Cochabamba

Now if you read the title of this post and though that this would be a post about a really cool new dance technique that I have acquired, sadly you are mistaken. However, if I do learn a new/unreal move, you will all be the first to know through some hilarious pictures.

Cochabamba is a city in Bolivia where I will be spending my reading week. I am going with 12 young adults from a local church called The Embassy. We are working at an orphanage for girls who are between the ages 3-15 and also in a home for 0-5 year old boys and girls. The organization is called Ninos Con Valor (or Kids with Value in our native tongue). We are running different activities with the kids during the time we spend there. We are also building a laundry house for the facility. This is something that has been a serious need at NCV for the past few years and our team is really excited to help fulfill this need.

Now I know a lot of you are checking over the records in your brains trying to figure out where exactly Bolivia is (and don't tell me some of you are not, people have confused Bolivia for Bulgaria, Bosnia, Borneo etc). Well Bolivia is in South America, and in fact, neighbours Brazil. Just take a quick look for yourself, the "A" is Cochabamba (a beautiful city surrounded by huge mountains). As you can also tell, it is landlocked: no access to the coast. There are some pretty crazy things going on there politically and socially. Water privatization is a huge issue there and corporations pretty much own water that falls down as rain. I am really excited to learn more about the situation in Bolivia as I go and experience it first hand.

Our team leaves on the 17th and your prayers for safety would be much appreciated! Also, if you are thinking, "Wow this is really cool Jer!" and want to help us out, come out to Boston Pizza (by Connestoga mall) this Monday the 7th between 5 and 9pm. If you have a special coupon that I will give you upon request, 10% of your bill will go to support our teams project in Bolivia. NOW THAT'S WHAT I CALL A WIN WIN SITUATION! FULL STOMACH AND A HELPING HAND! I will also be writing a blog post for each day that I am there (if I have the ability to with the internet down there) so be sure to keep in touch when the time comes.

Thanks for reading!

The purpose of life is not to be happy - but to matter, to be productive, to be useful, to have it make some difference that you have lived at all. ~Leo Rosten

New Years Resolution Solution Pt. 1

so if you've been reading our blog (or have read back to January 1st) you may recall our new years post in which Jer and I stated resolutions for one an other. One in particular involved Jer resolving that he would love if i adopted any sort of musical interest or ability.

well Jer, get your drumsticks ready good buddy.

i have found quite a promising lead. Click here.

Ambition

I think ambition is my favourite word. It encourages hard work and effort. everyone who has ever been great at anything had it. it inspires success, and motivates the person who feels it.

its just a great concept. and it can refer to anything; big, small, sports, music, academics, anything.

so go find ambition. or keep it if you have it.

enjoy success,

jamie&jer

It was a normal day like any other...

It was a normal day like any other. I had just run into Jer, Tim and Jennie in the Business building, and was off to class. On the way home i took the long route that kept me entirely indoors, and in doing so, i got into that mode. that Head-down-oblivious-too-everything-BBM mode. Untill suddenly i felt the necessity to pee. so i took a sharp left into where i knew the bathroom to be.

As i walked into the bathroom i can remember the feeling of distinct appreciation for the cleanliness and pleasant sent of this particular washroom. and as i contemplated the possible reasons for the magnificence of this restroom, it was then our eyes locked and my heart sank... me and a female. WHAT HAVE I DONE. i walked into the girls bathroom? this couldn't be!? so i took several steps back and looked at the door.. Ewwwwwwww. I was standing in the girls bathroom. and just like that, my 9 year, 6 month, and 13 day streak since that dreaded day back in grade 5 was over. I can still remember that day vividly, As the high pitched chants "Jamie is an Amy! Jamie is an Amy!" still ringing through my head. kids can be cruel.

new streak since accidentally walking into a Women's Washroom: 00 years 00 months 00 days 03 hours.

Heist

qualifying as easily the stupidest genius idea ive had in ages, let me tell you a story.

my wheelie desk chair in my dorm room has been broken for almost a month now, and all the while sitting on this now wobbly stool without a backrest- Ive been scheming a way to get a new one.

it was only recently, while i was chillen with Murray in the concourse, did the most genius idea fall into my head. we were going to heist a desk chair from the concourse computer lab. to be returned at the end of the year of course, i just need it for my res room in little house.

so we got to scheming.

