Poet's Corner Challenge

Ok for all you lovely poets...such as myself of course...but not any actually talented ones (Amy forrest, Rachel Janzen, Leah Heide... because you have that deep soul...are all officially banned from entering), anyways...the rest of you will just have to suppress your deepness whilst I invite you to a contest. A poem writting contest...check in to see if you have won! There will be an actual prize...i will mail an item...not to be mentioned this early in the competition...to your personal residence the contest organizers expense (mine...). Plus on top of that, there is the sheer exposure of being published (or in this case rewritten on the post) of my blog...Please enter your poems as 'comments' only under the titled 'Poet's Corner Challenge' post please. Ok ...so mine is a little lame but...it gives you a very distant idea of what we're going for....HAVE FUN!

Smelly Sweaty Gym Socks
How I desire them back
And want to again reign supreme
From such a sport, hope i never lack
Time for, nor energy
I'd give my left socket from my knee
Well maybeeeeeeee
not. (but i really loved bethany soccer...) 

Peruvian Trophy

yes...its that time again...time for ugly pictures of foreign animals! This here is the pride of Peru...well one of. It's a peruvian hairless dog...yes....acutally. I once ran into a man carrying such a dog and was lucky enough to hear the history and usefulness' of such charming creatures. They aparently are the perfect pet. First of all there is the fact that they never shed. Bonus. Secondly, being as they have no hair, they are cold and have a natural tendency to have the shivers...all the time...for real. so , as the lovely man informed me, the eldery should (he did not say can...but SHOULD) all own such dogs and sleep naked (he did say naked) beside them at night in their beds...then the shivering dog...which also has one of the highest body temperature of any pet...would keep them warm. Of course, PJ's would hinder this, but that's just my opinion.  

The Birth of the Gong

what a gong of a day...lets just say it now...what a gong.
ok...so i have another job...at a gym...and i kinda screwed myself with taking this job...in that i will never again sleep in..kinda ever...so mon-friday i start at 8...not bad hey? but when you factor in the bus system...I have to leave my house by 7 to hit up the 715 bus which means an automatic six something wake up...everyday....mon to wed, friday and saturday i work at the bucks (starbucks) from 2 till 1030...factor in busage and i'm home by 1130 12...get up 6 hours later...can i do this? I guess I'm just gonna give it a go...: ) I don't know if its unhealthy that i want to push myself or if I'm strange that I like it when I'm busy (don't get me wrong i want to sleep in everyday...but its just not as fulfilling as the up and out at 7 thing...I never thought I'd think it...) I know my dad was a workaholic...this concerns me...haha at bethany that was never my problem..however i was never paid by the paper...and this paycheck increasing by the ammount I can multitask is dang motivating...So yeah..i'm tired....and now its late and i should go to bed...oh plus band practice was tonight so I'm wide awake....dang...

found an even more ATTRACTIVE photo

 

Marnie and Greg

Ok so here is my roomie and her lovely male counterpart...since I see them all the time at home, they needed to be on my blog. Pro's of Greg: Likes wine, Marnie, has stellar grasp on transit and ability to teach me, brings chocolate over to the house and doesn't keep good enough track of it to know i eat it, has clean smelling feet, mocks me in my yuppy ways thus keeping me from utter yuppydom...Pro's of Marnie: Works at Rona and can fix things, has couch, has tv, has dishes, has playstation that i can't play but sometimes dream of learning and being masterfull, has movies...etc etc, Has CAR, Has good heart to pick up pathetic whinning roomate from work occationally, Good sense of Humor, Advice giver...I've got it good.  

SHES SINGLE BOYS!

Actually...both lovely ladies in this photo are single...that and erica (left) requested a "hot" picture of herself...haha that's what you get..hotness itself. Sorry erica...i do have truly hot pictures of you..but i gotta wait to download them...for now, you must deal with what I think is 'hot'!  

Why I love my family

Say Hello to my Family. This is mom and george, and living in calgary makes me very very homesick for the cooking and humor of my family. So when I call home...i always have some question for george pertaining to music...like who wrote "elanor Rigby" ...beatles or aretha....just a random thought...i should know, but george is on the case..when george gets back to me, i'll let you know. and then there is my mom....ah mom. She is probably the most wonderful woman ever...yeah i'm biased..but did you know...this is a hot little piece of trivia, when she was in her early 20's she was in a running club in Quebec. And she was top of her class and was offered to run the Olympic Torch to represent her group for a mile. Cool hey? Anyways..today is a miss my family day... 

Ode to Sarah Penner

Ok...so who the heck knew that the neck fat of a cebu was called a brisket...yeah no kidding...we let me tell you who...Sarah Penner. So thank you Sarah for knowing things that the average jane...or in this case betty, doesn't!

Ceboo!

I really don't know whether or not that is the correct way to spell ceboo..or cebu however..check out that neck fat...that and the horns... 

