Answer to Wordless Wednesday

I know all of you are anxious to know what the picture is that I posted (2 posts down) for Wordless Wednesday, like, 10 days ago. Art got the right answer.

This:


Is this:


I know, the picture isn't very clear, but I'm pretty sure you all can see that it's burnt toast. And, no, it's not my burnt toast. I won't tell you who's it is though. Because I promised my mom I wouldn't. :o Oops!

So congratulations Art! You win the satisfaction of knowing that you guessed correctly!

Just Hold On

Hey everyone. You may have noticed my absence in the last week and two days. It's been quite exciting around here, what with Art visiting and stuff. And stuff. There is "stuff" going on, but I'm not ready to post about it just yet.

For those of you who know me personally, you probably already know what's going on. And it's not like I can't post it on the internet because it's a secret. It's all very public already. But I just want to wait a bit.

I'm just dropping in to say I'm here, I'm okay, and I'm busy, and I'll get back to this soon, hopefully. Thanks all!

Wordless Wednesday: Guess What This Is!

Nnnnhg.......

**I think that's how you spell the sound of whining.**

I. Am. SOOOOOOOOOO exhausted! I guess that means that I am terribly out of shape, because I didn't do an extreme amount of physical recreation this weekend, but it wiped me out! I have been sore and sleepy all day today. Very difficult to concentrate on work today, and today is my busy day! No bueno! (That's Spanish for "no good.")

Okay. Trying to get myself motivated to do some more work. Thank goodness there is only one hour left in my day. Here I go!

Yurts

I'm back from my young adults weekend at Minaki Yurts in Minaki, ON. I hope you clicked the link to the website, because I could not explain what a "yurt" is to save my life. I don't know if the website explains it either, but at least you can see what I'm talking about.

Anyway. It was fun, and I'm tired, and sore, I'm in the middle of doing a ton of laundry, so I'll post about the weekend tomorrow. Wait, make that Tuesday. I can't post at work tomorrow (as I often do) because Mondays are usually my busiest day. And I can't post later on in the evening because I have to clean the house for when Art gets here.

Three days and two hours! Okay, I'm exhausted, so that's it for this post.

Yurt!

Blah Blah Blog

Ain't much going on here. I like using the word "ain't", by the way. I don't care how incorrect it is.

I won't be around this weekend to post any fascinating thoughts or stories (like I usually do :p ) because......I am going to Minaki Yurts! With the young adults from my church. We will play in the the snow, stay in those funny-looking cabins (which are a bit primitive), eat whatever we decided to bring to feed ourselves for a day and a half, have some worship, and just have a good time!

I'm a tiny bit hesitant, just because it's different, and I am not generally one of these adventurous, love-to-try-new-things type people. I'm also afraid of being cold. I'm can be such a wuss sometimes. Other times, it's like, "Yeah, I can pee in a bush, it's not a big deal."

I also heard a rumor that their showers are nothing to get excited about, so we might be going au naturelle. That should be fairly interesting.

The girls are staying in the Bunkhouse Yurt, and the guys are staying in Blueberry. I think the girls' yurt is probably nicer. Go figure. And apparently, there's a sauna! So....yeah!

I'm not entirely sure how to prepare for this weekend, which would normally mean pack a little of everything, but I don't want to look crazy! We'll only be gone for two nights.

So that's about it. Hey, did I mention that Art is going to be here in exactly six days? Yeah. He's going to be here in six days. He's coming out for Easter, and I'm SO EXCITED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D

I'm taking an extra day and half off of work so I can spend more time with him. Also, I want to use up my vacation days from work before I go into the west (Lord Of The Rings nerd reference). I'll still have enough days to fly out and see Art in May. Okay, that's all folks! I'm going to start packing!

Engagement Pictures

These would be the engagement pictures I promised ya'll. (Taken Christmas Day in my yard by my mom).







My mom sent in one of these pictures to a local paper. If you read the Carillon news, look for our engagement announcement within the next month or so.

Some Meme Thing

1. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? No, but my sister is. I'm a tiny bit jealous. But at least my parents gave my name a cool spelling. How many J-E-N-E-N-E 's do you know?

2. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? Yesterday. Because I watch this video, like, all the time. Just go read their blog, if you don't already know them. I can't imagine anyone not loving them and their story.

3. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING? Not really. It's not girly. But it's legible.

4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT? I confess: I'm partial to pig. Local farmer sausage, bacon for breakfast, and smoked ham on my sammiches. (That's what Art and his friends call them. They have a whole boys-only club dedicated to how much they love it when girls make them "sammiches.")

5. DO YOU HAVE KIDS? Nope. Ask me again in a few years.

6. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU? I hate this question. If were another person, I don't know what kind of person I would be, therefore, I don't know what kinds of friends I would have. So there.

7. DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT? I'm just gonna give a straight answer and say that I use sarcasm regularly.

8. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS? Yes, and I'm very thankful that I have never had to go through the experience of tonsillitis and having them removed.

9. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP? No, never. I would go skydiving though (tandem). How odd is that? I think that bungee jumping is more scary.

10. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL? Cheerios. I rotate my cereal a lot, but I'll always come back to this one. It's great with milk, but I also eat them dry, by the fistful.

11. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF? Depends which shoes. Not my new boots. They look complicated, but they zip off real easy-like.

12. DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG? Physically: not anymore. I was stronger working at Subway, or at a window factory, because I did a lot of heavy lifting there. Emotionally: I'm sensitive and I cry easily, but I'm also very level-headed, and I deal well with change.

13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM? I am woman, therefore I need chocolate, but when it comes to ice cream, it's Oreo all the way.

14. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE? I don't know. My observations of people and the subsequent conclusions happen so fast that I can't break it down into steps.

15. RED OR PINK? I need more pink in my life. I like the colour, but you would never know it by being around me. And my wedding colours are red and white. So I guess the answer is red.

16. WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF? Physically: my teeth. I would be far too willing to pay far too much to have the whitened permanently. And otherwise: I have trust issues, and I'm glad I've recognized it, but overcoming it is slow-going.

17. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST?

18. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO SEND THIS BACK TO YOU? Sure! That would be cool. But I promise I'll keep reading your blogs even if you don't.

19. WHAT COLOR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING? Light wash jeans, and no shoes. But my socks are navy blue.

20. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE? Chicken.

21. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW? Relient K, "May The Horse Be With You"

22. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE? Periwinkle. Not only is it a beautiful soft colour, but it even sounds cool.

23. FAVORITE SMELLS? Art's skin. And new books. And the air just before it rains, and just after it rains. And that smokiness in the fall when farmers are burning their crops. And sweat peas.

24. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE? Art.

25. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU? Yes. She is one of my favorites on my blog roll, and I look forward to reading her blog everyday.

26. FAVORITE SPORTS TO WATCH? I don't like sports. But I'll watch football live, it's actually quite interesting, even if I don't really know what's going on.

27. HAIR COLOR? Brown.

28. EYE COLOR? Brown, with a hint of green (thanks Dad). Me and my Sage eyeliner go very well together.

29. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS? Yes, I have terrible eyesight. (Again, thanks Dad).

30. FAVORITE FOOD? Oh boy. Subway (I will never get sick of their food, even though I worked there for 4.5 years). I also love poutine, from either A&W or New York Fries.

31. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS? Happy endings. I HATE scary movies. I absolutely refuse to watch them. This nearly became a problem once upon a Saturday night...

32. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? Oh boy. I actually haven't watched a movie in a while. I think Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring, and that was a few weeks back. (And no, those movies are NOT scary. And yes, I am a complete nerd).

33. WHAT COLOR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING? Purple/burgundy-ish

34. SUMMER OR WINTER? *sigh* You know, there isn't one place on this earth that has perfect weather all year round. So living here in the prairies, our summers are so very hot and humid, and our winters are insanely cold and dry, and in the summer there are mosquitoes, and in the winter the pretty snowfall makes for dangerous driving. So I'm going to say I like late spring. It's just warm enough, flowers are just beginning to bloom, trees finally have leaves, but there are no mosquitoes, and no deathly humidity.

