I realise I haven't written in a month but to be fair I've been sick. Yes, I've been sick for the last month. I can't believe that I've become one of THOSE people who seems to be sick all the time. It started with dizziness then about 5 days later my ears started to ache. Convinced it was an ear infection, I went to the doctor that informed me that it was only viral that it could last 2-4 weeks.
After 3.5 weeks of not doing much but watching TV and improving my Tetris skills, I started feeling much better. This was following by 3 consecutive nights of not being to sleep very well which was followed by 2 very busy days and then I ended up being sicker than before. Bleh. I returned to the doctor in which I was informed, it is still only viral and all I can do is rest. Double Bleh.
Don't get me wrong, I love watching TV and I really am a home-body by nature but I'm sick of being stuck in this house. Yesterday I was feeling that best I have in a very long time. I was feeling awfully restless so I decided to go on the treadmill. I don't know what I did to my neck but by afternoon I could barely hold it up. On top of that I've had tension headaches the last two days*.
As far as the immune system goes, it really isn't a surprise how sick I've been considering the amount of black mold I've been exposed to over the last 3 years. I had black mold in my classroom in Calgary after a flood. After I quit that job and as I prepared to move back to Regina to return to university, I discovered black mold under my bathroom sink. Upon returning to Regina, I experienced increasingly worse migraines, fatigue and various other ailments. My doctor and allergist were just convinced that my immune system just need some time to recover until I ended up in the hospital twice.
Blog posts that I've started in the last month but intend to finish someday:
- Crush of the Week: Whedonverse Edition
- Memorable moments of each year of my life
Sorry this wasn't terribly witty or well written. If I want to get back to writing, I figure I just need to start even if it is awkward.
*I have no idea why because the most stressful part of my day is trying to get past level 9 of Tetris. It really is my own fault since I'm not an ambi-turner.
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Saturday, June 18, 2011
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Oh Yes, I Still Got It!: Eleven Years Later
Please forgive, I started this post 2 weeks ago and finally got around to finishing it.
You'd think I'd know better by now to catch the bus downtown on the block with the bus station and the police station.
After working late at the university, I missed my bus transfer downtown. My bag was heavy, a bit chilly and would be more than a half hour until the next bus came so I decided to sit in the bus shelter. A couple minutes before my bus was supposed to arrive, two very rough looking drunk natives came and joined me in the shelter. One with a broken and bruised lip came and sat beside me[will refer to him as Drunk Dude]. I apologized that my bag was in the way and I moved it so moved it to my lap.
Drunk Dude' Friend: Haha, maybe that's your hope purse.
Drunk dude: [Rolls eyes]
Drunk dude: What's your name?
Me: Janice
Drunk dude: My name is Darling, nice to meet you. [Shakes hand]
Drunk Drunk Dude' Friend: How old are you?
Me: 32
Drunk Drunk Dude' Friend: Aww, you're just a youngin'. I'm 40 and never thought I'd live this long [then nonsensical rambling about rough life]
Drunk dude: [Puts hand on my arm] You are a very pretty lady
Me: Umm, thank you
Drunk dude: Can I have your number?
Me: No thank you
Drunk dude: Why?
Me: I don't know you and I don't give out my number to strangers.
Drunk dude: But how can I not be a stranger if you don't give me a chance to get to know you? Give me you number.
Me: No thank you, I'm too busy with school for dating.
Drunk Drunk Dude' Friend: Hey, want buy a 40[oz] of Crown Royal for $20? [Proceeds to pull a large bottle out of his pants]
Me: no thank you, I'm just a poor student.
Drunk dude: C'mon
Drunk Drunk Dude' Friend: Leave her allow, she's poor like us.
Drunk dude's friend pulls another bottle out of his pants, he opens it and drinks from it. The two start fighting over the fact that Drunk dude's friend started drinking from a bottle they were suppose to sell. They were ready to start fighting in the bus shelter and they were blocking the entrance. They finally settle that they can drink one and sell one.
Drunk dude: I should push you under a bus because you won't give me your number
Me: You don't want to do that
Drunk dude: I'm just jokin'
Me: What bus are you waiting for? [At this point I was ready to catch the next bus that came along just to get away from them as long it wasn't the one they were getting on]
Drunk dude's friend starts telling a long rambling story about where they are headed but never reveals which bus they are waiting for. Fortunately my bus arrives and I can get away.
