It's never one simple topic

I decided I should write today because I am leaving this evening for good old Porcupine Plain (woooooo hooooooooooooo!! hehe). So I don't think I'll have any chance to correspond with you good people for a little while. I shall enlighten you this afternoon with my smarts, wit and charm.

First of all, I am going to Porcupine for Jeff's grandpa's funeral, which is sad. Funerals are never nice. I find I cry at funerals of people I don't even know. I'm sure this one will be no exception. So just so everyone knows where I am. Now you can sleep at night.

As for follow-up to my shopping excursions, I have to say I have gone a little bit crazy. I have bought four pairs of dress pants in the last week. Just in time for our company to move into "business casual", where now I can where pretty much whatever I want besides jeans.
Sooooo I guess I'll just have to go buy some new business casual pants now. Hmm. Darn. I think I'll save that for the weekend trip in Edmonton.

I also got my hair done again yesterday. I think I am a junkie. A hair junkie if you will. It's dark. Well Jenna says it is still blonde, but I think I look more like a brunette with blonde highlights. I'm not sure, you be the judge. I would like to find out if blonde's truly do have more fun. When we were in London trudging our huge luggage around, several men offered to help me carry my luggage up and down the stairs when we would take the Underground. Erin blamed it on me being blonde. Me, I don't know, I thought it was probably because I had the most luggage and men in London believe in chivalry. It's part of their history. It wouldn't have been the easiest luggage to steal as it was definitely the bulkiest and heaviest.

I don't know if anyone saw "Rob and Amber Get Married" last night, but it was so beautiful and so romantic. Sigh. That's all I'll say about reality TV. Everyone should be happy that this TV season is over so that I won't blog about it anymore! (Go CARRIE!!!)

I have a lunch break in 4 minutes. I think I will have to finish this at 2:00.

Hmm well that was an exciting lunch. I topped it all off with getting in a car accident. My favorite dessert. It was fairly minor, so don't worry. Nobody was hurt, and my car is the least damaged. It just gave me a lovely headache. I am thrilled. Now, how do I become one of those people who get injured in car accidents and get free massage therapy for the rest of their life??? Truly I would like to know. My back hurts. (Really actually it does!!!). Maybe Kevin would know, as we now share this uber experience.

Okay everyone, there is a big pile of paper on my desk that is calling my name.

So have a great weekend.

Bitter Sweet Blog

I am horribly disappointed
in this morning's weather. All week Rambling Dave has geared Saskatoon up for a beautiful warm and sunny May Long Weekend. Yet it is dreary and sad out there. However it is still morning, so the sun still has a small chance of making an appearance.

I did not have an enjoyable evening last night. I spent the evening at the hospital with Jeff and his entire family because his grandpa was not expected to make it through the night (although he actually did). I don't know if you've ever spent last moments with someone but it really is horrible. I was even there for when the pastor came to pray with everyone, and I thought, "What does one pray for in a time like this?" I think that is all I will say about that.

On a lighter note, I am not really too sure what to do with myself right now. It is Saturday morning and I have an entire weekend ahead of me and I have nothing to do. I was hoping to suntan but those plans are shot through the heart (AND YOU'RE TO BLAME, BABY YOU GIVE LOOVVVE A BAD NAME, BAD NAME). I was head banging to that just now. Anyway, I was thinking perhaps I could go shopping. Shopping is a very wonderful thing. It is the thing I do when I don't really know what to do. Or if I am having a bad day. It's like taking a pill when you have a headache, like a cup of hot chocolate on a snowy day or like a big furry hug from a friendly neighborhood bear. Hmm putting those peices together, I come to the conclusion that shopping = comfort. You're probably thinking right now that I am obviously pretty smart to have figured that out. The most recent addition to my wardrobe is a pair of white pants. White pants are very in this year ladies. Mine have been in my closet for a week now, complete with tags and all, but at least I have some. I need a wedding or something to wear them to.

