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so it's repetative and a tad bit boring. so what. you must read it all. it's a requirement. it's required of you.
March 14th 2008
Williams Lake Road Trip
10:20ish Mom, Pops, Sarah and Amy pull up in Doug's van. Back seat, MY spot, is a solid jumble. Sarah climbs back takes charge; sets things right.
10:22ish throw keys on Heather's balcone. hits glass door right loudly.
10:25ish Sarah and Amy dig into potatoes au gratin with gusto. amy points out a dirty spoon in the box. i shrug
10:30 raining slightly
10:38 dad regalls us with facts found out during tbuilding of Panama Canal. "time to get a watch." chants mom and sarah.
10:41 Sarah points out a "plethora" of eagleson a tree then proceeds to tell us horrific story of a toe pierced deeply by a bent sewing needle. sock had to be cut off.
10:44-10:48 Dad: "right there at that light (#10 hwy and something) is where mom and i experienced a miracle." told story of getting pulled over by constable Maacri. Going through light, no lisense, no insurance... Dad told cop about 12 kids--had to drive to support. He let them go.
10:55 we pulled up nest to a vehicle pulling a trailer with looooong straps trailing behind. we all remarked on how sloppily dont it was and how someone was going to drive on it. Just then he got out and just flipped them on top. Mom was apalled. "quite a guy." she exclaimed. then he anchored it under a thing and didn't even tie it. "That's not going to last a block!" says mom.
10:57 S. points out porta potty on side of road entitled 'Pit Stop'. D. points out farm house with Paki Paki farm on the roof.
11:08 S. forces gum on others. Dad jumps a curb on a curve. looking for a Home Depot.
11:14 M: What's a hot yoga? L: it's not A hot yoga! S. is amused. A. is going to do hot yoga.
11:16 D. stops at Canadian Tire "It has never fallen on deaf ears." he declares in reply to Sarah's lament.
11:33 S. and L. chew gum in unison. M. is back in van with a harness for woozy Kitty.
11:36 D. is back. we get air in tire. S. almost decapitates D as he puts air in tire.
11:39 A. says "I saw something that I thought was a gross old boogie but it was really a piece of potatoes au gratin." M: "how did you discover the difference?" A: "i just remembered."
11:42 we have to go back to Canadian Tire. sigh.
11:45 A. tells L. a falsehood. A. directs me to record mom's hot pink fuzzy gloves. directs M to wave at me. a hot-pink, overly fluffy glove obligingly waves at me from front seat.
11:50 Pops back. A. discriminates against M's snacks. "M. your snacks are different." M. listing her snacks.
12:19 S. gives in to cabin fever while we're parked at a dive where dad has lost his black binder. "Zesty cheese doritos!" she says spookily like a ghost.
1:29 Timmies dirve-thru. feel like we'll never get on our way to W.L. D., S., and L. all get turkey BLTs toasted.
1:34 finally on our way for realsies.
2:15 A. wins a game of alphabets.
2:30 stopped in Chevron at Hope. A. and L tussle in washroom. quite the line. M. makes a friend. L. buys 5 cent candies to be cool like S. and A.. A. forces S. to trade back hoodies. S. makes A. pay for it.
4:29 Stop at Spense's Bridge to trade driving. L. drives.
6:08 L. drives to Clinton. spend a long time at Clinton's Shell station/Budget Foods. Dad tries to sell girl ATM. S. bought Ritter Sport. L. felt jealous. Back in car, S. suddenly wonders if she is a woman. "um I have to go to the bathroom." D:"I thought you grew out of this." A:"More like she grew into int." "Yeah." we said.
that's all i wrote on the way there. from that point on i was sleepy and dozed in the back and then woke up only to feel bored and a bit lonely way back in the very back. and it was getting dark and i just wanted to be there if you know what i mean.
