Leaving in about 20 minutes. Excited yet, kind of sad, but that will soon pass.
10 Things I'll miss about this place (in no specific order)
1. 4-wheeler adventures with mud and abandoned houses
2. Being close to family: hanging out with my siblings, home cooked meals, my father's sense of humour, mom's blonde moments (reminds me of where I come from!)
3. My own bathroom, bedroom, basement (privacy)
4. silent, starry nights, with no sirens, stabbings, traffic or crime (well, limited crime anyways)
5. small town life- seeing people you know everywhere you go
6. Wireless internet
7. A vehicle to drive to take me where I want to go, when I want to go
8. clean, good tasting water right from the tap
9. shelves, cupboards and chests full of movies and games
10. A few good friends you know you can call no matter what
-Rock on to Freedom!-
Thursday, August 31, 2006
Monday, August 28, 2006
Love to Die
Everyone has those few special people that mean the world to them. You feel like you can tell them anything- and you do- and they can tell you everything - and they do. And then, all of a sudden- reality strikes. Everyone is human, everyone is going to fail you . . . and it's like a knife in the heart. And, if that doesn’t hurt enough, instead of it getting pulled out, someone decided to jiggle it around . . . making it deeper, bigger and more unbearable.
Sometimes they don’t tell you thinks to protect you . . . they think that if they tell you it’ll just hurt. But guess what- later, when they do find out (and they always do) it hurts so much more.
-Why is it that the people closest to you end up hurting you the worst-
Sometimes they don’t tell you thinks to protect you . . . they think that if they tell you it’ll just hurt. But guess what- later, when they do find out (and they always do) it hurts so much more.
-Why is it that the people closest to you end up hurting you the worst-
Sunday, August 27, 2006
The Joys of Boys
This past week has been almost enjoyable. Ok, that's a lie, I've had fun.
One day I spent the afternoon with 7 boys- it was . . . almost educational! I learned what NOT to do when you've forgotten matches/lighter to start the barbecue (and that would be try to keep a cigar lit for the entire boat ride and then try to start a small grass fire which you then try to transfer to the barbecue, and in the mean time smoke a whole pack causing you to lose all taste in your mouth). We spent the afternoon eating burgers (because after the whole fiasco of trying to light the barbecue with no matches, someone remembered they did have some after all!), exploring the island and jumping off the cliffs into the water! SO much fun!!
I was also honoured with the company of my father on a small sailing excursion yesterday. The wind was . . . mediocre, but the sailing superior! Though there were no real insightful conversations, the time I got to spend with him doing what he loved, was priceless.
Last night, kind of against my will, I went to the fair. It scared the crap out of me- seeing all the young punks- knowing that one day that generation will be responsible for our country, and ultimately our world.
While the fair was nothing special, just as dirty and expensive as past years, the time I spent with a few friends was momentous.
The part that was of most unforgettable was the ride home afterwards. It began with one of the guys sticking a stuffed whale out the window while singing his own version of "Under the Sea" to the pedestrians we passed.
Suddenly, he lost his hat out the window! The driver made a U-turn as soon as possible and returned to retrieve it. However, the hat was on the opposite side of the road and there was traffic behind us. So we drove further until we were able to make yet another U-turn, this time we were fortunate to have no cars behind us. When we arrived to the spot where we had last seen the hat, it had disappeared. We began inspecting the pedestrians to see if they had claimed it for themselves. Ahead we saw two girls, and just as we were nearing them they tossed a-hat-like object into the ditch!
We pulled over and began searching the ditch- garnished with rocks, water and tall grass- for a grey hat (it might as well of been camouflage). Due to the time of day (nearly 1 am) it was proving to be an extremely difficult task.
Soon, another vehicle began aiding in our search. While they had a flashlight, the search still ended to no avail.
The three of us, now cold, wet and perturbed, returned to the car for our long ride home.
While my time home as been pleasant (except for a few awkward situations), I am more then ready to be returning to school! There are a number of people here that I will miss terribly, and others that I would not care if I ever see again.
To all those heading off to school for their first time this year the best of luck, and watch out for the freshman fifteen! For those returning to high school or university/college, I hope that this year is better then last!
And to my old roommate . . . I MISS YOU!!!!
-the simplicity of boys makes me confused as to why they are so difficult to understand-
One day I spent the afternoon with 7 boys- it was . . . almost educational! I learned what NOT to do when you've forgotten matches/lighter to start the barbecue (and that would be try to keep a cigar lit for the entire boat ride and then try to start a small grass fire which you then try to transfer to the barbecue, and in the mean time smoke a whole pack causing you to lose all taste in your mouth). We spent the afternoon eating burgers (because after the whole fiasco of trying to light the barbecue with no matches, someone remembered they did have some after all!), exploring the island and jumping off the cliffs into the water! SO much fun!!
I was also honoured with the company of my father on a small sailing excursion yesterday. The wind was . . . mediocre, but the sailing superior! Though there were no real insightful conversations, the time I got to spend with him doing what he loved, was priceless.
Last night, kind of against my will, I went to the fair. It scared the crap out of me- seeing all the young punks- knowing that one day that generation will be responsible for our country, and ultimately our world.
