Monday, Jul. 25, 2005 - 2:55 a.m.
Cost of the War in Iraq
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Mwahaha! Am I supposed to be working? Of course I am!! But what am I working on? A kids' novel set in Saskatchewan, so of course I am googling Saskatchewan.
And of course it is the 100th anniversary of Saskatchewan becoming a Canadian province this year. My mom flew out yesterday for several weeks of visiting, and my Dad should be there as well. Different town celebrations thank god! heh.
Well, I could buy a classy girly hoody (they say "bunny hug" for those in Saskatchewan. Well, WE who lived in Saskatchewan called them "kangaroos"... note the description of the product says "kangaroo pockets"... so why the hell call it a bunny hug???)
The other choice I am thinking of is the red and white baseball shirt. Which do you prefer? Let me know!
And here is the town where my family reunion was last year (which I decided to attend over the more general town reunion this year, since I didn't live in the town, just my family (aunts, uncles, cousins, grandma) did).
Just to get a good idea of why I felt that Montreal was a bit claustrophobic with a "mountain" and tall buildings everywhere... this is what the "business" buildings look like in Colonsay, where my Dad grew up (said family reunion town). Scroll down to see the large post office. Here's the town office!!
Here is the community hall, where I danced my heart out both at the age of 13 with all my cousins, and last year with uncles and cousins. To the right side there, is where I had my first french kiss (grossed me out) about two weeks before my 14th birthday. In a car. With all the cousins and siblings out and about. It was with my cousins' cousin. Me and the guy had an aunt and uncle in common... his aunt had married my uncle. He was already 14, or maybe even 15!
Here is the swimming pool I swam in with my cousins when I was about ten. Yes it is still there and going strong!
As it is a large place, you can see by the services calendar that there is a child health center the 2nd Wed of every month from 10am-3pm, and a family doctor on Tuesdays from 9am to noon. eek! There are babysitting classes every second year!!! It's telling that the Take Off Pounds Sensibly group meets once a week, just as often as you can see a doctor! Lions club members can meet twice a week, but then again, you can golf everyday, or get highspeed internet. thank god!!
This is the town map. Please do not laugh. At least the town has over 50 people, which the town of St-Victor, which is what I was originally googling for my book, does not! (but St. Victor has petroglyphs!!)
Here's the village of Young where my mom came from. yeah, village, not town.Here's some pics. Really, if you lived there and made a webpage, wouldn't you take fewer winter pictures?? Turns out the current population is 299. I hope someone gives birth before the end of the month so they can at least say 300! Here's a picture of it in 1959, about the time my mom would have left for the big city of Saskatoon to go to nursing school!
OK, end of memory lane... Gotta get back to googling Willow Bunch!! See that VERY tall man with a top hat in sepia tones at the lower right of the image? That is le Geant Edouard Beaupré, and the book is a short fictional biography of him! hehe.
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Goodbye Michael. May your next life be kinder to you. - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
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