well pretty soon we did arrive at vilhelms lake and that's when dad realized that he didn't know exactly how to get to the shoults'. and that's when we drove through the town until the end of it, which really didn't take long, truth be told and that's when dad decided to stop at a 'mall' which was really not even quite a strip mall but really some businesses strung together, and that's when dad got directions from some, as mom put it, voluptuous ladies at a cash-mart store. and that's when bethany or ben or someone finally called us back, and that's when we were told to wait at a&w, which we did and that's when ben and bethany the newly weds drove up and showed us the way to daniel's house where everyone was having, can you believe it?--steak of all things. there was a squished mish mash of cars packed into the driveway and dad added the minvan to the jumble. there was snow on the ground and it was cold. sarah very nearly sunk in a sucking mud hole though and luckily i was behind her so i learned from her mistakes. she was kind of like a pioneer to me and amy.
we had steak and potato salad and then all the weemin folk plus ben went over to ben and bethany's to open the wedding presents. first we had to carry them in and to do this we had to fish them out of every nook and cranny of dough's minivan. bethany's new homestead is located across the street from exotik and more importantly, caribou grocery. we found that the caribou are well represented in will's lake. the front of her complex, king's court (ooh la la, and me just a commoner!), has a big wooden santa with his sleigh and reigndeer. very festive. bethany lives down the path, down the stairs and to the right. her house number is very fitting and it is amy, i who pointed this out. amy promptly sat down at the piano and began to play. amy, as the baby of the family felt it was her duty to help us by opening the door as we made trip after trip. i just don't know what i would have done without her.
so after that was all done me, sarah, babyamy, and later jen-ben's-sister-who-was-adopted-but-he-didn't-know-for-a-long-time-even-though-they-are-only-
8-months-apart-and-who-made-the-cute-wedding-cake-and-the-fine-apricot-sauce-for-the-pork-chops sat beside ambly. bethany's other new sister-in-law, abby, mom and gail-the-mother-in-law made up the rest of the party. bethany opened gift after wonderful gift and i realized that i need to get married just to get all the good gifts. either that, or have a spinster party (i came up with it that night) where you get all the good gifts that you would have got had you married. i should mention here that bethany did not let ben open a present and that he got the evil eye for even daring to open an envelope and but that he meekly brought her present after present and that amy was the one to write things down and i enjoyed how she did it and was constantly saying "scrubbers" to her in an aside as it has always been quite amusing to me, since bethany wrote about it. it must also be noted that upon opening the buchanan's gift we made sure to think of sister buchanen busting out into a brisk trot when she thought noone was looking. and really one should say something about mom and her propensity to stuff gifts into the packaging of other gifts and slide cards into places for safe keeping not to mention computer paper and invitatons parts and the like. she frequently had to say "oh that's doesn't go with that." and "oh i just put that in there."
after that the in-laws and mom left and bouncingbabyamy stretched out on the floor in a blanket and people hemmed and hawed over if they would play super mario or not, but ben ended the question by bringing it down and suddenly amy was there too and i being a non-gamer, unless that game is tedious and repetitive like tetrus or mahjongg or spider soletaire and even minesweeper, dare i say, just watched. then we were tired and went to bed.
that's when i made the mistake of showing bethany drawings amy had done in our group book about the clarkes. i was just so eager to show her that i didn't stop and think amy will want to see what bethany thinks and amy was currently in the bathroom and then amy was mad at me. and then i said she was going to be fun to sleep with and then she said she didn't like us and i said that i liked her and then we let things go which is what one should do when everyone is tired.
we stayed in bethany and ben's spare rum. sarah slept on a foamie in b and b's new and beautiful quilt from elaine and mina and made by mina, with a little fleece friend to keep her warm. amy and i shared the futon and i had the snow-skier-quilt of yesteryear. amy had bethany's beast. i awoke with a futon button digging in to my tenders.