Murray, paranoid about the camera's, persisted to me to come up with a clever plan to evade capture, so that is exactly what we did. we would set in place an alibi in case of capture as a reason for why we were "borrowing" laurier's ITS property. we planned an entire rigamarole in which i would convincingly fake an ankle injury conveniently directly in front of the surveillance camera in the SBE building. the next step to this ploy was to hobble (with murray's assistance) down the hall, until it would appear that i can go no further, this happens, conveniently right outside the computer lab. murry from there would wheel me out on one of these chairs, and we would bring it home scotch-free.

with what appeared to be a flawless plan i know what your thinking. how could any of this possibly not work.

well the injury plot was executed to perfection and we were making our way out the building- myself talking about how great of a plan this was, and Murray telling me how unlikely this was going to work, and how bad of an idea this was. he did however, credit our level of preparation, and effort. by the time we got out the doors, i was slightly annoyed by his paranoia. he did have a point that the four obviously wheel tracks in the snow was kind of suspect. but when he told me there was cops. I got fed up and turned (actually swivelled) around to tell him to relax.... WEEEOOOOOW. (siren noise) And thats when the cops showed up. So this is where our hoodwink really takes off. i gave my ankle a quick Indian burn (for effect), and the officers got out of the squad car. "can we help you boys?"

no officers actually... This is where we described the flim-flam plan we prepared as our alibi.

hook, line and sinker, the officer took bought it and were actually quite helpful offering to drive us straight to our door. its cold out so why the heck not. i insisted that i would be ok on my own, i hopped inside and we finally burst with laughter. dodged a close one there. but with not real malicious intent, i would qualify that as a good night.

its just a shame that still im writing this sitting on a wobbly busted excuse of a chair.

lessons learned: when i said: "Murray chill! its not like there's i guy sitting in a room looking at dozens of screens monitoring the campus. this isn't the movies"

well i learned there is that person, and that room, and those dozens of monitors. more importantly i learned that he or she is very good at their job.

lesson #2 learned: just pay $80 dollars and buy a chair you can own you dummy.

lesson #3 learned: if an idea your claiming is a great, can also be considered a scheme, hoodwink, gambit or heist. its probably not great. its probably stupid.

Dooleys

The other night we had a few great friends down staying with us. Such great friends in fact that I think they deserve a name drop: Adam Willms Charles and Krug. We went for dinner at Wilfs, and then later in the night we headed to Dooleys for a few rounds of pool where we met up with Jen and Andrea. We snapped a couple candids and they basically speak for themselves. We learned that Jeremy's hair goes fire red when he is about to sink a shot...
...and we also learned that Jamie is quite the instructor...

Change in Plans.

So for those of you who have been followers of this blog, I dropped a fairly large bomb on my parents the other week. This here is Heather and you should all know at least a little about this story by now(click if you don't). We had these grand plans that I thought were so amazing but it seemed as though she had a different view on the matter. Anyways, she came to Laurier the other day and I must describe this picture to you as there are many intricacies that you may not have noticed. First of all, it appears as though it is a happy scene. My face is filled with joy and my eyes with wonder. The words that Heather just spoke were: "Jeremy. I lied on my blog. I love RV's." Naturally one would think that this bodes well for a small town boy with an RV. However, notice the solemn expression on Heather's face. I should have noticed it the moment I saw her. You see Heather lives in B.C., where used RV's are bountiful and usually built after 1979. The words she spoke next cut deep into my heart, (please read as though you are watching a soap opera).

"Jeremy. I lied on my blog. I love RV's... BUT, Jerry bought a better RV and he lives in BC." "Heather, who is Jeremy? I am Jeremy?"
"No Jer. Jerry. He has a business degree from Ivey, your rival school, and plays drums in this awesome band who is just about to get signed to a major record label. Oh... and I'm sorry Jer but.... he has dreads twice as long as yours. He is basically you... just better."

This is about the time where you look to the bottom left corner of the picture. I had Jamie with me for moral support, but as you can see, he is as shocked as he was useless. With these words, Heather got up at marched confidently out of McDonalds, never to be heard from again.

foose.

