last night was the last time our 40 days of purpose home group met, and we had a potluck to celebrate. the week before, when we were discussing what everyone would bring, i said, "i'll do a casserole and maybe a plate of squares." everyone looked at me like i had just spoken in latin. one of the ladies asked, "what's squares?" i had completely forgotten about this canadian-ism! when josh and i had been married for a couple of months, i don't remember how, but somehow i talked about making squares, and he just kind of stared at me, and said, "what?" at the time, i thought that his lack of knowledge on what squares were had to do with him being a male and not the sort to be found busy in the kitchen. he, however, vehemently told me that he had never heard of anything like that before. so i quizzed him. "what do you call rice krispie squares?" apparently, they're called rice krispie treats down here. brownies and nanaimo bars are considered desserts. eager to prove him wrong, i got out every single cookbook i owned (all 4 of them) and looked in the indexes. sure enough, he was right. the only cookbook that had a section on "cookies and squares" was published in canada. yet another handy word that i'll have to dispose of *sigh*.
i was very much looking forward to meeting up with my friend leah at sea world last week. unfortunately, her grandma fell while at disneyland and shattered her knee. i felt so bad when i heard about what happened, on top of being rained upon for most of their week. i was terribly bummed to have leah so close, yet not able to see her, but am mostly bummed for her grandma. so please, say a little prayer for leah's grandma, who is having surgery and is in terrible pain.
leah and i met in grade 8, while both attending a little christian school (the kind of school where we wore kilts that we hiked up as high as we could and knee-high navy blue socks). she looked like the kind of girl you didn't want to mess with. she looked tough. but under that tough exterior, i soon found a tender heart with a wicked sense of humor. i guess we first became friends after i was invited to her 14th birthday party. she was going through her "i love bob" stage, and i can remember carefully applying lipstick along with the other girls, and then kissing her mirror, to make our marks. all of my highschool years are kind of blurred in my mind, but memories that stick out are staying up late playing cribbage in our tent, getting stranded on an island after her dad's boat ran out of gas, hitting every single photo booth in every single mall in the lower mainland, listening to live, counting crows, lisa loeb and soul asylum, line dancing in prince george and comforting one another through all the crushes and subsequent heart breaks we went through. in grade 10 i went to a different school, and leah followed me there for our grade 12 year. we felt a little like outcasts (people kept referring to leah as "the new girl" after she'd been there for an entire year) and later, when "romy & michelle's high school reunion" came out, we figured out that we were romy and michelle. except not as blonde. leah got married only 6 months after graduation, and started a family. i was sure that we would drift apart after that, but, 7 years after her wedding, she was a bridesmaid for me, just as i was for her. its amazing how our lives were so different from one another's for so long, and yet we are still friends. history like that is irreplaceable. love you, leek!
~heidi, aka romy
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