On Friday my Dad received this amazing fruit basket from a client who was greatful for all that he had done for them. Our fridge is so full of fruit that nothing else can fit in there, and it's guaranteed to go bad before we can eat it all... so much fruit!!! So far we have had Apple Cobbler, fruit salad for lunch every day, and oranges for breakfast. Not to mention the occassional snacking on grapes.
Oh and up the middle was a HUGE pineapple, I love pineapple but I don't like the little cuts you get inside your mouth when you eat the whole thing! Note to self: don't eat the whole thing!
Our secretary who is working out her two weeks notice left the office for two hours yesterday for a doctors appointment, oh and she was an hour late getting into work. Why? Well besides the fact that she is irresponsible and incompetent her daughter was home sick. Let me rephrase that, her daughter was home ALONE sick. Her daughter is 9. Who leaves a sick 9 year old home alone! That's illegal!!! And while I'm on that, who the hell names their daughter STAR! Yes, like the swirling ball of fire and gas in the sky, Star.
Being the fantastic father that he is, my Dad made me come running to the computer last night in order to show me Katrina's track. "Look Ashley, the line goes right through Oakville, that means even if it moves a little we will still be hit pretty bad!" Thanks Dad, as if I didn't hate storms enough already let's throw in some Tornados. By the time it hits us it will be a Tropical Depression, which means really strong winds and rain. Apparently the thing moved last night a bit to the south which is really bad, "we" wanted it to move north of Lake Ontario not South, I don't know why.
Last Friday I had a bunch of friends over, it will probably be our last get together before we leave for school. Actually, that's a lie, it WILL be our last get together. Most people left relatively early but Dave, Sarah, Sean and James ended up staying until 4:00am talking. It was nice, until we had that very awkward discussion about how good of a make-outer I am. Very uncomfortable moment for me!!
This weekend I had intended on packing for school since I move on Saturday, well I didn't. And I didn't last night, and to be honest, I probably won't tonight either.
I need to work on an article for the school paper due Thursday, and I would like to see some of my friends (those who couldn't come on Friday) if at all possible.
Today is my friend Sean's 20th Birthday as well as being my Grandpa's 86th Birthday. Happy Birthday to my Boys!!!
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Friday, August 26, 2005
Startling.
I came across a startling realization while writing a letter to a friend yesterday. This is what I wrote to him:
I have watched 7 people die in my Grandpa's room alone and once you have witnessed such a thing it's difficult to picture the world without sadness and grief. I have become cold and uncaring when it comes to people's problems because I have difficulty understanding what would be worse than dying painfully of prostate cancer or slowly without your family even caring to stop by except on holidays.
And it's true. I don't have very much sympathy that so and so broke up with their boy/girl friend. It doesn't matter to me if you didn't get that pink shirt you really wanted from the store you really like. I don't even care about my own problems, you don't want to be friends? Fine, no skin off my back.
When did I become so cynical?
When did I stop caring?
Little problems are still problems, I just can't see them as such because they are so little.
The last person to die in my Grandpa's room was there for less than 48 hours, we never even got to know his name. His family held out hope until the end that he would get better, but he didn't, they never do. There should be a sign on the door as you enter the building: "Once you're admitted, you will not be leaving under your own power."
I don't like that I have become cold and jaded.
Friday, August 19, 2005
Chicken Veins
I have a serious problem with eating meat. I'm not some animal rights activist, and while I'm not whole heartedly into killing animals I definitely don't walk around in a circle carrying a big sign. And yet I can't eat meat. Apparently I think too much and when I think I start to gag and once the gagging starts there is just no way that meat will be going into my stomach.
One of my biggest meat issues is with eating chicken and the unavoidable chicken veins. Chicken veins are part of the reason I'm having very serious considerations in the vegetarian department. Chicken veins are disgusting.
As soon as I see one I start to think about the others, and then I have to pick apart my food in case there is a hidden chicken vein, I cannot eat a chicken vein! I no longer eat meat in public.
