Saturday, December 27, 2003
Good times in the land of Grimsbychristmas. Gave and got some good stuff- a dc-influenced gift of 'Bring It On' (best cheerleading movie ever). Plus little bro gave me the Princess Bride on DVD. Got nursing home style slippers, those old people really know comfy! Plus some food and free movie tickets. Cash givings from Grandma and parents have so far gone to a DVD player and a sweater (goooo GapKids!). Lots of food and friend time, which has been nice after a fairly stressful work time.
Yesterday's Buffy marathon was very good for my Buffydeprived soul. Despite the season sevenness of it. So many speeches. Plus my dad and I watched the original movie at the end. I've always been a big fan of Luke Perry as 'Pike'. New Year plans? Unknown. Likely to Waterloo to hang out with people there.
Yesterday's Buffy marathon was very good for my Buffydeprived soul. Despite the season sevenness of it. So many speeches. Plus my dad and I watched the original movie at the end. I've always been a big fan of Luke Perry as 'Pike'. New Year plans? Unknown. Likely to Waterloo to hang out with people there.
Monday, December 22, 2003
Hah. I think I tricked it into working. Back in Grimsby. Being forced into going to a class reunion for my grade eight enrichment class tonight (aptly described by my friend meg as 'suffer-fest 2004). We are only going to rescue my friend Sarah who is the only girl who is not our gr. 8 teacher signed up to go. Death. Ah well, Buddha would be proud.
For some reason my blog isn't publishing. Odd.
Thursday, December 18, 2003
Holy snow, Batman!
We only have about 2 1/2 feet of snow on top of 2 or 3 inches of slush. Apparently people were snowmobiling in downtown Montreal the other day, but I have no proof.
We only have about 2 1/2 feet of snow on top of 2 or 3 inches of slush. Apparently people were snowmobiling in downtown Montreal the other day, but I have no proof.
Wednesday, December 17, 2003
My Weekend.
Chapter 1: Scandal at the House of Friendship
Last week I came to work and the police had just left. Turns out one of our cooks was making some accusations of some kind against our activity director and brought her son along and things got a little out of hand. So our activity director decided not to come in for the rest of the week and fly to France as he had planned on Monday. Only problem- our Christmas dinner (run by said activity director) is planned for Friday night. Guess who is now in charge? Not to mention that I'm supposed to get a Christmas newsletter out, and do my own job. Yoi. All goes smoothly with a 13 hour working day on Friday. Everyone is filled with turkey and ready to sleep all day Saturday....except for the party.
Chapter 2: The Party
Our house decided to hold a farewell to leaving housemates/ Christmas party on Saturday. All good, lots of food, nice people etc. My housemate's boyfriend is finally home from school in Goshen and she's super excited. They disappear into a bedroom (which is only awkward because his Mom is here...) and he breaks up with her. In the middle of her farewell party. Jerk. Meanwhile, my 'not sure how much wine I've had' housemate Julia decides to call this guy she met in a bar who gave her his number and tell him to come to our party and bring some friends. So they show up with their beer and pot to our place full of church elders and things. This is all good, except two of the three of them barely speak English and Julia barely speaks French. Awkward conversation ensues. Then Julia disappears with frenchboy and Jen and I are left to entertain his two friends. (along with my brother Jim who came up for the weekend). By this point it is after 2am and everyone else has gone home. We sit in our living room willing them to leave for nearly an hour until Julia finally emerges and we see them on their way. Please don't come back boring awkward french boys!
Chapter 1: Scandal at the House of Friendship
Last week I came to work and the police had just left. Turns out one of our cooks was making some accusations of some kind against our activity director and brought her son along and things got a little out of hand. So our activity director decided not to come in for the rest of the week and fly to France as he had planned on Monday. Only problem- our Christmas dinner (run by said activity director) is planned for Friday night. Guess who is now in charge? Not to mention that I'm supposed to get a Christmas newsletter out, and do my own job. Yoi. All goes smoothly with a 13 hour working day on Friday. Everyone is filled with turkey and ready to sleep all day Saturday....except for the party.
Chapter 2: The Party
Our house decided to hold a farewell to leaving housemates/ Christmas party on Saturday. All good, lots of food, nice people etc. My housemate's boyfriend is finally home from school in Goshen and she's super excited. They disappear into a bedroom (which is only awkward because his Mom is here...) and he breaks up with her. In the middle of her farewell party. Jerk. Meanwhile, my 'not sure how much wine I've had' housemate Julia decides to call this guy she met in a bar who gave her his number and tell him to come to our party and bring some friends. So they show up with their beer and pot to our place full of church elders and things. This is all good, except two of the three of them barely speak English and Julia barely speaks French. Awkward conversation ensues. Then Julia disappears with frenchboy and Jen and I are left to entertain his two friends. (along with my brother Jim who came up for the weekend). By this point it is after 2am and everyone else has gone home. We sit in our living room willing them to leave for nearly an hour until Julia finally emerges and we see them on their way. Please don't come back boring awkward french boys!
Sunday, December 14, 2003
Whacktacular weekend! More to follow.
Saturday, December 06, 2003
Went busking this afternoon with my housemates. Did some quality Christmas singing and made about $15 in half an hour. A little snow in the air and cute hats and mitts helped our cause. Not too shabby. Celebrated with a pitcher of sangria and pad thai supper...mmm.
Monday, December 01, 2003
I just realized the other day that I am almost an official grown up! We had a big faspa/meal thingy with church and no one thought I should sit at the kids table... I have a grown-up kind of job, kids don't think it's exciting that I can drive (can't all grown-ups?)...it's a very scary feeling. Then I realized that I could do other grown up things like 'networking' and 'making business contacts'. Yoi. Very odd.
Next grown-up plan: marry rich man.
Next grown-up plan: marry rich man.
