My very first vlog!

Hey all. I'm currently sitting here with tonsils swollen to the size of Canada itself, very patriotic for our Canada day weekend. I feel like crap, but hey ho, here I go anyway. I shouldn't be allowed to blog in my current mental sick-for-a-week/frustrated-at-my-body state, but they don't have any rules about using the internet so hurrah. 

Jasmine posted a cool vlog about her accent, and I loved it. I thought that I would post a vlog with my accent too. I filmed it on Friday, when I suspected that I might have bronchitis, but now I'm thinking I have strep throat. Joyously on the long weekend, when all doctors, clinics, and pharmacies are closed. ANYWAY SHUT UP ABOUT BEING SICK FE GET ON WITH IT. 

SO HERE IS MY ACCENT! I hope you enjoy my southeastern Manitoba/Mennonite tinged accent. ALSO I apologize for my crappy webcam. I didn't know it was so crappy until I was done, and then I wasn't about to make it again. And I started talking before the camera started going. Sorry. I didn't say anything too important.



And here is the list of words that I read:
Aunt, roof, route, wash, oil, theatre, iron, salmon, caramel, fire, water, sure, data, ruin, crayon, toilet, New Orleans, pecan, both, again, probably, spitting image, Alabama, lawyer, coupon, mayonnaise, syrup, pyjamas, caught, orange, coffee, direction, naturally, aluminium, herbs.

And then some questions:
What is the bubbly carbonated drink called?
What do you call gym shoes?
What do you say to address a group of people?
What do you call the kind of spider that has an oval-shaped body and extremely long legs?
What do you call your grandparents?
What do you call the wheeled contraption in which you carry groceries at the supermarket?
What do you call it when rain falls while the sun is shining?
What is the thing you change the TV channel with?

And then a passage to read:
Please call Stella. Ask her to bring these things with her from the store: six spoons of fresh snow peas, five thick slabs of blue cheese, and maybe a snack for her brother Bob. We also need a small plastic snake and a big toy for the kids. She can scoop these things into three red bags and we will go meet her Wednesday at the train station.


I love to hear people's accents and voices, they usually sound so much different than I think they will. If you end up doing this, or have done it in the past, please let me know so I can watch!

Pioneer days.

Every year on August long weekend (which was this past weekend), the Mennonite Heritage Village here in Steinbach throws their Pioneer Days, which is 4 days of living like the old times. Volunteers come and do demonstrations with the old farming equipment, in the blacksmith shop, in the printery, and all these cool things that people used to have that we have no clue how to work now.

Last year I went with my friend Estela (see that post here) and this year Chris came with us. He has lived here for 12 years and he had never been to the museum before! Estela and I were both shocked. So obviously we had to go into every building for his sake.

This year there was also a flea market, which I don't recall ever happening before. There was a man running a stall with handcrafted pens and stuff like that (which were beautiful but I didn't have any cash *sad face*). he had a couple letter openers, and I picked one up, and he asked me if I knew what a letter opener was. We all kind of laughed at him. Do I know what a letter opener is. HA! I'm just that awesome.

Anyway, here are some pictures from our day there.

Some old writing utensils in the store.

Old handkerchiefs. So cute!

Barkman, represent!

They were just going to change the plates when we were in the print shop, so we didn't get to see them actually making anything. Boo.

More Barkman!

Some shots from inside the public school.

Estela felt the need to open all the car doors in the antique car display.

Chris wrote that.

We are so mature.

Da windmill! They actually grind flour there, and then the bread they sell in the restaurant is made from that flour. Yummy.

The grain thresher in action. You would not want to get too close to that thing - scary!

Estela was joking that she was going to get married on that island, and everyone would have to sit on the other side, so that they wouldn't be able to hear anything.

We found some super rad stuff at the antique sellers stalls!! I wanted those bookends and those glasses real bad.

The phone has an idea?

Winnie the Pooh and Christoper Robin and Piglet!!

Sweet camera Estela spied.

I am an Eskimo.

This pencil case was carved with a pocketknife! Can you believe that? It is so flipping intricate.

This is where you get the fresh bread. And awesome Menno food. We stood in line outside for about 20 minutes. It's that good.

Chris wants one of these constructed for him when he dies. So people will think he's epic or something.

Estela is milking an invisible cow. We are good friends for a reason.

YEAH  MENNONITE WOMEN REPRESENT!

Chris found a cane. He looks quite dapper indeed.

And... the windmill. (This year it uploaded right! Hurrah!)

If you ever come to visit me, please come the first weekend of August so that I can bring you to Pioneer Days.