I’m out of this world come with me to my planet
Get you on my level do you think that you can handle it?

CANADA DAY WEEKEND!!!
First off, I need to say THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU to the beautiful Miss Moffatt for letting us drunks use your house for the weekend. I know it was stressful, but I really appreciated the relaxing time away from the everyday. It was great to get up knowing that I had nothing to do but sit in a pool all day and drink with my friends. The Moffatt chateau was beautiful. It really shows a lot about a person when you see their roots. And this house had so much time and effort put into it to make it beautiful, it really reflected Trish's personality. She puts effort and hard work into her relationships and school work.

The weekend was great, we set off some fireworks in the park, drank until we were all silly, and laughed the entire time. I don't think anybody lasted the weekend without getting pruney hands.

Next weeks Adventures include a long ass drive to Huntsville, Sitting on the beach, and drinking till we can swim like the fishies.

I can't wait!
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You say you're a big boy
But I can't agree
'Cause the love you said you had
Ain't been put on me
I wonder If I'm just too much for you
If my kiss don't make you just Wonder
What I got next for you
What you want to do?

Take a chance to recognize that this could be yours
I can see, just like most guys that your game don't please
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New Week, New Lessons

Another week has gone by, and it feels like I'm overwhelmed by my committments. Work, school, baseball, family.. there is no order as to what comes first, they all used to just fall into place. Now I can't seem to find enough hours in the day to do everything.. and you know what is lacking, myself. I'm not exagerating. I have not had the time to even shave in the past 2 weeks. I have not got my hair cut since February. I look like a mess, I feel unhealthy, and my room is in need of serious cleaning.

As the majority of you know, My grandmother passed away a week ago yesterday and my world has been turned upside down since. I was thrust into a spinning whirl pool of family and friends mourning, funeral arangements and burial procedures. I spent all day Monday staring at my Grandmothers lifeless body praying that she would move and this would all be over. She looked beautiful, but like a wax figure. Her usually warm hands were cold and clammy, it was not a plesant experience. I only took 2 days off work because I'm so busy as it is and my tournament would suffer if I took more than that off.

Speaking of which, my golf tournament is on Wednesday and I'm so scared. I managed to recruit 3 girlfriends to be volunteers at the holes. That should go really well! Business men love young pretty ladies!! And let me tell you, these girls are the creme of the crop! I just feel a lot better knowing that people I trust are working for me, because I know the job will be done right.

My ball team is doing horribly. We're getting mercied at almost every game. Either we win or we lose horribly. We have so many injuries on the team that we're in danger of folding. This sucks. It's so hard to maintain a positive attitude when we're getting our asses kicked because we don't have enough girls to field a team or because half the girls on the field are hurt. It's getting to the point where I just don't want to play anymore. It's really not worth the pain and aggrivation. And we've officially pulled out of the London Tournament because only 6 girls can go. So on the good side, I guess I get another weekend to party!

I'm so excited for this weekend! O-dot here we come! Bikini's, babes, hot guys, lots of food and good drinks, good company and a wicked pool. Canada Day weekend just does not get any better than that! Oakville beware.. the loo crew is comin to town!

The LORD Is My Shepherd

Yesterday evening a great woman was taken from this earth. A school teacher, a monther to 8 children, a grandmother to 28, a great grandmother to 8 with one on the way. She was known for her humanity and the uncanny ability to remember everything that was important to each one of us. She was a kind hearted, good spirited Christian.
Shirlie Mae Kelly, Rest In Peace. I love you Grandma!

Psalm 23
The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
2 He maketh me to lie down in green [1] pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.
3 He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.
4 Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
5 Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest [2] my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever. [3]

Chelsea and Clay
Beautiful Beautiful Alberta

The things I do for my family... Friday morning, 4am to be exact, my father and I left Barrie for the Toronto Airport. We were on our way to Alberta to celebrate my cousin Chelsea marrying one of the greatest men I've ever met. I met Clay 3 years ago when I flew out to Alberta for my Nannie's funeral. He put up with the family, which by any means is not an easy task. He comforted all of the cousins even though he had just met us the day before. And he took me, an inexperienced 18year old out drinking with Rebecca, Chelsea, Rochelle and her boyfriend Steve. Well they succeeded in their mission of drowning our misery in vats of alcohol, and I succeeded in throwing it all back up multiple times, above 3 different provinces. That was the plane ride from hell. Rebecca and I finally made it back to our hotel around 4am. We giggled the entire way up the stairs, which I'm sure took us an hour to climb. I didn't have a key so we had to wake my parents up to let me in. I went to the bathroom to throwup again, and when I came out, my whole family was packing. It was 5am.

"Time to go Kel" my dad said, "The plane leaves in 3 hours"
For gods sake.. this must be some sick joke!


Needless to say, that was the plane ride from hell. Anyways, back to the real story.
So my father and I were headed out to Alberta, and I don't travel well.. So once again I found myself throwing up somewhere over Manitoba, but this time it wasn't from too much alcohol. I slept the entire 4 hour car ride from Edmonton to Jasper and woke up in time to point to a sign and tell my Dad we were here. He was not impressed. The cabins we were in were beautiful, this was mine, lucky number 13.

It was raining on friday, we had a BBQ at the chalet with the family and Chelsea and Clay's friends. That was fun except that my family is so bitter towards eachother. My Auts and Uncles hate eachother so much that they try to corner each others children to get information out of them. I don't do well with this so I left early claiming "I was too tired"


Saturday was beautiful. The sky was a bright blue, a couple puffs of white clouds scattered smongst the mountains. It was a beautiful day for a wedding. The wedding took place out on the balcony of the chalet with that gorgeous mountain view behind it.

Chelsea has never looked more beautiful. I was so proud of her. She made me cry just looking at her. She had on the most gorgeous dress I've ever seen. It is almost identical to what I have envisioned for my own wedding dress.


The whole weekend was a great get-away, but all that traveling made me very exauted. It's hard doing 24 hours of driving/flying in a 48 hour time span. It hardly leaves any time for sleep.

In addition to celebrating this occasion, we also celebrated the birth of baby Jack Robert Elliott. Jack is the son of my cousin Rochelle, Chelsea's sister, and Steve. He is a beautiful 3 week old baby boy. Congradulations Rochelle and Steve!!

Bring on the Booze

Buncha Jerks

Wipe Your Mouth, You Still Have A Little Bit Of Bullshit On It.

Today I am terrified. Terrified that I might fail. If I fail, I know I can take the test again, but what will that prove? That I need to do things twice to get it right?

Many of my friends have had to take this test more than once to pass. Some don't care. I care. Driving is what I love to do. It controls my life. I love to drive fast and slow, I love to drive with the windows down on a nice day, I love to drive standard, and I just love to drive- the freedom.

My test is at 1 today.. 2 hours to go. What if I get a grouchy old lady who doesn’t like my Jeep? Or what if I get somebody who doesn’t really care and doesn’t challenge me. What if I don't do it right because I'm too nervous? What if some jerk cuts me off? I'll just have to get back up on that pony and ride again- try it again.

Until then, I'm terrified.