Speaking of weddings, Jenna is going to one in Edmonton in the first weekend of June, and I am tagging along for the ride. Let me rephrase - I AM the ride. Right. Anyway my friend Angela is coming along and the three of us are going to stir up some fantastic fun together. We're staying in a very nice hotel and plan on doing some shopping... hmm maybe I shouldn't shop today... mmm, yes maybe I should.

As for this coming weekend, Jeff and I are kicking of the CAMPING SEASON! I am very excited, as long as the weather holds up. One of the things I bought him for Christmas was a tackle box, so he is excited to have need of that. We are going with Angela and her boyfriend Kim. The boys can fish and Angela and I can bask in the beautiful sun (God willing...). Sounds delightful!

And that is my blog for today.

Kristin.

Me overlooking the city

Koo-Koo

I now understand Kristy-Anne's hesitation to blog after returning home from her big trip to Mexico. I feel like there is so much to say about Prague but where does one start? So it is easier to just say nothing at all! But I have now been home for five days, and I have put off blogging long enough and the time has come friends, the time has come.

I really did have a great trip. There was so much to see, and every day was different and exciting. I decided that the thing that makes or breaks a trip is the people you are with. Because believe me there were some koo-koos on that trip. I don't know if I've ever called anyone a koo-koo until this day but the word just flew out of my fingertips onto the screen and it just seemed to fit so perfectly. The oldest koo-koo was the Prof. He was a different sort of man, although one of the most easy-to-handle koo-koos on the trip. He was sort of a frenzic type. Funny thing about him was that sarcasm went right over his head, and every time we were laughing about something he looked as us all blankly with his mouth gaped open and he'd scratch his head.

The biggest koo-koo was an absolute air-head. I honestly don't know how this girl is going to make it in life. I can't believe she got herself to Prague and back. I have never ever met such an airhead in my life and she wasn't even blonde. Somehow it slipped her mind to make arrangements for accomodations for her night in London, and she ended up sleeping at Heathrow. That in itself is not so bad, but when you are as stupid as this girl, sleeping in the biggest airport in the world is a dangerous thing. The next morning when I saw her after her night in the airport (and my night in the Holiday Inn), she told me her stories about strange creepy men taking her out for coffee and then following her into the women's washroom and wouldnt' leave...then about a group of drunks who had been kicked out of two hotels already and were trying to convince her to fly home with them instead of back to Canada...like hello this girl could have been raped and killed.

Anyways I was slightly koo-koo myself, but this did not start ON my trip but actually in my room the night before... I packed for a year long stay I think. Nobody needs 5 pairs of shoes, 5 pairs of pants, numerous t-shirts, tanktops, skirts, sweaters, a dress and pretty much everything else that fits inside an oversized piece of luggage. I pretty much packed my room into my suitcase. And I paid for it too. The flight I took from Prague to London was by an airline called EasyJet - sort of like a JetsGo deal, but EasyJet has been established for 10 years and is not bankrupt. Anyway they have a limit of the amount of luggage you can bring - 20 kilos. I, of course, have 25. It cost me FIFTY FREAKING DOLLARS to bring the luggage home!!! It cost more to bring my luggage home than it did for my entire flight to London! Frick. I was sad about that. Furthermore, do you know how much 25 kilos is? Oh I do. Let me tell you. 77 pounds. I dragged 77 pounds plus a 15 pound carry-on and two purses 3 hours across London by the time Jen, Jackie and I got to our hotel room. I figure it was like carrying a 10 year old across my shoulders for 3 hours. In London, Friday between 5 and 7 pm is rush hour. Guess what time we took the subway. 6 pm. I wouldn't recommend anyone taking the subway between these times even without almost 100 pounds of luggage. It was pure hell. I think that hell would be just like Victoria Station in London at 6pm. It was quite an experience to say the least.

Okay so those were some of the low points. Oh yes and the bathrooms are kind of gross and you have to pay for them most of the time. And if you go bring your own toilet paper unless you like scratchy stuff. Ew. Interesting none the less.

Prague and Vienna are beautiful. You should go there. Just BYOTP.