2004-08-16
Well, Time for my bi-monthly post. Went to Lynnsey's cabin on Friday with Lynn, Carla, Mel, Margaret and Sylvie. Did I forget anyone?? No... good. The shopping trip on Wednesday was kinda funny... thank G0d we'd made up a list of stuff to buy before even heading out to the store. And thank God for Margaret, Queen of planning and organising. We'd be nowhere without her. Or, at the very least, we'd all still be in Lynnsey's living room saying "So, guys. What should we buy?"
And, just for the record, driving with three hyperactive people and with a walkie-talkie that provides verbal access to a car carrying an additional three hypreactive people is very, VERY fun. There were times I was laughing so hard I could hardly breathe. And I was DRIVING, for goodness sakes. Fun. The lake water was BLOODY cold, though. Poor Mel nearly got hypothermia when she went in. I took pity on her and helped her back out. An evil person woulda let her drown. Oh, why can't I be an evil person??
Thankfully, Lynnsey's plan for skinny dipping didn't pan out. We decided to watch a corny movie and, by the time it was over, it was really dark. People were all like "So, do we want to do skinnydipping? But then what will we do?" Indecisiveness was sucky, so I finally said "Fine, let's go swimming. But I ain't gettin' nekkid." We got down to the dock, decided it was freaky-dark, turned tail back to the cabin and got drunk. Very fun. It's been WAY too long for me. I think I was the most smashed person there. Everything was suddenly very funny. :D Sunday morning came, but Carla's promised Belgain Waffles did not. Lack of yeast. That was okay, though. I don't think any of us were in the mood for a huge breakfast. We were all kinda groggy. Thankfuly, no hangover for me. YAY!
Went to Killarney today with Mommy and her bud Lori. Long drive with parent and friend is not so much fun. Was dying for at least ONE of my buds. Got to Killarney and drove around a bit... to the place where Mommy grew up, to the cemetary where both my grandparents are burried (They died before I was born). It was amazing to see how many people died in '72... the same year as my grandpa. Also depressing to know how many people Mom knew there. "That's my friend who had a heart attack at the age of 13, there's that girl that was run over by at boat a year later..." Yeah... going to Killarney cemetary with Mommy was fun.
Then we got to the point of our trip and went to see Mom's friend Hazel and her husband Brian. Or, as my Mom calls Hazel, her second mom. I'd forgotten just how cute Brian is. I wish he was my real grandfather. He's so funny. We went on a little tour of Killarney, around the beach, out near William Lake to see where the house my grandmother was born in used to stand. Went to see other places, the new housing developments.
The little tour renforced my wish to not live in a small town. Everyone really DID know everyone else's business. "So and so played around with so and so and the couple split up, this couple seperated and she's stuck with 3 little boys..." et cetera, et cetera. Having everyone in town know about this is one thing, but having it narrated to complete strangers during a town tour is another thing. True, most of these visitors really don't care about these people and couldn't put faces to names. Well... my Mom could, seeing as she grew up in that town. But, it's jsut kinda strange.
Next, we went to see one of Hazel's daughters. They have a beautiful place... swear to God, this woman should be an interior designer. Not that there'd be much demand in Killarney. Best of all... the people had a KITTEN!! It, well, HE belongs to their daughter, who's a year younger than me. TJ was a beautiful, fluffy little burmese kitten with soft, soft fur and BIG blue eyes. Naturally, I picked him up and held him every chance I got. We were joking that I'd steal him, that I'd walk out the door with this fluffy little tail sticking out my pocket. He didn't fit... I tried. Kidding.
We went for a nice supper and everyone just chatted and, in my Mom's case, caught up on life. Turns out Stacey, the daughter, is going into her third year of education at U of Brandon. She was talking to me about some of the former roommates she'd had, some of her troubles with finding a place this year. Listening to her talk, she seemed so much more wordly than I am. I've never lived away from home, I'm waiting until after I graduate. But I guess that, living in Killarney, a person kinda can't stay in their hometown and study. Thank God for living in Winnipeg. Yay us!!
On that note... tired. 'Night
And, just for the record, driving with three hyperactive people and with a walkie-talkie that provides verbal access to a car carrying an additional three hypreactive people is very, VERY fun. There were times I was laughing so hard I could hardly breathe. And I was DRIVING, for goodness sakes. Fun. The lake water was BLOODY cold, though. Poor Mel nearly got hypothermia when she went in. I took pity on her and helped her back out. An evil person woulda let her drown. Oh, why can't I be an evil person??
Thankfully, Lynnsey's plan for skinny dipping didn't pan out. We decided to watch a corny movie and, by the time it was over, it was really dark. People were all like "So, do we want to do skinnydipping? But then what will we do?" Indecisiveness was sucky, so I finally said "Fine, let's go swimming. But I ain't gettin' nekkid." We got down to the dock, decided it was freaky-dark, turned tail back to the cabin and got drunk. Very fun. It's been WAY too long for me. I think I was the most smashed person there. Everything was suddenly very funny. :D Sunday morning came, but Carla's promised Belgain Waffles did not. Lack of yeast. That was okay, though. I don't think any of us were in the mood for a huge breakfast. We were all kinda groggy. Thankfuly, no hangover for me. YAY!
Went to Killarney today with Mommy and her bud Lori. Long drive with parent and friend is not so much fun. Was dying for at least ONE of my buds. Got to Killarney and drove around a bit... to the place where Mommy grew up, to the cemetary where both my grandparents are burried (They died before I was born). It was amazing to see how many people died in '72... the same year as my grandpa. Also depressing to know how many people Mom knew there. "That's my friend who had a heart attack at the age of 13, there's that girl that was run over by at boat a year later..." Yeah... going to Killarney cemetary with Mommy was fun.
Then we got to the point of our trip and went to see Mom's friend Hazel and her husband Brian. Or, as my Mom calls Hazel, her second mom. I'd forgotten just how cute Brian is. I wish he was my real grandfather. He's so funny. We went on a little tour of Killarney, around the beach, out near William Lake to see where the house my grandmother was born in used to stand. Went to see other places, the new housing developments.
The little tour renforced my wish to not live in a small town. Everyone really DID know everyone else's business. "So and so played around with so and so and the couple split up, this couple seperated and she's stuck with 3 little boys..." et cetera, et cetera. Having everyone in town know about this is one thing, but having it narrated to complete strangers during a town tour is another thing. True, most of these visitors really don't care about these people and couldn't put faces to names. Well... my Mom could, seeing as she grew up in that town. But, it's jsut kinda strange.
Next, we went to see one of Hazel's daughters. They have a beautiful place... swear to God, this woman should be an interior designer. Not that there'd be much demand in Killarney. Best of all... the people had a KITTEN!! It, well, HE belongs to their daughter, who's a year younger than me. TJ was a beautiful, fluffy little burmese kitten with soft, soft fur and BIG blue eyes. Naturally, I picked him up and held him every chance I got. We were joking that I'd steal him, that I'd walk out the door with this fluffy little tail sticking out my pocket. He didn't fit... I tried. Kidding.
We went for a nice supper and everyone just chatted and, in my Mom's case, caught up on life. Turns out Stacey, the daughter, is going into her third year of education at U of Brandon. She was talking to me about some of the former roommates she'd had, some of her troubles with finding a place this year. Listening to her talk, she seemed so much more wordly than I am. I've never lived away from home, I'm waiting until after I graduate. But I guess that, living in Killarney, a person kinda can't stay in their hometown and study. Thank God for living in Winnipeg. Yay us!!
On that note... tired. 'Night
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