It's a pirate's life for me...

Our set sail on the eve of the 27th of the 8th moon month. The quest a bold one, our crew, brave and willing to seek their entertainment riches in the open air. The crew of the SS Hank were twelve strong, from far lands coming together to see Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest. We turned our eyes to the Twilight Drive-In in Aldergrove and set sail.

Even we weren't prepared for the stir created lots of stares from our fellow drive-in goers. But, I guess that's what happens when you see flagrant bandana and eye patch usage, a couple of swords, one blue mustache and a captain's hat on a crew of slightly off kilter persuasion.

The sun went down and the cold clear night descended upon us. All hundled with only half the blankets needed to keep us warm, with only our bags of popcorn and candies to comfort us while we watched the movie. As the night worn on, a thinned crew stayed to see what delights Cars held, but soon cold and boredom crept into our skull & bones and the SS Hank headed out. The Captain, First Mate and poop deck crewman sailed through the darkness unawares of the danger that was to come.

We hand sprung a leak, a curious hole as it were. Our passenger door kept opening and Kat, the First Mate was in peril of falling overboard. Kat and I soon were in hysterics trying to keep the door closed as the nights rush of sugar came upon us full force. We finally made it to Kat's departure point and promptly upset popcorn all over the stereo at Kat's feet but managed to get her out and on her way, littering it with popcorn. Our laughter, I'm sure was heard up and down the street. But, soon Mike and I sailed into the night in the SS Hank with popcorn at our feet, a fear of our door and satisfaction of a night well spent.

A dollar in my pocket

This was in response to a five dollar bill that I took from a friend while we were joking around one day.


DJ,

I still have your five bucks, for your information.
Though, it's travelled through several hands already...

First, it purchased me one of the leather comfy chairs
at Ethical's and then Steve gave it back.
Michelle, then stole it and decided that she could give it back to you.
I said that I will keep it until I see you. I got it back.

Then, the next day, I paid for a bag of Campino's and a Skor's bar with it.
I got it back from the cashier in exchange for another bill.

At home, I then decided I should do a load of laundry. Naturally, I
washed my jeans...and the five dollars promptly went with it.
I didn't realize it until the next day and yep, I had dried the five bucks too.
Nice and crinkly. I ironed it out and voila! Good as new.

Yesterday, I ran into Extra Foods and accidentally purchased my fruit bars with it.
I forgot until the next person was paying for their purchase...but, I got it back!
Now, the five dollars is safety in my purse...well, until my next purchase!
No worries, you'll eventually get it back.


J'aime

A little theft

I had an unusual visit the other day from a trio of little girls who rang my doorbell. I had checked through the window to see who it was and saw the oldest of the trio taking the empty pop bottles that were near our door. I assume she decided that it was okay to steal the cans because she thought no one was home. Up until that point I wasn't going to answer the door because I was in my pajamas, but when I saw this theft I threw on a sweater and went outside. The girls were already down the street and as I watched them pass my house to go home, I called out and said, "You needn't steal them, here, take this one too." I emptied another bottle in the garden and put it on a table that's near our door. The girls slowly and abashly came up the driveway to gather the bottle for refund. I went inside and took two partially full boxes and gave them to the girls to dump in their wagon. They looked frightened as I took back the boxes, like they'd much rather run than look at me. I said that next time they wanted bottles to just ask and they can have them. Not to steal them. After they realized that I wasn't going punish or scold, I saw smiles and confusion in their faces. They thanked me and scurried down the driveway, very likely hoping that wouldn't call their parents. And, perhaps, with the resolution never to come to my door again.

I wasn't mad, but sad to see this kind of behaviour in ones so young. Yet knowing myself as one of those kids who thought they could get away with anything, it gives me hope. After all, I turned out alright.