"Fostering skill, Accuracy and Timing; It's not just a game, its a way of life"

- Giuliano Bentivoglio 2010 ITSF world champion.

what is the significance of this quote? and who is this Spaniard? ...please allow me to explain:

Not since pokemon in grade 6, or the frisbee summers at camp, never has someTHING more consumed my life. currently the addiction is fooseball. i could stop anytime i want, i just don't want to. it's safe to say I play everyday, (1-3 hours) and especially during exam time- me and Murray had a standing fooseball challenge every night a 2am. we did this for literally 6 days straight. fooseball is fantastic. With enjoyment comes repetition, and with repetition comes passion, and with passion sometimes, just sometimes comes obsession.

so yes friends, I am obsessed. But your concerns however are largely unnecessary, like the wise words of the international table soccer federations champion, I've learned many skills from this sport. so worry not. UNLESS however your concerns are for my opponents. well then, in that case it is very much warranted.

you see friends, similar to the Illuminate in America, Little house has a discrete society of its own. the Fooseball society of Laurier. Founding fathers are Mike Dwyer, Matt Murray and Alex Kellerman and myself. Feel free to respect these exceptional gentlemen as your superiors.

so play fooseball and enjoy it. come ask me to play it will make me happy.

More Clarification

Now it is Jeremy here and I too would like to clarify something. Namely about my hair. I have had countless conversations about every facet of my hair and usually what comes up is the whole washing factor. I hope that this can clear up all misconceptions. Can I wash my hair? Yes, I am quite capable of grabbing a glob of shampoo and scrubbing my head. But do I need to wash my hair? No. Why not? It doesn't smell bad and isn't dirty. There is such thing as a natural cleaning process and my hair has come to this point. There is no grease there is no gross smell, just hair on my head. Believe me when I say this because I mean, I have a lot of hair, and if it smelled bad, I think I would be the first to know. Thank you for understanding, and next time you see me, take a whiff. I would be happy to share.

Thanks.
Sincerely-Jeremy, the more professional writing one, but also the slightly less professional looking one.

Clarification.

Very important to my dignity, there is something i would like to say: I AM literate, OK. several people (all avid followers of our blog) whom we love, have mentioned to me once or twice, in the most concerned and willing-to-help vioces, that i write with ABSOLUTELY HORRENDOUS GRAMMAR. so, i would really just like to clarify, I am fully literate and capable of building a sentence in the classic subject, verb, object structure. however, I try to write like i'm telling a story, and I that's the way i like it. so please understand i am capable of correct grammar, Actually, I've been known from time to time to win awards for my literary essays. And, furthermore I've even been known to fabricate imaginary awards, self-awarding them to my own essays that have gone unrecognized. this is however completely apart from to my point. i can wirte correctly. i just choose not to. so friends, enjoy my incorrect yet understandable writing style, do not be alarmed by uncapitalized sentences, or kinda engish words. just do your best to enjoy the thoughts and stories weve spewed onto the screen for ya.

thanks

sincerely- Jamie tha slightly less profesh one.

Early Ambitions

This is inspired by the fact that during the Christmas break, we both went though old pictures with our families. few of the pictures even reminded both of us of some childhood dreams and aspirations we once held. Yet some pictures however do not allude to any memorable future plans in particular. Luckily, there is an easy enough fix to take a look at the picture and only imagine what the younger US could possibly have been thinking.

- i think this one is pretty obvious. i wanted to be a basketball star in the NBA.

- more importantly though im pretty sure i wanted to always be better than my younger brother mike at ball.

verdict: my time is seriously ticking for both.

i can remember this one vividly so theres not much of a guessing game. i always wanted to be a dinosaur when i grew up. tyrannosaurus obviously.

Verdict: i was a very misled child as to the concepts of reality.

(however, i had a friend that wanted to grow up to be a firetruck- so really, he was the one dreamin big, not me.)

- when i grow up i want to be a nudist.

verdict: I haven't brought myself to fully rule this one out yet.



Now it is Jeremy too and I too had some dreams as a child. Some were dreams of what I wanted to be and others were realizations of things I knew I absolutely didn't want to be.