While the fair was nothing special, just as dirty and expensive as past years, the time I spent with a few friends was momentous.
The part that was of most unforgettable was the ride home afterwards. It began with one of the guys sticking a stuffed whale out the window while singing his own version of "Under the Sea" to the pedestrians we passed.
Suddenly, he lost his hat out the window! The driver made a U-turn as soon as possible and returned to retrieve it. However, the hat was on the opposite side of the road and there was traffic behind us. So we drove further until we were able to make yet another U-turn, this time we were fortunate to have no cars behind us. When we arrived to the spot where we had last seen the hat, it had disappeared. We began inspecting the pedestrians to see if they had claimed it for themselves. Ahead we saw two girls, and just as we were nearing them they tossed a-hat-like object into the ditch!
We pulled over and began searching the ditch- garnished with rocks, water and tall grass- for a grey hat (it might as well of been camouflage). Due to the time of day (nearly 1 am) it was proving to be an extremely difficult task.
Soon, another vehicle began aiding in our search. While they had a flashlight, the search still ended to no avail.
The three of us, now cold, wet and perturbed, returned to the car for our long ride home.
While my time home as been pleasant (except for a few awkward situations), I am more then ready to be returning to school! There are a number of people here that I will miss terribly, and others that I would not care if I ever see again.
To all those heading off to school for their first time this year the best of luck, and watch out for the freshman fifteen! For those returning to high school or university/college, I hope that this year is better then last!
And to my old roommate . . . I MISS YOU!!!!
-the simplicity of boys makes me confused as to why they are so difficult to understand-
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
Broken Hearts, Walls and Reality
I've discovered how completely desolate life can be when I'm reluctant to open myself up . . .
My guard, that was set up eons ago, has become an inseparable part of me. No matter how apparent it becomes that there is so much passing me bye on the other side of that wall, I may never be able to over come it- to break through to the world of laughter, love, tears and reality.
. . . even though I may think that I am warm and protected hiding beneath my safety bubble . . . inside I feel empty.
Can one ever become completely independent of their old self . . . to move on to bigger and better things, free from the constant worries of broken hearts and disappointments?
Lately I have been reminded a number of times that it "Is better to have loved and lost then to never have loved at all"
How true is that? And how does one know what love truly is?
Some say love is the "can't eat, can't sleep" sorta feeling, that "love is when you don't want to go to sleep because reality is better than any dream could ever be".
But then you look at all those divorced couples out there who thought that they had that feeling . . . where did they go wrong?
It is situations like those which frighten me back into my shell . . .
~remember: it's not the one you can live with- but the one you can't live without- who is worth fighting for~
My guard, that was set up eons ago, has become an inseparable part of me. No matter how apparent it becomes that there is so much passing me bye on the other side of that wall, I may never be able to over come it- to break through to the world of laughter, love, tears and reality.
. . . even though I may think that I am warm and protected hiding beneath my safety bubble . . . inside I feel empty.
Can one ever become completely independent of their old self . . . to move on to bigger and better things, free from the constant worries of broken hearts and disappointments?
Lately I have been reminded a number of times that it "Is better to have loved and lost then to never have loved at all"
How true is that? And how does one know what love truly is?
Some say love is the "can't eat, can't sleep" sorta feeling, that "love is when you don't want to go to sleep because reality is better than any dream could ever be".
But then you look at all those divorced couples out there who thought that they had that feeling . . . where did they go wrong?
It is situations like those which frighten me back into my shell . . .
~remember: it's not the one you can live with- but the one you can't live without- who is worth fighting for~
Monday, August 21, 2006
Dixie Chicks Rock My World!!
It was PHENOMENAL . . . i can't even begin to describe it!
So many people -sold out concert, and another one this evenning (and how i wish i could be there)! Silly americans and their stubborn views on politics, (no offense my american friends . . .) they have no idea what they are missing out on!
Amazing sound! CD's will never sound the same . . . who invented such a rip-off anyways?
So close- like, they were actualy RIGHT there! If only i were Inspector Gadget i could have reached out and touched them!
And who would have thought that after having 5 kids within the 3 of them they could look that good -atleast according to the guy beside me. Throught the entire concert he was contemplating how it would be possible for him to hook up with one of them.
-my love for music has skyrocketed, how did i ever live without it?!-
Friday, August 18, 2006
The Call to be Organized
The count is down to 1 day, 19 hours, 13 minutes and 11 seconds until the moment I have been waiting for for years. My first concert, but not just any concert, the Dixie Chicks. The band that got me hooked on country . . .
So, there I was, seated on the couch with my sister and parents, we were discussing our plans for the next few days. First we will be on the house boat and then Jake and I would be off to Winnipeg, first for a wedding reception (it's kind of scary to see some of my friends getting married!) and then to the long awaited concert. At that, my mother asked if I had my tickets packed . . . which I hadn't, so I went to retrieve them from their "safe keeping spot". However, it was not as safe as we had expected . . . the tickets were not there!
