. . . This bed is on fire with passionate love
The neighbors complain about the noises above
But she only comes when she's on top. . .

Yes, I did have a good weekend, thanks for asking.


First of all, let me get this out of the way:

Worst business name ever.

Anyway - the weekend.


Thursday morning (my birthday) my boss and I drove down to Truro for our meeting. We got there late because.. well, for a variety of reasons, but it didn't hinder anything too much. I could get into what happened at the meeting, but it really isn't all that interesting. However, I was given a few tasks, so I feel a bit useful.

I took off, with my giant, 100 pound suitcase, to the train station. There were about 50 small children who also boarded the train, but they had their own car, so my impending homicidial urges were avoided.

I arrived home to flowers from Lisa, and my father. As soon as he saw Lisa was around he took off and made her drive me home. Jerk. Ah well. My father has a habit of particularly bad parenting on my birthday (most notable: On the actual day of my birth, he went fishing with his buddies. Okay, it was Father's Day, but, c'mon. I should be gift enough.)

After good food was PRESENTS! No kayak, AGAIN, but I did get a coffee table, which I've been desperately needing. I currently use a Tuperware storage bin for a cofee table/automan. I also got some patio chairs, for my.. uhm, patio. All of these are still back home, though, because I could bring neither on the train back with me. I'll hopefully get them sent up soon enough, though. *cough* *cough*

Thankfully, Thursday night I was granted freedom. My mother had initially barred me from any other human contact aside from her and my aunt. However, seeing as how they were playing cards with my father, and I was downstairs watching TV by myself, she felt pity for me and allowed me to spend the night in much more hospitable quarters.

Friday was a busy day. I had lots of errands to run, and only a set time to do them in. First (and most important, ha) was to get a mini-pedicure because, apparently, my feet were in bad shape. Then, it was off to PPT to visit all my seniors I used to work with/for. It was nice; I sort of felt like a minor celebrity. Actually, I was surprised how many of them remembered me, seeing as how old a lot of them are. It was then off to get my hair colored - always an enjoyable, yet expensive, experience. Then it was to UW. They were cute - they had a cake and card for me, even though I don't work there anymore. Again, I must say I did feel like a minor celebrity. The big news there is that the ED resigned, and will be gone by the end of the summer. I don't know what that means in terms of me going back there, but I guess we'll see.

Eventually, I did make it home. By this time, but sistah had arrived from Ottawa. Girls night had begun. We ordered pizzas and got started on manicures and pedicures. My sister and I played the roles of the little asian women you see in the mall, and my mother and my aunt played the roles of rich trophy-wives. Ha. Anyway, we put on the last coats of polish by 1am.

Hm, I feel I'm babbling a bit, so I'll leave out some of the more minor details for the rest of the weekend.

My aunt became a married woman at 3:00pm, Saturday, June 19th. It took all of 10 minutes. She looked like she was going to burst out laughing at any point. For those of you who don't know, our family isn't very good at being serious for any length of time. We're weird, but I also like to think that we're usually pretty fun to be around.

We spent the afternoon waiting for supper to start. Once again, my belief that little boys hate me was reinforced. I don't know what it is about me, but I just can't seem to connect with them. Little girls seem to like me, but little boys are afraid of me, or just don't like me. It actually upsets me a little bit. I'm afraid I'm going to have boy babies and I'll completely alienate them and they'll become feral or something....

What was I saying?

Oh yah. Wedding. Good time was had by all.

Saturday night was delightful, despite a bit of a temper tantrum and subsequent rearraging/destruction of furniture. Hm. That sounds much worse than it was.

Sunday: Jean's Restaurant, Chapters (ugh), then off to Toys R' Us to get KITES! I loved kite flying when I was a kid. Granted, I wasn't very good at it (as was the case in most things I did when I was a child), but I loved being able to connect with the sky via a piece of string. We spent the afternoon flying our kites, then it was back home for an old school family BBQ.

That's about it, more or less, but this is a giant post, and none of you are really that interested, right?