FEEL the pain

ok...odd i know, what is this photo about you ask. well...quite frankly it is about my cell phone...i bought one, yes, clearly i live in calgary, so i bought a cell phone. I paid money for one when i could have gotten a free one, because it could play mp3's. This was quite exciting for me, and i thought it would be cheaper than an ipod that would always break down right? right? nope...like i've mentioned before, technology is death. blah blah blah talked to the bell guys, and still can't figure it out...aparently i have to buy something...sucky. ok so my emotions went from far left (jennine) of ahh...wonderful feeling of free mp3 player in phone to erica (what the dilly how does this work) to Nancy (i think i may want to ask for help for this) to me ( i want to die) to April...i want bell to die...that was pretty much it! If anyone wants to volunteer to take my phone from me...from my twitching fingers...and put the mp3s on it...i would literally cry...and be thankful...please... 

Koina Vacation...True Trek work!

 

El Che

now...honestly i know nothing of Che except for what i saw on the Motorcycle Diaries (which i reccomend whole heartedly by the way) so any comments would be greatly appreciated on the historical significance blah blah, jokes with the name che in them...whatever really...
This is actually a gas station....how would you like your face on a gas station....hmm 

The best picture of myself I've EVER seen

Until I take more pictures, I'm just going to find funny ones from teh past year! This is coming home from Peru, tired, sicklike, greasy, with bangs that i cut myself with dull kids scissors...overall good day 

Sadly, Dennis is now taken...

this is a sorry sorry day ladies...well it happened a while ago, but that stud that some of us have been lucky enough to get to see, Dennis, is unavailable....now's the time for weeping and nashing of teeth don't you think? 

for conrad and aaron!

Thanks to a kind word, here's the original picture. 

I actually skipped...

There is no better word than BI-POLAR

ok...so its a serious medical term that no, i do not scoff at, however if my day could have had a medical condition...it woudl have been that...dang. Ok. so i start off...getting up after two and a half hours of sleep (and although it would be great to shorten the length of time mentioned to create a more drastic effect..i didn't. it actually was 2.5 hours) i go to work. Feet kill. Head home. Buy new shoes however so brief shinning light of joy. (blue diesel's for all those ladies who wondered...i woulda). I'm basically depressed because of how bad my feet hurt (which initiated the buying of new shoes) and I want to die. then i wait for teh blasted C-Train....and wait. and waitwaitwaitwaitwaitwiatwieiiatijekltjdslkalgjdkl;ajgkjk and i want to die. Then it comes. Then i go. then i want (yes WANT) for the bus but nooooo it does not come. so i waitandwaitandwaitandwait and then it doesn't come and I wait (this has been actually 2 hours...i could have walked home.) and when it comes I want to cry...did i mention I actually did cry at work today...and in front of my boss? Could it get any better? However, she is wonderful and made me feel normal however far from it crying about lattes actually is, anyways....so i get on the bus...and we wait to leave the station. then people and more people get on...thankfully i let the belly out and no one wants to sit with me...sweeeeeet. So then these gorgeous spansih speaking folks get on and are rappin away to each other (this is where i turn off the new Jack johnson cd and just close my eyes and listen) eventually because i'm making faces and the little girl is laughing, i start to talk in spanish with the family...and THEY WANT TO GET TOGETHER TO PRACTICE! I don't even know how this happened...I've been praying to get together with some folks for like weeks now, and dang...its all good. That and they live 5 minutes from my house...I don't know how to explain it but when you live in a latin context, with the warmth that the spanish culture exudes...it gets in your blood. I skipped home. Nuff said

why i hate technology

ok...beyond the best song in the world (i love technology off of the Napoleon Dynamite soundtrack) is the worst truth in the world...i hate technology...because I'm baaad at it. ok so i wrote all yall about the blog...then forgot to mention the actual address...then hotmail informed me that i had...and i quote, "Expressed more than the maxium amount of emails in a 24 period" (ok not a direct quote because i forgot but pretty close) and then asked me if i would like to PAY for hotmail...why yes...yes I would...nothing would please me more than to pay for something free...yes...best ever...so in closeing...somepeople recieved just the first of the two emails...they now clearly do not think that i know best...

Betty in abby

These are my eyes...les yeux...my mom's very proud right now...she's french 

how frustrating...

peruvian toilets...nuff said 

Why I'm jealous of a 4 year old

Ok...this is a party for a 4 year old...an awesome little girl (shown in the picture) and her barbie companion...who was hired for the occasion. The entire neighborhood would be invited (like 30 kids and parents) and food abounds...candy is free flowing and 4 courses or plus. yeah...i can honestly say...i was jealous of a 4 year old. I knew when I took this picture in march/april i needed to show everyone i knew...and since i've bit it and now blog... 

I clearly do NOT know best

However...what a great title...definetly wanted that as a band name...if I'm honest..but hey...like matt and jon would ever go for it...and I've got a big enough head already..: )
ok..so i had to do the blog thing because SOMEONE who shall remain nameless had ablog that i wanted to post a little funny comment on...but they had all anonymous people blocked sooooo...here goes. I had one back in the day but like i blogged more than once and quite frankly...i don't remember the password...shh don't tell blogspot....