35. HUGS OR KISSES? From everyone else, hugs. But with Art......;)

36. FAVORITE DESSERT? Cheesecake. With cherries.

37. MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND? Maybe my sister. But only maybe.

38. LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND? People who don't read this blog.

39. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW? Velvet Elvis by Rob Bell. Oh people. There are all sorts of Christian books, and then there is this one. This isn't your typical Christian book, which is why you should all read it. And don't worry, it isn't about velvet, or Elvis.

40. WHAT IS ON YOUR MOUSE PAD? The name of one insurance company my dad sells insurance for. And he sells for A LOT of companies.

41. WHAT DID YOU WATCH ON T.V. LAST NIGHT? Cold Case. I pretty much don't watch tv, but this is my new favorite show, even though it's not that new. I intend to watch it regularly.

42. FAVORITE SOUND? When I answer the phone and I hear Art say, "Hey babe." After that, I love the sound of acoustic piano. Claire de Lune by Claude Debussy is my absolute favorite classical piece ever. I'm such a nerd! :) (You don't have to watch the video, but please listen to it. It is perfection).

43. ROLLING STONES OR BEATLES? Beatles, I guess. But I don't really know either that well.

44. WHAT IS THE FARTHEST YOU HAVE BEEN FROM HOME? Mazatlan, Mexico. That was one amazing vacation. But at some point in my life, I would love to say that I've been off this continent.

45. DO YOU HAVE A SPECIAL TALENT? I sing. Not that it is special, because lots of people sing. And I am one of them. I also have a better-than-average memory.

46. WHERE WERE YOU BORN? Winnipeg, MB.

47. WHOSE ANSWERS ARE YOU LOOKING FORWARD TO GETTING BACK? Anyone who actually does this!

48. WHAT TIME IS IT NOW? 8:45pm

If A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes...

...then what is a nightmare?!

I'm sure every bride can attest to this: at some point between getting engaged, and the big day, you have at least one (if not more) dream about your wedding; and it's almost never a good dream. Why does that happen anyway?

A lot of people would probably chalk it up to stress, but what if that bride isn't stressed? Why do we dream bad things about our wedding? Why can't it ever be a good dream? Should I start this blog off with a whole bunch of questions??????

So I've had two such dreams. The first one was not long after we got engaged. Wanna hear about it? Good, because I'm gonna tell you anyway.

The only thing I remember about this dream is that I'm holding onto my daddy's arm, and he's starting to walk me down the aisle. But I've only taken about two steps into the sanctuary, and I realize, to my complete horror, that I had forgotten to choose some music, so there is absolutely NO MUSIC playing as I'm walking! (That actually happened to a bride recently, and obviously, they still got married. It's not the end of the world).

But in my dream I was horrified. I was even more horrified to see that people didn't even care: they were still milling around and talking! Nobody had taken their seats yet, and I was so shocked and embarrassed and hurt. Then I woke up, and I was very relieved.

But last night. Last night was not some short little dream about no music. My dream last night went on and on, and so many terrible things happened, and it was truly a nightmare. Although, as the day has gone by, it's becoming more and more funny to me. So get ready to hear about my crazy wedding dream. Keep in mind that my dreams pretty much never EVER make sense.

The wedding ceremony went just fine. The dream really begins after Art and I have walked back down the aisle as husband and wife. As soon as we get to the back of the church, I let go of his hand, turn around, and march up to the front again. I grab a mic, and I start calling out people's names, so that they can come up and I can hand them a thank-you card. (Weird, I know). I hold out a card, but even before I say the name on it, someone sitting in the front gets up and takes it, thinking it's for herself.

I was a little bit taken aback, and embarrassed, because I hadn't even invited her to the wedding, so she was never going to get a card, but I couldn't very well take it back from her either. Also, the card she had taken was actually for a celebrity who had attended our wedding. So now this celebrity wasn't going to get a card, and that was very, very bad. (Did I mention my dreams don't make any sense?)

