I don't have a lot of pictures from 2002, but the ones I do have are total gems. And Rebecca isn't in this year at all, so you can all be glad you don't have to see her 40 times today. But if you really want to, just scroll down to last week's flashback.
Did you know I used to be a curler? And that I was pretty darn good at it? In Grade 9, I wasn't going to go for the high school team, but they BEGGED me to join. And we ended up going to provincials, in Thunder Bay, which totally coincided with Alison living there for her year of teacher's college, so we got to visit her.
Out of the 32 teams at OFSAA, Kyle, Andrew, Me and Gavan placed 17th overall. We didn't place in the top half of the teams, so while the good teams were still competing for the top spot, the 16 loser teams competed in the Battle of the Sexes, which involved playing against each team, including the girls teams, which otherwise wouldn't have happened. It was all in good fun, but out team won the thing, so we were the winning-est losers. All the other teams ended up signing our banner, and it MAY still be hanging in our high school gym. What a great week off school :D
Here's Alison's graduation picture to prove the part about her going to teacher's college in Thunder Bay [you can tell by the generic portrait background that its Thunder Bay, no?]
That summer, we went on our annual family vacation. The last one. Here's a fun story! For some reason, my dad, who HATES to travel in the US, took us to Salt Lake City. The trip was thinly veiled on a 'lets see where this year's Olympics were' premise. We had the nicest hotel on any trip we ever took, we did expensive things. But OF COURSE there was SOMETHING going on, as suggested by the full day where dad went 'hiking' which is obviously something me and mom have no interest in, so we went shopping. [Who wants to fast forward a year, to the new wife from California? Anyone? Beuller?]... PS. This is a picture of Great Salt Lake.
We saw bison.
Momma even hung out with one for a while.
At the Olympic Park near Park City, we saw people ski jumping into a pool. Pretty sweet. I recall that at that location, there was this large hill that had apparently been removed, turned into a flat parking lot, and then recreated as a hill, all in the name of returning the land to the way it was pre-Olympics. Awesome. But I sure wish I'd seen that parking lot!
Since my dad is lame, he needed a picture of him in front of this. As a geographer, I care. It's nicknamed the devil's slide, and its pretty cool looking. The world rocks.
Grade 10 was the first year I was full on into the hair dying [after my first time, when Mrs. Edwards-Budden dyed my hair in the hotel bathroom in Thunder Bay, while Lindsay watched. We enjoyed some episodes of Trading Spaces that night. I remember everything.
Should it be noted that by the end of the year, the parents separated? Sure. Dad got an apartment, and Alison and I cranked up the level of humour another notch. We laughed our way through that entire divorce [mainly at dad's expense] and we turned out just fine! And that's 2002!