Natalie Van Dine was raised by a pack of feral she-wolves but later adopted by a pack of domesticated she-wolves. Years later at university, Pete and Karen taught her our civic laws, some basic morals and how to hold a fork. Nat later went on to win multiple awards at the National Fork Rodeo (1st place - speed, 3rd place - style and execution).
When she was told that Karen and Pete were getting married, she determined that to be the best, ever.
Born and raised in London, Ontario… New husband, newer father, master of mastery.
During my youth, I managed to avoid being consumed by the roaming inner-city gangs of Wortley Village by focusing my attention on training the indigenous polar bears to defend us all. While studying with the Kensal Park Cardinals I met one Saint Peter Walter Lloyd Whitred– we quickly became bitter rivals. Peter and I battled to the death continually until we both encountered the evil Sir Frederick Banting. Banting drove us to a partnership, nay, friendship, which continued long after Banting’s defeat in 1998.
In ought five, Karen Owen took me under her wing and trained me in the ways of the mysterious “Ottawa”. I soon became Karen’s apprentice as a tool and die maker after she convinced me that “there was no money in my silly computer job”. Under Karen’s tutelage I became a straight-A-tool-maker, which is no small feat considering she isn’t a tool-maker herself.
Honoured to be the ‘Best Man’ for Peter and Karen’s wedding, wishing them both the best in their dynamic duo-ness.
I've known Pete for many years. Some of my fondest memories are of building sail boats out of canoes, eating numerous free burgers at Burger King, and seeing Pete come home for high school convocation with Fire Engine red hair. While I've not known Karen quite as long, the good times we've shared have spanned multiple provinces, languages and spirits. I'm sure these two will make each other happy for many many year to come. So if you are invited to this shindig you best attend. You don't want to miss out on who challenges who to drink what. (That last part might be for you, Steve).
My older sister Kiki has always been a big part of my life. I cherish many memories of our adventures, from sharing a bedroom together as siblings (which was more like sharing a library if you know Karen) to living in Ottawa, eating gelato, seeking kitten therapy and tutoring Kiki in the latest fashion trends (you should have seen what she wore in high school!)
When I first met Pete, I knew that he was Kiki’s perfect match. They balance each other out well, a case of love pure and simple. Karen being pure and Pete being simple ;-] .
What counts most in the pursuit of happiness is choosing the right traveling companion. It’s obvious that they have both chosen well, and I am thrilled for them both (though I am alarmed at their lack of cuddling when compared to other couples) (hee hee)
Pete and I came to be freinds during the rough and tumble times of the early mid-nineties, well after neon was cool but before M.C. Hammer went bankrupt. A truly magical time not unlike the innocent days of the late Kilgarnate Dynasty, except for the fact that we lived in Canada, not Gibraltar, and also that such a dynasty never existed (or so we are led to believe...). I met Karen many years later during a game of driveway road hockey, and actually, as I recall no one introduced us because they thought we had already met. So maybe that wasn't our first meeting. Regardless, now I know them both, and I implore you to find two people better suited to each other. Romeo and Juilet? Tough call - but Romeo and Juilet never really hooked up, did they. Karen and Pete might not speak in rhyme all the time while astand or aseat, nor converse in poetic pentameter iambic, but forever they'll be a marvelled couple to me, a lovestory without end, and of whom I am honoured to call friends.
steve out
Karen became my first ever best friend when mom first brought her home from the hospital. I was honoured when Karen asked me to be a bridesmaid. As her older sister, who has been married for 11 years, and with three awesome children, i know how fun their future together is going to get and wish both of them the best of luck.
John grew up in the small, cottage town of Midland Ontario where he
developed his aversion for bright lights, crowds of people and tall
buildings. At a young age, he left the safety and comfort of home for
the big city of Hamilton, intent on pursuing lucrative career in beauty
school (see profile picture). Well, let's just say that didn't work
out.... However, 7 short years at McMaster was rewarded with a strong
friendship and deep respect for Karen and Pete, who, despite living in
not-Toronto, remain two of his closest friends. John currently lives in
Toronto and is still afraid of bright lights, crowds of people and tall
buildings.