People have before asked me why I have so many problems with chicken veins, to which I reply with the "are you a complete idiot" look. They are veins! Who the heck wants to eat veins. Do me a favour and turn your arm over, yes turn it over and look at your wrist. Do you want to eat that blue thing that you can see? I know I sure don't. Blood runs through veins. BLOOD PEOPLE BLOOD! Maybe if you were a vampire or a mosquito that would be okay, but you are human, and humans cannot eat what blood once flowed through!
The thought of eating veins brings a lump to my throat. To think of all those years before discovering the disgusting chicken vein and all of the chicken veins I inevitably ate. Oh the travesty!
So today when my Mom brought me a chicken salad sandwich I had to shudder. I ate my carrot sticks, I ate my baby tomatoes, I took a bite of the chicken salad sandwich and right there in the nook where my teeth tore out that bite sat a chicken vein. Clear as day. I began to think about all of the chicken veins that could be cut up into pieces inside my chicken salad sandwich and just by looking at that one singular vein I knew that I could not eat my sandwich.
Children are starving in Africa and I cannot eat my chicken salad sandwich because of a chicken vein.
Thursday, August 18, 2005
Hatred
I didn't know it was possible to hate something quite as much as I currently hate my job.
Every morning I dread getting out of bed because I know that I have to go into work. I count the hours, the minutes, even the seconds until the figurative end of day bell rings and I can hightail it out of this place.
I am actually angry at work, yes angry. With my co-workers and myself. I am also sad, sad that this has become my life.
I hate work.
There was a time when I loved my job. I hated the 9-5 aspect of it and that I had to be inside all day long, but in reality, I enjoyed what I did. I didn't dread waking up each morning and going to work, instead I relished in the idea that I had a job to go to in the morning.
On the drive up to skydiving I was incredibly calm. I had no fears, no reconsideration. I just sang along with my radio and drank my liquid sugar otherwise known as Five Alive Berry. My biggest fear would have been that some crazy farmer was going to jump out and kill me, but since it was daylight I doubted that happening. You can tell I'm from suburbia, big open land scares me. When I arrived at the skydiving place, I was still not nervous, instead I wondered what colour my parachute would be (just for future reference it was a nice light rainbow). Shirley was hyper, no seriously, I thought she had taken drugs before coming in order to psych herself up, but in reality all she had was a medium ice capp and anticipation. Shirley was wired. No really, she was insane! Chris had done it before so he was acting all calm and cool, talking to people he knew and being a suave. Jen was like me, rather calm and easy going, just waiting for our turns. (As the day went on she was a bit more hyper but I kept my cool dude) Mark showed up a little bit after us, we were worried that he had chickened out, but he did show up so that seemed promising. Mark was terrified. No I mean it, he was nervous and pacing and really working himself up over it which made it worse. We found out while there that Shirley and Mark were afraid of heights.
It took forever to be called for our jump, we waited and waited... I am one of the most impatient people ever so I was bored and hungry which was making me grumpy. Finally at 3:00 it was OUR turn (we got there at 10:00am). We got suited up, and had our training then met our jumpmasters. Mine was named Glen, he was really nice, and my videographer was named Sara, also very nice (I discovered that I love skydivers, some of the nicest people ever!). The position that you are supposed to be in while in the sky is quite easy to do, at least for me it was, you practice by laying on your stomach arching your back (pelvis thrust OUT) raising your arms with arms bent at the elbow and hands falling forward, and legs at a 40* angle. I'm flexible, so one of the instructors grabbed my feet to bend me more and I just bent, don't know if he expected that.