We became frantic and we began searching the house from top to bottom. And we do not live in what one may call a small house . . . there were many places these tickets could be . . . and not be. Dad said that he had cleaned out our 'safe keeping spot' and a fair bit of things were thrown out . . .
AHHHHHHHHHHHHH
*sick feeling in stomach*
The search continued for quite some time, we were beginning to run out of places to inspect.
Finally, in the final place we lsearched (funny how that works out, eh), in a rather common location for missing articles, it was found!!!!
HURRAH!!!
My heart leapt with relief, and the tears that were beginning to form fell for joy instead of anguish.
The concert is still on and my tickets are in a real safe spot this time.
1 day 18 hours 59 minutes 7 seconds
So, there I was, seated on the couch with my sister and parents, we were discussing our plans for the next few days. First we will be on the house boat and then Jake and I would be off to Winnipeg, first for a wedding reception (it's kind of scary to see some of my friends getting married!) and then to the long awaited concert. At that, my mother asked if I had my tickets packed . . . which I hadn't, so I went to retrieve them from their "safe keeping spot". However, it was not as safe as we had expected . . . the tickets were not there!
We became frantic and we began searching the house from top to bottom. And we do not live in what one may call a small house . . . there were many places these tickets could be . . . and not be. Dad said that he had cleaned out our 'safe keeping spot' and a fair bit of things were thrown out . . .
AHHHHHHHHHHHHH
*sick feeling in stomach*
The search continued for quite some time, we were beginning to run out of places to inspect.
Finally, in the final place we lsearched (funny how that works out, eh), in a rather common location for missing articles, it was found!!!!
HURRAH!!!
My heart leapt with relief, and the tears that were beginning to form fell for joy instead of anguish.
The concert is still on and my tickets are in a real safe spot this time.
1 day 18 hours 59 minutes 7 seconds
Wednesday, August 9, 2006
Officers of the Law prove to be incompetent (surprised?)
Not very often can one glance out their side window to see a black bear climbing their tree! 
But this was some of the excitement transpiring around my dwelling place this evening.
My sister, for the first time in her entire existence, called 9-1-1! She reported the wild bear in our tree and within minutes two officers of the law arrived with their new Dodge Charger (something that has caused much controversy among some of the more vocal members of this town). They had a gun and explained to my aunts and uncle that they were required to shoot it if it didn't flee to the bush. And so they proceeded to try and frighten the bear from its perch in our tree. First they tried the sirens and lights- the bear swatted the air. Next they took our hose and sprayed him, hoping it would be enough to lure him out of the tree- the bear received the cold water with wide open arms (literally!).
Finally the bear climbed down the tree, but the ferocious bark of my dog startled him back up. Not for long however, for when he got a look at my dog he realized his bark was worse then his bite. And he was off down the tree again. He headed towards the neighbours yard, the whole time leaving a trail of urine behind, just incase his body scent wasn't enough to drive the dog crazy!
We tried to follow, but the cop did not take too kindly to the bear supporters. (and there goes the old cop with his gun through my yard. And for those who don't know me too well- I'm not a huge supporter of guns, espousals ones that are being pointed at animals! [at least most humans deserve to be shot!])
And so a few hours later we (my family and I) were seated on the porch outside when we heard a shot . . . then another and then another.
Poor Mr. Cuddly (not his official name- it just sprouted from my deep desire so hug him- they truly do resemble over grown teddy bears) he would of made such an amazing pet. If I were Hermione Granger I would use her magical hour glass time traveler to go back in time and safe his life!
~if only I were a wizard (then i could hook up with Malfoy!)~
But this was some of the excitement transpiring around my dwelling place this evening.
My sister, for the first time in her entire existence, called 9-1-1! She reported the wild bear in our tree and within minutes two officers of the law arrived with their new Dodge Charger (something that has caused much controversy among some of the more vocal members of this town). They had a gun and explained to my aunts and uncle that they were required to shoot it if it didn't flee to the bush. And so they proceeded to try and frighten the bear from its perch in our tree. First they tried the sirens and lights- the bear swatted the air. Next they took our hose and sprayed him, hoping it would be enough to lure him out of the tree- the bear received the cold water with wide open arms (literally!).
Finally the bear climbed down the tree, but the ferocious bark of my dog startled him back up. Not for long however, for when he got a look at my dog he realized his bark was worse then his bite. And he was off down the tree again. He headed towards the neighbours yard, the whole time leaving a trail of urine behind, just incase his body scent wasn't enough to drive the dog crazy!
We tried to follow, but the cop did not take too kindly to the bear supporters. (and there goes the old cop with his gun through my yard. And for those who don't know me too well- I'm not a huge supporter of guns, espousals ones that are being pointed at animals! [at least most humans deserve to be shot!])And so a few hours later we (my family and I) were seated on the porch outside when we heard a shot . . . then another and then another.
Poor Mr. Cuddly (not his official name- it just sprouted from my deep desire so hug him- they truly do resemble over grown teddy bears) he would of made such an amazing pet. If I were Hermione Granger I would use her magical hour glass time traveler to go back in time and safe his life!
~if only I were a wizard (then i could hook up with Malfoy!)~
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