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.

I am leaving on Friday morning at 11:15 am for Prague! I can't believe it!

An Ethiopian Experience

I had actually turned my computer off and was coming upstairs to get ready for bed when I realized that, you know what, I actually had a few things in mind to blog about. I figure if you're already planning your next blog, or if you actually have a good idea of what you'd like to talk about, then really you should do it right then and there otherwise it just won't happen.

So yah, I thought I would talk about what I did this evening because it was kind of fun. I took an African Environment and Society class last semester, and it was a brand new class being offered at the last minute. Since it was so last minute, there only ended up being about 15 of us in it, which was really quite nice if you ask me. Anyway, our prof in the last week of classes was telling us about this new Ethiopian restaraunt that just opened up in Saskatoon, called "Saba" I believe... I think that is what it was called. Someone suggested that we all meet there for dinner one night, so guess what we did. We all went for dinner at the Ethiopian restaraunt. Just about every person showed up. In fact, I can't think of one person who didn't come, besides one guy who moved back home for the summer already. That is so weird that everyone came! Before I got there, I was like, oh my gosh what if nobody shows up, and I have to eat dinner with my prof?! haha I honestly would have died. I really don't know anyone in that class all that well, besides the guy who didn't come and one other girl who did come. You kind of chat in class or whatever, but anyway it was very funny that 15 people and a prof all spent the evening together. It was interesting, they brought out big platters, that the people sitting across from each other shared. Without utensils. At first I was sitting directly across from my prof and I couldn't believe I was about to share this big plate of food with him of all people there, why am I sitting across from my prof. Anyway then the two girls eating the vegetarian plate had to move everyone so that they were sitting across from each other, and I ended up eating with this girl Ashley who, again I don't know, and happens to be as picky of an eater as I am. So here we are, eating our Ethiopian food (tasty... kind of a curry like feel to the food, it was quite delicious), and we're eating with our fingers of course. Then they bring us Ethiopian coffee in a cup as big as a shot glass, and I take a sip of it without cream and sugar, and frick it was the strongest coffee I have ever tasted in my life, I was like geez I'm gonna be up all night! It was delicious though once I put a bit of cream and sugar in. An Ethiopian woman sat beside us and roasted the coffee beans in a clay pot, and it was such great coffee. Anyway of all the people there, Ashley and I eat the least, not because it was bad, just because there was a lot of food and yah, it was just a little bit different, and the Ethiopian owners are like, what is wrong? too spicy? i have more in the back, do you want? eat! eat! fricken eat! Okay they didn't say fricken eat. But we were like oh man this is kind of embarrasing, and I was trying to get the guy beside me to eat some of ours but he had already eaten all of his and he was full. But I still got him to eat my lamb. Yuck I hate lamb, Ethiopian or not. I have another story about eating lamb but I will not tell that tonight. At the end of the night, it was $10 each, and the prof decided we should each give him cash and he'll pay altogether. Little miss depend-on-interact here did not have cash, and I have to write the man a cheque for ten bucks! I am the only one who wasn't carrying cash. Does anyone else find that strange? Anyway I go to pull out my chequebook and out comes my LaSenza bra card for all the class to see. That was slightly funny. I think I recovered quickly. All in all, it was a fun night. I got to get to know a bunch of really fun people that I wished I had gotten to know before the semester ended. So that is too bad. It made me think I shoud be more friendly to those around me because I might just meet a great friend.

And thus, the moral of my story:
Be nice to strangers. Just don't get in their cars. Even if they offer you candy.

Well I am done sharing what I wanted to share.

I go to work at 8:30 am starting tomorrow. Every day, up at 7 am. Sigh. Goodnight.

My Hair

I finally brought my film in to Shoppers today... it dates all the way back to last August, when Chad and I drove to Brandon for Becky and Derek's wedding. That was a fun trip. Well I just thought I'd post a couple of them for you all to enjoy. I miss my long hair now that I see those pics... for those of you who have seen me since Tuesday... that would be my family and Lynnel and that's it... I chopped it off even MORE. To my chin. How brave of me! I love the cut a lot, but I also colored it and it's a little bit bold for me... I am going to see her Monday to get some lowlights put in to tone her down a bit. hehe. I am so picky when I get my hair done!
Thats all for now.

Oh just one more, I couldn't resist his cuteness! 

Lynnel and I and our funny faces... 

Becky and I at her wedding in August