got to spend a day with nadia and lee at the hotel last weeken. was nice to leave our little mountain house in the cold north. here you can see us basking in the sun...
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
days of our lives...
got to spend a day with nadia and lee at the hotel last weeken. was nice to leave our little mountain house in the cold north. here you can see us basking in the sun...
Saturday, October 25, 2008
schooltime project!
with benji and alivn. we were trying to make numbers...i think they came out great! so flexible... yeah well they got bored after 3 but such a great project. ya'll at home should try. and we also did tracing your hand on the white board. they just love this especially erasing lots of times and making me do it again. we had alot of "fun" school with auntie julie as the real teachers were at the seminar for a week...so glad they're back
Friday, October 24, 2008
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
enough
If music be the food of love, play on;
Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
That strain again! it had a dying fall:
O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound,
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odour! Enough; no more:
'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
O spirit of love! how quick and fresh art thou,
That, notwithstanding thy capacity
Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there,
Of what validity and pitch soe'er,
But falls into abatement and low price,
Even in a minute: so full of shapes is fancy
That it alone is high fantastical.
Will you go hunt, my lord?
What, Curio?
The hart.
Why, so I do, the noblest that I have:
O, when mine eyes did see Olivia first,
Methought she purged the air of pestilence!
That instant was I turn'd into a hart;
And my desires, like fell and cruel hounds,
E'er since pursue me.
Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
That strain again! it had a dying fall:
O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound,
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odour! Enough; no more:
'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
O spirit of love! how quick and fresh art thou,
That, notwithstanding thy capacity
Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there,
Of what validity and pitch soe'er,
But falls into abatement and low price,
Even in a minute: so full of shapes is fancy
That it alone is high fantastical.
Will you go hunt, my lord?
What, Curio?
The hart.
Why, so I do, the noblest that I have:
O, when mine eyes did see Olivia first,
Methought she purged the air of pestilence!
That instant was I turn'd into a hart;
And my desires, like fell and cruel hounds,
E'er since pursue me.
Thursday, October 9, 2008
indreniko indreniko...
happy vijaya dashami! ra tihar ko shubakamana!! this time of year always makes me homesick :( just makes me wanna visit auntie chandi to eat the momo*(see first picture)....veg and non veg...kaana kasto chha?. fly the chaynga and jump on parals. kati raamo anita! thapai ko paral! deri raamo kaam. tara.......ali kati NILO chahinchha...(grabs her paper) ahhh nooo BK!!! (anita violently flails her arms). and of course play "ping"(see last picture). how fun!!! Seriously, you have not lived until you play PING over a clift at sunset. its the shiz. happy holidays.
Friday, October 3, 2008
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
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