Jerksack

My friend Sam has a potentially cracked rib, which mysteriously began to hurt a few days after I left her house. Have any of you ever seen an interaction between Sam and myself? It typically involves a fair amount of punching. As I said in my post about the Alberta visit, a weekend with Sam "meant four days of verbal and physical fighting." And now she may have a crack in one of her ribs. Perhaps this sequence of events is merely coincidental. But perhaps repeatedly punching someone in the ribs will occasionally cause one to crack. Just in case the latter is true, this is my public apology: I am sorry.

Mmmm...Zzzzzz

Do you know what happens when I eat Indian food? It's really fun. My face gets really warm and then I fall asleep. Maybe I am allergic to something? Anyways, Celia and Adam learned about my little problem when they fed me a delicious meal of butter chicken at 7:30 on Saturday night. I was asleep by 8:30 and did not wake up until Sunday morning. I warned them that it would happen, but I think they were a little bit skeptical. Now they know and so do you.

Anywho... Missions Fest weekend was pretty cool. I enjoyed being called Debbie all weekend while wearing a nametag that was not mine. I did not enjoy sitting in the Peace Arch border crossing for an hour trying to explain what I was doing at Missions Fest (which I had never been to before and basically knew nothing about) and why I had a large box full of ice cream balls in my trunk (which were for The Colonel).

Also, The Colonel is amazing and made my car work yesterday when it decided it did not want to start.

Hey Nook, don't you have any friends in Seattle to hang out with?

Yet again, I'm leaving for the Great White North today after work. This time I'm driving to Vancouver where I will get to see the new camp brochures and shirts, and also Celia and Adam. Next weekend I think I'll stay here.

we sure did have fun at those ice sculptures

Alberta

I have survived yet another weekend in the Great White North, so I guess I will tell you a thing or two about my four days in Alberta.

Aside from bathroom breaks and showers, I spent pretty much every minute of my weekend with Sam. Naturally, this meant four days of verbal and physical fighting. In the most loving way possible, of course. Wonk and Keywee used the phrase "old married couple" but I think that term better describes Wonk and Keywee. Anyways, I made it out with only three inexplicable bruises and Sam and I only had to stop being friends three times all weekend (we are friends again thanks to a successful series of trust exercises).

We got to see Jen, which was the reason I flew out to begin with. She was not feeling well all weekend so we did not spend too much time at her apartment. But we got to say hello and give her the knobs that I stole for her from Ikea. Jen looks cute without hair, by the way. I would even say that she pulls off the look better than Colin does.

Hm. What else? I got to see Chelsea and Little F in Camrose, which was really fun because I was not expecting it! Also, I did not once fall asleep while Sam was driving. Mostly because there was a robot lady talking to us in the car. Twist cones, BCF, lattes, a banana, and other delicious things were consumed. It was great fun.

But now it is back to fusion beads and kickball. Which reminds me, I should really be going. Recess calls.

Bread and Airplanes

Last night at the bread dumpster the pickings were great! Needless to say, we went a little overboard. We ended up with 9 loaves of bread (Rosemary Diamante, Walnut, Raisin Pecan, Mill Grane, Sweet Potato Pecan, Fremont Sourdough, and 2 Olive). We also got a Parisian baguette. Those are usually too hard by the time they are dumped, but this one was pretty soft. It was a pretty good find and we should probably eat that one soon so it does not go to waste... again. Haha. I'm funny.

Well, I am supposed to be packing right now because I am about to embark on the best weekend of my year so far. The mere anticipation of this weekend has caused me an unhealthy amount of excitement, so I'm sure the weekend itself will be quite exhilarating. The only bad thing is that yesterday I finished the book that I was going to read at the airport/on the airplane. Oh, who am I kidding? We all know I'll be asleep before the plane even takes off.

Oops, shouldn't have done THAT

Oh, is that me running a red light?
I'm such a criminal.

Danged photo enforcement.
I didn't even get a chance to talk my way out of it!
They just sent me these pictures in the mail and a bill for $101.

14

Sometimes I think it's too bad that cute little toddlers like my cousin Dylan turn into 14 year old boys who grow mustaches and hustle the kids at lunch like my brother does.

