back to the land of sorels and giant snowplows

You know you're getting old when you find Christmas a source of stress. For the first time...ever, I am anticipating christmas shopping to be holiday hell. The moment I step foot in a shopping center I feel clausterphobic and tense. I fear that if I stop for one second I will become roadkill for the masses of cell-phone toting maniacs and offspring. Mass consumerism has once again sucked all the joy and goodwill out of the season, leaving a pile of spoiled, materialistic gnomes in it's wake. I don't think it was ever meant to be like this.

the city is exhausting.

On a happier note, I am very excited to be retreating to small town BC where I can escape the general public and hide away in my parents cozy home on our quiet street. The place where I see the stars at night from my driveway and fear being attacked by the aggressive deer living in our backyard. I miss simple things like that. Sometimes I even miss the people - the ones who wear their snowmobiling suits and sorels to the grocery store to get milk (why drive a boring old car when you can rip through the streets of town on something called "The Snowmeister 3000"?). I miss the delinquent youth smoking pot behind the dumpsters while trying to light the mall on fire. I even miss the hicks. There is something very endearing about it all.

I think the first thing I'm going to do when I get home is build a snow fort. Kevan? Matthew? Daniel? Leah? You guys in?

J.

beautiful Italian Man

So I worked a job for my Temp agency today asking travellers going between Edmonton and Calgary some questions. This survey will be used as research for the upcoming high-speed train that the Government is hoping to build. (next summer they are hoping to put together a proposal.) (sure they will). The man that was my boss for the day was a good-looking Italian man from Toronto. He had an Italian accent. We spent part of the day in a coffee shop listening to live music and drinking coffee in between buses leaving for Calgary. When the day was over he asked me out for supper. Beautiful man with italian accent invited me to join him for a late supper. I declined, but i really wanted to say yes. Sometimes being a christian sucks. just in case this was not such an innocent invitation from a lonely man that spends most of his time travelling between major cities in Canada, I said no.

It could have been romantic. He could have told me more stories about growing up in Italy, I would not have minded.

Alas, this is was my day. I blogged about it because it may never happen again that a rich, beautiful mathematic Italian man will want to go out for supper with me. Maybe I better find him before he leaves and marry him. He is probably very rich, I can quit school, move to Toronto. visit Troy.


A. Wilgus

drug cartel operation on Whyte

So I was walking home from school and a funy thing happened...

The entire builing with the Roots Organic Market was Police taped off and there were at least 20 police cars with more on the way. We had to take a detour and walk aound it on 83rd. My couriousity has been sparked. I imagine that is was something far more exciting than it was. But I momentarily pondered finding a seat to watch the large group of cops assembled in the parking lot beside the building. They were all talking into their shoulder walkie talkies and looking really puzzled.
I wanted to get out a notebook and pretend I was the first journalist on the scene to record the breaking news.

I walked around the block with two others and we put together a little story of our own. We figured out that there was a manhunt for some wanted criminals that were holding out in the building. There is actually a drug cartel operating in the basement. The Police must have found out and were doing a raid. It went wrong and lots of back-up was called in.
-You guys heard it here first.

It Happened

It happened.

This morning welcomed the first snow fall.
Mmmmmm.....
I think that I am watching Gilmore Girls too much. Lorelai gets excited in every season that the first snow fall occurs. I think that I had to agree with her this morning. It kind of feels magical. If it werent wet, it would have been perfect. It is not freezing cold, making it completly lovely.
It is a little romantic. Anyone want to go for a romantic snow walk? Maybe with a Pumpkin spice latte at the end? (Liane?) (Jenna?) (Jim?)

A. wilgus

bad timing

I feel like a big jerk.

This morning I was woken up with a start to loud, floor shaking music. I was a little confused because both Kaarina and Liane were gone so groggly I went downstairs to see where the noise was coming from. It was our basement tenant, at 8:30am, blaring his music so loud it was causing the vents to vibrate. This was not really a normal thing for him. He is the guy who brings us wine and all sorts of vegetables from his father's farm on a regular basis. He usually super quiet and is a really, really nice guy. I felt sort of bad going downstairs to ask him to turn down his music but it was so loud I couldn't escape it anywhere in the house. I went downstairs and knocked on the door (it took awhile because he couldn't really hear me knocking over the noise). He answered and looked super surprised to see me. He told me he thought I wasn't home and then proceeded to apologize over and over again. I told him it wasn't a really big deal, just maybe that he could turn it down a teeny bit. He apologized three more times.

An hour later I hear a knock at my kitchen door and I answer it to find basement guy. He put a bottle of wine in my hands and told me again that he was super sorry about all the noise. I told him it wasn't a big deal and that he didn't need to give me anything. He told me that it was just that he had gotten laid off from work and he was feeling down about it so he cranked his music to forget about everything. I think my mouth dropped. I suddenly felt really selfish. He told me that he was going to go get a job on the oil rigs (one week on and one week off sort of dealie) so we wouldn't have to hear much of him anymore. I wanted to cry I felt so bad. I told him I felt badly about him losing his job and again that he didn't have to give me stuff but he wouldn't take it back.

yeah...oops.

Aloha

We're going to Hawaii!!! (we bought our tickets today!)

ANNA Is BACK. Hello again.

Jenna never thought that I would ever write on this Co-Blog again. Not true Jenna, here I am writing. I have re-added the co in our co-blog. Actually, you just left an hour ago. I miss you. Wanna come over and play crib? Its not too late.

Okay, this is my peeve at school. I bet 80% of the girls at University have a sweater from LuluLemon. Kinda makes me sick. I think that being at camp for three months has destroyed my ability to put up with trendy "got have the latest" people. All identical clones of the same ginger bread recipie. Uck. Sometimes it gets to my head and I feel this indirect pressure that I should look completly done up. Sometimes I want to be pretty and attractive too. Truth is that I do think I am beautiful when I am not around large crowds of these trendy people. Maybe not Jenna beautiful or Niki Taylor beautiful, but enough. So How does one not hate themselves and other people in this kinda world. I am not really looking for answers, just to sit here and reflect on the evils of my inner conflicts is kinda interesting. Here is the main point, I hate wanting. I hate wanting different clothes, different pillow cases, different hair, different furniture, Jenna' s swearter. I hate it. I am a minimalist. I worked at a mall for a total of 2 months and it got to me soo much that I had to quit. Stuff is useless. Hair styles are a waste of time. Pony tails are fast and practical.

I knew that my PITs would have a transition period after camp to re-adjust to 'normal' life. But I never considered that I would have a hard time re-adjusting. I kinda hate it. I want to go back to living out of society. Dwell in the forest in some kind of Ewok-village- style abode. Jenna are you coming?

I am ready to leave North America. Travel. Live on a beach working in a hut selling necklaces or something. Actually, the more that we joke about it, the more I really want to do it. Abandon this and go.

Jenna and I are going to practise living on a beach in March. We are going to Hawaii for a week. Yay Yay Yay vacations on a beach. I have never been to one. We intend to be enteretained by the Draxlir brothers and learn how to surf. We may nto return.



I promise that I will write again. Many times.