First up: Truck driver. It is pretty clear from this pic that I am crazy stoked on my new Tonka Toy. Ever since this Christmas in 1994 I have had a serious need to drive heavy machinery.




Verdict: I do drive fairly big vehicles fairly often. Skid Steers at Enns Battery and Tire, Delivery trucks for Enns, and last but certainly not least, RV's built like tanks from the 1970's.


Next up: Clown. Again the emotions on my face depict my feelings for this profession: not quite as stoked. I took one look at myself as a clown from the county fair and realized it wasn't for me. I just thought of what it would be like to live the life of a carnival worker and it didn't appeal to my young and fragile mind. I hadn't acquired a taste for beer or cigarettes and my teeth were just starting to come in, I didn't want to lose them yet. Also, I knew I would miss my mom's home cooked meals and the comforts of my warm bed. I really thought of all the angles (I was a smart 3 year old).

Verdict: I would rather wear the cozy Care Bear costume.



At the end of the day it is great to take a trip down Memory Lane. Jamie and I both are not really chasing the dreams we had as kids (besides Jamies basketball skills and my driving skills). We also have learned a few things over the years, such as going to business school will make more money one day than being a t-rex would ever rake in. Also, sometimes the unexpected changes, like me realizing that being a part of the circus wouldn't actually be the worst. Seeing all the grunge towns of the world would be pretty fun. I'm sure one would meet some crazy characters as well. All in all, ambition is a good thing to have. Jamie and I learned young and still have plenty more where that came from.

Boarding de Snow (That's French for Snowboarding)

Yesterday I had the pleasure of going snowboarding for the first time of the season. My hill of choice was Glen Eden, notice how I say hill and also notice the choices are very limited here in Southern Ontario. I went with a couple great friends, Andrea Mohr and Kayla Benfey. We were also going to meet up with our childhood camp friend Mike Chiang. Now, snowboarding with girls is something that I am always a tad skeptical about. Don't go thinking that I don't believe that girls can be good snowboarders because that is just not the truth, however, in my experience, the vast majority of females are usually looking for someone who can teach them how to snowboard. I try to stay far away from this scenario of teaching new boarders because it quickly turns into a day of annoyance for both parties. This time I was very fortunate and the ability of both of these girls on the slopes surpassed my expectations. We had such a great day in fact that it calls for a post that will reveal a new side of me you have never seen yet on this blog. Jeremy the Poet. There are many facets of my personality that I don't like to show often, but I have been told by many that I am a poet even when I didn't know it. See, look what I did there. Not even on purpose. All natural. So anyway, here it goes. Please enjoy responsibly.

Snowboarding:

The slopes are laden with a beautiful white.
Thanks to Crest, Andreas teeth are also white.

I slide down the hill with the freeing breeze
and I like on my burgers: extra cheese.

The girls I went boarding with were surprisingly good
and I especially liked when they bought me food.

A day at Glen Eden is like an escape from the ordinary
and the carving and jumping just feels so extraordinary.

My poems flow like frozen winter streams
they bring a bright smile to your face like a radiant beam.

Thank you for reading this little blog post
I rhyme words with the same word, thanks for reading this post.

I just read that over and got chills. Wow. Here are a few pics of the day. Sadly, Mike Chiang was unavailable for photos. His skiing sponsors have a strict policy on photos, and I guess it's just the price you pay for going pro. If any of you guys enjoy the slopes as much as I, have a good season, get out as much as you can, and for Pete's sake wear a helmet!

Two Sides To Every Story

You know the old saying. If however you are a new reader of this blog, please refer down to the post entitled Dear Mom and Dad. (just click!)

After you have read it in its entirety, please go to www.james-osaur.tumblr.com (again, just click!)

More to come on this breaking news....

IF YOU WANT SOMETHING YOU'VE NEVER HAD, DO SOMETHING YOU'VE NEVER DONE.

MOTIVATION.