May-B and I had been texting plans to get together. Immediately when I got on the bus, I texted her to tell what happened. She didn't know how I could turn down "Pants Crown Royal" for $20.*
Read about the time May-B and I were hit on by drunk construction workers at a pool hall 11 years ago.
*For serious, how could he keep 2 40oz bottles of Crown Royal in his pants? How could someone walk like that? How are his pants not falling down?
You'd think I'd know better by now to catch the bus downtown on the block with the bus station and the police station.
After working late at the university, I missed my bus transfer downtown. My bag was heavy, a bit chilly and would be more than a half hour until the next bus came so I decided to sit in the bus shelter. A couple minutes before my bus was supposed to arrive, two very rough looking drunk natives came and joined me in the shelter. One with a broken and bruised lip came and sat beside me[will refer to him as Drunk Dude]. I apologized that my bag was in the way and I moved it so moved it to my lap.
Drunk Dude' Friend: Haha, maybe that's your hope purse.
Drunk dude: [Rolls eyes]
Drunk dude: What's your name?
Me: Janice
Drunk dude: My name is Darling, nice to meet you. [Shakes hand]
Drunk Drunk Dude' Friend: How old are you?
Me: 32
Drunk Drunk Dude' Friend: Aww, you're just a youngin'. I'm 40 and never thought I'd live this long [then nonsensical rambling about rough life]
Drunk dude: [Puts hand on my arm] You are a very pretty lady
Me: Umm, thank you
Drunk dude: Can I have your number?
Me: No thank you
Drunk dude: Why?
Me: I don't know you and I don't give out my number to strangers.
Drunk dude: But how can I not be a stranger if you don't give me a chance to get to know you? Give me you number.
Me: No thank you, I'm too busy with school for dating.
Drunk Drunk Dude' Friend: Hey, want buy a 40[oz] of Crown Royal for $20? [Proceeds to pull a large bottle out of his pants]
Me: no thank you, I'm just a poor student.
Drunk dude: C'mon
Drunk Drunk Dude' Friend: Leave her allow, she's poor like us.
Drunk dude's friend pulls another bottle out of his pants, he opens it and drinks from it. The two start fighting over the fact that Drunk dude's friend started drinking from a bottle they were suppose to sell. They were ready to start fighting in the bus shelter and they were blocking the entrance. They finally settle that they can drink one and sell one.
Drunk dude: I should push you under a bus because you won't give me your number
Me: You don't want to do that
Drunk dude: I'm just jokin'
Me: What bus are you waiting for? [At this point I was ready to catch the next bus that came along just to get away from them as long it wasn't the one they were getting on]
Drunk dude's friend starts telling a long rambling story about where they are headed but never reveals which bus they are waiting for. Fortunately my bus arrives and I can get away.
May-B and I had been texting plans to get together. Immediately when I got on the bus, I texted her to tell what happened. She didn't know how I could turn down "Pants Crown Royal" for $20.*
Read about the time May-B and I were hit on by drunk construction workers at a pool hall 11 years ago.
*For serious, how could he keep 2 40oz bottles of Crown Royal in his pants? How could someone walk like that? How are his pants not falling down?
Monday, November 24, 2008
Best Photo Blog Award
I previously mentioned a photo blog Regina in Pictures. The blog is up for a Canadian Blog Awards Best Photo/Art Blog. Give a deserving site your vote.
Thursday, January 24, 2008
More Than Anyone Would Want to See...
I have the unfortunately incident of seeing an old man's butt on the bus. My seat was facing the door and his pants exposed at 3/4 of his old man hairy butt. Gross.
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
The Student Commutor Workout
Equipment Needed: Shoulder bag containing at least one large hardcover textbook, various food filled plastic container, a travel mug, one clipboard, one package of loose leaf, cell phone and various miscellaneous office supplies
The Workout:
Phase One: Trip to the University
Leave your house in the morning at the last possible minute so it is guaranteed that you will nearly miss your bus. Run like your life depended on it to catch the bus or you will be late for school. Motivation is the key to this workout.
Phase Two: Trip from Class to Class
To get the full benefit, make sure that your professor never end class on time and your next class is on the opposite side of campus, up several flights of stairs.
Phase Three: Trip to Work
Before catching your bus to go to work, purchase lunch from the most popular food establishment to guarantee the longest line thus the longest wait time. Try to eat your food as quickly as possible and underestimate how much time you will need repack your equipment (see above). Run like your life depended on it to catch the bus or you will be late for work.
