

Help, I need somebody,
Help, not just anybody,
Help, you know I need someone, help.

When I was younger, so much younger than today,
I never needed anybody's help in any way.
But now these days are gone, I'm not so self assured,
Now I find I've changed my mind and opened up the doors.

Help me if you can, I'm feeling down
And I do appreciate you being round.
Help me, get my feet back on the ground,
Won't you please, please help me?

And now my life has changed in oh so many ways,
My independence seems to vanish in the haze.
But every now and then I feel so insecure,
I know that I just need you like I've never done before.

Help me if you can, I'm feeling down
And I do appreciate you being round.
Help me, get my feet back on the ground,
Won't you please, please help me.

When I was younger, so much younger than today,
I never needed anybody's help in any way.
But now these daya are gone, I'm not so self assured,
Now I find I've changed my mind and opened up the doors.

Help me if you can, I'm feeling down
And I do appreciate you being round.
Help me, get my feet back on the ground,
Won't you please, please help me, help me, help me, oh.

I hate days when I don't get emails. Doesn't that sound stupid? But it's true. I just hate it. It makes me so sad. I mean, I love gettings emails, or letters. There's something about knowing that there is someone out there who wants to talk to me. Me. And that they took time out of their busy day just to connect with me. Maybe for the littlelest things, but it still makes me uber-happy. I hate it when the only people who try to connect with me are spammers, or other stupid junk people. It's depressing. You know?

Gods, my cat is being so flipping whiny and annoying today. Maybe I'll take him outside... and then leave him there and never let him come back.

*ahem*

I mean, we are a hedge, move along....

September 21, 2003

Some interesting realizations this weekend...

1) I have no respect for drunk people.
2) I love wierd, random, people talking to me on the street, even if they're only asking for spare change.
3) Crying hurts. A lot. And leaves bruises around your eyes.
4) There are better things to spend money on then food.
5) Being around children, makes me happy. From the littlest ones, to the biggest ones. I want to be around them, playing with them. Holding them close, and feeling the overwhelming innocence.
6) I have an amazing amount of respect for people who breastfeed, and La Leche League leaders in general.
7) I would love to be a teen mum, if only to help people to understand that it can be done, and that the girls aren't just whores or stupid. That you can have a child, and have a life.
8) I don't want commitement.
9) You never know who will be the person who shocks you completely. Hell, it might even be you...
10) There's always someone on the other end, if you have to push the big red button.

September 20, 2003

Worrying Moments - A quick story as told by your resident Pixie

When one is changing into one's pyjamas, and staring at the inanimate background on their computer, one should not think to one's self, "Oooh pretty shooting star." Either one is way way too tired, contacts are blurring, or is just hallucinating. In any of these cases, the moral of the story is if you suddenly find yourself thinking that the inanimate background in moving - go sleep.

Love and Faeries all....

September 18, 2003

*shudder* I was reading the news, and this was in an article about Hurricane Isabelle - "In Virginia Beach, Va., police asked those staying in their homes to write their names in permanent marker on their forearms so they can be identified if they're injured or killed." Anyone else find that totally freaky? Man, I'm so glad I live inland somedays.

September 17, 2003

Josh: Victory is mine! Victory is mine! Great day in the morning people. Victory is mine!
Donna: Good morning Josh.
Josh: I drink from the keg of glory, Donna. Bring me the finest bagels and muffins in the land.
Donna: It's going to be an unbearable day.


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TEXT OF ORIGINAL CANADIAN ALLIANCE MOTION

"That, in the opinion of this House, it is necessary, in light of public debate around recent court decisions, to reaffirm that marriage is and should remain the union of one man and one woman to the exclusion of all others, and that Parliament take all necessary steps within the jurisdiction of the Parliament of Canada to preserve this definition of marriage in Canada."



"The Canadian Alliance's motion asking MPs to reaffirm the heterosexual definition of marriage was defeated by a vote of 137 to 132 Tuesday night.

During a heated six-hour House debate prior to the vote, many politicians offered emotional testimony as to why they were either in favour or opposed to the motion.

