Happy Canada Day!

It’s CANADA DAY tomorrow and Robin’s birthday AND Amy is in town. Promising to be fun. Not only that but me and Cynnie are going up to the property! It has been forever since I have been up and been in the water, totally looking forward to that and hanging out with my sis.

My life lately has been stressful because of work, so I really feel like I need this time off to recoup.

My trip home deserves its own post and I really am going to make the time soon to give it what it deserves. My parents are my heros and I love them so much. They threw me the party of my lifetime and I will never forget it. I am so thankful I have this loving and beautiful family that surrounds me (this includes my old friends – because they will always be a part of my family too). And new to my family is my husband-to-be (in 6 weeks!). He is over the moon with excitement and happiness, which melts my heart from the inside out.

A salut to all Canadians that I love this weekend. Happy Canada Day.

xoxoxoxoxoox

Not easy having a blog.

It’s not easy having a blog – there is guilt involved when you do not keep it updated, and to be honest it is a commitment. The reason I wanted to have a blog in the first place is try to capture moments/times in my life so that I could reflect upon them when I need/want to. I find it such an amazing fact of the  world right now, that we have the technology to keep our words preserved until the end of time. That is what the fact really is. Websites providing this service are really storing individuals day to day history, forever. It is pretty far out when I think that we wouldn’t of ever predicted that we would have capabilities like this 30 or so years ago, reminds me of Margret Atwood.

I am going to post more in the next months, mark my words (and store them for ever)...ha ha ha

A letter to Jon - from HWY 417

So what is more lame…getting backended on the 417 in the middle of rush hour or waiting on the 417 for the cops to show up? Yes – you got it. They are equal in their lameness. It is seriously not my day. I need a drink.

So hows my guy…wish I could call you right now, but no cell to speak of. And therefore the highway hanging out is all I got here and I can use my word and write you a little letter and feel a bit better and a bit more productive then doing absolutely nothing but staring and traffic passing us. I even had a guy yet out “Idiot” to me. Great. Thanks buddy, yah, its all my fault isn’t it? I am the one in front. I automatically win. The guy behind me loses; it isn’t rocket science who is in fault here.

Anyway, whatever, its 30 degrees, sunny…who wouldn’t want to be in hot traffic smelling exhaugst and wanting water. Maybe this is what I get for being so cute. Ha ha ha. I mean though in the big sheme of things I got it so good, so this is a like a little “dent” (pardon the pun) to make it even in the long run. I don’t know about that, but lets go with it.

The bumper on the Element looks like ass – sorta evens out the dings in the sides I guess. The car makes noises like its from 1995, and the clutch still squeeks. Matt says that sometimes it goes away – maybe it’s the way I drive it, that is what my Dad might say. SO the funny thing is that the windshield whiper fluid light is on, and the check maintenance light. Also with my experience with my Dad’s car last week – the wind shield washer was out there as well. Funny yet retarded. But hey, that sums up my family some times.

Oh – I see cops in the distance – hope they are mine.

By the way - the guy who rear ended me was nice enough to take a picture with his iphone and send it to me via email so that I have memories for ever. awesome.