Monday, January 29, 2007

My Passport Experiance

Well, as most of you know I am going on Mission Mexico in March and, like most things in life, I left getting my passport until pretty much the last minute. I went down on Friday and got there at 6:15am only to find out that 1) it was unlikely that I would make it in and 2) I forgot my birth certificate (hey going to bed at 2am and waking up at 5am is not very condusive to making you remember things). Seeing as it was 6:15 and it was unlikely I was going to get in, I decided the only thing left to do was to camp outside of Canada Place on Sunday night and get my passport application in on Monday morning. So, that's what I did. Kim (who was being the best sister ever and whom I owe very big) and I arrived at Canada Place at 1am and cozied in for the night. We were 43rd in line. It wasn't too cold of a night. We both snuggled down into sleeping bags and listened to some tunes. It was actually a rather pleasent atmosphere, everyone was talking to each other and holding eachother's place in line if they had to step out briefly (Kim had to use the washroom at around 3am so we trucked it down to a Tim Hortons). Even though it was a little cold, I think the weather could have been a lot worse because there was nothing falling from the sky and there was almost no advection of temperature (a fancy new expression that I learned for wind chill in my Continuum Mechanics class). However, it was increadibly nice when the doors to Canada Place opened up at 5:45am and we were able to wait inside. The office opened at 8am. Shortly before then we were greeted by a passport officer (custom officer?) with "Welcome to my nightmare". I was out of there by 8:45am after being informed that my passport should arrive in 4-5 weeks, which gives me a 1-2 week cushion before leaving for Mexico. I think it was definitly worth going down there that early. It was good to know that I was definitly going to get in that day instead of waiting all day in line just to find out that they are going to close without letting you in. This feels like such a big stress has been lifted off my shoulders. Now it's almost out of my hands whether or not my passport gets to me in time. But it was all worth it.

I want to set The story straight It's time to tell The truth I never could Have come so far If it were not For You You covered up my sin You covered up my silence You covered up my shame You made me new again It's all because of You... They tell me to Abandon You To make my dreams Come true So what am I Supposed to do? I only dream Of You You covered up my sin You covered up my silence You covered up my shame I am new again. ~Tree 63- All Because

Saturday, January 20, 2007

Horned Melon

Recently while at the grocery store, I was intriqued by this very bizzare looking fruit. It is called a Horned Melon. The outside looks so lovely and you expect to find a wonderful, juicy, suculent fruit on the inside. The inside is actually very gooey and filled with seeds. The general opinion of all who tried it (myself, Kim and Jon) was that it tasted like either a sour or a salty banana. It is a very bizzare taste experiance. I don't think it is one that I wish to repeat. The outside of the fruit however is very pleasent looking, so perhaps it can be decoration one day.