"Nobody is forcing the leader of the Canadian Alliance to marry a man if he doesn't want to. . . . I think this motion does display a very homophobic attitude," said New Democrat MP Libby Davies.

Equally biting were words from Bloc Québécois MP Real Menard who said, "It's like a father who tells his daughter, 'I'm not a racist but I don't want you to marry a black person,' or a husband who says to his wife, 'I'm for equality but I don't want you to have the right to work.' Isn't there a point somewhere when you have to walk the walk?"

Tuesday's motion was similar to one passed by a vote of 216 to 55 by the House in 1999, in which many Liberals voted to preserve the traditional definition of marriage.

Earlier in the day, Canadian Alliance Leader Stephen Harper said the motion was not about human rights, arguing that rights to civil unions had already been extended to gays and lesbians.

"It is about democracy," he told the House. "It is about the right of the people to make social value judgments and, more specifically, the right of judgments to be made by the representatives of the people rather than by the judges appointed by the government."

"Marriage has from time immemorial been firmly grounded in our legal tradition," said Harper, quoting a 1995 Supreme Court of Canada ruling on the issue.

Harper said allowing the courts to change the definition of marriage is "wrong in law, universally insulting, dangerous as far as rights are concerned."

Harper said the Liberals' plan to legalize gay marriage would eventually force religious groups that oppose gay marriages to perform them.

Justice Minister Martin Cauchon said religious groups now have, and would continue to have, the right to refuse marriage to anyone who does not meet the faith's requirements for marriage.

"I believe it is about equality, dignity and respect for all Canadians," said Cauchon.

"We are at a historic moment in time. We have the opportunity to challenge our simple assumptions and beliefs and do what is right in terms of equality," he added.

The Liberal government announced plans to legalize same-sex marriages after an Ontario Superior Court ruled on July 12 in favour of recognizing them under the law.

The Court ruled that prohibiting gay couples from marrying is unconstitutional and violates the Charter of Rights and Freedoms.

The federal government has said it plans to introduce same-sex marriage legislation some time next year. If passed, Canada would become the third country to legally recognize same-sex marriages."

September 14, 2003

"Your name of Jeanne-Marie has given you an appreciation of the business world and the handling of finances. You could do well in the sales field. You are ambitious, desire the best in life, and appreciate quality in all things. You are creative, promotional, and versatile, all qualities leading to success in the financial side of your life. However, this name has made you rather aggressive, shrewd, and critical and has caused you to be extremely independent. It is difficult for you to express fully the softer, more feminine qualities that should be a part of your nature. This name creates such a strong, positive nature, that the more sensitive types of people would find it overpowering at times."

Alright, so the part about finances is terribly crack like, but the rest is fairly accurate. Curious that. But not particularily the reason I decided to blog tonight. Have you ever had one of those moments where you suddenly remember something you had forgotten, and then like an avalanche, everything you've ever possibly forgotten, or should have done, or need to do, comes tumbling through your mind, and throws you into a crazy panic attack? I get these a lot. And I'm so tired of it. I just think of one thing I'll have forgotten, and suddenly I'm frekaing out, can't breathe, crying, shaking, can barely string together sentances. It's terrible. And it's usually not big things either. It's stupid little things Like I forgot to make the Playdough for tommorow. (Editor's Note: No fear, that's done now. It's pink... Oooh aahh.) It's just dumb stuff like that. But it makes everything suddenly seem so out of proportion. Suddenly, the fact that I have not folded my clean laundry seems to be the worst thing in the world. Do you understand?

I guess part of it is the depression. I'll spend hours, days, sitting around doing absolutely nothing worthwile for the simple reason that I have no motivation to. Nothing seems worth it. Nothing seems important. It's all I can do just to get out of bed in the morning. So then when I realize I have forgotten things, the panic attacks are even worse because of all the wasted time. Sound stupid? I know I know. It's just so hard somedays. I feel as though I'm doing absolutely nothing worthwhile with my life. Seconds just ticking by, another moment closer to the inevitable. On days when I do nothing of substance, I curse myself for even breathing, because I don't deserve it. I've done nothing to contribute to the world, so why should I be allowed to live in it?

