the Unexpressed Advantage

Well the time has finally come. And it's been a long time coming. The following is the long-anticipated, much looked forward to, baby montage that I've been talking about for the last 10 weeks. Interestingly enough, during those last 10 weeks new babies are being born like every week! Which is part of the reason I've kept putting it off. Now that Kyle and Sarah had their baby however, I'm calling a cease-fire on all births until tonight at 10:00pm by which time this blog will be finished. So if you have a baby between now (8:49) and 10pm I have to tell you I'm sorry, but your baby isn't going to be on this baby montage or the next baby montage on this blog. Your baby has been disqualified because he or she broke the cease fire and now will have to stand trial for war crimes.

Since the internetic authority on the definition of "montage" is as follows A cinematic device used to show a series of scenes, all related and building to some conclusion it should be easy for you to see why I've referred to this constantly as a montage. It's going to be fun, and this will be the only time on the blog where you will see this many pictures of the blog author in one place. So single ladies, beware this post contains images of dan and babies and lots of images of dan holding babies. You probably better just move on and see what's going on here or maybe here.

And now that that's all settled, I present to you, without further delay:

"So, do you think Marsupsniks is really retiring?"

I was having a nice coversation with some colleagues when all of a sudden one of them threw out that phrase. I don't know who Masrapstalnik is or why he would be being trade, when it dawns on me…
...Oh yeah, I'm in Canada. I sometimes forget, but then I'll be in a conversation where three office workers, one who is a manger and a male, and two who are in completely different departments and are female start a conversation about somebody with some strange foreign sounding last name and they all know who they are talking about. This is not my experience of all things sports.

My favorite babies would totally beat up these babies. Anyway, if you know who the guy in the picture is, you totally win a prize

All's Quiet on the Northwestern Front

This is one of those weeks where all in my world seems to be filled with peace and free of trouble. Maybe I'm just feeling sentimental, maybe I'm on drugs. I'm not sure.

Top of the good news is that Jane and Dane are finally home with Ben and officially "out of the woods." Now I can go meet Ben and get my picture taken with him, and the baby montage will be complete and ready for posting.

I've learned a few things since moving here. One. Apparently starting your car and letting it run for 10 minutes before you drive anywhere is not the "most efficient" method for removing ice from your windshield. Apparently people use something called an "ice scraper". I don't have one of those, so I started using my trusty snowboard wax scraper, which seems to be working well and is completely available as I don't have a snowboard nor have I used one for several years. Two. "Freezing" is a really accurate, effective word. During the winter months (august-june) it's usually around 0 degrees celcius (freezing) at some point during each day. When you're outside and the temperature is freezing, you can really see how the word manages to capture the environment. You immediately are prompted to think, and or say, "it's freezing out here." Then you quickly apply that condition to yourself, "I'm freezing".

The President of my seminary today, in the opening chapel address to the students (which happened to be on the topic of Sabbath), first referenced the phenomenal story of Elijah on Mt. Carmel found in 1 Kings 18:16-40 and then spat out the following quote in summation,

"My God requires sabbath, but He never sleeps"

(this is in reference to the taunting by Elijah to the 450 prophets of Baal, whether their god was asleep)

Reflect.