Heirloom

There is a new Heirloom in my family. When I say my family I really mean my future family. I will use a Dwight Shrute quote to explain a little. "Did you hear? Somebody totally rocked the house and got me the best present I have ever gotten." My older sister Emily made me a fantastic painting for Christmas. It will be passed down the generations until my great great great great grandson Jeremy Enns the 7th is like, "Why am I keeping this painting of this old hippy when I can sell it for a million dollars and build 20 schools, 20 wells and 20 hospitals in places that need them?" I would have been dead for so long that I wouldn't even care either. Here is the pic that inspired my sister. Just realize that pictures don't do this work of art any sort of justice, so come by my place and stare at it in real.

january first

First of all, Happy New Year! We hope you all had great evenings. However, now it is time to get down to business because it's that time of year again. Time to re-align ambitions and eliminate our self-destructive habits. So that means no more nervous dread chewing, nose picking and or flicking, an increased effort to daily grooming. (you know who you are).
so, basically as we watched resolutions be resolved around us. we have something to say on the topic. and thought we'd pick a few of our own to bring in the 2011. And i think its pretty obvious that the best way to go about doing this is to not do it. so jer will do jamies, and vice versa.

Jamie (as picked by Jer):
-Win the BU 121 pitch competition like Jeremy did in first year
-Bring back his filthy flow and grow it all summer.
*bonus challenge: discover a new passion for something that is not sports (preferably something musical)

Jeremy (as picked by Jamie):
- keep a running record of all conversations, introductions and beneficial situations that were based around the topic of his dreads.
- carry out entire conversations in German the instant he learns of a fellow Deutsch speaker.
*bonus challenge: act like a pirate more often, and enjoy it. (i do, and i do.)

Really, these basically turned into challenges instead of resolutions. Fortunately, following the wise instructions of one of our great mentors, "If you can't keep a new years resolution you are a weakling, and if you make one you are a fool."

Long Story.

Recently, the two of us, along with two other great friends willm and charles, decided that we would like to own an RV. So we tracked down one that was perfect for us. Currently, our 1979 GMC Vanguard was living in guelph owned by Allan Teal (AND yes, he has a handlebar mustache). So today we drove down to pick her up and bring her home. Only, things didn't go quite as planned...

Event #1 the trip down: We left at around 2pm with wilms brother jesse to buy ourselves this late christmas present. Driving down hwy 6, with almost 100 twenty dollar bills in hand, occasionally each taking a chunk of the stack to fan ourselves as young ladies drove on by. retrospect: not the best idea to flash wads of cash to

strangers. Eventually we made it there, and as were turn down Allens side street, there she was and we laid eyes on her for the first time. ->

Event #2 the purchase: We fired her up, she ran great, took her for a spin round the block, she felt great. So we got back to Allens place, met the wife, met the kid. Handed over the cash and he handed over the keys. He told us that we would definitely need to replace the tires before it was "west worthy", at that we looked at each other and we told him that would give a big hit to our budget having to replace all the tires (all the while licking our lips, considering jeremy enns of ENNS BATTERY & TIRE is chief of tires for our crew, and was going to set us up with brand new set) We got Allen to chop $500 of the price and the deal was made. We fueled up and headed home.

Event #3 the inaugural drive: Jer drove us up with plans to go to Toronto once he took part in the inaugural drive. So Jer came in our RV and Jesse followed in Jers car. we rode her about 30 mins getting waves from some and extended looks from many. Thanks to charles' suggestion we did our best to follow close behind a CAA towtruck that passed us on hwy 6, ...just in case. yet, we were running great so jer decided that it was time he needed to head to toronto, and we could just take her the rest of the way home. Picards peanuts parking lot seemed like a good a place as any to do the switch and part ways.

Event #4 our situation: we both pulled in, got out and shared an enthralled look at the 2 tons that we just acquired, and as jer was walking back to his car, he musta caught a look at the tires. The back tires are dualies (meaning two per side) and BOTH the tires on the left side were flat and fairly cracked. The spare was still the original from 79' (completely useless), so we called char's CAA, and they gave us the 45 min time period till they'd be before they could fix us up. and we'd be on the road again. Ironic that the crappy tires that were so appealing to us when we purchased it, ended up to be our undoing. The time was now 4:30 and so we decided to take our business outta the cold and into Picards for some warmth and some peanuts while we had to wait.