i confess that i suddenly do not recall whether it was this morning or the next that amy snuck down and began playing mario brothers. and then i came and we ate walnuts together and i became brave and we played together and bethany was encouraging. or was that just later in the day that i joined in? when bethknee was getting her hair styled into an art piece? it all rubs together for me. all i know is that i had a shower and i availed myself of one of the new buttery rich striped towels and amy helped herself to the other. then i used bethany's lemon conditioner and my hair quite liked it. very much indeed. quite the thing, really it is. oh shut up gilbert! (left overs from a book i just read)
but in the end we got dressed and went outside to explore and take pictures. oh this is when i tell you that the night before i couldn't find pinklet and felt some distress over the fact. and then ben, wonders of wonders tells me that he saw it on the floor of the van when we were digging for presents and that he picked it up and put it in the cup holder for safety and he said "if i knew you were worried about it, i would have told you earlier." and relief was a flood. so anyways i didn't have pinklet but i had old paps and sarah had her camera and amy had hers, so we went out and about. 1st we had to cross the poo barrier. this was a strip of land strewn thickly with poo. some were steaming holes in the snow with poo at the bottom. some were partially frozen heaps in the grass. once that was passed safely we clambered down into the parkinglot of a senior's institutional home setting of some sort. at first we didn't know what it was but that was before we saw the senior staring at us from a window. there were woods in the back and smoke stacks in the hills beyond. that's were we took our pics and then we came up and around to the road. there was a distressing amount of mud and sarah muddied the brown boots that didn't belong to her. we had fun with our picture taking. as amy blog will readily reveal to you. we discovered kyle's street, midnight street. i was took pictures of the youngers doing wild jigs. we took a look at the delights hidden within the walls of caribou grocery. bethaknee who is egg, left satisfied that her candy needs would be well taken care of.
we went back. ben took us to save-on to develop the wedding pictures to be found on ol' paps and the honey moon disposable camera pics. while we were waiting we decieded to take a lookiloo in the local 'mall'. boitano mall or something. probably named after the figure skater. most likely. well we felt properly smug. "bethany you have a suzanne's" sarah sarcastically enthused. however we did go in to shoe warehouse because amy did need a pair of shoes because she did in fact forget her's in her car as she is wont to do, and we did find rocket dogs, mine and amy's being the apple sort and sarah's being the bright yellow sort. nothing like a pair of new shoes for 15 bucks. then amy bought earrings at ardene's where we ran into ben's neice who at first we thought might be some girl throwing her arms around ben at which there was some bristling but the other b in the relationship soon explained to us that it was the first b's neice at which we felt it was safe not to have our hackles up.
sarah and i were hungry and since we are the types that need meals in which candy is not the main course, we asked ben about a food court. he told us it was downstairs. so we took the elevator down and what we found was one pizza by the slice place and the infernal a&w around the corner. we opted for the pizza. the two b's and amy, the proud owner of some new and fun earrings, soon joined us. then we picked up our pics. thanks be, the old paps photos actually turned out and what is even more amazing, the female b actually LIKED them and had to admit that yes she actually was stunning on her wedding day, a fact the rest of us knew without a shadow of a doubt but a fact that the womanly b was being stubborn about not seeing. so that was successful.
the manly b drove us back to king's court and that's when sarah began doing everyone's hair and amy put on everyone's lashes (all on top of one another in layers on her own eyelash. it was weird) and mom came over to save the day with an iron and some pins and a mirror, and we all eventually got ready and looked good for the third time. i think that day was my favourite day for bethany's hair. all the days were good but sarah really outdid herself on vilhelm's lake day.
i sat at a table with mom, dad, aunty heather, uncle denis, dave and gail. i didn't take many pictures and the ones i did take were not the best, but what i have i will share.
the bridelett.
moi aussi
the lonely bride. (is it just me, or did this one download weird?) this is when she was lonely when everyone else got up to get the food. so after taking some lonely shots i sat with her until all the party returned and so i in turn returned. heh.
we call this one "hello nose"
"nose to meet you"
the cute cake that jen made.
sarah you can quit looking hot now.
then i joined them and sat at the end of the table and we had chocolate from the chocolate fountain. neither sarah or i liked this cookie. it was minty. so naturally i pressed the just married confetti into it accompanied by some doves and promptly took a picture.
my plate. this picture is a statement. what does this picture say to you?
so after quietly singing the bell song at the table the girls pulled off a super duper performance in the which they sounded great, looked fantastic and made ben very happy.
then there was dancing and this one girl kept asking dad to dance. amy took (professor) umbrage to this. she said there was too much hip in the girl's dancing. not that dad noticed. he had a bad case of the trots the night before and wasn't feeling too good. we did the for the beauty of the earth circle around bethany. she was horrified and rightly so. she said me and sarah were creepy. and of course amy was aunt march and the transformation was quite complete and amazing to see. it wasn't long before bethany took off to change into some comfy jeans and a baggy hoodie. ben kept watch at the bathroom door but almost let a girl in to see his bride in her buffs. meanwhile sarah was teaching me a line dance in the hall.
