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Name: jess
Country: Canada
State: British Columbia
Metro: Vancouver
Birthday: 9/7/1981
Interests: travelling and dwelling in foreign countries. Jesus. knitting. photography. philosophy and theology and psychology. fiddle music. van morrison. cozy sweaters on rainy days. snow. understanding the soul and spirit of another individual. learning Russian. driving my v-dub. post&beam architecture. a little California town called Grass Valley. racing into the wind on Tilly, the Turquoise Avenger. rugby scrums. a stellar cup of espresso. treeplanters and living in the back of my pickup all summer. jazz cafes and blues bars.
Expertise: chasing bears
Occupation: Student
Industry: Art
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
Member Since:
8/30/2005
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| oh, if it were only that easy...The time has come for me to purge all of my old childhood things from my folk's place. Actually, the time has long gone, but given my ability to procrastinate.... At any rate, while sorting through various school papers, i came across these nuggets of wisdom: Guides to Success in German Class
Section VI: Class Deportment
1.Be respectful of teacher/students
2.Raise hand to speak
3.Don't leave once you've arrived
4.No writing on the desks
5.Don't use the bathroom all the time. That's all there is to it folks. be respectful. don't damage property. and uh, be sure not to get those 8-12 glasses of water every day. | | |
| oh my. Great expectations of much blogging this summer have veryobviously fallen victim to what i generally refer to as "bush campoblivion" - the total lack of attentiveness to anything associated withthe 'real world', including blogging.
Well, lack of writing ornot, here i am, back in the 'real world'. It is now almost midnight,and i'm now sitting in the luxury of a real bed, in a real house, far,far away from planting camp. My best friend is getting married thisweekend, and so i find myself in a total mind-bender of a whirlwindswitch from rather-scruffy to quite cleaned up (including a freshpedicure!). My folks did me the huge favor of driving out to camp justto drive me here/home/the Fraser Valley the next morning. It was funto give them a mini camp tour this morning. Since they had come out tocamp last year (for the first time ever), and happened to see the mostghetto camp setup i had ever had, they were duly impressed with theammenities in our Christian Valley camp....i believe my dad referred toit as 'rustic bahamas resort quality'. Not bad for planting camp!
Lastnight as i was chatting with my folks in my trailer, i told them aboutall the comments/stares i get when i shop in Kelowna. It is sofunny...Kelowna is such a preppy little city, and i guess that they'renot used to forestry-camp grocery orders like in towns such as WilliamsLake or Dawson Creek, or especially Prince George. Mostly, it's theelderly people that comment - the others just stare, as if i hadbananas growing out of my ears or something. Among some of my favoritecommens:
-from a little old lady, upon seeing my heaped Costco cart: "You need a man to push that!"
-from numerous little old ladies and gentlemen: "i wouldn't want to feed your family!"
...and my personal favorite dialogue -
Middle Aged Woman in Costco: "Wow. How many kids do you have?"
Me: "Twenty-five"
MAWC: blank stare
Me: "Naw, i cook for treeplanters. They're a hungry folk....this isjust one stop in my day, and they'll go through this in the next 5days."
MAWC: "Aahhh. Yeah, I know. I've got 3 teenagers. Two are in college"
Me: blank stare. "Oh, yeah.." Silently walk away to go pick up 24 more loaves of sandwich bread.
Ah yes, watch out Kelowna - here comes the one-woman shopping circus.
OK. Now, for sleep. Crossing my fingers for a good blogging session tomorrow, before the wedding.
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| i'd tell stories......
but 4am to 9pm work days have had their way with me. i'm going to sleep now. | | |
| Hi-ho, hi-ho, it's off to camp i go.......Goodbye to electricity, cell coverage, makeup, the Jetta and scooter, and sleeping in...   
Hello to generators, green spaces, dishwater hands, a diesel F350, and long days in a kitchen! | | |
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