Goodbye For Now

Len Hordyk

February 3, 1934 - January 27, 2008

Gramps and Grams <3

So cute they were :)

His favourite hobby: fishing.

I am one of few... or perhaps the only granddaughter who inherited this love. :)

I'm so thankful that I got to see him yesterday morning before he passed.
I got to give him one last kiss and say goodbye, and then I went home.

At 3:30 my sisters came to my house and told us that God took him home while all his kids were standing around his bed and someone read Psalm 139 out loud. Then they prayed that God would take him quickly, and just like that, He did.

I'm glad that he's with our Father now, even though I'll miss him.

got word?

Today I was reading through my Writer's Craft journal and I found an old entry where I wrote down my most favourite words. Hurrah!
Some of them just look fantastic on a page; for others it's all in the sound.
They are as follows:
metrical
impeccable
obscure
indifferent
travesty
phantasm
opalescent
quandary
purple
sprite
chaotic
prattle
quixotic
cadenced
rhythmic
bean
psuedo
symphonic
unorthodox
peevish
chimera
clip
truant

We All Have a Little Pyro in Us.

Quotable quote of the day:

"flphshcht."
-M. Geertsema, in an attempt to imitate a lighter.

... A commendable effort, Maria!

juniors.

Is it JUST me, or have kids forgotten their place?
When I came into highschool, there was a certain order of things:
Those in grade 12 were to be respected, almost to the point of hero worship.
Sickening, I know. But still, it was a way of life. The humble grade niners kept their heads down and remained reverently silent in the presence of the senior students. We spoke only when spoken to. When a grade 12 student was rushing down the hallway, we dove out of the way post haste. When there was a line-up in the washroom, you let the grade 12ers go ahead of you despite the fact that your bladder was on the verge of rupture. The grade 12 hall was just that: the GRADE TWELVE hall. Any juniors who dared venture through there at lunchtime were lucky to escape with their lives. Alright, so that may be a bit of an exageration... but you catch my drift.
Anyways, being the angelic, co-operative, obedient child I am, I endured my junior years following these rules, never crossing blades with a senior.
Now I'm in grade 12. The year was SUPPOSED to be mine! I was the one who was now going to be revered, respected, honoured, looked up to, adored, dare I say it... FEARED!
But alas. It is not so.
Almost daily I am pushed by a junior running by. No one makes way for me as I walk down the halls. Juniors use the grade 12 hall regularly, and not just for getting to class... for socializing as well! I still wait in line-ups in the bathroom. When I'm being weird [95% of the time] they give me dirty looks. They have the nerve to TALK to me! To look me in the eye! Even laugh at me! It's just unnatural.

Oh life's bitter injustices.

"Elves: Loveable or Not?" a poll.

I recently got into a discussion with someone about elves (don't ask who or how).
The question was raised: Everyone loves elves... don't they?

So I thought I'd get to the bottom of this asap, before I lose too many night's sleep over it.

So please.
Enlighten me with your opinions on elves.

Catherine le Fantastique.

This is my blog, and no other's.
Here I may rant about James Mcavoy (mic-Avoy) with input from others which I may promptly delete if (...when) they are in conflict with my [undisputable] opinions. That's right, Maria. I mean you.

Long live the Scot! (singular intended).

p.s. fascinating fact learned in Latin class today: Boys are always hungry.
If anyone is in disagreement with this statement, feel free to take it up with Longman Publishing Inc.