Go and see it!
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Shooter
Think Rambo's First Blood crossed with The Bourne Identity series. We went and saw Marky Mark (Mark Wahlberg) in his latest movie Shooter and Kristina & I both really liked it. Shot (pun intended) in and around the Lower Mainland, this is arguabley the best B.C. filmed movie since Sly Stallone first discovered the potential in Hope, B.C.
Go and see it!
Go and see it!
Saturday, March 24, 2007
No Puppies For You!
We took Indy to the vet the other day to get spayed. While everything went well, we couldn't help but laugh at her expense. So I made a video you see can all see why.
Monday, March 19, 2007
Water Fanatic
As this was our first opportunity since last summer to discover if Indy is indeed a "Water Dog", we were eager to take her to Bonniebrook Beach in Gibsons. As you can see below, she is!
Now we just have to see if she'll go off a dock.
Of course, we didn't want to lose the ball so we just threw it short at first. After two successful attempts she's going long distance!
Sunday, March 18, 2007
Sunday, March 18, 2007
Sunday, March 18, 2007: Almost one-year old and she looks all grown up!
Now we just have to see if she'll go off a dock.
Of course, we didn't want to lose the ball so we just threw it short at first. After two successful attempts she's going long distance!
Sunday, March 18, 2007
Sunday, March 18, 2007
Sunday, March 18, 2007: Almost one-year old and she looks all grown up!
Monday, March 12, 2007
Baby Shower
The gang -- and I mean just about everyone, when I say "the gang" -- gave Kristina a wonderful baby shower this past Saturday. Guests from work, soccer, Gibsons, and family were there to wish Kristina all the best. There was a great spread of food, snacks and drink available and the guys (Seungsoo, Geoff, and I) took full advantage of said snacks.
A special thanks must go out to Denise & Seungsoo for offering up their warm home for the party, and of course, Jenny-Mac for putting it all together. Thanks guys!
Saturday, March 10, 2007
Saturday, March 10, 2007
Saturday, March 10, 2007
Saturday, March 10, 2007
A special thanks must go out to Denise & Seungsoo for offering up their warm home for the party, and of course, Jenny-Mac for putting it all together. Thanks guys!
Saturday, March 10, 2007
Saturday, March 10, 2007
Saturday, March 10, 2007
Saturday, March 10, 2007
Saturday, March 03, 2007
For Sale
Anyone want a VW Fox? Cheap, cheap. We need space in our driveway.
Details: http://members.shaw.ca/marcusdressel/Details.html
Details: http://members.shaw.ca/marcusdressel/Details.html
Friday, March 02, 2007
Long Term Goal
I can only hope that one day -- a long time from now -- I'll be as chipper as Gladys Hardy.
Secret Diaries
Excerpts from a Dog's Daily Diary:
8:00am: Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30am: A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40am: walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30am: Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00pm: Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00pm: Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00pm: Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00pm: Milk bones! My favorite thing!
7:00pm: Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00pm: Wow! Watched TV with my master! My favorite thing!
11:00pm: Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
Excerpts from a Cat's Daily Diary:
Day 683 of my captivity: My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and myself are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I must, nevertheless, eat something in order to keep my strength up. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the floor.
Today, I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear in their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. The audacity!
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means and how to use it to my advantage.
Today, I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released and seems to be more than willing to return. There must be something in it for him.
The bird must be an informant. I observe her communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that she reports my every move. The captors have arranged protective custody for her in an elevated cell, so she is safe... for now.
8:00am: Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30am: A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40am: walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30am: Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00pm: Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00pm: Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00pm: Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00pm: Milk bones! My favorite thing!
7:00pm: Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00pm: Wow! Watched TV with my master! My favorite thing!
11:00pm: Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
Excerpts from a Cat's Daily Diary:
Day 683 of my captivity: My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and myself are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I must, nevertheless, eat something in order to keep my strength up. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the floor.
Today, I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear in their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. The audacity!
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means and how to use it to my advantage.
Today, I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released and seems to be more than willing to return. There must be something in it for him.
The bird must be an informant. I observe her communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that she reports my every move. The captors have arranged protective custody for her in an elevated cell, so she is safe... for now.
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