I love this picture. It's of Scott coming down the road from next door. Some of the nicest picture opportunities were right in front of the camp. It looks like it should be in some tourist magazine.
What a great weekend at the camp. Managed to get some much needed alone time (the joys of snow and conflicting schedules) but also managed to have a ton of fun. Pillowcases rock!!
This next picture's still on the road in front of the camps.
I got in about midnight on friday. Good thing, it was way too cold for a search party. I drove by the road and as I was driving by it I was thinking that sure did look like it. It wasn't 'til the bridge that I knew it was so. My fingers were instantly numb once I stepped out. Future note to self, get dressed before you drive out and you won't have to dig your ski pants and boots out of the trunk, already ice cold and then have to put them on in -40 weather (with wind chill). The joys of Atlantic Canada in the winter. Only made worse when you're a woman with the aforementioned clothes on having to take a pee in the snowbank.
The next day, Liss wasn't feeling too well so Darcy, Mitch, Scott and I went in search of wood. Darcy's new wood sleigh makes for great mushing fun until it jack-knives. Ya wanna be quick to land on your feet, I'll tell ya. It was beautiful out (even though cold) and as the title says, the trees shone like diamonds. The freezing rain our area got, obviously it didn't warm up enough to melt off back there. The ice was over an inch thick on the trees in most places. The new radios gave great reception and we were out almost to the lake the last time we harassed Liss with the, "Can you hear me now," nonsense.
Kevin and Jamie were in the hood. Friday Kevin came over and it seems I was his interpreter for the evening. Maybe it was my state but he was making perfect sense but apparently only to me. With such comments as, "I'm so wild, I'll take off and I'll be gone,"-Kevin only I could figure it out. Not exactly sure what the heck he was trying to say now, but hey...! Jamie finally made an appearance saturday evening but after cracking my first drink somewhere between 1 and 2pm., it's a little blurry. We did manage to make breakfast at 10pm. that evening though which pretty much put everyone to bed. That was ok, after the night before, or shall we just simply say, "Way too friggin' late?"
Many stupid things were said through the night, we were in grand form. Either we were in no shape to be talking and making sense or just the usual camp giddiness, who knows. Whatever the case may be, I managed to make a few notes throughout the weekend. Just wrote them over to the cigarette pack, actually.
Must remember to get Scott to bring his constellation book the next time we go back 'cause there seems to be a discrepancy about the constellation, "The Little Dipple."-Darcy. That of course, being one of the problems, trying to break it to Darcy that that's not what it's called, heehee. I also wish I was a betting woman 'cause until someone can show me which one the Little Dipple (it just gets funnier every time I say it) is, I know it's the one I pointed out and that's why nobody can show me which one it really is.
Alright, everybody keep their eyes peeled on their inboxes as the pictures should be there. I'm off to Google the Little Dipple...
I thought it would be cool to try to capture one of people's worst fears, pardon my darkness. Don't worry, I checked the gun myself before taking the pictures. I really like the DOF on this one and ya gotta love the subject, hehee.
Geez, I'm now offcially to the point that we have to have silence when the friggin' funeral announcements come on. After they're done, the phone immediately rings, Mom's sister Joyce calls up, apparently they know someone. Please, if anyone knows, tell me why CFAN (excuse me... The River) had to go with an FM band? As if it's not bad enough with anyone who wanders in to our sleepy community having to listen to it, now we have to expand our range? Gotta love the Miramichi. Thankfully I got my 20GB MP3 with FM transmitter so I don't have to listen to that nonsense, particularly since it was the only station you could get while driving through the valley where Moncton's stations don't even dare to tread.
I wrote another test yesterday. This one I got 100% on it and it was the hardest one we'll have to face. Not bad for a girl who fell asleep while studying it, eh? I normally don't need to study. If it interests me, I retain it, store it in a file to be retrieved as needed. Nope, this stuff doesn't even make sense and this is where the bitching about the acronyms (and lack thereof) comes into play. For example, an Equifax Credit Report, when we code our calls we have to enter it as CPO. Heaven forbid it be a nice little acronym like ECR... nope, that'd be too easy, right?
I've also come to the conclusion that my training class is officially demented. I love it! They really are vultures just like us and when we say stupid things, the rest of us pounce on it and beat it into the ground and wait for the next one to screw up. You guys'd love 'em. For example, we were talking about people making inquiries on your credit report. Well, Trente has gone down in MyDyslexicFriends history. We have hard and soft inquiries. With such a comment as, "Sard and Hoft,"-Trente, really, how could I pass that one up?