Event #5 Meg the Picards girl: it was here we met Megan the Picards Girl our first rescuer. they closed at five and meg the picards girl let us stay long after. We ate handful after handful of samples and candies. and we made sure to help her out, by mopping and sweeping while she was closing up. (that is afterall, the purpose of our trip) 5 30 came. we were still hanging out in picards, so we told charles to give CAA a ring once more, already 15 minutes late, they responded with another 15 minute delay. so we chatted more with megan, munched on more of the samplers and about 2 hours and 4 increasingly frustrated phone calls, the CAA tow-truck FINALLY pulls in and the guy is laughing. hes laughing because he saw us on the highway a few hours before. coincidently at the same time, when charles made that comment about sticking close to the CAA truck. as charles pulled the RV round to be looked at by the guy, the first tire went, and now our three left tires were out of commission. with only the right side of our unit operable, and a useless CAA guy on the end of his shift, the most help he offered us was to show us a lot that we could stay overnight.

Event #7 The situation: We were officially stranded. But you know, of all vehicles to be stranded in, a motorized home is probably the most ideal. we were however getting kind of bored so we scoured the RV for something to do. a pack of playing cards tucked away with the complimentary pots and pans? perfect! we did about an hour of cards. before the boredom turned to hunger and we had another problem on our hands.

Event #8 rescued again: This is where leah and paige come in. two good friends, one long time, one relatively new. these two girls really showed up big for us under our interesting predicament. we were cold, and hungry. and they showed up to our home (yes i can say that) with blankets, and a great variety of snacks and drinks. we now had some new company, and entertaining for the first time in our new place was great.

Event #9 the phone call: We had since called CAA back and were waiting on a truck with a different request. we were hoping to borrow a lift so we could get the tires of and bring the rims back to ENNS to be replaced, also that would leave our unit, tireless, which would take the honest fear of tow or theft out of our minds, (afterall, leaving her with out plates, and in the state she was in, it wouldnt be a far leap to concluded she had been abandoned.) however when CAA called back after and hour of waiting on the SECOND truck. charles had just about had it. he definately had a few words to share with the dude on the other end, but i think my favourite quote from the conversation was "do you even know who i am?" followed immediately by "well k actually don't worry about it."

Event #10 fire extinguisher: after giving our guest the tour, and retelling the story of the day. charles began to show our guests all the "bonus items" our purchase came with. theres literally dozens of compartments inside and out. and each was filled with almost a dozen things. mostly cooking supplies, spare parts, and tools. he did however find a rather new looking fire extinguisher. As he's was playing with it he asks, anyone dare me to pull the pin out? to which no one replied. so obviously he then pulled the pin out. kinda anti-climactic really. nothing happened. so he put it back it. THEN, and dont ask me what the whack was going through his head- he fired it. inside the cabin. where we were all sitting. after we just said not to squeeze it. everything was covered in white dust.

it was however hilarious. and therefore, ok.

Event #11 home at last (again rescued again): jesse's had a buddy on his way home from a cottage so after about 5 hours of waiting since the incident. He arrived in his pick up and we were saved. it was now 11pm, 9 hours after we initially left for the short trip. but we again were on our way home. Leaving our new toy, overnight, unplated, un-fullylockable and all alone wasnt our favourite choice, but we were tired and needed to get home. I left a note on that dash that pleaded with any burglar or tow truck operator to leave her be. so with the solid reassurance of the note we were off. home by midnight, and considering the events of the day, I can only admit that the purchase of that RV may have been a little tiny bit... of a great idea.

needless to say, it was a very eventful day. our unit is now safe at home and loved, with a set of beautiful new tires. -just waiting to be driven again.

Happy Holidays!

As many of you know, today is a special day. Christmas! Now whatever your traditions may be, please just enjoy the holidays. It's a time for university students to relax. A time to enjoy family and friends. A time to loosen off the ol' belt for the large dinners. A time to give and to recieve. A time to go out and play in the snow. Jamie and I have really enjoyed being with our families and I will speak for both of us when saying that we are loving being home. I personally have enjoyed time with my own family and the children in the Christmas play at our church have left a permanent smile on my face. My family rarely is all together at the same time because two of us are at university, so it has been nice. As for you guys, thanks for reading! So, from the whole team here at Just 1 Life, we offer out utmost, deepest and sincere holiday wishes! Merry Chirstmas!