Practicing my exit
As we were walking to the airplane I still wasn't nervous, I figured that maybe when we started our ascent I might start to get the butterflies, but at that point in time I was just happy to be doing it. Glen and I talked about stuff on the way there, then loaded the plane and up we went. At around 6,000 feet these four guys did a pop and pop where you jump at a low altitude and pop your chute almost immediately, it's supposed to be a rush. As we approached our altitude of 13,000 feet I still wasn't nervous, I was excited but I didn't once think "Oh my god, why and I doing this, am I insane!" Instead I was calm and collective wondering how many flips we would do out of the airplane (since that is what I requested) and how it would feel to have the parachute open. On the count of three off we went somersaulting into the open air, through the most painful rain cloud and into the "cat" (as I called it) position. We did a pencil dive as well, but mostly we stayed flat keeping us in the air longer. The freefall lasted about a minute which is one of the longest freefalls you can have, so that was pretty awesome.
When the parachute was pulled we shot up and the material dug into my thighs really hard, I remember thinking how much that would bruise and how I would explain it to my friends... no I swear it was from skydiving, not some guys pelvis bone!! When our parachute went up Sara kept falling... fast. I thought her parachute didn't open, but in reality she just didn't need to pull it yet. It was scary for a second though until I realized. Once our chute had opened we were just relaxing up there, it was like a stroll in the park. Glen taught me how to pull the ropes for turning and let me make a SLOW (because I was weak) circle. Then he helped and we did spirals to the left and the right, like a roller coaster he said. He taught me how to land while we were in the sky, and I got to practice it a couple of times.
Glen and I being cool
Our view was pretty spectacular, we were over Lake Erie and thousands of acres of open farm land. Even if we missed our target we were pretty safe for landing. The landing was smooth, just a small thud, on our bums in the gravel pit.
Afterwards Glen hugged me and said I did a great job then signed the same thing on my certificate. The only thing I have left to say is, when are we going again? Who's in?!
Okay... so this weekend, I'm hopefully not going to go *splat* or *thud* upon being tossed from an airplane 13,000 feet above the ground... I am going skydiving.
Wish me well, and hope for the best (I know I will be!)
I love my friends
I think sometimes I take them for granted. It's not because I don't appreciate them, but because I don't realize how great they are until I'm actually with them. I have the best friends ever. Yes, everyone has great friends, that's the good thing about friends, they fit you perfectly and generally bring out your best qualities.
Last night I got together with some of my friends because Tom is going on a road trip across Canada for three weeks. The same trip I'm planning on doing next year. We met at Sean's house, I was first, I'm terrible at being late so I'm always on time, he was just getting out of the shower... oops! Anyways, people starting showing up shortly there after.
I made a cake and some cupcakes for Tom's big send-off, afterall there is a very good chance I won't see him until Christmas vacation. I made a cake. Did you read that. One more time, I made a cake. This was a cake from scratch, and I think it was pretty damn good: The cupcakes also had green icing and were vanilla cake. I had a few cupcakes and they were yummy.
After everyone arrived at Sean's house and people had eaten lots of burgers and had lots of alcohol, we headed over to the bar which is pretty much right across the street from his house. Some people weren't able to make it to the bar (such as Meghann and Ian, and Sami and Caitlin) but 10 of us were able to.
As our numbers slowly started to dwindle, we drank and drank and laughed and laughed. I had a great night, and I'm going to miss Tom, one of my dependable boys. I hope he has such a great time, and doesn't get in too much trouble. But we're going to miss him! (And about the picture, yes he has a half eaten cucumber on his eye... because he just wanted to... who wouldn't miss that!)
To see more pictures you can look in my online photo album: Summer 2005
Oh, and tune in later for my weekend news (which I'm too lazy to post right now)
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
Bear my soul, face the consequences
I just saw the movie "Must Love Dogs" with Diane Lane and it got me thinking and theorizing.
I have this rule while in university and that I won't date guys with the prospect of having a seirous or committed relationship. This sounds logical, to me and everyone I explain it to. With my high stress highly planned and organized schedule there just isn't time for the same guy on a daily basis.
However, in the back of my head I see this as a defense mechanism. Yes, I am too busy for a serious relationship right now, but not because I don't have time to talk on the phone, have long loving MSN conversations and go on movie dates but because I don't have time for the fighting and tears that eventually will come. And even more than not having time, I don't have the energy, emotional or physicla.