Then somebody else that I didn't invite to the wedding randomly comes up to me and gives me a hug. I actually went to high school with her, and I really like her, but I'm not close to her, so she wasn't invited. But she was there, and she walked up to me while I'm standing at the front, handing out cards, and gives me a big hug.

And keeps hugging me. And hugging me. And she's crying because I'm leaving. And I'm slightly touched, and then I'm slightly creeped out because she won't let go. I start trying to convince her that she'll be okay, and that she has to stop hugging me.

Then suddenly, I'm in the building where we are going to have our pictures taken, and have the reception. In reality, this building isn't terribly huge. The main features are their ballrooms/conference rooms, and the large atrium they recently built. But in my dream, the building is huge, with many huge rooms and halls.

So I'm there, running around, trying to find the wedding party, and my family, because we are late for starting pictures. I finally find the wedding party, lounging at a few tables in the reception room.

One of my bridesmaids pulls me aside and informs me that, apparently, I was so eager to give out the cards at the ceremony, that I forgot to kiss my husband! You know, when the officiant says, "You may now kiss the bride," and then the happy couple kisses. Yeah, I had failed to do that. I had completely forgotten!

I felt TERRIBLE, so I rushed up to Art, apologizing, begging him to forgive me, and pleading with him to kiss me right then and there, to make up for the ceremony. But he was MAD. So that didn't go over well.

I was so upset that I ended up driving home. I went down to my room and started sobbing at how the whole day was going so far, and then I realized another awful thing: I was wearing boots under my dress! My winter boots!! So I took those off to put on the flip flops I had always intended to wear, and I looked at my feet and hands then: I had also forgotten to get a manicure and a pedicure, so now everyone would be staring at my very ugly finger nails and toe nails!

I got even more upset, and then my cell phone rang. (I don't actually have a cell phone.) I answered it, and it was Art. He said he was looking for me, because everyone was ready for pictures. Then he asked if was going to be okay, and I thought about it, and then I said, "Yeah, I guess I will be okay. Yeah, I think I'll really be okay!"

I was going to be okay because I had started to wake up and realized that it was just a dream. When I was fully awake, I just lay there and didn't know whether to laugh or cry or turn over and go to sleep. I kind of felt like crying, probably because I had been crying in my dream, but I ended up going back to sleep. It was still quite early!

So is that not the most ridiculous dream? I wouldn't say that I'm stressed right now. I was stressed a little while ago, but now that the invitations are done, I can relax again. And I can safely say that I'm not worried about any of those things happening. Which is why it's probably alright to dream about them. If I had a bad dream about something that is truly worrying me, that would only make it worse!

So, should I end this blog off with a question?

No More!

So. Let me tell you about the weather. Because don't you know that weather is the Number One conversation starter? And did you know that someone from around here recently interviewed a man who lives WAY north of us? Like, way up in northern Nunavut?

And the guy being interviewed said that he felt SORRY FOR US?! Apparently, it gets colder down here near the Canadian/US border than it does at the North Pole! Do you know how extremely sick and wrong that is????

So, like I said, today's weather report. As I am typing the this, the temperature outside is -26. Celcius. (or -14 for the Fahrenheit lovers). But there's always that pesky wind. Which makes it feel like it's -37 Celcius. (or -34 Fahrenheit).

But it's warming up! Do you know how I know this? Because theweathernetwork.com told me that last night it was -29C (or -20F), and the windchill made it feel like -39C (or -38F). So from last night to this morning, it's gone up 3 whole degrees! (Can you detect the thick sarcasm?)

And just in case Mother Nature has forgotten, IT'S MAAAAAAAAAAAARCH!!!!!!!!!!!!

Okay, okay, I'm sorry. I'm done freaking out now. Carol Burnett called: she wants her temper tantrum back. (Watch the clip at about 4:50)

One Year Old

I almost forgot to tell you - yesterday was my One Year Blogiversary!! I hesitantly started this thing on March 5, 2007, and here we are, one year later, stronger than ever. I just want to say thanks to anybody out there who takes time to read this. It means a lot to me (even if you don't comment). But you should comment. Commenting is good for your health ;)

Of course, I'm one to talk. I do more than my share of lurking around other people's blogs. But I'm trying to change. Honest! Anyway, happy blog birthday to me!