Once you arrive downtown, get off at least 4 blocks away from work because transferring to the bus that would take you right to work would make you late. To ensure greater motivation, walk to work in the middle of a winter storm. Strong winds not only encourage you to increase your pace but also provide excellent resistance training.
Phase Three: Trip Home
Make sure your boss give you too much work so you have to leave late so you have approximately 8 minutes to cover 3 blocks. This will ensure that you will in fact miss your bus forcing you to run to the next stop two blocks away like your life depended upon it. In fact your life does depend upon it because it is after 9pm, you are downtown and the next bus doesn't come for another hour. As with phase three, winter weather is still a great motivating factor.
The results: Even the fittest person will feel the burn in their abs, legs and shoulders.
The Workout:
Phase One: Trip to the University
Leave your house in the morning at the last possible minute so it is guaranteed that you will nearly miss your bus. Run like your life depended on it to catch the bus or you will be late for school. Motivation is the key to this workout.
Phase Two: Trip from Class to Class
To get the full benefit, make sure that your professor never end class on time and your next class is on the opposite side of campus, up several flights of stairs.
Phase Three: Trip to Work
Before catching your bus to go to work, purchase lunch from the most popular food establishment to guarantee the longest line thus the longest wait time. Try to eat your food as quickly as possible and underestimate how much time you will need repack your equipment (see above). Run like your life depended on it to catch the bus or you will be late for work.
Once you arrive downtown, get off at least 4 blocks away from work because transferring to the bus that would take you right to work would make you late. To ensure greater motivation, walk to work in the middle of a winter storm. Strong winds not only encourage you to increase your pace but also provide excellent resistance training.
Phase Three: Trip Home
Make sure your boss give you too much work so you have to leave late so you have approximately 8 minutes to cover 3 blocks. This will ensure that you will in fact miss your bus forcing you to run to the next stop two blocks away like your life depended upon it. In fact your life does depend upon it because it is after 9pm, you are downtown and the next bus doesn't come for another hour. As with phase three, winter weather is still a great motivating factor.
The results: Even the fittest person will feel the burn in their abs, legs and shoulders.
Friday, January 11, 2008
Just Call Me Student Lady
Hello Blogosphere! I hope you missed me. I really need to be in bed but we have so much to catch up on.
This week was Teacher Lady's triumphant return to university and what a week it was. I'll try to break it down into categories.
The Bus
I decided not to get a university parking pass and opted instead for a student bus pass. It will also save me gas money. I had a transit pass in Calgary that cost me $75/month and I was amazed that a student pass here is only $48/month (there is no such thing as a student pass in Calgary and an adult pass is for anyone over 14). After studying the routes, I figured out that driving 5 minutes and parking my car at a nearby mall would save me about a half hour of travel time. I was pretty used to this concept since I always used to drive my car to a nearby train station in Calgary.
The first day I took the bus was on Tuesday. After classes, I take the bus downtown to work. As of this week I've shifted to part-time hours and Tuesday was my first 1-9 shift. The plan was to catch the 9:15 bus at Victoria Park which is a couple blocks north of work. As I arrived at the bus stop (early) the bus started to pull away. Since I was coming from behind the bus driver didn't see me. The next stop is at Cornwall and because of the one way streets the bus has to go to Broad and loop around to 11th. Cutting through Scarth Street Mall, "I ran. I ran until my muscles burned and my veins pumped battery acid." I beat the bus there. Actually, I beat the bus there but didn't know it and had to check about 7 other buses to see if they were the right number. I had to double back when my bus arrived. (See illustration below. My path is black, the bus' path is blue). I had two text books in my bag and I was wearing winter boots and the impact on the pavement and the lack of proper footwear bruised the bottoms of my heels.
Excuse the crude path drawing, I'm still learning GIMP
In other news, the route on the way home from the university makes me motion sick. I don't know why but I suspect it is because it winds so much. Today I took Gravol to combat but since I couldn't swallow, it got stuck at the back of my mouth. So gross. Once swallowed, I had a peppermint to get rid of the taste. Bad idea, you should not mix peppermint and Gravol. Peppermint relaxes the esophagus opening* and I think it messed with Gravol working properly. It also made my throat numb. I should have known better.
