It's My Party And I'll Cry If I Want To

No? Really, you didn't?!?

No you didn't have a sweet sixteen birthday party that looked like this?

WHERE THE HECK DID YOU GROW UP, EH?

I thought everyone had parties like this for such an important, life changing event...

Or maybe that was just me and everyone else here in the Desh...Mmmm!

So...yeah.

SLAP - Wake UP FOOL!

I can't believe what I am about to say but 

thank you Nike, I needed this...

...more than you know!

Hah. 

Killing Hope with A Hack-Saw

"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That Perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all.

(Not sure I even like that poem 
but no matter here's for killing the little nugget!)

(deep breath)

 I thee Lauren declare that
"Hope", is DEAD to me!

(Serious karate CHOP with an evil laugh that follows)
MOU-HAHAHAHAHHAHAH.

Big sigh*

(And I was really hoping to go for ice cream later this week) 

Balls.

Jer - Found You're Home Away from Home

ALLO - les Suisses! I found a place that you can STAY in the Desh.

Went for a run the other day and THIS caught my eye...

...JEREMY - clearly this is where YOUR PEOPLE STAY!

(Am I terrible or what?!?)

TEE - hEE!

OMG right? Not so bad, eh?!?!

Just let me know, spots are going fast so BOOK QUICKLY!

;-P

Beautiful Desh-Day in the Neighborhood

Just a beautiful day in the neighbour

A beautiful day in the neighbour,

Oh wouldn't be nice - wouldn't it nice,

Won't you be my neighbour?

Typical street in la Desh...YES YOU ARE CORRECT! This is my street.

 There's a little construction happening...correction, there is always construction happening here!

Piles of sand, rocks, and more stuff just spilling out onto the road.

(good hill work training)

House right next door to worksite - YIKES! 

Sorry what was that? There's a car coming? From where? 

(POW!)

You might not be able to read that - cameras on iPhone3 ain't so good.

The name of my building is 

"INSPIRATION"

Home sweet Home.

(the front door a.k.a a really f-ing big GARAGE door)

I am HUGE!

And wearing a shirt with holes...tsk - tak!

I know, I know!

My home is right there, on the very top !

Protecting one person at a time...when awake!

My guard dogs = a hard life.

Pffffft!

Isn't your shirt is suppose to be a *light gray colour Lauren?

YUCK !

(still very humid and hot here)

But don't worry, all is not lost.
I was able to still be fashionable even with all my sweating - how?
Because my bra matches my watch -

yes, I did just say that!
BOOM.

That is how I start my day - well, most of the time!

So...yeah.

The Sleeping Beauty Onezieeee~!

It's been one of those weeks that you just 

dream about being in bed with 

your feet on the same plane as your head...right?

Oh and how could I forget?  

ALL WHILE being stylish and WEARING the new and improved

ONEZIE pyjama outfit!

(Oh stop, as if you haven't ever hear of one of these before?)

Of course they scream SEXY! With a bear on your butt, who wouldn't feel sexy?

Below is one of my favourite models to work with.

He is modelling just how good a ONEZIE can look.

Notice how soundly he is sleeping?

How comfortable he looks?

How the red really accents his lip colour?

What? That is style people!

 This kid (or baby perhaps) is 100% committed to his own style.

Knowing that it's not how you look when you are awake but how you

look when you ain't conscious - boom!

And as I say, he couldn't be owning this look if it weren't for the Onezieee!

It's all the new rage or soon to be the new rage so don't get left behind - go 

get your ONEZIE today (without delay)!

(no - I am not getting commission anywhere for my advertising this product)

p.s. Can someone send me one in the mail? The Desh seems to 

be all out of warm, thick Onezies - beats me!

;-D

I would like to take a moment to thank the model of today's shoot.

SAM-O you are a star.

Sweet dreams.

Zzzz

Tuba Man = Crazy Dave

You know you have awesome neighbours when

they send you an e-mail letting you know their son has taken up a new instrument...

...THE TUBA!

Most people would be HATE this but can I tell you a secret???

To hear the sounds of the tuba reminds me of being a little girl.

I LOVE IT.

My older brother David,played the tuba for five years and would 

practise for hours in the basement. I learnt to love that sound.

By the end of high school David was apart

of three different bands, had gone to many competitions and well,

was know throughout school as being to be the "Tuba" guy!

 

Hey - I know what you are thinking - NERD!

And well, maybe he was a little nerdy but I have never been more

proud of a Wells family member!

 (pssst he actually looked good in his little Central, purple, bow-tie - ha!)

I can't forget that Ev also played an instrument but pretty sure he would agree with me that David was the one who really OWN the skill of playing an instrument.

(sorry Ev, close second buddy!)

Thinking about you today Dave.

Luv lo

Am I Allowed to Relate to This?

This will be me when I am older - thus why I kinda enjoy/relate to this film.

Sad but true people.

Really.

Not one of those uplifting days for me.

Could be because it's a Sunday.

Duh!

My New Best Running Friend

This little guy now follows me around three times a week when I go for my morning runs...

Opps...can't really see him just yet - behind my right shoulder!

Hard to take a picture while running - so just STOP Lauren!

Okay - okay; here she is! She found me one day while running...and when I say found, she started following me and I thought she was going to bite me so I tried to SHOOOOE her away but it didn't work. So twenty-eight minutes later
when a bad of 4 - 5 dogs come barrelling around a corner because we are on their 'Turf" and she has followed me
I do what came naturally...I protected her! Yelled at the other dogs, stood in between her and them
and it all happened so fast I didn't have time to think about what the heck I was doing....all the Bangladeshi people out and 5 am in the morning were like "Madame, they bite! Bangladeshi dog bite!" But
I wasn't going to let this dog get destroyed because she had followed me
and I had lead her into another "turf - zone"

Now she always finds me during a run and follows...sappiest-TRUE story I have ever told.