Should I Stay Or Should I Go?

I'm what you would call an introvert. I like my peace and quiet, I like my space, I like being alone sometimes. I don't like being busy, and I don't feel the need to socialize a lot. For all you extroverts, you'd probably call me a hermit.

But that's okay. I am just fine being me. (That's what my blog is called, after all.) But of course, I still need friends, and I still need to go out every once in a while.

So let me tell you about Saturday. I LOVE Saturdays. It's my one day to do whatever I want. I can sleep in and not set my alarm. I don't have to wear nice clothes, or put on make-up, or do my hair. I can just relax. Be lazy. (I obviously don't have kids.) This past Saturday wasn't any different.

I got up late, I showered, I ate something, and then I decided to work on invitations. Not long into that process, I got a phone call from my friends. They were going out, and I was invited! And that's when I start arguing with my introverted self. I know I have friends, I know I haven't hung out with them much, but at the same time, how badly do I actually want to go out? I could come up with a few very good excuses as to why I wouldn't go with them.

But I told myself that I should just go out. Put that hesitancy aside. It could be fun! Normally, that's the way it turns out. At the beginning of the evening my inner hermit is begging to be hermit-y, and by the end of the evening, I'm glad I went out! But as far as this last Saturday is concerned, my inner hermit was probably right. For once.

Clue #1 That Maybe I Should Have Stayed Home: The phone call came not long before we were meeting together, which means that I had to get out of lazy Saturday mode and actually make myself presentable, and I didn't have a lot of time to do it.

Clue #2: Those invitations really needed to get done, me and my very helpful mom had just got started, and now I was going to leave her to continue on her own. Not very nice of me.

Clue #3: The activity for the evening was dinner and a movie. I was fine with the dinner part. But not the movie part. Now, I like movies. Especially cheap movies. But I absolutely refuse to see I Am Legend. Go on and tell me how amazing that movie is. I saw the preview, I was scared, and I don't like scary movies. I WILL NOT SEE THAT MOVIE.

Guess which movie they wanted to see. Yup. Since I don't have a car, I was at the mercy of whoever gave me a ride. If everybody was going to see that movie, then I had to as well. (At this point, I was really hoping that at least one person would agree to see a safer movie with me.)

Clue #4: We couldn't agree which restaurant to go to. These negotiations took a while, and it was a bit of a battle between the really opinionated people, and the really hungry people who didn't care. And there were eleven of us. Finally someone just made a decision, and we were off.

Clue #5: We had a bit of a time figuring out rides, then someone got lost, then we almost didn't get into the restaurant because we didn't make reservations, then we ended up sitting at two tables (which were thankfully side by side).

Clue #6: One of my friends who came along wasn't feeling well. Which isn't a problem, in and of itself. I'm not afraid of germs or anything (Misophobia for those who want to know). But considering the next factor....

Clue #7: Said unwell friend is a bit comparable to Anne of Green Gables. Yes, she's chatty, but what I really mean is that she doesn't always think before she says or does something. Like, going to a restaurant when you're not feeling well. I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm a bit of a baby when I'm not well. And it just seems like clear logic to me, that if my stomach doesn't feel great, I'm not going to go to a large public place full of food! And even if I did go, I certainly wouldn't order anything to eat. Which she did.

Clue #8: Unwell "Anne" is also a bit of a dare devil, no matter what state of health she's in. Our table ordered a basket of bread, and it came with a mixture of oil and vinegar to dip the bread in. Very delicious. With the bread, that is. I know for a FACT that it does not taste good all by itself.

But, someone decided to dare her to drink the oil and vinegar. Thankfully she turned it down. Then he proceeded to offer her money to drink it. At this point she briefly considered it, then turned it down. AND THEN he offered her MORE money to drink it! By this time, I'm practically glaring at him for doing that, and I'm begging her not take him up on his offer.

