Weird feelings on the wedding day
Posted by Leo Paré - Red Deer Advocate • July, 03 2009 12:37 PM • Red Deer Advocate
When I woke up the morning of The Big Day, I came upstairs to find a couple of my groomsmen laying on the living room floor of my parents house, groaning in early-morning hangover agony. They deserved their pain, and I laughed accordingly.
Mom made us a big breakfast, and then it was time to don the tuxes and pose for some pics.
A good family friend took a few pre-wedding pictures of all us guys. We struck dramatic poses with shotguns and with dad’s old ‘56 Dodge car, which we then drove into the church.
The Sacred Heart Parish Catholic Church is the same old church that has seen four generations of Paré weddings. It was a strange feeling, waiting with my groomsmen in the back room of that old church — it was the same room I used to go to for Sunday school when I was a kid.
We love Vermont!
Posted by Pilkington Family - Red Deer Advocate • July, 02 2009 8:42 AM • Red Deer Advocate
Monday, June 29, 2009
Greetings everybody!
Returning to Red Deer a married man
Posted by Leo Paré - Red Deer Advocate • June, 30 2009 3:40 PM • Red Deer Advocate
Returning home to Red Deer this week felt a little like walking out of a rock concert and into a library.
My head was still spinning when it hit the pillow at about 1 a.m. this past Sunday night. My new wife Amanda and I had just returned from a whirlwind week that consisted of a massive wedding celebration, followed by a fast-paced honeymoon adventure in New York City.
Now three days back into my normal routine, I am still recalling moments and experiences I hadn’t yet had time to savour during the insanity of the past few days.
There is much to tell, so for the sake of those reading our saga, I’ll break it down into more digestible portions.
Self-proclaimed dabbler
Posted by Lani Ledingham - Red Deer Advocate • June, 29 2009 10:50 AM • Red Deer Advocate
When I was five I donned the tutu and took ballet. I cooked the odd meal for Dad at harvest time. I raised a sheep and bottle-fed her every morning at 6:30 a.m. I had a horse for a few years – “Flicka”, of course. I took basketball in grade 12, just because I could and there were no try-outs. I’ve tried this and that. Dance lessons here. Kickboxing there. Maple ice cream? No. Tiger Tiger? Yes!
Now that I am 28 years old, every year I still seek to establish tangible, or high and lofty, goals that I wish to achieve over the coming months. This and that, here and there; ‘I like to be well rounded’ I tell myself.
I am a self-proclaimed Dabbler. What is this you ask? One who is always searching for new experiences. I am always on a self-improvement track and one who runs from boredom and monotony at every chance.
You may relate.
The trip’s not over... yet
Posted by Edith Doell - Red Deer Advocate • June, 27 2009 5:00 AM • Red Deer Advocate
One lesson we learned during our trip to Fort McMurray was that seniors, at least in this group, are never late.
So when we were told that departure time was 8:00 am and wake-up calls were arranged for 6:30 am, we pre-emtively set the alarm for 6:10 am to beat the breakfast rush. Good thing, because everyone else was arriving at the dining room too!
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