Sometimes A Year Passes So Quickly

Brittany Fehr
April 29 1985 - February 27 2005

They called her "Mother Teresa in dreadlocks."

Beautiful, loving, caring, compassionate, faithful, prayerful, fun.

She transformed the lives of others in her life and in her death.

I miss you, Britt.

Sometimes I Hate Technology

My sister just brought over her old cell phone for me and/or my mom. Apparently we're going to share it as a pay as you go...which means that I'm going to be forced to carry it around so my mom can find me.

I hate cell phones so much! I so do not want this phone. Safety safety blah blah blah...if people lasted for so long without cell phones, I don't see why they're so necessary now. Sigh...well at least I still have the ability to turn it off when I want to. Stupid cell phones. Stupid technology.

Sometimes Cold Is Fun

This weekend I went camping with Lizzy, Joel, Dillon, and John. We drove 45 minutes to Shawnigan Lake, then an hour down an icy logging road to the first frozen lake I have ever seen!



It wasn't frozen enough to stand on, but it was frozen enough to enjoy. We spent many an hour with the HMS Wheelie, tossing him in and trying to get him back to shore. It's amazing how we can entertain ourselves in the wilderness.

Here's the boys with Wheelie. I think this was when they were actually trying to sink her before we left. Despite the freezing cold weather and the falling snow, the trip was a blast and I'm so glad I went. You will never be able to convince me that winter camping is a bad thing. NEVER!

Sometimes I'm So Silly

A word to the wise:

Do not get dressed for winter camping and then walk to Tim Horton's for breakfast. You will be too hot and they will not have any croissants.

Sometimes I'm Too Fearful

Lately I've been overcome with an irrational fear of someone I love dying. Sometimes the fear is completely suffocating and I actually manage to convince myself that someone is dead and I just don't know yet. You'd think I'd be able to talk myself out of this, but there's one thing nagging at the back of my mind:

The last time I felt this fear was a year ago. Then, on February 27th 2005, beautiful Brittany Fehr, along with her brother Jordan and his fiancee Jamie, died in a car accident outside of Winnipeg. I miss Britt. I'm still sad that she never made it to China, I still wonder where she'd be now if she was still around and I still wish I could have said goodbye.

I don't think I'm ready to deal with this again. I really hope I won't have to, but I just can't rid myself of this fear.

Sometimes I'm So Good It's Scary

Procrastination: A Breakdown

Since returning home from school at 2pm today I have accomplished the following:

1) a one hour nap
2) quality time with mom, spent cheering on our Olympic athletes
3) four loads of laundry
4) learned to hand-wash clothes
5) listened to my mom's stories of the "old days" (when all clothes were hand-washed)
6) made tomorrow's lunch
7) made plans with my "roomie" for Starbucks at 7:30am
8) blogged twice
9) lost a game of tic tac toe
10) won a game of tic tac toe
11) wondered why it's called tic tac toe
12) did some math homework (and I never do math homework)
13) read approximately 27 words from my textbook and about another twelve or so from my notes

I am the best procrastinator ever!

Next up: cleaning the bathroom.

Sometimes I Don't Wanna

I have a midterm tomorrow. I don't wanna study. So far so good. We'll see what I have to say about that tomorrow afternoon! But hey, it's only one class. Who needs to pass them all anyway?

Also, I am SO HAPPY about the sunshine as of late! Hoorah for lots of walking, square-balling and sidewalk-chalking! (Did I mention I was with the kids in Vancouver this weekend?)

Someday I'm going to have to think of something more witty/interesting to write on here. Sorry 'bout that.

Sometimes the Paper is so Insightful

A quote from the National Post today:

"Different is different for different people."

Brilliant, no?

Sometimes I'm Sick.

It's the weekend. So of course I am sick. So much for getting things done this weekend.

I want to die.

Instead, I will sleep.