Apparently we're going out wednesday night to Dooly's. I can't remember the last time I darkened their doors. I must say, I'm a little reluctant after the stabbing there a couple of weeks back but hey, we're harmless as long as we keep our pouncing, vulture ways to our own kind. It should be interesting 'cause we got our trainer going and Jackie, who's in her mid forties and we thought there was no way we'd be able to convince her, coming as well. Ya gotta watch those quiet ones... heehee!
Also Corey is known for streaking down University Ave. and standing on top of his car chucking beer bottles in front of the Opera House. His claim to fame is being searched by the cute female cop on the 'Chi's force and seeing the inside walls of the drunk tank 5 times. Guess that means we have our entertainment portion of the evening. Shouldn't be too costly of an outing, free pool and cheap drinks at Dooly's and it's lady's night at the Opera. The most costly part will likely be the cab home... or chipping in on Corey's bail. Whichever comes first.
One more sleep and we're off to the camp again this weekend. I just e-mailed Scott who's going to gather my grub and booze for me. That'll make life alot easier since I'm not going to be arriving at mile marker 201 'til about midnight. At least we're done at 11pm. friday instead of the usual 12am. Hopefully the Plaster Rock highway's decent... friggin' thing's treacherous on the nicest of days in the summer. I'll have to be sure to get more blackmail pictures to share with y'all this weekend.
Hopefully I'll be able to find it no problem. This is my first trip back alone since the new camp road and the new overpass in Renous. For anyone who really knows me knows I'd get lost in a wet paper bag. I might need a search party. That should be interesting since if you read a few blogs back, we tend to get totally inebriated on friday nights. I know we said we learned our lesson but this is the first weekend back since we admitted to having learned that lesson, I have a feeling it won't be on anyone's minds as they're slamming back beer, Aaron's pink drinks and paralyzers, waiting to come out and get me on the bikes. Ah well, admitting's the first step towards recovery.
Unless anything terribly exciting happens between now and tomorrow (this is the Miramichi, not too bloody likely) this will be my last entry 'til monday and we're back from the camp.
Oh, the car's now officially signed over in my name now too. Wahooo, I'm in debt again. At least this time, it's being done sensibly. Equifax would be proud.
*EDIT* If I see the, "This page cannot be displayed," one more time when trying to add my pictures, I'm gonna go postal. Once again, I'll have to try back later although the later doesn't even seem to be helping. Just might be time to search out a new blog spot, this one has too many bugs that continually piss me off. And not even a cut/copy/paste option to be found. Double Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr....
*EDIT AGAIN* finally worked.
I went to see Lucienne last night. Great laughs were had by all, it was fabulous. I was a little disappointed that it wasn't just him doing a stand-up routine but you can't knock the ensemble he had with him. They certainly did their Miramichi homework, I'll tell ya. Lots of songs dedicated to UPM, Tanker Malley and our wonderful Liberal MLA, Charlie Hubbard. They also took into account that everyone (except me, wasn't home yet) went to the Stones concert and the majority of their songs were parodies of Rolling Stones songs. Bravo and well done. I left my camera home (thinking we weren't allowed) and it turns out, I could have taken pics, doh! I'll have to dig through my hardrive and see what I can come up with. It really sucks that I can't put a pic up with the post, I have to wait to do it in the edit.
Apparently I'm now getting flak from Liss and Darc about MyDyslexicFriends not having enough about their dyslexic ways. Can you believe it? I'm not doing enough making fun of them, I love it. This is one of the many reasons ya gotta love my gang. Guess I'll have to start making more notes particularly since my original copy's still missing (although I haven't really looked for it yet) but Liss, I'll tell ya, the harassment's not really, "Helpening," - Liss me increase my search. Heeehee, you asked for that one baby. May have to include more blackmail pics though. That's ok, that'll be my focus this weekend back at the camp. Be warned, there'll be enough of them to be found... I just haven't tried yet. Muwahahahaa!
I went back to Kelly's this weekend to have a sit and say and cut hers and Cathy's hair. Some interesting job opportunities have been in the works the last couple of months and it seems like the ball is now officially rolling. Can't say too much right now but let's put it this way, it's gonna look some good on my resume. I'll keep y'all (sorry for the Southern slip of the euphamism there) posted as it evolves and as I can talk about it more.