but we didnt 'stay long at all. instead we grabbed the presents and ran.
we were putting on our coats (it was snowing outside i believe.) and bethany met a girl who works at seven 11 and i snapped this shot while she as talking to her. note the gleam of the wedding pearls under the drab of the gray hoodie.
so this time it was just us girls and ben when the wl presents were opened. she got many a wonderful gift card and lots of dough. and the thing is burdock (who, now that i read andrea's blog, appears to be named after a root/herbish thing) gave bsquared wonderful artsy pillows and what we all wanted to know was, "how did burdock know bethany would love those pillows??" in other news amy got a set of beaters out of the whole gift thing because bandb got three and as amy pathetically said "we always have to beat things by hand..."
fact is, we went to bed and fact is, we had to go the next day. fact is we didn't want to leave bethany jane in the northern non-clarke-clime. fact is we all trudged in to hug her before we left. this is where the travel log kicks back in:
Homeward Bound
8:55 going home on a wing and a prayer. all hugged B goodbye. D near tears, pats B's back. "burp." says M. M. finds a wedding present. "Let's go back!" pleads A.
10:30ish stopped for breakie at 100 mile house. smitty's. L had Texas skillet. S-tripple berry waffles, D-steak and eggs, M. toast and crisp bacon (there were no multi-grain pancakes. "mulit-grain doesn't work. no wonder you don't have m-g anymore." says D to waitress (who he said was cowgirl before because she had a ketchup in her "holster")). A. "waffled" (heheh) between french toast and eggs benni. MOm decided for her and picked eggs benni whereupon A changed it to french toast whereupon A had almost immediate regret but stuck with it. L and S ordered hot chocolates and poured it on their ankles. After Smitt's went to Save-on where M and girls bought Kleenex and sundry goodies. A discovered "AMY! it is NOT their time!!"
this is what smitty's means to a. and s.
12:28 broke down in Clinton. "Joe don't work on Sundays." "Always remember girls, you can get elk urine here." says M. wisely.
pioneer service and pops who was born in pioneer. well well well.
next door to pioneer was a two story rancher if you will.
the sign on the antler carving store where one can purchase antler chandeliers, antler pen stands, antler sculpters...
carved into the bathroom stall door at the petrocan/video rental place where we spent some time looking at hairdos in a magazine.
some bird tracks i saw and then sarah and amy left me behind. waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
2:45 after some adventure on the cold streets of Clinton, all returned to van for warming up and anyways around the time written, D chuckled in his sleep. Joe the mechanic's wife (? what? his name is joe, and his wife's name is also joe??? that don't make sense pardner. but that's what's written and what can i do about that?) told us a cell phone signal could be found across the road on the sidewalk on the town side of the bush.
amy and i ventured out again. i like how i caught her mid stride and how long and skinny her leggins look.
here she looks like she's a part of the landscape. when she was taking this a barking dog was advancing on me and she did not care. snow mader her heart cold. like the grinch's.
we ran to keep warm and amy led me in some cadet marching songs.
the black and white of our apple rocket dawgs. a skinny jean and a wide legged jean.
i like amy's shot much better. amy is, well she just is.
this is how we found sarah on return to the van. fresh awake from some snoozin'.
4:30 finally leaving Clinton in Dave's van. Dave driving.
5:15 leave Cache Creek. Dave to D. "move your teddy bear." D.: "teddy bear? That's my peanut pillow!" Dave insisted on making us dig under the seats for briefcasess full of cassette tapes. puts in one about dating. S. observes M. licking aroudn the bottle of calcium.
8:00 in Chilliwack S. is finally a woman. Stop at Timmie Ho's. Get honked at by big truck. DAve buys calorie free doughnuts.
and that's the end of the travel blog.
then we dropped the trailer off at ma and pop's new house, get lost finding it and get lost leaving it and there's no key to get in it either. then we drop them all off at the ferry and then dave drove me home. and this is the end to this extra long post (but i'm not sorry).
ps. please read the post below. it's not it's fault that this one is so long.