Classes
This semester is going to kick my butt, as my former roommate used to say. I have five classes (one of which is an honours math class) and two labs, all of which are faculty of science classes. Every week I will have 4 assignments, 2 labs and 1 quiz. Four out of my classes seem like the work will be easy but just a lot of it. My honours class probably will make me cry and make me cry often. I'm struggling with the review material (does not help that I took the prerequisite class over ten years ago). I was slightly comforted by the fact that I have more of a clue of what is going on than the rest of the class (comforting but does not help the grade). A fellow student found notes from a different prof as well as his old assignments and tests. I hope this will be a help since I've only had two classes and I fell like I'm a semester behind.
They restructured the math requirements for Education, Science and Engineering so now everyone takes the same classes (For example: they used to have specific Engineering Calculus classes). I'm not used to such big classes, especially 3rd year math classes. Three out of my five classes are held in lecture theatres. My honours math class only has five people in it and the class room is comically large.
As of today, I am officially an honours student. I had enrolled as one but through a clerical error I was not registered as one. The Department of Math recognized me as one but the university did not. There is a summer research job I'd like to apply for but it needs to say on my transcript that I am an honours student.
Making Myself Known
I'm trying to be bold and make myself know to my professors, lab instructors and people in the math department. I figure it can only help me in the long run so I had to bite the bullet and overcome my shyness. The acting department head is the only professor I have this semester that I've had before. I asked him a question after class and we got talking about his markers (as in people who mark). When I mentioned I previously had been a high school math teacher who has taught Calculus, he encouraged me to apply to be a marker in the fall (too late now). I also randomly ran into the former dept head who I've had many dealings with when I was previously at the university and after as a teacher at conferences. He is retired from teaching but still works at the university running a math education website. He gave me his card because he wants me to come visit him. He wants to talk about my academic future and get my feedback on the website. He was one my favourite profs, second only to Jimmy P (but who can ever complete with a soulful tenor?**) He is so awesome, he has a great bushy beard and wears cable-knit sweaters.
I Am So Old (But I Don't Look It)
Nobody has called me a Narc yet, so that is a plus. Even though I am probably the oldest person (besides the prof) in the class, I don't look it. Some of my classmates look 12 but some look older (poor premature balding boys). It helps that I am mostly taking 3rd year classes.
The university had to reissue my student card since my purse was stolen after the last time I took a class. The girl gave me the option of using my old picture since I "look the same" (her words). I could not believe they would let me use an ID picture from 1996 of an 18 year old Janny. Almost 30 year old Janny approves and will take that as a compliment.
The math dept head looks exactly the same as he did ten years ago. I think he is in his late 40s (judging from how long he has had his PhD). I'm pretty sure he has the same clothes too (or he buys his clothes in bulk). His Dr Martens circa 1994 would be the dead give away.
More stories for another time.....
*gastro-oesophageal sphincter if you want to get technical
**An April Fool's Edition of the U of R newspaper ran an "article" about a boy band comprising of beloved faculty. The nickname, Jimmy P, stuck. Jimmy P, kicking it to you history style.
This week was Teacher Lady's triumphant return to university and what a week it was. I'll try to break it down into categories.
The Bus
I decided not to get a university parking pass and opted instead for a student bus pass. It will also save me gas money. I had a transit pass in Calgary that cost me $75/month and I was amazed that a student pass here is only $48/month (there is no such thing as a student pass in Calgary and an adult pass is for anyone over 14). After studying the routes, I figured out that driving 5 minutes and parking my car at a nearby mall would save me about a half hour of travel time. I was pretty used to this concept since I always used to drive my car to a nearby train station in Calgary.
The first day I took the bus was on Tuesday. After classes, I take the bus downtown to work. As of this week I've shifted to part-time hours and Tuesday was my first 1-9 shift. The plan was to catch the 9:15 bus at Victoria Park which is a couple blocks north of work. As I arrived at the bus stop (early) the bus started to pull away. Since I was coming from behind the bus driver didn't see me. The next stop is at Cornwall and because of the one way streets the bus has to go to Broad and loop around to 11th. Cutting through Scarth Street Mall, "I ran. I ran until my muscles burned and my veins pumped battery acid." I beat the bus there. Actually, I beat the bus there but didn't know it and had to check about 7 other buses to see if they were the right number. I had to double back when my bus arrived. (See illustration below. My path is black, the bus' path is blue). I had two text books in my bag and I was wearing winter boots and the impact on the pavement and the lack of proper footwear bruised the bottoms of my heels.
Excuse the crude path drawing, I'm still learning GIMP
In other news, the route on the way home from the university makes me motion sick. I don't know why but I suspect it is because it winds so much. Today I took Gravol to combat but since I couldn't swallow, it got stuck at the back of my mouth. So gross. Once swallowed, I had a peppermint to get rid of the taste. Bad idea, you should not mix peppermint and Gravol. Peppermint relaxes the esophagus opening* and I think it messed with Gravol working properly. It also made my throat numb. I should have known better.