The Ol' Stomping Ground

So Jer and I got back from Laurier for the holidays and decided that we would go back to the place we once spent many hours and had many great times. As former co-presidents of Eden High School we should have know what to expect showing up on their last day of school before the break. The paparazzi type entrance we encountered as we made it through the crowds was great. After we brushed the confetti and rice from our shoulders and signed a couple of signatures for the new 9th graders we finally could do what we came to do. We really wanted to visit some of our favourite teachers and appreciate them for the time they let us have. With a box full of a dozen home made jars of jam in hand, we wandered the halls once again. We found Bicks, and Speck. We chatted with Shonewille and gave all the updates to Fern. We ran into Alicia who invited us to speak in chapel about our recent trips to different parts of the world, Jeremy to Israel/Palestine and Jamie to South Africa/Australia. As we continued we found Fern and regaled her with all we've learned at business school, she pleaded with us to guest lecture in three of her business classes for a day in April when we were done the year. We are excited to dump some of our knowledge into these young minds. Before we could escape we were called into the principals office where Hernder was persuaded to let us run a lunch time event like the good ol days. All in all, it was a very successful afternoon and we are stoked to go back in April and once again run the show that we know and love as Eden High School.

Dear Mom and Dad:

Dear Mom and Dad,

First of all, let me start off this letter by telling you that I love you both very very much. Also, I am sorry for giving you this news so close to Christmas. I will just come straight out and say it, like ripping a band-aid off.

I have fallen madly in love and am eloping.

Now I know there may be some crazy thoughts running through your head right now, and you may be super mad at me, but just remember. I'm a smart boy and have everything figured out!

First of all, let me tell you about her, because I'm sure you want to know. Her name is Heather and she is the most amazing person I have ever met! Not only is she the most perky and beautiful thing I have ever seen, but her passion for marine animals cannot be matched by any person place or thing. She is hilarious and every minute I spend with her is just plain ol' awesome.

Now you may be wondering how we are going to start our life off. Well like I said, I have everything covered. With a loan that I got from some scary men in an Italian restauraunt, I bought an awesome RV. It's perfect! It runs good and has room to sleep 6! Perfect for the big family were looking to start! We are going to drive way up north and live in a really nice trailer park we found online. The guy on the phone said that we could even stay for free if I clean up the bathrooms at the truck stop in town.

But of course I don't want to be a janitor for the rest of my married life. I have plans to start a business! With almost two years of business school under my belt, I really feel like I can start something awesome that can turn us into millionaires. Heather is pretty excited about the idea of us being rich too. I will start a restaurant using the kitchen in the RV. Basically a fry shack. This way, Heath and me can essentially eat for free! We will make the best greasy burgers and fries. I'm sure we will get used to the fried smell in our home, clothes and hair and I mean it's a small price to pay for happiness.

I might need you to send money from time to time considering we both don't really have any right now, but consider it our wedding present. Our cell phone has a little camera and we can email you some pictures of the ceremony. Right now were considering two places. The first is appropriately named "Wee Kirk o'the Heather Wedding Chapel" in Vegas (http://www.weekirk.com ) and the other is Two Hearts Wedding Chapel in Niagara falls.(http://www.twoheartsweddings.com/) If we go to that one, you can come. But were really considering the one in Vegas. It will kick off our life together in style! The nice owner, Fernando, said that he could cut us a deal because we are Canadian. We are thinking about doing the internet wedding which means that you can live stream the event from the comforts of your computer in Niagara or possibly the cheapest Elvis package which includes the following:

Love Me Tender Package $177 (up to – 8 guests)

Ceremony in Historic Las Vegas Wedding Chapel
Elvis Can Walk Bride down aisle
Elvis sings 2 songs
Witness
Music
Photos - receive on a CD - the digital images of 5 candid photos taken during your ceremony along with the photographer copyright release
Souvenier Wedding Scroll
Use of Bouquet
Limousine Service Available**

Man that sounds like the dream wedding I have had since I was a little boy! Heather is going to be so proud of my planning (web-browsing) skills! Take a look at the website and if you want to upgrade us to the "All Shook Up" package, we would not object.