I have always been okay with not having a guy, when those times arise I am a very independent person, but recently I have felt like a shell of myself, seeing guys and wishing I had a strong man by my side opening doors and telling me they care. Why the sudden change?
I don't know, maybe it's because I always had this strong support network which has recently taken a serious dive. Most of the problems are my own fault, or at least they are blamed on me, but in any case, my network is down.
The first I might be able to take the blame for. Mike. I told him to stop talking to me, stop e-mailing me, stop calling me and most importantly, stop seeing me. Why? Well the only way we can be friends is if he lies to his girlfriend about it, and quite frankly I think I deserve more respect than that, as does she. I know he misses me, I have gotten the e-mails and the phone calls, and it's good that he misses me because I miss him too, but I just can't be THAT girl. I miss him telling me that I'm beautiful and making me feel desirable. I miss being able to tell him my darkest secrets and my hidden pains.
The other two aren't really anyone's fault, we just drifted, it happens, but I have lost two of my best friends and that hurts. I want to tell someone about my life, the things I do on a regular basis, I wnat to tell someone everything I am writing right now.
I have never been quick to put my trust in people, yet I have allowed myself to trust three people, and right now, they aren't part of my life. I want to be able to trust them again.
I don't want to cave and start dating someone, I know that wouldn't be fair to either of us, because I really just don't have the time. But I want to feel cared for, and if that's the only way I can feel it then maybe I should.
I won't cave and e-mail Mike, that's a can of worms that doesn't need to be opened, and as for the other two, they are too busy with their own lives to care about mine.
So for now, I am going to continue smiling, because that's just who I am.
First off, since I never did share these photos (very much an oversight I swear) here are what Shirley took at the concert and so nicely shared with me: Backstreet Boys Concert Photos. My personal favourite is the photo of the girls holding up their signs, keep in mind these were strangers but the picture just had to be taken: Very Bad BSB Signs.
This weekend was meant to be a very busy one for me, and while it was no walk in the park it was hardly as bad as expected.
On Saturday I was supposed to go to Canada's Wonderland with Carmen, something that I had been tossing and turning over as I had previously been interested in taking part in the Blogathon. That idea had since turned sour due to a couple of reasons and I was left to my own devices. Canada's Wonderland is an awesome place full of fun and candy, but on Saturday it was also filled with many many Tamil people. It was Tamil Day, which is one of the biggest festival's for Tamil people in Ontario, therefore the park would have been SO BUSY! Since I wasn't particularly interested in buying a ticket and then waiting in lines all day without really getting on much, and since Carmen already had a seasons pass so it didn't matter to her, we opted out of the park. Instead we spent the day doing many girlie things.
First we had lunch at East Side Marios. I ordered something different and missed my normal, but the conversations are always good with Carmen so lunch was not a waste. Then we picked up Mel and headed to Square One (it's a mall) our purpose being to get a birthday present from Mel for her Mom. The trip was meant to be a quick one, as we wanted to spend time in the warm sunshine afterwards, but one thing led to another and we stayed there for a couple of hours. I am extremely happy as I finally found the Mighty Ducks on DVD, I got the boxset which means all three were included so that makes me even happier. I have been looking for even just the first one for ages now and have come up continuously empty handed. I also purchased Season three of ER (my absolute biggest TV obsession) which was on sale for a great price!
After the mall we had intended on playing outdoor mini-golf just next door, but that wasn't going to happen so I took Mel home and Carmen and I sat by the pool until Mel had done the birthday gift exchange with her Mom. She came back over for about 30 minutes then we went over to her house for a BBQ dinner and then to the movie theatre to meet some people and see "Dukes of Hazzard". It was so incredibly HILARIOUS! I would definitely recommend this movie if you want a good laugh!
