Sunday in Rural Saskatchewan

I like how in my last post I said I was addicted to my blog, and then I go 5 days without writing anything. Apparently I will be blogging spontaneously and impulsively. Not to worry, I am back. For now!

Something fabulous happened to me right before my African Society and Geography class. I put $1.75 in the vending machine for ONE Diet Coke, and low and behold, it produced TWO! Is it bad to drink 591 mL x 2 in one day? I didn't. But I considered it.

A note to anyone who leaves me a message... It'd be swell to know who's writing. Yes please.

Anyone for a story? Cuz do I have a good one. It is entitled,

"Sunday Snow Day from Hell."
(based on a true story)

Sunday morning, my boyfriend, Jeff, and I left early to go snowmobiling, sledding, tubing and crazy carpetting with about 10 friends of ours. I drove with the girls, and Jeff and his friends rode their snowmobiles to this huge hill about a 45 minute drive outside Saskatoon. It was a beautifully sunny day, a tad chilly (-17 degrees), but we were all bundled up in our snow day gear. We got rides up this huge hill on the snomobile, and jumped on tubes to fly down; we had a fire and made hotdogs, we played like gosh darn little kids. WELL. I had to get home because I had a midterm Monday morning and I hadn't studied, so Jeff and I decide I should just ride back with him on the good old Polaris. Hope I spelled that right. Now you must understand, I'm not really one for snowmobiling, but I figured I could get my ride out of the way for the winter... I have to go at least once per winter just for Jeff's sake. And it IS slightly fun. Just a little bit. We had hardly any gas, but there was a gas station right nearby... but as my title suggests... it is Sunday and we are surrounded by Mennonite farmers. It was closed. So we go out of our way and cut through farmers fields, dashing and dodging barb wire fences... lions and tigers and bears... just kidding, but barb wire yes... and make it to Waldheim, another Mennonite land of No Gas Stations being open on Sunday. Eventually a nice farmer man took pity on us and filled 'er up with enough gas to header home. Our adventure continues. Jeff's fancy glasses were fogging up and we had to cross a highway so he decides to stop and take a clear look. We are in a ditch. We are stuck. Stuck in a ditch. The snow is up to my shoulders. Now for some narration in the story: "Well Kristin, let's start digging," says Jeff. Haha. 20 minutes later we are free at last, free at last, thank God Almighty we're free at last. Back to the bumpy scary ride. We eventually make it to Martinsville... Jeff survived numorous punches and screaming in his ear from me to slow down... but we made it. And... Jeff had left his lights on on the truck. Crap. SOOO we get his friend to give us a boost. The hood is frozen shut. CRAP CRAP CRAP. His friend eventually lets us take his truck home, and Jeff drops me off around 7:30 pm. We had expected being home by 5:30. Anyway it gets worse. He calls me 5 minutes later from his cell phone... he had left the garage door opener IN his truck... back in Martinsville (another 20 minute drive from S'toon town). I felt so sorry for him!!! Anyway it was QUITE the day. Keep in mind that it was -17 Celcius out... although we were all geared up, there's nothing anyone can do to remain warm for 7 hours of -17 in Saskatchewan.

Well I have been really wanting to share that story with the world, so I feel really glad right now that I have a blog to do so.

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