"Sign a Visa application or I'll sneeze on you." *hard stare*

I'm sorry. I fail at blogging, of late. Really fail. Mmmm, tea. *cough* Anyhow, things have happened of late! It's true! For one, Fraulein and I had a social weekend. 

*stares*

Stop laughing, you. It's true. We really did. And I participated, and everything. *big eyes.* It was like this. Back in the day, I used to take dance lessons, in the next town over. And last weekend, my old teacher, and Fraulein's current one, invited us out for a sleepover! It was originally intended to be for two nights, but due to work and weather related issues, we were just there for one night. So Miss H came out and picked us up, and took us out for Pizza in the aforementioned next town. So that was delicious, and I ate too much and we talked about many things, and then we rented Nick And Nora's Infinite Playlist. Which is an amusing film, not for small children. *cough* Or young teenagers. Nope!

The next morning I woke up early, miraculously enough, and then talked over breakfast with Miss H about many more things, for two hours. :D It was fun. Oh, and then we went snowshoeing! I had never been snowshoeing, that I remembered, so that was new and hard. I, um, am rarely, if ever, the one to suggest and form of physical activity, other than a walk. But I usually end up enjoying myself, and this time was no exception. Of course, I am also ridiculously out of shape. It's sad, how out of shape I am. And also how that does not inspire me to any exercise at all. *is sad* BUT- the snowshoeing was fun. And then we came back to the house, and highly awkwardly, I became ill. This is the first time in NINE YEARS that I've been stomach sick. So that was not good. It's strange how apologetic you feel, getting ill in someone else's house. "Um, I'm sorry, but I just, uh, threw up. I feel fine now though! Really!" *sheepish* So then I dozed off and shook for a little while, and we looked at pictures of Miss H's trip to the UK, and then we went home early and I slept more. 

There you have it, my social adventure! I really am sorry about being ill, though. Kinda breaks the rules of polite behavior. *sigh*

Are We Well At All?

"I'm not quite down with the way they roll/ they throw knives from their eyes at my parasol."

Si vales, valeo!

I bought an airline ticket! Moreover, it is not Air Canada, which causes me much joy. My, it is nice knowing that if my flight gets canceled due to flooding or bomb threats or freak snow storms of mechanical failure, I am covered. Not that getting stuck in airports isn't interesting, but it does also tend to mess up the schedule. 

And why, you ask, did I buy an airline ticket? Was it just for the wonderful experience of modern economy air travel? No, I answer, it was not. You see, on Monday I was startled to find out that I get paid vacation time at work, and I needed to figure out when I was taking it. Like, NOW I needed to figure out when I was taking time off. Cue me sitting on my bed staring at a schedule and panicking. One of the options I was leaning towards was popping over to Europe for a week and climbing around castles. However, traveling Europe alone, for my first Vacation, (read: I'm not an experienced traveler), didn't really seem safe. I need someone to watch my luggage while I'm on the train, and stuff. And I was unable to find someone to commit to European travel for a week in the summer on twenty minutes notice. *sigh* People are so unimaginative, all hung up about work terms, and internships, and money, and study terms.... Just jesting, you know I jest. Well, not about the not being able to find someone, but about the fact that I am vexed at people for not being available for two weeks in England. *cough* 

Moving on! The next option that came to mind was; Visit People! It was right about then that I remembered that my College, (Augustine College- you should go), has a graduation this year. Just like last year, in fact. However, this year I am an Alumnus- Alumna- Alumnas- I am a person who has successfully graduated, and the fact that I remember none of my Latin has absolutely no bearing on that fact. Moreover, it is an Augustinian tradition, of sorts, to attend later graduations in full stately robes and sarcasm, and pat the students fondly on their sleep-deprived heads. ALSO, (yes, there were more reasons,) Em is still at the college, Moon Unit is in town and will be attending, Moon Unit's friend Zaktrik is graduating, Lord willing, and some of the other alumni might be there as well! 

Then, I looked at air costs for the two days I was going to be traveling. Lo and behold, not only were the two flights the lowest fares within 28 days, what with airline costs and such the cost of the ticket was still just covered by my shiny new Visa card. At this point, I was clearly receiving divine signs. And who am I to tamper in the divine plan? I bought the tickets. :D

All joking aside, though, I am continually amazed at how obvious and easy things are when that's what God wants me to do/where God wants me to be. Problems just take one look at me and melt away. 

Anyway, that's my news. And I'm excited to travel and take my first ever professional vacation, and I'm trying not to count down the days from TOO far in advance. 

"Make no wonder you've gotta be an adult to be a fire fighter, these steps are huge!"

More news from the continuing saga of the scorch mark outside the tank farm! I have ascertained, through judicious use of talking to firefighters, that a snowmobile caught fire and burned to a crisp on last Friday evening. No one was hurt, and a fine time was had by all. This includes the many gawkers and gossips that inhabit a small town, (me, you say? Nooooooo.....) since they now have narrowly averted death-by-being-blown-to-kingdom-come to exclaim over. 

And how did I go about talking to firefighters, you ask? It was child's play, really. The Brownies went to the firehall tonight to talk to the firemen, the police and the ambulance, and since I'm a leader I tagged along and listened to the firemen, police and paramedics talk about the current local dramas. So yes, I didn't really do anything in terms of collecting information other than not zoneing out when the professionals are talking about fires and accidents and other dreadfully boring things. 

Hmm, I seem to be in a sarcastic or perhaps sardonic mood. How strange and unusual. This is partly inspired by the fact that I made supper today. I made Chicken Cacciatore, and I swear that I did not notice that there was wine in the recipe until I had it halfway done. There was also garlic bread and salad. However, the happening that has put me in a rather ferociously verbose state of mind is the fact that somewhere in the afternoon, I lost my elastoplast. Those of you who have ever seen Chef will know to what I am referring. Those of you who haven't, well, your lives are unutterably more meager and poor for your lack of proper television viewing. 

In other news, I love writing. 

That is all. Feel free to return to your regularly scheduled lives. 

"Did you write 12k in half and hour?" "No, I wrote 12k in two months."

I've found a new item to go on the list of "things you really don't want to see." This would be a scorch mark about six feet across on the pavement, when the scorch mark also includes blackened shards of metal and glass, and the pavement is right outside the gas and oil depot. They used to have aircraft fuel there, but now they just have your basic gasoline, heating oil, diesel, that kind of thing which you really want to have fire around. Yikes?

In other news, I bought wine for the first time! I needed it for a chicken recipe, all you people with suspicious minds. And yes, Mommy and I sampled it, but that's beside the point. :D Anyhow, that was my first time in the liquor store without someone who know what they were doing, and I was LOST. It's when you're trying to buy things yourself that you finally notice that everything is in french and russian. I'm wandering up and down the aisles going, ~that's a pretty bottle- oh, it's vodka. Oh look, that has a kangaroo on it! and- *peers at it* -it looks like it's red. I need white. Oh, that one has a kiwi on the label! And it's a chardonnay. I need white. Wait a minute...~ Yes, it was a sad and pathetic spectacle, and I finally decided on a bottle which had a smily sign next to it that said, "I'm good with chicken!" (The recipe was a success, so I guess the sign did not lie. ) So I made my way to the cash register, clutching my bottle and my wallet-containing-photo-id, and they didn't ask for ID! 

I'm a little bit bemused by that. What does it mean? I shall ponder this. I was wearing my devastating red coat and uber-stylish knitted cap, so I COULD have just looked far too mature and worldly-wise to be underage. Yeah, that must be it.