March 14th 2008
Williams Lake Road Trip
10:20ish Mom, Pops, Sarah and Amy pull up in Doug's van. Back seat, MY spot, is a solid jumble. Sarah climbs back takes charge; sets things right.
10:22ish throw keys on Heather's balcone. hits glass door right loudly.
10:25ish Sarah and Amy dig into potatoes au gratin with gusto. amy points out a dirty spoon in the box. i shrug
10:30 raining slightly
10:38 dad regalls us with facts found out during tbuilding of Panama Canal. "time to get a watch." chants mom and sarah.
10:41 Sarah points out a "plethora" of eagleson a tree then proceeds to tell us horrific story of a toe pierced deeply by a bent sewing needle. sock had to be cut off.
10:44-10:48 Dad: "right there at that light (#10 hwy and something) is where mom and i experienced a miracle." told story of getting pulled over by constable Maacri. Going through light, no lisense, no insurance... Dad told cop about 12 kids--had to drive to support. He let them go.
10:55 we pulled up nest to a vehicle pulling a trailer with looooong straps trailing behind. we all remarked on how sloppily dont it was and how someone was going to drive on it. Just then he got out and just flipped them on top. Mom was apalled. "quite a guy." she exclaimed. then he anchored it under a thing and didn't even tie it. "That's not going to last a block!" says mom.
10:57 S. points out porta potty on side of road entitled 'Pit Stop'. D. points out farm house with Paki Paki farm on the roof.
11:08 S. forces gum on others. Dad jumps a curb on a curve. looking for a Home Depot.
11:14 M: What's a hot yoga? L: it's not A hot yoga! S. is amused. A. is going to do hot yoga.
11:16 D. stops at Canadian Tire "It has never fallen on deaf ears." he declares in reply to Sarah's lament.
11:33 S. and L. chew gum in unison. M. is back in van with a harness for woozy Kitty.
11:36 D. is back. we get air in tire. S. almost decapitates D as he puts air in tire.
11:39 A. says "I saw something that I thought was a gross old boogie but it was really a piece of potatoes au gratin." M: "how did you discover the difference?" A: "i just remembered."
11:42 we have to go back to Canadian Tire. sigh.
11:45 A. tells L. a falsehood. A. directs me to record mom's hot pink fuzzy gloves. directs M to wave at me. a hot-pink, overly fluffy glove obligingly waves at me from front seat.
11:50 Pops back. A. discriminates against M's snacks. "M. your snacks are different." M. listing her snacks.
12:19 S. gives in to cabin fever while we're parked at a dive where dad has lost his black binder. "Zesty cheese doritos!" she says spookily like a ghost.
1:29 Timmies dirve-thru. feel like we'll never get on our way to W.L. D., S., and L. all get turkey BLTs toasted.
1:34 finally on our way for realsies.
2:15 A. wins a game of alphabets.
2:30 stopped in Chevron at Hope. A. and L tussle in washroom. quite the line. M. makes a friend. L. buys 5 cent candies to be cool like S. and A.. A. forces S. to trade back hoodies. S. makes A. pay for it.
4:29 Stop at Spense's Bridge to trade driving. L. drives.
6:08 L. drives to Clinton. spend a long time at Clinton's Shell station/Budget Foods. Dad tries to sell girl ATM. S. bought Ritter Sport. L. felt jealous. Back in car, S. suddenly wonders if she is a woman. "um I have to go to the bathroom." D:"I thought you grew out of this." A:"More like she grew into int." "Yeah." we said.
that's all i wrote on the way there. from that point on i was sleepy and dozed in the back and then woke up only to feel bored and a bit lonely way back in the very back. and it was getting dark and i just wanted to be there if you know what i mean.
well pretty soon we did arrive at vilhelms lake and that's when dad realized that he didn't know exactly how to get to the shoults'. and that's when we drove through the town until the end of it, which really didn't take long, truth be told and that's when dad decided to stop at a 'mall' which was really not even quite a strip mall but really some businesses strung together, and that's when dad got directions from some, as mom put it, voluptuous ladies at a cash-mart store. and that's when bethany or ben or someone finally called us back, and that's when we were told to wait at a&w, which we did and that's when ben and bethany the newly weds drove up and showed us the way to daniel's house where everyone was having, can you believe it?--steak of all things. there was a squished mish mash of cars packed into the driveway and dad added the minvan to the jumble. there was snow on the ground and it was cold. sarah very nearly sunk in a sucking mud hole though and luckily i was behind her so i learned from her mistakes. she was kind of like a pioneer to me and amy.