On a completely unrelated topic, my oldest brother is one of the coolest people I know. He and his girlfriend went to Thailand and South Korea for three weeks, and just got back a week ago. They came over for supper tonight, which was cool because I don't get to see them all that often. They had brought me a very cool carved elephant, and little statue from Thailandm which I totally love. But the coolest thing of all was the present Diana brought me, for no apparent reason. It was an Edmonton Transit map and BusLink directory, full of personal notes, and important things marked on the map. For instance, she had marked all the shopping malls, the theaters, the museums and the conservatory. She marked my brother's work, and my dad's work, plus their new house, and even IKEA. Plus their were little comments written in all over. It was just the coolest, most personalized present ever. It's funny how it can be the smallest, wierdest presents that make a person the most happy. Or maybe I'm just wierd *grin*

It's neat, my friends and I have been making all these plans for when I get my cast off. Laura and I are going to go to the Waterpark. Bailey wants to organize a party at Jamie's. Plus Bee and I are planning a shopping trip. I just can't wait. I hate having this cast more than anything else. It's the worst form of torture ever invented.

Well, that's my life. Until next time...

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September 10, 2003

Alright, I promised to post up the two competing monologues for viewing and judging by the public. Please comment, and please say who you are. Of all the things I loathe, people who sign anonymously are at the top of the list. If you don't want someone to know who you are either a) don't say it, or b) PUT IT AS A PRIVATE ENTRY IN THR GUESTBOOK. Because quite frankly, I hate trying to guess who said something. You're all driving me insane! But that's a topic for another day... to the monolouges.

Contestant Number 1 - The Age of Dharma

Dear Editor,
I’m 13 years old – only recently. I’m a product of this globalised, consumer-driven, bottom-line focussed, disposable, superficial and lonely society that we have become. I am struggling to define myself in this world where time is a commodity equated to dollars. How much time, or money am I actually wasting now? The answer is probably between too much and far too much. So much and yet so little.
The real question is, what have the 13 years on this planet taught me? I have this paranoia that everyone has figured it out before me, because sometimes I just don’t get it. I don’t get how we are made by God and yet display, too infrequently, the qualities that he has bestowed on us. I don’t get how humans can have the capacity to be so cruel and yet also have the capacity to love with intensity. I don’t get why some people have all the bad luck and others who seem to deserve it, thrive and prosper. I don’t get why there is so much inequality, suffering and ignorance in the world. I don’t get why people can go on calmly with their lives when the future of humanity is at breaking point.

Maybe it’s apathy – the social disease of the 21st century. It’s contagious and I’ve got it – but I’m trying to kick the habit. There’s just too much information. I’m overwhelmed by it. Too many rules, too much hyprocrisy, too many questions, not enough answers. Too much for so few.

I’m frustrated. I feel helpless. What can I do to alleviate the suffering? How can I make my voice heard? How can I make this world a less lonely place? It’s so ironic that whilst technology can bridge the geographic boundaries, our psychic and emotional distance grows wider. I want to do all that I can do breach this. Take a risk! Give a stranger a smile, greet them, be genuine in everything that you say and do. Don’t betray your humanity – if we only live to survive (physically, emotionally or financially), then we will have not lived at all.

--The Age of Dharma

(switch to other side of stage, switch voices)

Dear Age of Dharma,

That is, indeed, one way of looking at things. But saying you are the product of a globalised, consumer-driven, bottom-line focused, disposable, superficial and lonely society, is buying into the propaganda. You are the product of the extremely personal union of two people, however that came about. You are the product of your friends, family, teachers, lovers. Society only becomes impersonal when you allow it to- when you stop looking at the /people/. And that trend, the trend towards seeing patterns and the 'bigger picture' rather than individuals, is exactly what can bring about the problems you're speaking of.

We say that the gulf is growing, that people are growing farther and farther apart- but is that really true? Or is it that technology allows us such an incredible increase in knowledge that we can now see, almost touch, the plight of thousands, millions, while still having a no more than human ability to affect what we see?