On Sunday it was "Hannah and Ashley Day" so I picked her up in the morning and we went to African Lion Safari. When we first got there, the elephants were in the water having their morning swim, so we watched that for a while, but Hannah was more interested in the seagulls so we continued on our way. After purchasing our tickets for the bus that would take us around the interior compound with the wild animals we started to explore the park. Hannah saw the pony rides almost right away and obviously wanted to go on one, I couldn't say no, I don't know why but I couldn't. She had so much fun walking around the little track, she moved her shoulders with the pony's movement, it was so cute!
After that we continued walking past the bird cages, where Hannah had to stop and talk to every bird, yes every vulture, hawk and eagle. As we were looking at them a trainer walked past us followed by a big stork, it was taller than Hannah so that was pretty cool.
As we continued walked we came across elephant rides and once more little Hannah wanted to ride one, now I have never been on an elephant before so I was kind of interested as well. Obviously I said yes, and we stood in the mammoth line with everyone else who caved and agreed to do it. It wasn't too bad of a line, but the sun was beating down on us the whole time and the elephant stunk (no kidding eh). Hannah never complained once about the heat or the smell instead she just watched the elephants go around the track and eat their hay. When it was finally our turn to get on the elephant Hannah had already asked the trainer what her (yes it was a female elephant) name was, and he had told her Jenny. The trainer definitely seemed to have a thing for Hannah as he kept smiling and even waved at her when she walked past later on. Anyways, she was such a good girl up on the elephant, she didn't even cry because of the height! I couldn't get a picture of us on the elephant since well... we were on the elephant, but this is a picture I took of some other people on Jenny so you can see how high it really was.
After that we walked across the way to see the Elephant Roundup Show where they do neat tricks like painting t-shirts and playing basketball plus being incredibly cute: The one with the tusks is a five year old male.
We had to run (okay so 5 year olds don't run but we walked quickly) to catch our bus, stopping along the way for an ice cream (why am I so nice to her!). Thankfully when we got on the bus there was AIR CONDITIONING! It was heaven, even if all the animals had been missing that AC was worth the ride. The drive through the compound takes about 1.5 hours, and you get to see everything. Most of the animals I can't remember the names of, but we did see lions, with two cubs (very cute), baboons with many many babies, cheetas, giraffes, zebras, rinos, bison and moose (just to name a few). Hannah seemed to have a great time watching all the animals as did I. She was incredibly well behaved especially since the other children seemed to be possessed by terrible demons which caused them to scream constantly.
After the bus we got some lunch, and I agreed to buy her one thing from the gift shop (she picked the cutest white tiger) then I watched her as she played in the little kids park with all the other children.
We had a great day and I will take her somewhere again next year, the only bad thing about the day was when she suddenly got very sad and wouldn't tell me what was wrong then finally said it was because she missed Grandma. I didn't know what to say, because I miss her too, so I said I did too and gave her a hug. Poor kid just can't understand.
If you want to see the rest of the pictures from our day at African Lion Safari please click here.
News about this upcoming weekend will be shared tomorrow sometime, need to write a post about it but don't want to overshadow this one.
Thursday, August 04, 2005
Ode to My Love
I never thought I'd be so lucky, To call you my ducky, Just looking at you makes me smile, You make me want you as if it's going out of style.
The idea of having you makes me drool, But then I really feel like a tool, I want to put you in my mouth, And feel you slide to my deep south.
My heart begins to flutter everytime you come near, And when you're gone I must shed a tear, Now I must pray, That you will never go away.
My dear sweet Nestea.
Wednesday, August 03, 2005
Exciting Tuesday!
So I'm going to do this post not in order, because the coolest thing happened last night and I want it at the top! So... last night... Shirley and I were super big but very excited dorks and went to the BACKSTREET BOYS CONCERT! I smiled the entire time and fell in love with them all over again, I had the greatest time ever and am so glad I went. We sang along with the songs and danced on the lawn and had a grand time pretending we were 12 again. And I discovered that I am still holding out hope that Nick will propose to me and we will live happily ever after. It could happen... We were actually a little worried about Shirley making it on time for the concert, she was on a Greyhound coming from Waterloo and because of the Air France plane crash they closed down the 401 and she was seriously delayed. But all worked out and she made it just in the nick of time (concert started at 7 and she was there at 6:50!)
