Good-bye Samsung, Hello iPhone 3GS

I have been wanting the iPhone for over a year now.  But I'm finally off my Sasktel contract and quite frankly I hate being stuck in a contract- I hate any type of forced commitment.

Then I read an article by a photographer named Koury Angelo who had an exhibition called Perspectives which was solely on photos taken from his iPhone.  Here are some of his photographs:

He's used an app called CameraBag to get that cool vintage look.

I checked out the Apple website and was estatic to find that they are finally releasing a new version of the iPhone! It's called the iPhone 3GS.  It has Voice Control and the camera can now shoot video!

I have been waiting and waiting for the new version - its getting release on June 19th, the countdown begins!  

Good-bye Samsung, Hello iPhone!!

 

Door

On the weekend I went to a dance recital that was held in one of the high schools in Saskatoon.

Does anyone else find the sign a bit odd?



Why would they call the photocopier room the "Duplicating Room"? Are there other things which require duplication besides paper? The title seems fit for a room in Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory.

And not to be picky, but isn't the translation a bit off too?

It seems that the french translation is correct: Photocopieur.

But it is not a true translation of the initial title. Should it not be: Photocopieur Chambre or Duplication Chambre?

I will refrain from making any snide comments about our education system at Hogwarts, I mean Saskatoon.

Riverbank Ramble

Last night when I took Max to the dog park I decided to walk along the riverbank.  I wanted the solitude and always find that being by the water quiets my soul.  

As I was slowly walking along the beach contemplating my life in general, not noticing the beauty surrounding me, Max was rushing up and down the riverbank.  He would splash into the water, and then promptly commence lapping up the water with his tongue.  All the while he had a huge smile on his face, so the water would drip right out his mouth.  He would then barreled up and down the sandy beach, his paws smacking the wet sand.  And then off he raced, up the trails that led into the trees before finally returning by galloping down the riverbank and plunging back into the water.  He definitely knows how to enjoy every moment of his life.

I found the walk to be quiet and peaceful and after a while I began to enjoy watching my dogs silly antics.  I even noticed the ducks bobbing on the water just out of reach.  I noticed the squishiness of the ground as I walked over some grass deep with water.  I enjoyed the smell of the impending rain.  I saw the dark clouds of rain ahead of me and the setting sun behind me.   I heard the softly blowing wind start to blow the leaves in the trees a little more urgently.

I began to stop thinking about the What If's and the Whens and I began to look ahead and wonder what was around the next turn.  I began to enjoy the moment and my curiosity returned, along with my hope that I would see something truly spectacular when I got around the bend. 

I never did see something spectacular around any bend that I walked past.  It was always just another bend that I saw.  Despite that I don't think my curiosity will ever diminish and I hope that my hope to see something truly spectacular around the next bend will never stop because sometimes its only my curiosity along with hope that keeps me going.

Now What

The past few weeks have been filled with a few notable events.  I finally finished my degree and convocated last week.  And I turned thirty.  And then I gave my notice to my landlord.  I just want to live in a place that I can feel I can spend the next two years at and provide a good home for my family.  

Right now I am living in uncertainty that I will find another place in this area, so my son can attend the same elementary school and where my dog will be allowed to live with us.  To complicate matters, I need to get away.  I need to leave Saskatoon.  I need to go somewhere new.  I need to explore, to experience, I need to travel.  So I'm packing everything up, and throwing it in storage, and hopefully before I leave, or when I get back I will be able to find a good place to live.

I feel like I'm playing Yahtzee and didn't like any of my dice, so I threw all my dice back into the cup and gave it a big, big shake.

And now I'm waiting for the dice to fall out to see what will happen.  All the while, I am suppressing the panic which wants to rise to the surface and cry out: What have I done?  

I just wish I could feel excited about the unknown.  Excited for the chance at new possibilities, the chance for a change, but there's something to be said about the safety and security of things that remain constant.

The End of A Birthday Week

Its the end of my birthday week. 

My favorite part was when some friends from university walked over to my work to drop off a birthday package.  Only, they neglected to tell me they were coming over.  Sure, they vaguely asked me if I was going to be at work, and so I replied: Sure, I'm going to be here all day.  Or something along those lines.  And then I promptly left and went out for lunch with some co-workers.

So they headed on over on a long long trek, through the blowing wind and snow, past the ferocious pack of dogs nipping at their heels, as they darted through a dark alley to get to my side of the university.

Okay, it wasn't snowing, it was just windy.

Oh, and the dogs are rather cute and were probably barking a friendly hello. No ferocious nipping of human ankles occurred to the best of my knowledge.

And the dark alley is actually a bicycle path.

But everything else about the trek is true, except the other parts I made up.

When my friends arrived at my work they found out I wasn't there.

So they left me a package and return wherst they came from.

And when I returned from lunch I received a call from the receptionist:  Some friends had stopped by at lunch and delivered a package.

What was this package?  I wondered. 

 Could it be a card?  After all, it is my birthday. . .  or perhaps its a birthday present . . . or could it be a bomb disguised as a birthday present?  Gosh!  They possibilities are endless.

I could not take the guessing and suspense any longer.  I dropped what I was doing and went upstairs to find out what was in this package.

To my delight I found out that they had dropped off the standard "Birthday Muffins from Tim Hortons - 12 Dozen Assorted Edition".

Well!  Imagine that!  I was delighted to find out that my three friends had travelled all that way to share this with me on my birthday.

But wait . . .  what is that little white dot that is in the muffin in the middle?

Let's take a closer look:

Why, it's the traditional candle in the muffin candle!

I went over at coffee time to partake in the above mentioned and photographed muffins with them.  And enjoyed every minute of their company.

toasted

On Saturday morning I made scrambled eggs for my son and I.  He was in charge of making the toast.  

He asked me what the dial for the toast color was all about.

So I told him that some people prefer the have their toast a little bit "toastier", hence making the toast darker.  (okay, I didn't use the word hence).

He mentioned that he had always thought it was slightly racist.

I wonder what else goes on in that head of his?

The Big Three-Oh

On Monday I turned the big three-oh.

I spent the better half of the month of May making this card and sending it out to a few good friends.  This is the outside, it is just a plain, blank card.

This is what the inside said:

Like my shameless plug about my blog?

I handed my cards out at work, dropped them off in mailboxes, and mailed them from Vancouver to Toronto, and a few places in between.

I thought it was funny.  Plus, it makes up for the three times in my life when we had to move on my birthday.  I still remember eating cake at a kitchen table with boxes piled up to the ceiling. 

Okay, probably not to the ceiling, I was only five or so at the time, but the pile DID seem really high. 

Sorry, back to my thirtieth.

I started off the day by singing happy birthday to myself on Facebook.  It went a little like this:

Happy Birthday to ME!

Happy Birthday to ME!

Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday,

Happy Birthday to MEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeee

Well, I'm happy to say that my card idea worked.  I received many birthday wishes.  I especially enjoyed the individual singing.  It seems to me that when only one person is singing happy birthday to me, they never finish the song.  I think they start listening to themselves sing and trail off when they realize how aweful they sound.  They usually end by apologizing at how horrible their voice is.  Don't tell them, but I enjoyed every song, horrible voice or not, I reveled in the attention.

So, I ended my big day by working late and as I was driving home I realized that I had locked my keys inside the house.  How could things go so terribly wrong in a few short hours?  I sure hope this isn't indicative of how the next few years are going to turn out!

What ever happens in the future, I hope I can have this much fun celebrating my fortieth:

With Love,

Becky