we had steak and potato salad and then all the weemin folk plus ben went over to ben and bethany's to open the wedding presents. first we had to carry them in and to do this we had to fish them out of every nook and cranny of dough's minivan. bethany's new homestead is located across the street from exotik and more importantly, caribou grocery. we found that the caribou are well represented in will's lake. the front of her complex, king's court (ooh la la, and me just a commoner!), has a big wooden santa with his sleigh and reigndeer. very festive. bethany lives down the path, down the stairs and to the right. her house number is very fitting and it is amy, i who pointed this out. amy promptly sat down at the piano and began to play. amy, as the baby of the family felt it was her duty to help us by opening the door as we made trip after trip. i just don't know what i would have done without her.
so after that was all done me, sarah, babyamy, and later jen-ben's-sister-who-was-adopted-but-he-didn't-know-for-a-long-time-even-though-they-are-only-
8-months-apart-and-who-made-the-cute-wedding-cake-and-the-fine-apricot-sauce-for-the-pork-chops sat beside ambly. bethany's other new sister-in-law, abby, mom and gail-the-mother-in-law made up the rest of the party. bethany opened gift after wonderful gift and i realized that i need to get married just to get all the good gifts. either that, or have a spinster party (i came up with it that night) where you get all the good gifts that you would have got had you married. i should mention here that bethany did not let ben open a present and that he got the evil eye for even daring to open an envelope and but that he meekly brought her present after present and that amy was the one to write things down and i enjoyed how she did it and was constantly saying "scrubbers" to her in an aside as it has always been quite amusing to me, since bethany wrote about it. it must also be noted that upon opening the buchanan's gift we made sure to think of sister buchanen busting out into a brisk trot when she thought noone was looking. and really one should say something about mom and her propensity to stuff gifts into the packaging of other gifts and slide cards into places for safe keeping not to mention computer paper and invitatons parts and the like. she frequently had to say "oh that's doesn't go with that." and "oh i just put that in there."
after that the in-laws and mom left and bouncingbabyamy stretched out on the floor in a blanket and people hemmed and hawed over if they would play super mario or not, but ben ended the question by bringing it down and suddenly amy was there too and i being a non-gamer, unless that game is tedious and repetitive like tetrus or mahjongg or spider soletaire and even minesweeper, dare i say, just watched. then we were tired and went to bed.
that's when i made the mistake of showing bethany drawings amy had done in our group book about the clarkes. i was just so eager to show her that i didn't stop and think amy will want to see what bethany thinks and amy was currently in the bathroom and then amy was mad at me. and then i said she was going to be fun to sleep with and then she said she didn't like us and i said that i liked her and then we let things go which is what one should do when everyone is tired.
we stayed in bethany and ben's spare rum. sarah slept on a foamie in b and b's new and beautiful quilt from elaine and mina and made by mina, with a little fleece friend to keep her warm. amy and i shared the futon and i had the snow-skier-quilt of yesteryear. amy had bethany's beast. i awoke with a futon button digging in to my tenders.