I don't think words could actually explain how much of a good time we had, but as they came on stage I had butterflies in my tummy and as they walked off stage I felt as though I had lost something. I miss them already :S
So after the concert I was sky high but then we had to wait for our train which took about 45 minutes and then cram into it because apparently every single person at the concert took the 11:49 train westbound. It was already 12:30 when we got back to Oakville and then we stopped at McDonalds so Shirley could get some ice cream which ended up taking half an hour (yeah she was the only one working and there were lots of hungry fans lining up in drive thru). After dropping Hillary (my neighbour) and her friend, Sarah off (there were five of them in total) Shirley and I were on the road at around 1:00am heading for Waterloo. I was exhausted and just wanted to sleep but made it there and back without any injury to myself, my car or anyone else (I'll tell you a secret though, the whole way back to keep from falling asleep I sang along to the radio REALLY loudly and did a little dance in my head).
I did have to stop at Hwy 25 for a little bit of gas (only 15L because it was so expensive!) so that I would make it all the way home and not get stranded somewhere, unfortunately Hwy 25 is the same exit as Maplehurst, the high security prison. So here I am, a 19 year old girl, alone, at 2:45 in the morning across the street from a jail filling my car up with gas. I was scared! But clearly I'm still alive and therefore I shouldn't be so paranoid about people breaking out of jail on Tuesday nights. When I got home, I flopped my tired body into bed (it was 3am) and was out like a light. Today I am exhausted!!!
(Pictures of the concert to follow)
Okay, so it was a long weekend for most of us in Canada, some provinces are exempt from this glorious little break mid summer, but we're some of the lucky. Originally in Ontario they had the civic holiday just because it broke up the summer having a day off in each month. Now they call it something, but we all know it just means no work!
On Friday after work a bunch of us (Tom, Sean, Cassy, Dave, Jaime, Sarah and I) loaded into two cars and headed to Niagara Falls to the casino. Yes, we went and gambled away our money. Everyone had a $50 limit, the boys pretty much lost it all off the bat, although some of them ended up making a bit and only losing $40 but the girls did well. I lost $17, Cassy and Jaime lost $10 but spent a lot of money on drinks, and Sarah won $8!
After the casino a couple of people were hungry so we embarked on our journey into downtown stopping at the Hershey store (of course) where Tom got yelled at for sitting on the giant Hershey's kiss and then at the Coca Cola Soda Shop. Afterwards we walked down to the Hard Rock rooftop club and danced the night away. When we got sick of being the only ones on the small dance floor we walked up the main drag playing with the toys and having a great time. We finally got back in our cars around 2am, and drove back to Oakville. I climbed into bed at around 3am knowing full well I had to be up in three hours for my Dad's race.
On Saturday I woke up groggy after my three hours of sleep and climbed into the shower, threw on some clothes, grabbed my pillow and a book and fell into the car. It was about an hours drive so we got to Caledon around 7:30am and were greeted by many athletic people. We took the shuttle school bus to where the race was being held and when my Dad realized he had forgotten something in the car my Mom went back while I followed my Dad around feeling like a little kid again. We went in and got him marked (that's what it's called when they write your number on you) and he picked up his chip (what keeps track of when you start and finish the race) then we walked over to where he was set up in the transition area making sure everything was in order.