Each person has a huge potential to help the world; and while most don't fully realize that potential, it's a rare person who doesn't make the world a better place. And for those of us who are trying? Those who see what needs to be done, who see the need to fight the propaganda, bring love back, end suffering? Some of us will go on to study, change policies, run orphanages, write novels that affect the lives of thousands. But every bit as important are those who stay home and teach; those who refuse to lie silent, who reach out every day to remind the world how life should be, who smile at strangers, hold their friends when they cry, raise children who know what love is and how to inspire it in the world. Who look every day in the face honestly, who show people how to /see/, with every word and gesture. Who don't rail angrily against injustice, but instead fight it, and never allow it to pass unopposed through their lives.

It would be folly to ignore the pain, the cruelty, the ignorance that is most certainly all too prevalent in the world. But to let it overwhelm you is to lose yourself. See the beauty and the courage in those around you, rather than the ignorance and cruelty; nurture the goodness you find, and lead by example away from the diseases of apathy and hypocracy.

I don't think you, at least, are in any danger of not having lived at all. Keep living as beautifully as your post makes me believe you will, and the world will be a better place for your having visited it.

And thank you for reminding me what I'm fighting for.

--The Editor

originally by: Serendipity and Starlin' - edited by: Your Pixie in Residence
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Contestant Number Two - The First Step is Knowing You Have A Choice

(spoken by someone else)
"Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome Father David Graham to the 2002 annual International Social Aid Workers Conference."

(start here)

Good afternoon. It is an incredible honor to be asked to address this conference - I can remember many years of sitting out there, on those horrible chairs, looking for the insights other people have brought from their work, so that I could take them back and perhaps make that crucial difference in just one more life.

Those of us working with inner city kids know that we have two big stumbling blocks to making a difference: They have to want to change before we can even start, and when we do manage to get them climbing up, 9 times out of ten they slide back down. Our keynote speaker today, Dr. Tokawa, has written several excellent books on the first problem, and I look forward to sitting out there tonight and taking notes. I would like to share with you some of the ways I have found to help deal with the second problem, and discuss some of the philosophy behind my methods.

Life is about choices, and common wisdom holds that some of them are harder than others. I've always disliked that concept, but was unable to find a good way to articulate my problem with it, until a few years ago when a friend of mine who works at AADAC was speaking to a group of alcoholics. He told them 'you have to choose to quit drinking - and you have to make that choice every time you want one.' Since that time, I've been using a lot of the AADAC material in my general work - leaving aside for a moment that inner city work has to deal with a lot of substance abuse - it has been a key insight for me to realize that its the same behaviour patterns that are affecting some of these kids, and in many cases I've been able to stop or slow the slide by treating the street like an addiction. A lot of these kids want a job, or a good pad, or an education, but never try, because there is just too much that needs to change, so they change nothing.

Part of the problem is convincing these kids that the choice *IS* their own, and making them believe that. As a priest, I spend half of my time breaking down the barriers that these kids have set up, because of what they think I'll say or do, or what they've been told I'll require. I'll let you in on a little secret, if you promise not to tell the Bishop. I don't care if these kids go to church, as long as they get off the street. In fact, I'll go a step further - and this probably will get me in trouble - I don't care if these kids get off the street, as long as they know they can.

I try and teach them that the big things are just little things, all strung together. Getting a job isn't a matter of deciding "I want a job" - it's deciding to make a resume, and deciding to shower and shave, and drop it off in person. Deciding to get up in the morning. Deciding to accept something resembling authority. And each of these isn't just one step, they're all little steps strung together. Just like an alcoholic gets up in the morning and decides to drink juice or coffee instead of whiskey, or go straight home instead of straight to the bar. Little things, that are just like the little things that put them in the hole in the first place. None of these kids woke up and decided "I want to be a junkie living on the street" - but a string of littler choices all taken together put them there. Just like a string of littler choices can take them out. Not that making the choices smaller makes them easy - "I'm not going to have this drink" might be smaller than "I'm going to get off the street", but that doesn't mean it's an easy choice. But it's one choice, here and now, instead of a whole lifetime of choices, here and now.

