Thursday, January 31, 2008

Jailbird, only not.

Monday, January 28, 2008

Mess, by Isabelle

Sunday, January 27, 2008

Me and Myself

I hate this. It hasn't even been 2 minutes and I'm tired already. Keep going. It will be better once you get into your rhythm. My glasses are fogging up already. And I can't breathe. I don't like running in Winter, it's way too hard. You can't quit unless you're injured. [running, running, running, turning the corner onto Acadia. Getting closer to the mall.] I better keep my expectations for the race low. In fact, even finishing might be too high a goal. It will be easier in the Spring. Keep going. [running past Sobeys...mmmm...I can smell the bakery.] I'm tired. You're three quarters of the way done. Keep going. You can't quit unless you're injured. At least you're not running into the wind now. I'm getting crunchy. Everywhere that moisture has seeped out of my body (sweat, breath, and, unpleasant though it is, snot), has formed a crusty layer on my outer garments. Even my headband is crisp by my ears. Hmm. Go figure. [Despite all the traffic on 8th St, I am very much in my own world.] If I can finish this run, I get to do whatever I want to for the rest of the day. That's fair. Delayed gratification. Even sit on the couch and eat bags of potato chips. Well I suppose you could, but you'd probably make yourself sick. Yeah, that's true. [Thinking about all those people for whom a 7k run is barely a warm up. Thinking of extreme runners who do 5o, 100, and 150km races. I can't even imagine that at this point.] Yay! I'm finally on Boychuk and the last leg of my run. Running with the wind at this point, which means I can pull my buff down and breathe normally. Even if the weather people say there's not a windchill because there's so little wind, the slightest breeze in the winter makes a huge difference. Man this path is hilly. Keep going. I think my effort today has been 99% mental. That's ok. Whatever gets you to the finish. Just think, this is building character. I guess so.
There's my house!
Yes! I did it!

Saturday, January 26, 2008

Champetre County Ranch

Friday, January 25, 2008


Thursday, January 24, 2008

Darth Vader plays the violin

Wednesday, January 23, 2008


Tuesday, January 22, 2008


Monday, January 21, 2008

roses, pt. 2

Sunday, January 20, 2008

roses, pt.1

Saturday, January 19, 2008


Friday, January 18, 2008

Winter Rain

Thursday, January 17, 2008


Wow. Now this is talent. If you keep watching until the end, the camera does move in closer so you can have a better look at how he's playing.

American Idol

Sometimes TV is funny, but rarely enough to make me laugh out loud. Last night was an exception. I happened to turn on American Idol in time to catch the last contestant, and boy was he something! You have to see it to favorite part is when Paula starts dancing at the end. Good stuff.

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Lost in the Pinecone Forest

Tuesday, January 15, 2008


Monday, January 14, 2008

Pink Button

Sunday, January 13, 2008


Saturday, January 12, 2008


Friday, January 11, 2008


Wednesday, January 09, 2008


Tuesday, January 08, 2008


Monday, January 07, 2008

The Giggles

I find myself slouched in a vinyl library chair, hand to my mouth in an attempt to prevent their escape. It's inevitable, really, once they start. You read a line and it makes you smile to yourself. An inward smile that soon shows itself on the outside. The scene in the book doesn't end, though, it keeps getting funnier and funnier. The smile grows to a grin, which is awkward enough. To sit by yourself, grinning foolishly at a book, in public, seems a little undignified.
And then.
You can't contain it.
Oh, you can try. Cheeks stretched about as far as they can go in that grin that just won't die, you try to keep the laugh inside. But it won't be kept. The more you try the stranger your facial expressions become. It will twist your lips into something resembling a grimace and bring tears to your eyes. If you're like me, you start to get red and hot, because keeping a laugh inside is hard work.
Eventually part of it escapes, and it comes out like an embarrassed little sound. Not a sneeze or a cough, but more of a squeak. And then that seems funny, which just pushes you over the edge.
You have to laugh. Not just a chuckle, but a full burst-out-loud-laugh-till-there's-no-sound-coming-out-just-silently-shaking kind of thing.
Or you primly find your bookmark, place it, and put your book away, desperately thinking unfunny thoughts. Put your coat on and wander the shelves, feigning interest in all manner of books while you try to forget one of the funniest pieces of writing you've ever read.

Sunday, January 06, 2008


Friday, January 04, 2008

Downtown Saskatoon

Thursday, January 03, 2008

Winter in the Park

Wednesday, January 02, 2008

The Saskatoon Club

Tuesday, January 01, 2008


As first days go, this one was alright. Time in the kitchen cooking up new recipes mixed with some R&R makes for a good January 1st. The holiday season is over, and it's time to look ahead. In the coming months I anticipate starting my training for the Saskatchewan Marathon in May. I look forward to the poetry class I've enrolled in, starting in February. I'm going to attempt to post a new picture every day on my photo blog.
Most of all, I look forward to this being a year of growth; of learning new things, and maturing in my faith. I want to make the next 365 days of 2008 count.
Snow Tires