In the meantime though, there were lots of drinks being had. Kelly was originally going to be the DD but I knew better. The chocolatinis took their toll and Kelly became officially inebriated, with Cathy not too far behind. I knew I stayed sober for a reason, made that much easier by a bad dizzy spell in the middle of it. Dag nab it, just when you think it's safe to sit back and enjoy life, another dizzy spell comes along. Ah well, one every couple of weeks is nowhere near as bad as the six weeks I had to live with it on a daily basis.
That's about it for now. Gonna go get ready 'cause I'm starting the ball rolling of transferring the car to my name. First stop, the bank to get one of those slips for direct deposit/withdrawls and then off to Tozer/Jones Insurance. Hmm, I wonder if Liss went in today, she wasn't feeling too good last night. Hopefully I left her contagion back at their house of quarantine.
Hope your hat's fitting better Darcy (or should I say Kramer) after the haircut. More later...
This picture was taken on Tyrell's Point (by yours truly) of a sunset (obviously) this past fall. So much beauty around us, we just need to stop and appreciate it.
As you may have already gathered, we wrote our test yesterday for work and I got 96%= one wrong. Man, I rock. Actually, there's 3 in our class of 9 (well, 8 now 'cause one clocked out and left last night) that are doing really well. It's the Rain Man abilities in me, she tells it once and I remember it. Except for those blasted codes for the products. For example, if you sell them a, "3-in-1 Credit Report," the code to be entered in our sale is, "TRI," or something like that. I don't know why the hell they can't just make it an acronym like, "TIOCR." Ah well, guess I just may have to actually study those, heehee! Old habits of a non-studier die hard. Cripes, best get used to it if the plan is to become a Psychologist down the road. Ah well, guess we can't all be, "Albersteins." (Albert Einstein, get it?) - ColleenTwo nights ago, I got word we could wear hockey jerseys today (casual day and $1 going towards the social committee) and I got way too excited. They're doing it to show support for the Pond Hockey tournament this weekend at French Fort Cove. I actually have an excuse to wear my Provincial Team Ringette Jersey. I can't remember the last time I had it on. Took me about an hour to find it too. It was buried under our team's splash suits, which conveniently (inserst sarcasm here) was the first and last place I looked. Don't let that fool you though, there were many other searches in between. I just didn't see it the first time I looked 'cause it was zipped up under the jacket. Man, those splash pants are just as ugly now as they were then. I think I'll wear the team jacket but the pants can stay the hell home.
I was telling my class last night about going to see Lucienne. It's such a small world. It turns out that Aaran (my trainer) is Lucienne's neice. I never even thought, she's from Dalhousie too and it's not like it's a real huge community. She said he's just as crazy when trying to carry on a normal conversation. So I guess that answers my question as to whether that's just his persona, he really is an Acadien frenchman.
Also, one of the girls in my class, Sarah, is a huge ghost buff too. I was browsing through http://www.ghoststudy.com (check it out, best paranormal site on the web) and she saw it over my shoulder and from there, the stories started. She's experience lots (me too, I'm a friggin' magnet) and would be interested in getting a Paranormal Research/Investigator's team together with me. It's something that's also on the back burner right now but the existence is there, it's the evidence that's lacking. I'm just tired of those in the paranormal community trying to dupe us all. I want to do it the right way and this is the only way to do it. Apparently there's a hotel room at the Wharf Inn that's haunted (she used to work there, must ask Liss, she used to too) so that would be one place to start. She also knows and can have entry to a PR (private residence) in Wayerton that's really active, in the house and on the grounds. I also have full access to another PR that's extremely active. Might be time to start getting history's. Heehee, I could also try to get Liss & Darcy up for one. Just ask Darcy's neice Ashley if their house is haunted. Actually, not much has been happening there the last couple of years. I'd hate to stir it all up on them again.
Anybody interested in checking out my stories, pictures and false positive collection (for rule-out) can follow this link... http://groups.msn.com/RedrumsPictures Also, if anybody's interested in helping fund the future PRT ("Paranormal Research Team," our name, say it out quick and it sounds like Purty or Pretty, my idea, thanks, see, acronyms can make sense) can follow the ghoststudy link and buy us some equipment, the stuff's ridiculously expensive. First on my wish list, an EMF meter...! Hey, can't blame a girl for trying, can you? My birthday's on April 1st if you'd rather have an occasion... lol.
Alright, must stop babbling and get ready. Got some calls to make and due to hitting too many stores in search of my belt clip, didn't get to talk to Jenni. Wonder what went down? I'm actually done an hour earlier tonight. Not really sure why and don't particularly care, for that matter. What matters is 11pm. instead of 12am.