i confess that i suddenly do not recall whether it was this morning or the next that amy snuck down and began playing mario brothers. and then i came and we ate walnuts together and i became brave and we played together and bethany was encouraging. or was that just later in the day that i joined in? when bethknee was getting her hair styled into an art piece? it all rubs together for me. all i know is that i had a shower and i availed myself of one of the new buttery rich striped towels and amy helped herself to the other. then i used bethany's lemon conditioner and my hair quite liked it. very much indeed. quite the thing, really it is. oh shut up gilbert! (left overs from a book i just read)
but in the end we got dressed and went outside to explore and take pictures. oh this is when i tell you that the night before i couldn't find pinklet and felt some distress over the fact. and then ben, wonders of wonders tells me that he saw it on the floor of the van when we were digging for presents and that he picked it up and put it in the cup holder for safety and he said "if i knew you were worried about it, i would have told you earlier." and relief was a flood. so anyways i didn't have pinklet but i had old paps and sarah had her camera and amy had hers, so we went out and about. 1st we had to cross the poo barrier. this was a strip of land strewn thickly with poo. some were steaming holes in the snow with poo at the bottom. some were partially frozen heaps in the grass. once that was passed safely we clambered down into the parkinglot of a senior's institutional home setting of some sort. at first we didn't know what it was but that was before we saw the senior staring at us from a window. there were woods in the back and smoke stacks in the hills beyond. that's were we took our pics and then we came up and around to the road. there was a distressing amount of mud and sarah muddied the brown boots that didn't belong to her. we had fun with our picture taking. as amy blog will readily reveal to you. we discovered kyle's street, midnight street. i was took pictures of the youngers doing wild jigs. we took a look at the delights hidden within the walls of caribou grocery. bethaknee who is egg, left satisfied that her candy needs would be well taken care of.
we went back. ben took us to save-on to develop the wedding pictures to be found on ol' paps and the honey moon disposable camera pics. while we were waiting we decieded to take a lookiloo in the local 'mall'. boitano mall or something. probably named after the figure skater. most likely. well we felt properly smug. "bethany you have a suzanne's" sarah sarcastically enthused. however we did go in to shoe warehouse because amy did need a pair of shoes because she did in fact forget her's in her car as she is wont to do, and we did find rocket dogs, mine and amy's being the apple sort and sarah's being the bright yellow sort. nothing like a pair of new shoes for 15 bucks. then amy bought earrings at ardene's where we ran into ben's neice who at first we thought might be some girl throwing her arms around ben at which there was some bristling but the other b in the relationship soon explained to us that it was the first b's neice at which we felt it was safe not to have our hackles up.
sarah and i were hungry and since we are the types that need meals in which candy is not the main course, we asked ben about a food court. he told us it was downstairs. so we took the elevator down and what we found was one pizza by the slice place and the infernal a&w around the corner. we opted for the pizza. the two b's and amy, the proud owner of some new and fun earrings, soon joined us. then we picked up our pics. thanks be, the old paps photos actually turned out and what is even more amazing, the female b actually LIKED them and had to admit that yes she actually was stunning on her wedding day, a fact the rest of us knew without a shadow of a doubt but a fact that the womanly b was being stubborn about not seeing. so that was successful.
the manly b drove us back to king's court and that's when sarah began doing everyone's hair and amy put on everyone's lashes (all on top of one another in layers on her own eyelash. it was weird) and mom came over to save the day with an iron and some pins and a mirror, and we all eventually got ready and looked good for the third time. i think that day was my favourite day for bethany's hair. all the days were good but sarah really outdid herself on vilhelm's lake day.
i sat at a table with mom, dad, aunty heather, uncle denis, dave and gail. i didn't take many pictures and the ones i did take were not the best, but what i have i will share.
the bridelett.
moi aussi
the lonely bride. (is it just me, or did this one download weird?) this is when she was lonely when everyone else got up to get the food. so after taking some lonely shots i sat with her until all the party returned and so i in turn returned. heh.
we call this one "hello nose"
"nose to meet you"
the cute cake that jen made.
sarah you can quit looking hot now.
then i joined them and sat at the end of the table and we had chocolate from the chocolate fountain. neither sarah or i liked this cookie. it was minty. so naturally i pressed the just married confetti into it accompanied by some doves and promptly took a picture.
my plate. this picture is a statement. what does this picture say to you?
so after quietly singing the bell song at the table the girls pulled off a super duper performance in the which they sounded great, looked fantastic and made ben very happy.
then there was dancing and this one girl kept asking dad to dance. amy took (professor) umbrage to this. she said there was too much hip in the girl's dancing. not that dad noticed. he had a bad case of the trots the night before and wasn't feeling too good. we did the for the beauty of the earth circle around bethany. she was horrified and rightly so. she said me and sarah were creepy. and of course amy was aunt march and the transformation was quite complete and amazing to see. it wasn't long before bethany took off to change into some comfy jeans and a baggy hoodie. ben kept watch at the bathroom door but almost let a girl in to see his bride in her buffs. meanwhile sarah was teaching me a line dance in the hall.
