Cassidy Turnbull (grade 5) presented her uncle, Steve. She also showed photographs of monkeys and invited fairgoers to note the differences between her uncle and the monkeys. She tried to feed her uncle bananas, but he declined to eat them. Cassidy has conclusively shown that her uncle is no monkey.
What a hoot.
Silver Jet- The Tragically Hip
There's a still in the night
a tuneless moonlight
.....
there's an urge to go, a shadow
a heightened air of peril
your heart jumps too
and my heart jumps too
I think, to myself "I don't really know my heart"
and as you whisper 'me too'
a silver jet roars overhead
rocks the nocturne all everglade
and grey sheers
silver jet, so far off already
It has come to my attention that I have a diverse group of avid readers. So apparently I can't wallow in self supplication anymore, and my tiptoeing skills have to be uppped. I mean, what do you write when your grandma, your boyfriend, your best pal, your unrequited romance, and lots of random people in Cambridge are all reading the same thing?
i guess I just have to write about what's going on.
Okay.
Toys!!!!
Just in from Tama Jon's website....my 8-year-old dream come true. It makes me want to mooch quarters from my dad just like good old times. The bubble toy / gumball vending machines at Kmart look downright putzy in comparison.
Divide mixture among 6 ramekins or custard cups. Place in a water bath and bake until set around the edges, but still loose in the center, about 50 to 60 minutes. Remove from oven and leave in the water bath until cooled. Remove cups from water bath and chill for at least 2 hours, or up to 2 days. When ready to serve, sprinkle about 2 teaspoons of sugar over each custard. For best results, use a small, hand-held torch to melt sugar. If you don't have a torch, place under the broiler until sugar melts. Re-chill custards for a few minutes before serving.
Serves 6
HA! As if it's that simple! you should see what i can do...with blueberries! Flaming blueberries! Bwahahaha!
Oh, and just for Bryon, i found a recipe for MANGO creme brulee....
Amelie and the simple joy of the first cracking.
Jezebel
When i was sixteen i got caught kissing my highschool sweetheart by my locker after school. Someone called my mom to rat me out and told her i was slutting around (it was one kiss!?!), and i guess someone else prank called my house one night in a random act of delinquency. These circumstances lead my mother to freak out at me, declare that i was absolutely not allowed to have sex (EVER?), and unreasonably lecture me about my "terrible reputation". I went to school the next day pariah-style with my head hung low, paranoid that everyone thought i was a slut. I avoided my boyfriend for two weeks, and felt like crap.
After a lot of deep angsty thought and time hiding out in the art room, I remember telling Nick that i wasn't sure I believed love was about seeking out one perfect soulmate to be with forever. It's a lofty aspiration, but i didn't feel like love had to be about an end result like that. He told me that if i that's what i thought, then i must not be the person he thought i was. Which was disappointing for me, because i had hoped more than anything he would understand what i meant.
I really don't think i feel the same way about it that most people do. I've been in love a whole lot, and it is different every time. There is no lesser or greater version of love; i value the ongoing heartache that came with Sean leaving me after a grafitti-soaked summer together on equal ground as the seven-year unconditional devotion I still have for my first boyfriend. I fall in love with people really easily, but rather than believe that is a weakness or naivete, i think it is actually a statement of strength. And most of the time I'm the one who ends up lovelorn and broken-hearted. I always recover, and try to learn from it. And if rumor gets around of my wanton ways (apparently my friends think I'm a man-eater), then I just have to accept that i am not understood, and laugh about being called a raving jezebel. But i know that I give myself wholeheartedly every time to each experience, fully and fearlessly, because i think that life is about loving people the best that you can while they're with you. Every single one soothes my soul in some way; so how is it possible for me to only have one soulmate? I am not seeking perfection; and if that means rumor gets around and my mom gets pissed, then too bad. It's not my loss.
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