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Friday, May 16, 2014
Here's a link to our page at International Team's web page....
I'll write more about the Advisory Committee soon! Thanks everyone!
Wednesday, March 19, 2014
Thursday, November 3, 2011
This post is one of those, "This is my blog and I can write what I want..." posts. It really has nothing to do with anything.
And on that note...
It is a very rare night when I remember dreaming anything. I'm sure I do dream...I think everyone does. But when I wake up in the morning, ninety nine percent of the time there's not even a whiff of what happened in my head during the night.
Which is what makes Tuesday night's dream stand out. It was one of those crystal clear, I remember every moment, kind of dreams. It was fairly long, as dreams go...and every detail was stuck in my head the next morning.
The dream was about me, my mom and my two younger brother, living in a small apartment. My brothers and I were much younger (my youngest brother was still in diapers). My mom was raising us as a single mom. As in most after-school specials, there was no mention of where dad was.
Mom had that tired, slightly angry at life attitude that most single moms in after-school specials have. She'd come home kind of grumpy every evening after work and cook us supper. As the oldest, I was in charge of the two younger ones and had to help get them ready for bed after we ate. Of course I could never quite do it right, and mom, in her weary of life state, was always frustrated with us.
As a side note, it really was my mom in the dream. She looked exactly like she did in a old picture we have of her from the sixties...young, pretty...big poofy hair.
Anyhow, one day through a serious of events while mom was at work, we managed to put a hole in one of her favourite towels and wreck the kitchen blinds. I have to admit I'm not totally clear on how we wrecked the blinds, but there was a lot of detail in the dream about that towel.
We tried to fix everything, and failing that...hide the damage. That part of the dream was probably based on reality. I seem to remember an episode in my childhood of my brothers and I playing baseball in the living room one afternoon after school, when my parents were away. My brother hit an excellent line drive and put the ball right through the glass shade of one of my mom's favourite lamps. It left a perfectly circular hole. So my brother just turned the lamp so the hole was facing the back and hoped for the best. He was a middle child and not that bright. Needless to say it didn't work for very long...mom and dad found out and we were roundly punished
Maybe that story was in the back of my head in this dream, because when mom got home we (well...me) confessed to what we had done, rather than try to lie about it. Our honesty broke through mom's hardened exterior and she was touched by our confession. She cried...we cried...and we all had a big, group hug. Then mom, with her three sons by her side, proceeded to fix the blind using the ingenuity that every after-school special mom has.
It was all very touching and sweet. Like I said...it played out just like every after-school TV special ever.
Well...except maybe for the part about the cartoon alien who seemed to be living on our dining room floor. He was there the whole time...we just didn't pay him much attention. He had a big head and really stretchy skin and didn't say much. He had a little card that he'd pull out every once in awhile that said, "Instructions. If you feel uncomfortable wait for an opportunity to speak with the humans."
After the moving and heart-felt moment with the towel and kitchen blind, mom and I were sitting at the table talking while my two little brothers and the alien slept on the floor by our feet. My mom reached out with her foot and slid my little, sleeping brother across the floor until his diaper was up against the alien's face. When the alien woke up he quickly got out his card and sat quietly, waiting for an opportunity to talk to my little brother.
And that's when I woke up.
You know...after all the many, many profound dreams I'm sure I've had that I can't remember...this is the one that super-glued to my brain. Why is that?
That was, by the way, a rhetorical question. No need to respond....
I'm sure tomorrow there will be something here that has something to do with...well, something.
And on that note...
It is a very rare night when I remember dreaming anything. I'm sure I do dream...I think everyone does. But when I wake up in the morning, ninety nine percent of the time there's not even a whiff of what happened in my head during the night.
Which is what makes Tuesday night's dream stand out. It was one of those crystal clear, I remember every moment, kind of dreams. It was fairly long, as dreams go...and every detail was stuck in my head the next morning.
The dream was about me, my mom and my two younger brother, living in a small apartment. My brothers and I were much younger (my youngest brother was still in diapers). My mom was raising us as a single mom. As in most after-school specials, there was no mention of where dad was.
Mom had that tired, slightly angry at life attitude that most single moms in after-school specials have. She'd come home kind of grumpy every evening after work and cook us supper. As the oldest, I was in charge of the two younger ones and had to help get them ready for bed after we ate. Of course I could never quite do it right, and mom, in her weary of life state, was always frustrated with us.
As a side note, it really was my mom in the dream. She looked exactly like she did in a old picture we have of her from the sixties...young, pretty...big poofy hair.