So I think that pretty much covers everything! Heather and I are just so excited about the future and I mean this is all happening so fast and I'm sorry about that. But just remember, I love you guys and will come visit from time to time with our new home!

Love your one and only son,
Jeremy

I'm done and you're not.

I dont know why but all of a sudden, as im back home enjoying home cooked meals, reuniting with friends, and once again enjoy my own large bed. It came over me to take the time and appreciate the fantastic and wonderful situation being done exams, more specifically to offer a NICE BIG BURN to jer, whose stuck at school, scrooged out of a nice long break by the shisty admin at wlu, and his responsibilities as a Res life don. He's ahead of me in a lotta ways: 2nd year, already donning, rarely, but still occasionally introducing me as "my first year friend" so ya. it feels nice to win this one. speaking of exams, and other than the fact that jer wrote his first one, at the same time as my last, i must say they went very well. Id even say i enjoyed exam time. days full of studying, but nothing much else. leaving plenty of time for fooseball (if you do not already know the serious extent of that, you will soon) as well as time with friends. basically, what im trying to say is, Its really great to be home.

Exam Slam

Dearest readers. I am about to try to write 5 exams in 4 days. I start tomorrow at 9am and don't stop until about 9pm Monday night. Please wish me luck and pray that I don't fall ill in the meantime or have my cerebral cortex turn to mush. See you on the other side. I hope.

The Pad

As you may know, all first year students must grow up at some point in their university lives and leave residence. There is a time when every man must leave the comforts (and uncomforts, and there are many) of Little House and move out. Well my friends, Jamie and I have found a house to live in for next year. Now, I would hardly call our new place on 104 Noeker a regular student house. In the student housing world, I would call it a luxury mansion. We are super blessed to have found a house as awesome as this so let me explain our excitement. I will list things because lists are ideal for describing multiple rad things.
1. HUGE BACKYARD topped off with a nice porch and BBQ (absolutely key)
2. Not one but TWO living rooms (one with a gas fireplace obviously)
3. Not one but TWO full kitchens (I could say something here about people making us food, but I won't)
4. Room for a basement music studio (this will be one of the many non-legitimate businesses we will run out of our new place)
5. There are three bathrooms. Nice, nuff said.
6. Closer to school than the residence that I don in right now! 7 min walk! Wonderful!
7. Six cool dudes are living there, Tyrone, Tim, Brad, Drew Jamie and myself. (ruckus)
8. See that tree behind the house? Perfect for climbing.
9. 80 yr old, (friendly) neighbours with a pool for the summertime!
10. JACUZZI.

bonus:babe landlord.

Be welcome anytime to our house. man that feels great to say.

Remember the Hooligans

this is my floor. minus a few key guys, but you get the idea. since the first day of O when Pat and Kate walked in on this bunch of beauties these have been the guys ive lived with.

ironically, the dude thats sitting like a seven yr old at story time is our Don. and for all the shenanigans we pull he keeps us outta serious trouble (i.e jail, hospital) so thanks Matt.

For your viewing pleasure... we're B1, nice to meet you.

oh yeah and Jer, i finally found a chance to use that hat you gave me.

My Short Lived Modeling Career Revived

So for you faithful readers of our blog, I assume you will remember a post I wrote a while back about how I was a child model. Well, ever since that post was put up, I had been getting all these phone calls from different modeling agencies to do some work. I had a lot on my plate with school, but when I got a call from Dylan Hamm, photographer extraordinaire, I knew it was going to be different. When I got to Sheridan college, I was ushered into his studio in style. There were photography students everywhere, making beautiful artwork for different projects. It was hard for me to believe that this laid back atmosphere was even school. I remember my lonely nights with my Statistics and Accounting text books and got a little, no, a lot jealous.... The photo shoot was nothing short of wonderful and this is what Mr. Hamm had to say about working with me:

"Jeremy Enns was by far the most enthusiastic and good looking model I have ever worked with, watch out for this kid."
"Jeremy Enns would give Derek Zoolander a run for his money on the runway."
"Does being a good model have to do with a certain genetic make up? Well if it does, Jeremy is a model who is made of photogenetics."Here are a few pics. Sorry that they are small, in the modeling world, you gotta pay to see.