My Sisters ~ Movie Stars?

My sisters are movie stars.

Seriously.

My sisters are legitimate, real, honest-to-goodness movie stars. As of today, every single one of my five sisters are in at least one movie. The only exception is Alisha. And guess what? Last night, my brother Caleb (yes, the four year old) was filmed in a movie. Surprised me too.

We Kuperuses have monopolized the movie-making business.

Even I acted as an extra in a movie.

“What did he do?” you might ask, “Did he shoot a bad guy? Pirate a ship? Sail for the fountain of youth? Capture a mermaid? Drink rum? Pull off his shirt to reveal his freakishly jacked six-pack?”

The answer to those questions is “No, no, no, no, no,” and “I wish”. So what did I do?

I got to walk. With a smile on my face. Down a sidewalk.

(Not quite the star breaking moment you expected? Me neither.)

On campus there is a filmography school called School of Digital Filmmaking. Students there are taught how to shoot and direct movies. The assignment for them this week was to shoot a five minute film. The students had to write and shoot their own scripts under deadlines. Which sort of restricted their creative processes. I’ve read several of the scripts. Let’s just say they’re not up to Hollywood standards.

Now what would be interesting my friends, is if I wrote the script. (Can you imagine?)

A Love/Hate Relationship

I am in a love/hate relationship with someone.

Yes, she smells nice (referencing this blog post) and yes, she is pretty (and I am not the only one that thinks so). And, umm, no, she is not a girl.

(Can you imagine me posting that I have a love/HATE relationship with someone? I can’t see that lasting long.)

As you may have guessed, I’m talking about Hawaii. And I don’t really have a relationship with Hawaii, because Hawaii cannot love or hate me. The loving and hating has very much to do with me and my viewpoint. If I take a mean, short-sighted view and cannot see past two apartments infested with termites, cockroaches, and five girls, I will hate Hawaii (sounds crazy doesn’t it?) and my only hope will be that I like geckos.

On the other hand, if I can look past the inconvenience that if you took the termites out of the house it will fall down, I will see a land with waving palm trees, white, golden, black and even green beaches with some pretty big waves. (And the honeymoon begins.)

And then I can take a view so big that it’s small (if you use that you have to mention my name and if you don’t, it’s plagiarism and I will sue you); the fact that I live on a volcanic rock. In the middle of the ocean.

And that’s just depressing.


Attitude is the paintbrush of the mind. It can colour any situation.

5 Dynamic Views

This is pretty cool:

http://kuperusfamilyblog.blogspot.com/view/sidebar

Check it out for something a little different.

Friday the 13th

Our house is small.

Let me clarify: our apartment is small.

Let me clarify still further: our two rooms and two lofts are far too small for a family of nine.

Of course, I’m not complaining because I know that gradually, every day, the termites are making it bigger.

One room holds my parents in the loft and has a make-believe kitchen without a stove but with a microwave, a refrigerator, counters, and drawers. Also scattered on tables and desks in this room are several instruments of mental torture (commonly called homeschool books).

The other room holds the rest of the family - seven people - and a lot of beds. I sleep in the corner on a bed that’s never made.

Now sleeping in the same room as six other people would not seem to be the ideal situation to anyone - but when they are your sisters it’s even worse.

But they ARE better than the rest of the residents in the house - namely termites, cockroaches, and oh, yes, a rat. (But I like the geckos.)

Anyone want to escape to the land of natural wonder?

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Sunday Situation

Remember I told you about our Sunday ritual?

Where we were picked up by the church’s shuttle and driven to the service? Where, after the service was over, we walked 20 minutes to the beach where I practiced my theory of “No Sunscreen”? (And every week I practice being burnt like a lobster?) And then after an hour or so we hop on a trolley back to campus?

This week the plan went without a hitch until we got to the trolley part of it.

This week the trolley didn’t arrive.

At one o’clock we were at the side of the road, in our swimsuits, waiting for a late trolley

At one-fifteen we were at the side of the road, in our swimsuits, waiting for a nonexistent trolley.

My sister told us that some Norwegians had managed to walk from the campus to the beach in one and a half hours.

Please do some good Christian meditation on these facts for a bit.

Take into consideration that fact that (a) Superman must have had Norwegian blood (b) the Norwegians had started in the morning, (and we had just spent an hour being tossed around by the waves,) (c) the fact that they were walking downhill to the beach, and (d) the fact that Norwegians are expert walkers.

Yessiree, it was not a good situation.

But I decided to walk it. As I am Canadian and American, for both of those reasons I was not about to let the Norwegians show me up (with one and a half hours), and so, starting at 1:20, I arrived on campus at 2:10, gasping, but proudly representing the North American race. (So maybe I ran a little bit.)

And for my family? They managed to catch a ride with someone they knew and were found sitting in our apartment looking cool, and calm, and sunburnt as I walked in, 50 minutes later, dripping with sweat, panting hard, and gasping out wildly, “What time is it? What time is it?”

Yessiree, it was a situation.