I think pulling a Survivor/Fear Factor food-eating contest at a restaurant is so gross. I think it's gross anyway, but especially at a restaurant. I'm there to enjoy my food, and these sort of antics make that difficult to do. So I keep telling her not to do it, it's not a good idea, she will regret this.

But her wheels are turning, cuz she's going to get $10 if she does this. Then she tips the plate toward her lips and I yank up my napkin to cover my face so I don't have to watch. (Did I mention that she was sitting right beside me?)

Clue #9: Survivor/Fear Factor Unwell Anne likes attention. Duh. I mean, why else would she eat gross food? So now that she's done doing that, she has to do something else keep people fixated on her. So not two minutes after she downed the bread dip, she starts complaining that she doesn't feel good. I think I stopped caring right about then.

"Gee, you're not feeling well to begin with, so you decide to go to a restaurant, order food, then eat something gross, and now you're suddenly feeling worse? Are you surprised by this? Because I saw this one coming a light year away." (No, I didn't say this out loud. These were just my thoughts.) Her running commentary on how unsettled her stomach was continued through the rest of the meal.

Clue #10: I started feeling a little unwell myself. I wasn't actually terribly hungry when I got there, so I just ordered the soup and salad. The soup arrived right around the same time as Miss Anne was drinking oil and vinegar, so eating that didn't feel quite as nice as I had hoped. And then my salad. Oh, my salad.

Ya'll, this salad could have fed our whole table. It was HUGE!!!!! I have never seen so much food piled on one plate for one person. I started off not completely hungry, then heard puke stories from Anne Girl (before we even got our food), then witnessed a little Food Fear Factor, then ate soup. So I was not even hungry AT ALL when my monster salad arrived. I was starting to think to myself, "I'm dishing out money for this experience? Not cool..."

Clue #11: Our movie theater plans were a bust because dinner ended too late. So then it was decided that we should rent a movie instead. Of course, eleven people deciding on a restaurant is one thing. Eleven people deciding to rent a movie? Not happening. Again, someone just ended up picking a movie, and people had to be okay with it. I offered to have everyone over to watch the movie at my place.

Clue #12: Lady Anne experienced a little deja vu. As in, she revisited her food. As in, she threw up. In the parking lot of the restaurant. Four times. (By the way, she didn't even eat ANY of her meal.) I feel bad for whoever parked beside her car. Thankfully, I was in a different vehicle. That was the one part that went right in this whole evening.

Clue #13: We rented the movie (all four of us that were in the same car), came over to my house, and waited for half an hour for six other people who never showed up. They eventually called and said they suddenly didn't feel like watching a movie. I was more than fine with that, as my good attitude had kind of reached its limits. But I feel really bad for the guy who wanted to rent the movie: people ditched on him two weekends in a row. Very uncool.

And finally, Clue #13 That Perhaps I Should Have Stayed Home On Saturday Night: Art and I had a bit of miscommunication, which usually leads to confusion and hurt feelings, which leads to having to make up late at night. We had both been really busy the entire week, so we hadn't had much more than 2-minute conversations here and there.

He didn't call me Saturday afternoon, so I assumed he was at work (which is a reasonable assumption). I emailed him at work to tell him that I was going out for the evening. He called after I left, wanting to talk to me, and he was a bit miffed that I hadn't told him that I was going out, because he wasn't at work, so he didn't get the email, so I should have called. But I didn't call because I thought he was at work because he didn't tell me he wasn't working, but I emailed him, but he didn't get it.......you get the picture. (And don't worry, we made up, it's all good).

Sometimes, it's good for introverts to go out and be around people. But for once, the recluse in me was right: I really shouldn't have gone out on Saturday. I would have saved myself $27, for starters.

I just know that if I hadn't been there, I would have heard about the whole thing on Sunday morning, and I would have thought to myself, "Boy, I'm glad I stayed home!"

Wordless Wednesday: What Signs? (2)

Miss You

(High School Grad 2003)

Adam Poirier: November 21, 1984 - March 3, 2004.

Rest in peace, Adam.