It was kind of exciting to see my Dad race again, I hadn't seem him do so in such a long time and I guess I missed it, even though I hated going to his races every weekend as a little kid. They announced that the water was above a certain temperature which meant the swimmers couldn't wear wet suits, so my Dad was worried as it gives a lot of buoyancy. He isn't the strongest of swimmers and since he has so much muscle, he sinks. Anyways, he had a terrible swim, but tried his best and didn't give up (not that he would) so I was proud of him. He made up for it on the bike and the run however, and pulled off fantastic times. In the end he lost third place by 34 seconds which means no Hawaii for him. He was disappointed, I could tell, but he had already said he didn't want to go so I guess he'll be okay. I was still very proud of him, this was his first triathalon in a long time and he didn't even train before hand (swimming, he bikes and runs all the time, like 6 times a week for each.) One of my Dad's friends, Lisa, actually won her age category so she is going to try and raise enough money to go to Hawaii. When she found out that she won she was in tears, it was awesome to watch all of her hard work finally pay off. This was her goal for the season. My Dad had been training her (on everything but swim) for the past months so he was also really happy. Hopefully she will be able to raise the money.
I was exhausted after a long day of standing in the sun on only three hours of sleep so I stayed in on Saturday night watching movies and napping on the sofa.
On Sunday I went with my Mom to the hospital for lunch, and then after watching some TV went over to the mall to put the rest of my photos from the trip in for developing (I got about 360 of my 378 digital photos developed and a roll of 12 from paragliding) and as I'm standing at the counter talking to the guy (and panicking about how much it will cost me when I pick all the pictures up) Meghann and her boyfriend Ian walk in. He looks pitiful right now. He is in a neck brace because while at his cottage he dove into the water smashing his head on the bottom of the lake. So here we have this guy who is 6'8 and can't move his head more than a couple of centimeters to each side. Poor guy. We wandered around the mall for a bit, talked and then departed since Ian was getting tired and I had to get home to a family "thing".
We had my Aunt Elizabeth, Uncle Wayne, and their kids, Hannah (5) and Sarah (1) over along with my Uncle Brian and his girlfriend Joanne and the four members of our family for my Aunt Liz's birthday celebration. The kids were adorable as usual but Hannah is hyper 24/7 and she never shuts up. Chris played with her most of the time and I played with Sarah who just smiles and giggles.
On Monday I did as close to nothing as I could. I finished a book, which was okay but not one of my favourites, Weekend in Paris by Robyn Sisman. I sat outside in the sunshine listening to the birds. And before going to the hospital with my Mom to feed my Grandpa dinner I stopped by the mall and picked up the rest of my photos from the trip. We didn't go to the hospital for lunch because the guy in the bed next to him passed away and the body was still there (which creeps me out so much) and his family still had to come and see him/say good bye. Luckily he was gone by dinner time, although I have been there before when there was a dead guy (excuse the blunt language) in one of the beds, I couldn't eat my muffin. So right now in the room is only my Grandpa and Mr. Czipil who had a stroke and can't communicate in any way, shape or form. Mr. Hennich is supposed to be in the fourth bed but he suddenly got really sick and has been moved to a "quiet room". It was so startling when he got sick because he was actually well enough to go home, he had almost completely recovered from his stroke back in December but couldn't walk so his wife couldn't take care of him. We don't think he is going to pull through, but really hope he will because we have become very close to him over the past months. The hospital really makes you stare death in the eye.
After dinner Meghann and I went out for ice cream, I wanted to be home early knowing that I would have a late night on Tuesday because of the concert. My ice cream was good, I kind of want more right now... hm...
Okay, so that takes us up to today, I wonder what exciting things will happen :-p
On Friday my Dad received this amazing fruit basket from a client who was greatful for all that he had done for them. Our fridge is so full of fruit that nothing else can fit in there, and it's guaranteed to go bad before we can eat it all... so much fruit!!! So far we have had Apple Cobbler, fruit salad for lunch every day, and oranges for breakfast. Not to mention the occassional snacking on grapes.
Being the fantastic father that he is, my Dad made me come running to the computer last night in order to show me Katrina's track. "Look Ashley, the line goes right through Oakville, that means even if it moves a little we will still be hit pretty bad!" Thanks Dad, as if I didn't hate storms enough already let's throw in some Tornados. By the time it hits us it will be a Tropical Depression, which means really strong winds and rain. Apparently the thing moved last night a bit to the south which is really bad, "we" wanted it to move north of Lake Ontario not South, I don't know why.
