Laughter...

is the same in every country, in every language, and in every heart.
Laughter is of joy and of humour.
It has the power to make one smile and it has the ability to make one cry. It is of no mind, yet it has it's own mind.
Laughter feeds the soul.


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A story.

Dear Reader:

I have a story to tell you today. It is about the great unknown and the ability to accept that which is not yet known.

This story is not one that will make you cry or one that will make you laugh. It is precisely for information.

There was a child. She is no older than you or I, but is the perfect age.

This morning was a hard one for her. Although she knew of the task set before her, she was not sure she was prepared for it. There was stuff to be packed, goodbyes to be had, and one good au revoir to the bookshelf. She just didn't feel ready for it. Everything had come so quick this time and nothing was organized yet.

After a stressful half hour of packing too much stuff into the back of the little car, they were on the road.

There was a brief mournful goodbye directed towards the house of the much loved grandparents who had been lost in all the preparations and never received their much deserved goodbyes.

There was much laughter after the driver stated that all passengers should address a certain funny face towards the passengers of cars passing theirs.

There was embarrassingly loud, off key singing all around but neither passenger felt the need to be embarrassed because they were alone in the vehicle.

Finally, there was much distress and excitement. The distress was caused by a certain feeling that things could possibly not work out in her favour. The excitement was caused by the wonderful feeling that adventures lay ahead and she was going to be the one to embrace them, no matter what.

She was dropped off at the house with all her belongings and the reassurance that her brother would return soon with a friend.

What she didn't expect was the amount of people who were occupying the house at that moment. After introductions and a grand tour she was feeling better about her situation.

A shelf and mirror were installed upon her walls and she was left alone to evaluate her life.

She went to the mall with her brother and his friend and had a hard time keeping track of the brother.

She had a stressful time in the grocery store trying to collect her own items while apparently also collecting her brothers snacks.

She returned to her new little home after the mall and took some time to unpack her belongings. It didn't take long to get everything in it's place. Then she felt a little better about the situation. She sat down in front of the television to watch a show on Netflix.

Whilst in the middle of the first episode she was interrupted by the noise of her roommates. This is where things get interesting.

They brought in the groceries. At separate times they each approached her to ask if she had eaten supper or not. Then they each proceeded to tell her of the pasta with cream sauce that they would be preparing and if she would like to join them in eating it.

What she didn't know at the time is that those roomies are both culinary students and that the pasta tasted amazing. She thoroughly approves of the house choice.

After a day of stress and distress, excitement and enjoyment, she could safely say that things are much more put in place than they were when she awoke but fifteen hours earlier.

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Christmas Eve

Yesterday I finished 937.5 of my 520 hours of co-op. I began to pack up my things at 4:45, I made sure that my passwords and codes were all written down on a paper on my desk, and I exited the building one last time as a co-op student.
As it is Christmas Eve I have spent the day wrapping presents and listening to Christmas music, as it should be. A majority of the Christmas music we listen to in our house is Trans-Siberian Orchestra. The following is a quote from their album The Lost Christmas Eve.

In a stable
In a manger
In the cold winter's air
In the arms of his mother
A child's lying there

In a city
In a village
Though the years have gone by
The child still remains
With the dream still close by

And each year on this night that child reawakens
And each year on this night that hope rebegins
That the dream he has offered might one day be taken

For the sake of our brother
For the child who's forgotten
For the dream that is still lying there

Merry Christmas! this is t-bear signing off

Words

Hello, my name is Tessa.

I am a writer.

I like writing. Correction, I love writing. More specifically, I love words.

I love how they all fit together into a beautiful word casserole. So many letters creating a symphony of vowels and consonants woven amongst each other to become that which is based on syllables and sounds.

Words are like chocolate to me. I eat chocolate with my stomach, I eat words with my soul.

Without the beautiful creation of words I would not be able to sit down for a couple of hours some afternoons and read a book like I do.

For a book is just a combination of many words which make sentences and then paragraphs and chapters and novels. The beauty that is a novel is nothing without words. 

As I am a writer, I sometimes come upon a time which is called a block. It is something that creates a rather large wall between me and the thoughts that encourage writing. I cannot think of being a writer without having these brief blocks. I say brief because I would not be able to claim myself as a writer if a block were to become permanent, halting future writing all together.

If you are a writer, do yourself a favour and never stop that which you do for yourself. The inspiration that creates the writing derives from the love of writing.

 

4 days left, 6 days until, this is t-bear signing off

Proud New Parents

Tonight I went to my mentors house to make Gingerbread Nativity Scenes with her and her son. If you haven't yet had the chance to make your very own Gingerbread Nativity Scene then you should get on it. They are much more fun to make then those boring gingerbread houses. 

Bellow I have displayed the end result of my beautiful Gingerbread Nativity Scene.

 

And here are the very proud new parents.

On a completely different note, I would like all of you to know that I only have 10 more days left of office work until Christmas vacation. I am very sad to leave the office but I am also very excited to go back to school. 

I won't be homeless anymore, which is a bonus!

I am also happy to report that I am all enrolled in my classes and tuition is paid for. I even picked my elective with the strong influence of my mother. Here I come January 6!

16 days till Christmas! this is t-bear signing off

Books and Clothes

The good news is: I received three more books in the mail today. Thank you Black Friday sales!

The bad news is: I can no longer fit any more books on my shelf. It is just too full. I guess I'm going to have to purchase a new book shelf before I invest too heavily in the items that shall be placed upon such a shelf.

The other bad news is: I can no longer fit any more clothes on my hangers because for some reason I have run out of hangers.

The good news: I will be headed off to school in less than a month, and will then be moving a majority of those clothes out of my closet and into the one I will be using for the next four months.

Welcome back to the family Emma, this is t-bear signing off

Eternal Falseness of the Spotless Mind.

It is the first Sunday of advent and also the first day of December! For most of you I hope this means that the Christmas music can start, if it hasn't started already. I've been listening to Christmas music since the 19th of November.

After church we had a wonderful potluck to raise money for a computer program in a children's school in Ukraine. I thoroughly enjoyed the food and the conversation.

There are Christmas decorations beginning to appear in the sanctuary but there won't be a tree until later because we always have a real tree. Oh do I love Christmas.

Then another spectacular happening occurred when we returned home from church. There was a chocolate advent calendar sitting on my chaise. It's even a good Lindt chocolate advent calendar. Thanks Moma!

Hello world, it is I, Alex.

As it is the first of the month I had to turn the page on my Batman calendar that hangs on the fridge. I was sad because this is the last time I will get to change this calendar. I really enjoyed having that Batman calendar on my fridge. I guess this means it's time to start looking for another awesome calendar for 2014.

And now I leave you with a challenge:

Don't eat all your advent calendar chocolate on the first day!

 

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