Anyhow, one day through a serious of events while mom was at work, we managed to put a hole in one of her favourite towels and wreck the kitchen blinds. I have to admit I'm not totally clear on how we wrecked the blinds, but there was a lot of detail in the dream about that towel.
We tried to fix everything, and failing that...hide the damage. That part of the dream was probably based on reality. I seem to remember an episode in my childhood of my brothers and I playing baseball in the living room one afternoon after school, when my parents were away. My brother hit an excellent line drive and put the ball right through the glass shade of one of my mom's favourite lamps. It left a perfectly circular hole. So my brother just turned the lamp so the hole was facing the back and hoped for the best. He was a middle child and not that bright. Needless to say it didn't work for very long...mom and dad found out and we were roundly punished
Maybe that story was in the back of my head in this dream, because when mom got home we (well...me) confessed to what we had done, rather than try to lie about it. Our honesty broke through mom's hardened exterior and she was touched by our confession. She cried...we cried...and we all had a big, group hug. Then mom, with her three sons by her side, proceeded to fix the blind using the ingenuity that every after-school special mom has.
It was all very touching and sweet. Like I said...it played out just like every after-school TV special ever.
Well...except maybe for the part about the cartoon alien who seemed to be living on our dining room floor. He was there the whole time...we just didn't pay him much attention. He had a big head and really stretchy skin and didn't say much. He had a little card that he'd pull out every once in awhile that said, "Instructions. If you feel uncomfortable wait for an opportunity to speak with the humans."
After the moving and heart-felt moment with the towel and kitchen blind, mom and I were sitting at the table talking while my two little brothers and the alien slept on the floor by our feet. My mom reached out with her foot and slid my little, sleeping brother across the floor until his diaper was up against the alien's face. When the alien woke up he quickly got out his card and sat quietly, waiting for an opportunity to talk to my little brother.
And that's when I woke up.
You know...after all the many, many profound dreams I'm sure I've had that I can't remember...this is the one that super-glued to my brain. Why is that?
That was, by the way, a rhetorical question. No need to respond....
I'm sure tomorrow there will be something here that has something to do with...well, something.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
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This really has nothing to do with anything, but it made me laugh. So I figured I'd share it. I was walking through the toy section of our local grocery store (it's our version of Superstor) today, and I noticed a big display of boxes of castles/knights/catapults...that sort of thing. At first glance I thought it was an "Age of Empires" toy display (all the lettering was the same), but then realized it was a knock-off. I was clued in by the "Empire Ages" title on the box. Knock-off's aren't really that unusual here, or normally worth commenting on (although the "Eagle American" t-shirt I saw the other day made me smile...see guys, word order is actually important). Anyhow, what was funnier about this was the caption below the title (in English)...
"A Kind of Exciting Game!"
Wow, guys...seriously, way to aim high and build expectations! "It's not the greatest game out there, but...you know...it's kind of exciting..."
Anyhow...that's all. You can go back to your lives now...
This really has nothing to do with anything, but it made me laugh. So I figured I'd share it. I was walking through the toy section of our local grocery store (it's our version of Superstor) today, and I noticed a big display of boxes of castles/knights/catapults...that sort of thing. At first glance I thought it was an "Age of Empires" toy display (all the lettering was the same), but then realized it was a knock-off. I was clued in by the "Empire Ages" title on the box. Knock-off's aren't really that unusual here, or normally worth commenting on (although the "Eagle American" t-shirt I saw the other day made me smile...see guys, word order is actually important). Anyhow, what was funnier about this was the caption below the title (in English)...
"A Kind of Exciting Game!"
Wow, guys...seriously, way to aim high and build expectations! "It's not the greatest game out there, but...you know...it's kind of exciting..."
Anyhow...that's all. You can go back to your lives now...
Saturday, January 23, 2010
...
“In the darkness something was happening at last. A voice had begun to sing. It was very far away and Digory found it hard to decide from what direction is was coming. Sometimes it seemed to come from all directions at once. Sometimes he almost thought it was coming out of the earth beneath them. Its lower notes were deep enough to be the voice of the earth herself. There were no words. There was hardly even a tune. But it was, beyond comparison, the most beautiful noise he had ever heard. It was so beautiful he could hardly bear it.”
~ C.S. Lewis
I really like this. It's from "The Magician’s Nephew".
It was good for me to think on it today. So I thought I'd share it.
~ C.S. Lewis
I really like this. It's from "The Magician’s Nephew".
It was good for me to think on it today. So I thought I'd share it.
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