Classes
This semester is going to kick my butt, as my former roommate used to say. I have five classes (one of which is an honours math class) and two labs, all of which are faculty of science classes. Every week I will have 4 assignments, 2 labs and 1 quiz. Four out of my classes seem like the work will be easy but just a lot of it. My honours class probably will make me cry and make me cry often. I'm struggling with the review material (does not help that I took the prerequisite class over ten years ago). I was slightly comforted by the fact that I have more of a clue of what is going on than the rest of the class (comforting but does not help the grade). A fellow student found notes from a different prof as well as his old assignments and tests. I hope this will be a help since I've only had two classes and I fell like I'm a semester behind.
They restructured the math requirements for Education, Science and Engineering so now everyone takes the same classes (For example: they used to have specific Engineering Calculus classes). I'm not used to such big classes, especially 3rd year math classes. Three out of my five classes are held in lecture theatres. My honours math class only has five people in it and the class room is comically large.
As of today, I am officially an honours student. I had enrolled as one but through a clerical error I was not registered as one. The Department of Math recognized me as one but the university did not. There is a summer research job I'd like to apply for but it needs to say on my transcript that I am an honours student.
Making Myself Known
I'm trying to be bold and make myself know to my professors, lab instructors and people in the math department. I figure it can only help me in the long run so I had to bite the bullet and overcome my shyness. The acting department head is the only professor I have this semester that I've had before. I asked him a question after class and we got talking about his markers (as in people who mark). When I mentioned I previously had been a high school math teacher who has taught Calculus, he encouraged me to apply to be a marker in the fall (too late now). I also randomly ran into the former dept head who I've had many dealings with when I was previously at the university and after as a teacher at conferences. He is retired from teaching but still works at the university running a math education website. He gave me his card because he wants me to come visit him. He wants to talk about my academic future and get my feedback on the website. He was one my favourite profs, second only to Jimmy P (but who can ever complete with a soulful tenor?**) He is so awesome, he has a great bushy beard and wears cable-knit sweaters.
I Am So Old (But I Don't Look It)
Nobody has called me a Narc yet, so that is a plus. Even though I am probably the oldest person (besides the prof) in the class, I don't look it. Some of my classmates look 12 but some look older (poor premature balding boys). It helps that I am mostly taking 3rd year classes.
The university had to reissue my student card since my purse was stolen after the last time I took a class. The girl gave me the option of using my old picture since I "look the same" (her words). I could not believe they would let me use an ID picture from 1996 of an 18 year old Janny. Almost 30 year old Janny approves and will take that as a compliment.
The math dept head looks exactly the same as he did ten years ago. I think he is in his late 40s (judging from how long he has had his PhD). I'm pretty sure he has the same clothes too (or he buys his clothes in bulk). His Dr Martens circa 1994 would be the dead give away.
More stories for another time.....
*gastro-oesophageal sphincter if you want to get technical
**An April Fool's Edition of the U of R newspaper ran an "article" about a boy band comprising of beloved faculty. The nickname, Jimmy P, stuck. Jimmy P, kicking it to you history style.
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Back for Good
I don't know if you've heard or not, I've moved to Regina. I arrived on Monday.
Upon leaving Calgary, a friend congratulated me on escaping the "hole".
Upon leaving Calgary, a friend congratulated me on escaping the "hole".
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Oot of the Closet
Best. Day. Ever. The Daily Show launch their new website today and posted tons of videos. I found the story they did about Regina and Bill Whatcott.
Saturday, August 20, 2005
Thursday, June 9, 2005
Mosaic Review
Since neither my sister nor Ky and Lyn did not right a review on Mosaic, I guess I will. Maryanne even promised to do one. For shame!
Last weekend, Regina's multicultural festival Mosaic occurred. Unfortunately, we only went for part of one day and with a large group so it was like Fast Forwarded Mosaic. It is difficult to go to all the pavilions that people want to visit. I wish I could have spent more time at each place. I am disappointed that I did not get to see the candle dancers at the Philippine pavilion or the fire eater at the Caribbean pavilion. I had the impression that some people in our group wanted to go to spend the least amount of time at all the pavilions that people in our group wanted to go to. They just wanted to go home (which is OK).