It's also important to recognize and celebrate the little successes, without expecting too much, too fast. Each time a junkie decides not to shoot up is a victory, even if he's still a junkie. One of my favorite success stories is a kid I was working with in Seattle, several years ago. He was a heavy drug user living on the street when I started working with him, and a drug user living on the street when he stopped coming in. Before he stopped coming, he said "Dave, I still do drugs, and I probably always will. But before I do, each and every single time, I think 'Do I need to do this?' and the answer is usually 'No, but I'm choosing to.' - but sometimes the answer is 'No, and I'm choosing not to.'" Last year I got a letter from him, and he wrote "Dave, I still do drugs, and I probably always will. But before I do, each and every single time, I think 'Do I need to do this?' and the answer is usually 'No, and I'm choosing not to.' I wanted to write and tell you that. I also want you to know that one of the guys in my gang has started saying 'No, but I'm choosing to.'" AADAC teaches that the first step is admitting you have a problem. I like to teach that the first step is knowing you have a choice.

I believe strongly that I can offer, and guide, and teach, but not compel. The hardest part of teaching these kids that the choice is theirs is accepting that I won't always like what they do with it.

originally by: James (Shades) Brown
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Okay, go vote. Let your voice be heard. Thanks!!

Franklin Roosevelt
You are Franklin Roosevelt.

Many people look up to you and adore you. Although
you are actually a fairly private person, you
can be the life of the party. Some people do
not realize what a shrewd manager you are, able
to compromise and negotiate. You want to help
other people, and are overcoming personal
difficulty to achieve greatness.


What 20th-century Western ruler are you?
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September 09, 2003

So, I have officially taught my very first ever Mini Imagination class. (Technically this was Monday night, but I hadn't gotten around to blogging the events yet.) The class is, interesting to say the least. There are six kids, not five like I anticipated, and they're going to be a handful. Let me summarize. (Names witheld for obvious reasons.)

Big C - A energetic five year old boy. Loves Transformers and Power Rangers. Doesn't like sitting still. A bit bossy but we'll work on that. His name is practically inpronouncable, but it's not as bad as his younger brother's....
Little C - This guy is three, and keeps trying to escape from the classroom. Not for any particular reason, but just for the hell of it. These two have the craziest Gaelic/Irish names - oh and their dad totally looks like he stepped out of the Irish Mob. Teehee. And this kid generates my most amusing anecdote from that class. You see, he has an imaginary friend. It's a lion. A blue lion actually. A miniature blue lion. A miniature, invisible, blue lion. A miniature, invisible, blue lion with an almost inaudible roar. A miniature, invisible, blue lion with an almost inaudible roar, named ... get this ... Santa Ladybug. That's right, Santa Ladybug, the miniature, invisible, blue lion. I don't think I'll have any problems with this kid and creativity. Getting him to sit down on the other hand...
Big A - A very adorably cute four year old girl, who seems nice enough. Hasn't done anything wierd of horrible yet. Although, she comes with...
Little A - Her two year old sister. That's right, two years old. In a class for three to five year olds. And not only is she two, she doesn't really talk. She mostly just sits there with her thumb in her mouth, staring at me with a 'deer caught in headlights' expression. Gah!
K - The most hyper crazy three year old I have ever met. She's insane! She won't sit down, she steals the toys from the other kids, and she bounces. Bounce bounce bounce. Granted, I don't mind the bouncing, and being excited part, it's the taking stuff from other people thing I will have to work on. And last but not least...
O - A very adorable, but quiet, three year old. It took a little while for her to warm up to everyone, but by the end she was laughing and participating just like the rest. Terribly cute. Really. Short blonde hair, big blue eyes... awww. She likes Cinderella and the colour pink - see, useless information you'll never need *grin*

Hmmm, it's almost midnight and I have to get up early tommorow to finish off my playdough for Drama class. Hehe... PROJECTION is performing tommorow. Yay us. I also have my audition for Junior Musical Theater, and eee, I found monolouges. I have two - one is called 'Oh Pringle, My Pringle" and the other is called 'The Age of Dharma.' Well the first one is a for sure. For the other I'm still trying to decide between that and the speech James (Shades) wrote for Father Dave. Choices choices. Maybe I will post them up tommorow and let the audience weigh in. Hehe, a poll. 'Twill be amusing. Until then, I shall sleep.

