Sad-Happy Day

What to do... what to do?

It's funny how "time flies" on swift, powerful wings. Hated cliche... so overused, yet true with the type of truth that is usually accompanied by that foul taste in the mouth.

Today is my last day at formerly "First-year Services," now "Student Development Centre" at the University of Regina. A new, ambiguous department name for a new, ambiguous academic future. They let me eat cake today, and gave me a card... which they each signed with their own unique message written down for my memory. I will miss this place and the people more importantly.

"The Student Development Centre -- Helping to give you the tools you'll need to succeed."

Where I am going is a place far more menacing and I am not oblivious to the challenge I will face there. It's ironic that I am now going to leave the place I love to be (the university campus) to go to a place I could not wait to leave (high school) in order to help make the transition from one stage to the next better for my future students.

It could be that I am truly going delusional, like the occassionally significant pressure in my head is indicating.

Friends and Furniture

It's going to be great to see my good friend Dan Hanline next week. I haven't seen him more than once since he left for Wascesiu in May. So it's going to be a great reunion, probably involving many stories of adventure and such...

On another, more random, note, let's look at the cost-effectiveness of this chair for a minute.


Wood Frame = $10
Nails = $0.40
The Horns of 7 Bull Buffalo to be used as "Ornaments" = Priceless

To the "pioneers" of the west we owe so much gratitude in ridding our landscape of such creatures. Who wouldn't want a chair like this at your kitchen table? I mean, look at the back support... the pointed, comfortable armrests. That's one I never want to see again.

Lines of Age

On a recent trip out to Lethbridge for my cousin, Rachel's, wedding I was able to see my Grandparents for the first time in over a year. The years have been kind to them in unique ways, but it's always interesting to see how we age. I think there's an interesting beauty that comes with those lines that "pop" culture is trying to tell us are something to fear and alter at the drop of a hat.

Besides, age is only relevant to how we feel.

My grandma, Hilda Peters...

My grandpa, Peter Peters (you have to love the originality of that name).

They live in Winnipeg, MB... and have done so for all of my life anyway!

Flowers in a Box

Lisa, looking particularly relaxed on our couch on a hot Saturday afternoon. Notice the interesting piece of art on the wall above her, and my mis-shapen knee in the lower left of the picture. I was still in my pj's at the time... go figure.
Lisa, now thoroughly annoyed at my picture-taking antics, has refused to smile in this one. Still, notice the wall decor... Let me tell you a little information about that shadow box.

This piece of interior art decor was at one point something very different, having once graced the ceiling instead of the wall. When we first moved into our present abode, we were treated to some very interesting light fixtures that immediately came down to be replaced with more desirable ones.
This frame had once been part of an elaborate fluorescent light fixture that hung down from the ceiling in the kitchen. We liked the frame so much, we decided it would make an excellent "shadow box".



I painted it black, cut the backing for the box, and put the fabric onto the backing. We happened to be in the right place at the right time to purchase these silk flowers on the cheap, (and voila!) creating this interesting design with the help of our dear Scott Schlosser.

Proud New Parents and Proud Friends of New Parents

Proud new parents, Michael and Devora Fischer-Cascante, with newborn (literally 6 hours old) Santiago.

We (Lisa and Myself) are very happy for them and wish them good fortune (in its many forms) as they move from the Queen's City to Ottawa... the centre of the universe! Oh, I forgot that Toronto had already claimed that title.

All Smiles

If Nole was on the cutting edge of fashion,
then so too are his parents. Phil (also holding their dog, Elwood) and Richelle (holding Nole), are involved in a strange new phenomenon known as "Dress for Success Costume Marathoning" that is sweeping the nation. Phil has won widespread fame for his daring ensambles. This latest one was actually featured in a recent issue of "The Last Mile" magazine. Are they not adorable, Each and every one of them? I must say that they are on the cutting edge of each and every trend...

A review of the LaChapelle movie: "Rize"

See the Original Article here: http://www.cbc.ca/arts/film/rize.html