Some general comments and stories about Mosaic:
* Kara almost made herself sick with the goal of eating something at each pavilion.
* It was nice that there was an Irish pavilion this year. They had been shut down a couple years ago due to some rowdiness. Everyone was very well behaved. I enjoyed the Prairie Gaela dancers. We got to see a little bit of the band Crofter's Revenge. They were pretty good. The funniest sign at the Irish pavilion: "If you're smoking you must be on fire".
*Ran into an old friend who used to live across the street from my parents' house. I had not seen her since high school.
*Like always, it was very hot and humid in a lot of the pavilions.
*I accidentally "flashed" some passersby outside the Caribbean pavilion. I had two shirts on and was taking one off. Oops.
*The Scottish pavilion was a blast. We arrived just in time to see the highland dancers. It just so happened that where we were standing was the perfect spot to listen to the Celtic band Celtae. We were right at the front. Of course, we were right in the middle of the rowdies but they were hard to avoid there. The finale with the police, all the dancers and the pipe band was cool as always.
One of the reasons we wanted to stay for the band was because of two cute guys in the band. While they performed, the cute drummer kept on looking at Shannon and the cute lead singer/guitarist kept on looking at Lyn. And who was looking at Janice you ask? Well, the overweight security guard with the handlebar mustache of course. Story of my life.
An unfortunate side note about the Scottish pavilion: only Lyn, Shannon and I were there. Bronwyn, Lyn and I arrived there first. Shannon got in but the others did not because there were too many people already in the building. Shannon, Lyn and I wanted to stay but Bronwyn wanted to go home. She left her car with us and was going to catch a ride with the girls waiting outside. Or we thought were waiting outside. The pavilion was so noisy I did not hear my cell phone ringing. After we left, I noticed that I had voice mail. The first message was my sister calling to say that they were leaving. The second one was Bronwyn wondering what happened to the other girls. She eventually called her brother for a ride home.
My apologizes for not updating my blog in awhile. All I had really done lately is work and look for work.
Last weekend, Regina's multicultural festival Mosaic occurred. Unfortunately, we only went for part of one day and with a large group so it was like Fast Forwarded Mosaic. It is difficult to go to all the pavilions that people want to visit. I wish I could have spent more time at each place. I am disappointed that I did not get to see the candle dancers at the Philippine pavilion or the fire eater at the Caribbean pavilion. I had the impression that some people in our group wanted to go to spend the least amount of time at all the pavilions that people in our group wanted to go to. They just wanted to go home (which is OK).
Some general comments and stories about Mosaic:
* Kara almost made herself sick with the goal of eating something at each pavilion.
* It was nice that there was an Irish pavilion this year. They had been shut down a couple years ago due to some rowdiness. Everyone was very well behaved. I enjoyed the Prairie Gaela dancers. We got to see a little bit of the band Crofter's Revenge. They were pretty good. The funniest sign at the Irish pavilion: "If you're smoking you must be on fire".
*Ran into an old friend who used to live across the street from my parents' house. I had not seen her since high school.
*Like always, it was very hot and humid in a lot of the pavilions.
*I accidentally "flashed" some passersby outside the Caribbean pavilion. I had two shirts on and was taking one off. Oops.
*The Scottish pavilion was a blast. We arrived just in time to see the highland dancers. It just so happened that where we were standing was the perfect spot to listen to the Celtic band Celtae. We were right at the front. Of course, we were right in the middle of the rowdies but they were hard to avoid there. The finale with the police, all the dancers and the pipe band was cool as always.
One of the reasons we wanted to stay for the band was because of two cute guys in the band. While they performed, the cute drummer kept on looking at Shannon and the cute lead singer/guitarist kept on looking at Lyn. And who was looking at Janice you ask? Well, the overweight security guard with the handlebar mustache of course. Story of my life.
An unfortunate side note about the Scottish pavilion: only Lyn, Shannon and I were there. Bronwyn, Lyn and I arrived there first. Shannon got in but the others did not because there were too many people already in the building. Shannon, Lyn and I wanted to stay but Bronwyn wanted to go home. She left her car with us and was going to catch a ride with the girls waiting outside. Or we thought were waiting outside. The pavilion was so noisy I did not hear my cell phone ringing. After we left, I noticed that I had voice mail. The first message was my sister calling to say that they were leaving. The second one was Bronwyn wondering what happened to the other girls. She eventually called her brother for a ride home.
My apologizes for not updating my blog in awhile. All I had really done lately is work and look for work.
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