This is the shirt I wear every other morning...my running buddy knows it well now.
Think that is what made her follow me in the first place
1) Dogs can read
2) She can relate, she looks like a wirier old FART of a dog

(thank goodness for the COTTAGE BIN of clothes store)

It's still WAY too hot here...just saying.

Someday I would like to know just WHO came up with this shirt and why.

YAY - it's THURSDAY!

Ms.Wells

How much longer did you say?

Really? WHEN?!?

Okay - okay, I'm waiting.

Soooooooo...how about now?

And now?

UGH!

Why does it take so long for super-amazing, life-long, magically-delicious wishes to come true?

Okay-okay fine.

Five more minutes....it can't take more than that, can it?

What?!?

AN HOUR !?!?!?!?!?!?!?

Bah - HUMBUG!

p.s. Gonna be a SCROOOOOOGE kinda day!

p.s. thank you BENJI Maillefer for the fantastic photo!
Love les Suisses!
;-)

Is this too CREEPY!?!

What would you do if you're teacher sent you this photo in order

to congradulate you on a job well done?

Kool - right?

Creepy? Really? You think a Chef is creepy and not a weird bald smiley face?

Well, BOFF!

Already did it, done and sent to students.

Now students and YOU think I'm creepy.

Great.

*sigh

Why didn't I get the MEMO???

Satisfaction = Sand-blasting Your Own Digs!

The things average people don't usually do themselves.

BUT THESE TWO ARE NOT HUMAN.

Heroes? Perhaps, a hero does do unbelievable feats, no?

This HUGE thing blows the broken glass through the yellow line out the
hose thingy that JL had to hold.
THE GREY GLASS BLAST MASTER
(that's what I like calling it!)

Rented, you ask?
NO, this is indeed not a rented machine. No-no folks they OWN IT - WHOA!

Did it have to come in such an ugly colour?  

Then of course all you have to do next is
put together some scaffolding so you have something to stand on while you blast.
Borrow from a neighbour or course!


(I always have scaffolding pieces just laying around....errr)

Ain't she the cutest little MINION you ever did see?

By the way that is a HUGE-HONKING bag of glass PIECES. It needs to be hand-fed
into the big GREY-BLOWING thingy whenever JL gives you the
signal....probably every 20 minutes?

The man himself, getting ready to put on the helmet. The huge helmet
and hot like humidity in the air does not make this job enyable.
TROP CHAUD!

UGH!

(what this picture does not show is the FREAKING NOISE - too loud to talk!)

Space Jam? Nawwwww, I'm thinking he looks more like one of those astraunauts from
more the movie like ARMAGEDDON!
Classic.

I couldn't even lift the helmet...and I am wicked strong.

Sigh.

So like I said, these guys do EVERYTHING on their own and
thus at the end of every day, look around the house, landscaping
and house decorating and say;
"Honey, I got too much satisfaction from all that work - let's try and take it down a knotch, ya?"
Maybe next year they will JUST build a JACUZZI on the back deck...instead of
trying to make their own greenhouse with full garden and eco friendly solar panels.

HAH!

 Miss you TWO!

Unbelievable Performance - Watch Me!

Sometimes words are not needed to tell a story.

This is something used in my drama class last week - we 

(Kimi the AWESOME new drama/co-teacher I am privileged to work with)

were teaching our Gr.7 students about conventions and how they 

are used in theatre to help tell a story.

A scrim is a convention used in performances and well, watch this and you will see how

this convention VERY MUCH helped bring this story to life.

Again, I CANNOT take credit for any of this. These are the brilliant ideas of Kimi.

(I know, how luck am I to work with brilliant people?)

Their wisdom is rubbing off on me, I can feel it.

P.S. If you wanna thank Kimi, I will be happy to pass on the message.

;-)

Meet who? Dennis Irwin the footballer?

Just when you thought things couldn't get any cooler in the Desh, 

last week we had a professional footballer come to ISD school

and speak to the students.

DENNIS IRWIN

(well of course, I had to ask him a question about

his routine before matches...was he superstitious?)

Naw - he was not.

Good question, Lauren.

Boom.

The EVENT area (a.k.a. ISD school field)

Yes!There were even local video/news cameras there.

The ENEMIES (a.k.a. not our TEAM!)

Irwin right in the middle of things.
This is actually a team of Bangladesh guys (young men)
who were hand-picked for recruitment of a much
larger & more professional football league)

Of course, Mr. Ben Smith turns away from MY camera!
(little camera shy, he is)
Our very own ISD P.E. teacher organized the
whole EVENT and well, he was kinda the man that day!
Boom.

When is it going to start?
(*sigh)

Students watching with Awww and Wonderrrr ;-D

Have to shake hands to start every match...well, so they say!

She just wants an autograph....clearly!

These are MY STUDENTS!!!!
Well, not all but some...actually, none of these guys are my students this year
but GOSH; couldn't be prouder! 

Trying to be artistic. 

Patience is a virtue. 

Have you got his picture? I do. 

Waiting and waiting... 

...and more waiting! 

Finally things start and the crowd ROARS!!!
(so I take a picture of the sign? Weird Ms.Wells)

In the end it was a great after school event.
ISD did lose 3 - 1 but HEY NOW; the visiting team were semi-PROFESSIONALS
and well, our team has just kinda practiced only once or twice...
...okay fine, maybe all summer.

Regardless, we did our best and that still ROCKS!

Sheeeesh, when did I become such a HARDCORE ISD FAN???

(giggle)