Well, I forgot all about posting something yesterday. It’s not like I had anything really exciting to talk about anyways, so it totally slipped my mind. Today I have more interesting stuff to write down, but first, I have to talk about something I was meaning to talk about yesterday. It’s a great idea that I just came up with, although it’s a little late. It’s in honour of my 300th post, and even though this entry is my 303rd, I figure it couldn’t hurt. What is it I have to talk about? Well, it’s a contest! Why? Well, why not?
Basically, it goes like this. Somewhere in amongst the pages of this blog, I have hidden this phrase: “(If you’re reading this, you win!)” It’s written exactly like that, and no, the one in this paragraph doesn’t count. Now, because there’s about nine months’ worth of almost-daily posts, I’m going to make it a bit easier for you all. It’s hidden within the past five months (not including August, so that’s March-July). To your right is the list of archives by month, so if you like, you can get started right now!
But for those of you who don’t just do stupid, needless searching without a reward, let me tell you a bit about that. The winner of this contest (meaning the first person to come back to this entry and post a comment saying that they’ve found it, and where they found it – the URL of it,…Continue Reading
I’m sitting in front of the computer here trying to think about how to start today’s entry. My mind’s drawing a blank as to how to begin – and I suppose it doesn’t help that I’m listening to one of my favourite songs, Paperthin Hymn by Anberlin. I’m slowly starting to become addicted to Anberlin, Dead Poetic, and a bit of Emery. Anyways, now that I’ve made a horrible introduction, I might as well just end this pointless paragraph and get right into describing last night and this morning.
Last night was fun. Mr. G took all three graduates out for dinner, as he does every year. We headed up to Elmira or St. Jacobs or something, and stopped in at Crossroads Restaurant. After about a half hour wait, we got in. I must say, it was worth the wait. We had the buffet, and it was amazing. There were sausages and sauerkraut, chicken, mashed potatoes, steamed baby carrots, various salads, a vegetable and rice stirfry, plus so much else. It was awesome – the food was delicious. I had about two-and-a-half platefuls, plus dessert on top of that. The desserts there were amazing as well – they had a whole bunch of various pies and cakes, as well as ice cream and apple dumplings and such. I had this pumpkin pie with whip cream on top, and it was delicious. Not just delicious – delicious. So anyways, we had a good time eating and talking there, and then after…Continue Reading
I’m sure none of you would be able to live another day without hearing the dramatic recapturing of last night’s trip to Port Dover. It would be like living the rest of your life without seeing the sunlight, like traveling a thousand miles only to find out that what you’re looking for isn’t there. These similes really have no point of comparison, but I decided to put them in anyways, to make this paragraph seem more poignant (I would tell you to look “poignant” up if you didn’t know what it meant, but I suppose since it could mean either “physically painful” or “profoundly moving,” I should explain that the second definition fits best in this situation).
It all started with me getting directions to Port Dover. I looked it up on Google Maps (because that thing rocks MapQuest like nothing else) and then wrote it down on a piece of paper, since I’d never remember it otherwise. I had told Angelie and Jordan what time I would pick them up at, and then Steph called from Melissa’s house and said that she (Melissa, not Steph, since she was on the phone with me) had just gotten into the shower and wouldn’t be ready for about half an hour. So I told Angelie the new time that I’d pick them up, and muttered something under my breath about stupid people taking a long time to just get ready.
I drove over and picked up Angelie and Jordan, then headed back…Continue Reading