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Name: Danielle
Birthday: 10/29/1981
Gender: Female
Interests: Linguistics. Photography. Field Hockey. Smoked Oysters.
Occupation: Administrative Assistant
Industry: Oil & Gas
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Member Since:
8/30/2006
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| Je m'installe ailleurs.Since most of my friends & family who bother to check this blog
from time to time DON'T have xanga accounts and can't comment, I'm
moving. You can find me here (you'll also find tip #2 of the day... oo, the intrigue...).
See ya around! Hopefully one day I'll figure the new blog out enough to
make it look interested. Don't get your hopes up too high though.
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| Tip of the dayWhen you get dressed in the morning, do up your fly. | | |
| SnapshotsI need to go to bed, and I want to go to bed, but shockingly enough, I know I won't fall asleep. So here are a few more 'snapshots' of my trip.
GTing and saucering on Bow Mountain behind the truck. To the point of my face falling off from all the snow spraying in my face. I guess that's from my own feet though... Brooke GTing through the ditch and limping the whole rest of the evening. The hot chocolate afterwards that kept me awake until I took some gravol at 4 am.
Taking Carmen to church all by my lonesome little self. She's so cute...
The Gecko Tree with Shelby, and the dude who asked her if she knew where to buy drugs in town. But mm those smoothies were good. See, Brooke, there ARE fruit smoothies in the Cariboo.
Boston Pizza with Elise. Who didn't think she could get any 'spirits' in her hot chocolate cuz she was hanging out with me... who got the bellini... ahem.
Becky throwing a snowball into the living room that hit me smack dab in the face and soaked Brooke's lumpy couch. And my ice cream. How rude. =)
Daryl saying I could visit anytime, just cuz I poop-scooped the yard. Lisa giving me a card with a pair of boo-bees on it. And renting a movie that everyone else had seen except me and her, oh yeah. Except we were the only ones who apparently like to watch a movie without talking all through it... heh heh...
Carmen trying to imitate me when I was lying on the floor watching her.
"Apple? Apple? Apple? Apple? Apple juice? Apple juice? Ewies? Ewies? Hello! Hi Lolly!"
What on earth was Deborah doing in Williams Lake? Weird.
OK. More later. =) | | |
| I blame my silence on the lack of warm temperatureIt's true. I can think of no other explanation. Well, maybe I can. But nevermind that. So. Uh... oh. My trip. Let me just say that Williams Lake, despite the exhausting 2-yr-old, was great. And the 2-yr-old was super cute in the midst of her exhausting nature! =) See what I mean?: 
Here she is attacking us all with the oven mitts: 
But of course, this trip wasn't all about her anymore. Nopers nope, now there's another cutie to boast about! =) 
Don't worry. His feet aren't that big. It's the slippers. Honest. Here he is with his favourite (at least, that's what I understood him to be saying...) aunt: 
Sigh. I already can't wait to see them both at Christmas... I'm trying to keep this short. Cuz I don't have much time and you, I'm sure, don't want to spend an hour reading this silly entry. Ope, nevermind, gotta go. I'll post about Vancouver later. I promise. | | |
| Lessons learned while babysitting1. If your niece is climbing behind you on your chair, she might grab your hair when she starts to fall, and that may be an unpleasant sensation.
2. Equally unpleasant is the sensation that may occur if she decides (while combing your hair with a pencil) to start stabbing your head with the pencil instead.
3. If you're sitting on the floor, a 2-yr-old will likely view you as a toy that's meant to be climbed all over.
4. There's nothing like getting a kiss and a hug from a 2-yr-old to fill your heart with warm fuzzies.
5. Infants work as great electric blankets when you're sittin' on the couch.
She's so cute. And so is Micah. | | |
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