Well, technically I probably won't sleep right up until I put up the poll, as I'll need a few minutes to wake up, and even then, I'll probably wait until after school to post it. But you do get the idea. I hope.

Night then. *smiles and poofs*

Edited to add: I need to stop writting blog entries late-ish at night. My spelling and grammar go to hell, and it takes me 89 times as long to type the freaking things. Blah.

September 07, 2003

I promised a friend that I would update my blog, so here I am doing it. Life has been, while not perfect, averagely decent of late. In the tradition of PeanutButter and JAM, let me make a list....

8 1/2 Good Things:

1) Drama 30 is going to be a blast this year! Projection is the quality of making yourself heard, by everyone in the room.
2) School is going decently. I finished the Community Health 'thing' Next Step gave me to do, and am starting Pure Math 20. I am totally intimidated by it, but am trying really hard to remain calm, and optimistic. (Editor's Note: Me, optimistic? Ahahahahahaha)
3) I start my new job tommorow night. For those who I have not filled in yet on the details, I am teaching the Mini-Imagination classes at Festical Place. Aka drama for 3 to 5 year olds. Tommorow after school is the first Monday class. (I have Monday and Saturday classes) It has five kids in it, and I'm nervous - but in a good way.
4) I had a sudden burst of inspiration as to what I wanted to sing for my audition tommorow. Yay.
5) Everyone around me seems to be aquiring significant others - myself included. Go us!
6) I get to see my PeanutButter tommorow!!! I'm very excited as I haven't seen her in eons. Or like a week.
7) Not having to use my crutches too much anymore.
8) Chicago, karaoke - need I say more?
and a 1/2) Borrowed my dad's awesome tie, and learned how to tie it.

8 1/2 Bad Things:

1) Evil evil Oliver schedule. I am so so very screwed.
2) Adi having an emotional breakdown in the back of my head.
3) Still have a broken foot - go figure.
4) Having to do RP with said broken foot.
5) Falling apart relationships (I don't believe either of the people in question read this weblog, but I will not mention their names anyway, for privacy's sake)
6) Double scheduling LLL conference, and Mini Imagination class
7) Not sure what I'm going to do yet for Saturday class
8) First Math unit exam in eight days. Ahhhhhhh!!
and a 1/2) Mosquitoe bites, and lots of them. Grrrrrr.

There, an update, and even one with content. Yay me. Now I am going to bed. As always, morning will come way way too soon. G'night cyberspace. Love you...

September 02, 2003

A story - as told by your resident Pixie

So, when we were in Greece (we being Haley, Laura and I) we visited the ruins of a place called the Lion's Gate. It was an absolutely beautiful set of ruins, out in the middle of nowhere. As you came through the huge stone archway (aka the gate) there was a small alcove cut out of the rocks on the side. I decided this was very cool, and wanted to crawl in. I asked Haley to take a picture of me - I meant once I was in and turned around, but Haley took it as I was crawling in. Laura made up this wonderful story about how there was a ghost living there (of a soldier, or a barbarian, or some such thing - it had an axe, this I remember) and how Haley had disturbed its eternal rest by taking a photo. Haley doesn't particularily like ghost stories and was a little tiny bit spooked. Laura and I didn't really help as we kept tapping her shoulders when she wasn't looking, and generally trying to spook her. It went well ;) Well we finished looking around the ruins, got back on our bus, and were on our way.

And this is where you would think the story would end. But then it wouldn't be much of a story, and I wouldn't have bothered writing it all out. A couple weeks after we got home, Haley had her photos developped. The photo she had taken of me in the cave was on a roll of black and white film, just for reference. And... well I'll just let you look at the photo....





So, was there a ghost? I guess we'll never really know. Unless of course he hunted Haley down to Edmonton, but that would never happen. Afterall, we're all far too old to believe in ghost stories. Right? *evil grin*
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Anyway, I've been scanning and uploading lots of pictures from Greece on to the Internet - feel free to check them out here.

September 01, 2003

I got the job!!! Yay me.