Let's pretend it's still Thursday so I can say...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY AUSTIN!

Suburbia

Did I ever mention how much I dislike the suburbs? Probably not. Because, while I've never been a huge fan of suburbia, I don't think that I have had a reason to actively dislike them until right now.

Let me explain.

This weekend I am hanging out with my two year old cousin while his parents are out of town. They live in an apartment in the suburbs of Seattle, so that is where I am for the weekend. Dylan (the cousin) and I went for a walk to the grocery store to get something for dinner. But before we left I thought to myself, "I'd better remember the apartment number." 302. I remembered it. It was not until we got back that I realized that there are about a billion apartments in this complex claiming the number 302, each prefixed with a different letter of the alphabet. Ridiculous. Let's just say I did not find the right apartment on the first try. Or the second. Or the third. Stupid generic housing complexes. But other than that we are having a lot of fun.

Uh, don't mess

I am a big fan of chocolate. I eat a lot of it and I find this to be perfectly acceptable because I consider chocolate to be a fruit (sort of the way I consider pizza to be a vegetable).

ANYWAYS, this post is not about my love for chocolate. It is about a very specific chocolate bar. The one I am enjoying right now, in fact. On the wrapper, it says this: As you will soon discover, this is no ordinary chocolate bar. The whole experience has been created to tantalize your tastebuds, seduce your senses, and satisfy your cravings.

I sure wish Gen Sofie was here to read that aloud. A little scandali, don't you think?

Paranoia

I woke up in a panic three times last night, worried that I had once again slept through my alarm. 12:44, 2:04, and 4:10. Then I got a phone call at 5:30 about the snow day that I am currently enjoying.

Snooze

I suck! I nearly slept through work again this morning! I have no idea what is going on. All I know is that somehow I keep waking up with my cell phone (which I use for an alarm) in my hand, alarm turned off. Yesterday I woke up an hour and a half late and today it was half an hour. I am not exactly what you might call 'coherent' in the morning, so it is really quite the mystery.

Anyways, it's snowing right now. I am hoping we will get a snow day and I will not have to worry about this whole waking up dilemma, at least for one day.

Zzzzzzzzzz

I like sleep more than anyone else I know. I can sleep anytime and anywhere even if I have no reason to be tired. Movie theaters, African drum performances, Old Navy, you name it. But I do not like sleep at 7:30am when I am supposed to be at work at 6:45. Oops, shouldn't have done THAT!

Dos

Two things about today.

First, I found a wireless internet connection at my apartment. And the first thing I did after realizing this was rush out the door to go to work leaving myself signed into MSN and Google Talk. Rookie move!

Second, there is this game that we play at work when kids are not around called Make Ashley Blush. My coworkers get points every time they make me blush. This game sucks and none of you should ever play it. I never win because I can't get points. It is part of the game that I don't get points. I get smiley faces for doing things that are cute. Isn't that horrible? Anyways. That is all I will say about that. Good day.

Freakend

When you have a junky car, you just have to tell junky car stories. Picture this. I am driving on the freeway. I-5 North. I hear a popping sort of sound. My car gets really cold and really loud really fast. I look in the rearview mirror. My rear window seems unusually clean. I turn around. My hatchbacked trunk is OPEN. The trunk... it just popped open like it was no big deal. I'm glad my stuff didn't fall all over the Interstate.

And here is a picture of me and Lauren getting wind burn at Mt. Baker.

Fine, I'll Update...

...but I really do not know what to say. I guess I will make this an update on, well, life. I am sort of sorry to do this because I think that the little things (like dumpster bread and exploding mineral water) are much more interesting than the big things (like plans for the future or career ambitions). The bread dumpster is back, by the way. Did I ever share that? Anyways, I presently find it appropriate to share with you what I will be doing with myself in the reasonably near future. So, here you go.

The rumors are true, I am moving to CANADA. More specifically, to Alberta. That is as much as I can say about location due to my current undecidedness and the simple fact that this is months away and I don't ever plan that far ahead. When, you ask? In September. Why? Because I'm eventually going to finish my degree there and I really just want to.

What do you think of this?