but we didnt 'stay long at all. instead we grabbed the presents and ran.
we were putting on our coats (it was snowing outside i believe.) and bethany met a girl who works at seven 11 and i snapped this shot while she as talking to her. note the gleam of the wedding pearls under the drab of the gray hoodie.
so this time it was just us girls and ben when the wl presents were opened. she got many a wonderful gift card and lots of dough. and the thing is burdock (who, now that i read andrea's blog, appears to be named after a root/herbish thing) gave bsquared wonderful artsy pillows and what we all wanted to know was, "how did burdock know bethany would love those pillows??" in other news amy got a set of beaters out of the whole gift thing because bandb got three and as amy pathetically said "we always have to beat things by hand..."
fact is, we went to bed and fact is, we had to go the next day. fact is we didn't want to leave bethany jane in the northern non-clarke-clime. fact is we all trudged in to hug her before we left. this is where the travel log kicks back in:
Homeward Bound
8:55 going home on a wing and a prayer. all hugged B goodbye. D near tears, pats B's back. "burp." says M. M. finds a wedding present. "Let's go back!" pleads A.
10:30ish stopped for breakie at 100 mile house. smitty's. L had Texas skillet. S-tripple berry waffles, D-steak and eggs, M. toast and crisp bacon (there were no multi-grain pancakes. "mulit-grain doesn't work. no wonder you don't have m-g anymore." says D to waitress (who he said was cowgirl before because she had a ketchup in her "holster")). A. "waffled" (heheh) between french toast and eggs benni. MOm decided for her and picked eggs benni whereupon A changed it to french toast whereupon A had almost immediate regret but stuck with it. L and S ordered hot chocolates and poured it on their ankles. After Smitt's went to Save-on where M and girls bought Kleenex and sundry goodies. A discovered "AMY! it is NOT their time!!"
this is what smitty's means to a. and s.
12:28 broke down in Clinton. "Joe don't work on Sundays." "Always remember girls, you can get elk urine here." says M. wisely.
pioneer service and pops who was born in pioneer. well well well.
next door to pioneer was a two story rancher if you will.
the sign on the antler carving store where one can purchase antler chandeliers, antler pen stands, antler sculpters...
carved into the bathroom stall door at the petrocan/video rental place where we spent some time looking at hairdos in a magazine.
some bird tracks i saw and then sarah and amy left me behind. waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
2:45 after some adventure on the cold streets of Clinton, all returned to van for warming up and anyways around the time written, D chuckled in his sleep. Joe the mechanic's wife (? what? his name is joe, and his wife's name is also joe??? that don't make sense pardner. but that's what's written and what can i do about that?) told us a cell phone signal could be found across the road on the sidewalk on the town side of the bush.
amy and i ventured out again. i like how i caught her mid stride and how long and skinny her leggins look.
here she looks like she's a part of the landscape. when she was taking this a barking dog was advancing on me and she did not care. snow mader her heart cold. like the grinch's.
we ran to keep warm and amy led me in some cadet marching songs.
the black and white of our apple rocket dawgs. a skinny jean and a wide legged jean.
i like amy's shot much better. amy is, well she just is.
this is how we found sarah on return to the van. fresh awake from some snoozin'.
4:30 finally leaving Clinton in Dave's van. Dave driving.
5:15 leave Cache Creek. Dave to D. "move your teddy bear." D.: "teddy bear? That's my peanut pillow!" Dave insisted on making us dig under the seats for briefcasess full of cassette tapes. puts in one about dating. S. observes M. licking aroudn the bottle of calcium.
8:00 in Chilliwack S. is finally a woman. Stop at Timmie Ho's. Get honked at by big truck. DAve buys calorie free doughnuts.
and that's the end of the travel blog.
then we dropped the trailer off at ma and pop's new house, get lost finding it and get lost leaving it and there's no key to get in it either. then we drop them all off at the ferry and then dave drove me home. and this is the end to this extra long post (but i'm not sorry).
ps. please read the post below. it's not it's fault that this one is so long.
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