Grassi Lake : part 2

Ok Here they are folks...


So clear and clean.

And blue and green too.

Then for those that must have ones with people in them:
Rob's lovely wife Carolina.
Cousin Rob and Cousin Em.
That brown part is also water...
It's soo clear you can see the dirt bottom at the edges.

free dog

Can you help?

A friend of mine is looking for a good home for his dog. He said it's really lovable and friendly with the kids, but his wife said the dog makes her nervous when it stares at her. She wants it out of the house. If you know of anyone, please let me know. See Picture.

movie shopping

Looking for something worth watching...

Shopgirl

Donno if this is, but it's story line is intriguing... maybe I should read the bestselling novel by Steve Martin first. Well it comes out in October, so I could. Arguably books are often much better than their movie anyways, right.

Or how about...

Must Love Dogs

...not quite something relatable, but who's looking for that in a movie anyways? Right? Just need a little entertainment to fill up an afternoon or evening with a good friend.

Still hunting... or shopping, yes, that's what it's called.

run forest, run!

Friends don't let freinds stalk friends.

Grassi Lake, Canmore, Alberta

When I get some photos (that we actually took) to post here... you will all be amazed. First off, the colors in these pair of lakes were phenomenal, and I am not joking. It's a pleasant jaunt up a mountain to some gorgeous glacier pools that later fall off the side of the mountain into another gorgeous sight... a waterfall... or many, depending on the time of year. Grassi Lake.

Awh, I love Canada. I simply do. If not just for the sheer beauty.

It was so refreshing to spend some time in the outdoors. I had a lot of time to think and many things were running through my mind, and then I thought, ok, so I am thinking about this right now... I bet every other silent hiker is basking in a sea of thoughts as well... I wonder what they all are thinking. And then I stopped that thought as quick as it came. Who cares what's on the mind of other people, I've got my own thoughts to sort out without adding others of no consequence. Maybe that was a tad selfish of me to think that, but it's true, I mean, for me to stop and begin to ponder that, well, the possibilities would be endless and not-to-mention I would probably just be avoiding the things that are pressing me that I should probably start to sort out or let be as is anyways. Am I making any sense? Maybe this endless banter belongs on my Drunk on Fatigue blog. One can never tell when I start out. Perhaps I will continue some of this banter over there.

(These photo links made possible by google)

isn't the sky blue today?

This reminded me of a conversation I once had with a certain brother of my dear friend Mr. SK. It all started when he was gibbering some philosophical jargon and much to those listening's dismay couldn't seem to keep an 'ordinary' conversation, so in hopes of possibly upping the participation of all those in the room, I asked him if he be as simple as to you know, talk about the weather... I started with, "Isn't it a nice day today?' ... "What a beautiful blue sky." To which he philosophically ask me, "Is it really blue?!" "How do you know it isn't red?" Then he proceeded to tell me about why people see 'blue' as the color of the sky... I-yah! Of course, it was completely informative, but an utterly hopeless attempt at a non-involved light conversation. After all, last time I had checked I wasn't sitting in a classroom or in front of a '3-2-1 Contact' program.

one of life's excavations

Other times you find that you have fallen into a hole that you may have helped dig, and it's dark in there but after a while it's somewhat comforting, that darkness. that confusion... until you look up and see the light pouring in through the top of the hole... there's something blue up there with white puffiness, a promise for a brighter tomorrow. 'Throw me a shovel.' I'm going to dig me a staircase right up into that vast sky and press on into the 'morrow.

Thank goodness for friends who though they stand there not quite knowing what to do as you fall, they still remain your friend after all is said and done. They are there to toss you the shovel. Sure, the hole is barely big enough but you've wiggled some and made room for it to land beside you and miss your head. You begin to dig into the sides of the hole and fill the place where your feet once stood, and slowly but surely you rise above it all... But nothing seems to matter now, you're on your way out into the big blue yonder.

pressing on

Sometimes you trip and you fall...hard. Sometimes the timing or proceedure for things is just not right. You search but you can't figure out why things are they way they are... and after a while you start making up whatever comes to your mind just to apease your raging inquiry, because you don't really care why anymore anyways. You just need to go on, pressing on from the very place you have fallen... reaching out to the vast unknown before you in hopes of a brighter future.

if you haven't seen this, you haven't lived

OK, so I am sure that the person who showed me this site didn't want me to blog it... but I just couldn't help it. Gay Boyfriend is the funniest music video I've seen yet.

from boys to men

So from my flight from Portland to San Francisco I was 'blessed' to ride with 13 US Marine recruits (not recruiters, mind you). So that's 13 male bodies between the age of 18-20. Some looked about to shat their pants out of anticipation what the next 13+ weeks would bring, and some just looked so young I could hardly believe that they were headed off to be trained to serve our country. In 13 weeks time most of these boys would become men all clad in Marine smarts.

Of the two that sat next to me, there was the nervously sweating stinky nerdy boy who talked way too much and narrated everything the plane did with ooo's and awh's... telling me way too much of his family history, interrupting the conversation at any given juncture and when asked proudly spoke of himself being the eldest recruit on the plane at age 20. With too-long finger nails, and body oder to match not even his freshly crew cut hair could mask that he was one stinky, very stinky know-it-all boy.

Then there was the youngin' from Albany, OR on his left who was shorter by a few but quite the cutie. Cute-Recruit was an honorable hard working boy of 19 (just recently had a birthday) who had dreamed of becoming a Marine since he was all of 7 years of age. There was a solid respect built into him for those in authority, even those he may not like... he wasn't quick to retort but seemed to ponder things before saying them. He leaned over and said things like, "Miss, we've been up since 4:30 this morning, that's why we all conked out here on this flight. When we arrive they're not going to let us sleep for three days." "This is my first time flying." "I've never even seen a palm tree before." He was simple, but not in a stupid sort of way. And in speaking about boot camp, he wasn't lying to himself about how 'easy' the next 13 weeks were going to be like StinkyKnowItAll-Recruit next to him was, he knew it was going to be Hell, with a capital 'H'. "Sometimes I think, what did I get myself into."

When StinkyKnowItAll-Recruit had jumped over him to go find the WC he leaned in and said, "I don't think he's going to make it." and I was like, "oh yah? He's got a mouth on him that's going to get him into a bunch of trouble." and Cute-Recruit continued on saying, "He's just not made of the same stuff most of these guys are,...". "For sure," was all I could say... and "good luck to you all. You guys are very brave and noble."

When I had asked them their age, they guessed voluntarily that I was all of 21, to which I thanked them and gave them an honest 26. To which Cute-Recruit replied, "So why are you not married?" (Seems to be the question of the year.) Then StinkyKnowItAll-Recruit pipes in, "I don't plan to marry until I'm like 30 something...", but Cute-Recruit had other plans... He said he could see himself married right now. That he's always felt older than he is and that people had always said that he was 'older' than he was. 'Just wait till they're done with you,... you'll feel much older than that,...' was all I could think. OK, that and 'Well, that's small town living taking it's toll as well.' Cute-Recruit asked if I ever saw myself going into the military. To which I replied, "I can't really see myself in the military." Then he asked me if I would support my husband's decision to join... to which I said, "Of course, I would. I would be scared for him, but I would support him."

Well, good luck boys. Go make us proud.
You're in my prayers.

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