In the meantime folks, keeping with today's hockey theme, "Keep your stick on the ice." - Red Green.
Heeheehee Dean...
Life with Equifax seems to be going ok so far, we have a test today to see if the knowledge has actually stuck. Our trainer Aaran is awesome and my class of trainees are a hoot. All we do is laugh all class. It seems that the training's working though. There's alot to be learned, I was quite surprised. I guess when you're dealing with people's credit ratings, there's more to it than meets the eye. It certainly explains the high security and having to sign my life away on the first day.
Ya know, sometimes I have to shake my head and wonder why I still live with my parents but when you look out the hall and see Mom strutting down the hall, testing the decorative twigs that she stuck in one of her arrangements, it all makes sense. They look lovely Mom but Geez, they're kinda hard to walk by without tearing them apart. Apparently the adjustment made is better, none of us have hit them since. It only took a month of bitching about them from all parties to get the problem rectified.
Speaking of parents, we decided yesterday to go see "Lucienne." I had never heard of the man 'til I got back home and he was on, "The Comedy Network." If you've never heard of this guy, a ticket of $20 from Centennial Foods will be money well spent. He's coming to the JMH theatre on sunday and I can't wait! He's from Dalhousie but his persona is an Acadien Frenchman. OMG he's funny and if he isn't Acadien, he sure has it nailed. It's almost like watching an episode of Acadieman but much, much better. I'm truly looking forward to LMAO on sunday @ 7pm. "Oh Bain, oh bain, oh bain," I just can't wait. We'll likely be going with, "Two or three chunks of people." - Darcy.I have to say though, as excited as I am about Lucienne, I'm so jealous of Matt getting to go see the Blue Man Group. Oh Matt, it's so amazing. It's just such a rush and it's amazing the music they can make just by beating on a bunch of garbage cans and stuff you'd normally throw away in them. Man that's got to get hot up there with those latex costumes they wear.
Ok, I can honestly say, I'm truly amazed by how addicting this blog crap is. Either that or with my new schedule (the temporary night shift) has given me way too much time on my hands. I don't see my add a picture icon. Hmmm, mebbe it'll be there when I try to edit it. So much for displaying my photography if I can't even find the bloody icon... grrrr!
I don't know if you noticed the new pic in my profile but that's the guy we named, "Billy Bob." He came about one camp trip in november (I think, could check the EXIF data if I was really concerned). It was a desperate weekend of trying to find dry wood on saturday. We really need to start carrying more oil and Cumbustible De Camping with us, me thinks. Billy Bob was originally a 3' diameter hollow tree that Aaron, Darcy and Rene hunted, gathered and hacked up with a chainsaw. He was making a great chimney but it got better once Darcy started up the chainsaw and made a face. I really like this picture.
Oh, speaking of pictures, Matt, I was reading through your archives and noticed your comments about your first pictures with your new digicam. They were pictures of your house/lights and you were playing with the modes on the dial and you said you weren't sure which one it was... 'emember? Judging by your picture, it was, "night mode." Night mode sucks 'cause it leaves your shutter open longer to adjust for the low light conditions and this way it allows in more light. If you're ever going to take pictures at night or in night mode, be sure to use a tripod. That's one of the huge drawbacks of today's instant cameras... they over-compensate.
Alright, now that you've all learned something that you never really wanted to know about photography and a glimpse in to my world, time for a shower. Gotta go find one of those extendable beltloop things for my security card because the neck strap thing's a pain in the ass and has got to go. Darn, guess I'm going to have to go to Staples, any electronic junkies dream store.
Then I'm off to see Jenni at MLHL 'cause it seems that something has gone down and I MUST get the scoop on it.
Now, where'd that picture icon go...
*EDIT* There we go. Apparently I can only add small pictures. Likely because I haven't compressed them at all but you all know the drill, wanna see full-size, just click on the picture anyways.
I was going to put something artistic but this picture really needs to be shared with the world. This is of my friend Dean (of the, "Sporks and Foons," claim) who's now living in Korea. Him and Darcy were having their daily gab session on the webcam. I wanted to capture the moment and told Dean I was going to take their picture. He decided to pose... heehee. With how bad the streaming is between here and Korea, I can't believe it turned out that clear. Apparently we timed the pic pretty good. Check out that expression.
I'll try to get some artistic pictures on here but sometimes the blackmail pictures just might prevail. Sorry Dean but it is too funny.
