ok, they're not really of doom, however here in st. Catharines you don't need a quarter dr anything to get a shopping cart. Also, you're allowed to take it home, and they send someone out once a week to collect them. This results in everyone having their own shopping cart, plus some all over the sides of the road! Just thought i'd share that before work!
Nope... Just everything else around me melting... Like the cheese in my sandwich, my yogurt covered granola bar... Am waiting for my name tag to start melting to... Its super hot here... And humid, which makes it that much worse. Anyways, just thought i'd tell y'all bout the weather...
Well yesterday i got the full effect of home. I was following manager out in deep country... Lots of cows, chickens, horses, tho i'm sad to report i didn't actually get to talk to any of the animals... However a huge turkey ran in front of the car! Then we stopped at a farm with little girls the oldest in grade one... All Dressed in pink which was like a failed attempt at being girly, lol! They were all covered in dirt from playing, one had no shoes... Reminded me of me, and my childhood. After that we stopped at a house in a village, where the dad was working in the garage... Felt like the other part of home, engulfed in the smell of grease, sounds of metal clanging. But here i am, once again stuck on a unnecessarily long bus ride... Oh well, good dez time
Yay.! For the first time, i get to take the train! Its so cool, just like in the books i read! Hopefully no murders tho... Wee!!
its wonderful... There are vinyards every where here in the niagra area... Makes of want to learn word about wine, which i'm sure would be easy here. In other random news, i have green tea in pill form now... Just cause i don't have time or the ability to drink three cups a day. Anyhoo... Going to use this chance to catch some zz's... (exciting train side eh?)
hugs and kisses
mine forever more,
dez
So our story begins last night. Darby returns home slightly late and starts her paperwork while i'm finishing mine. Them her parents call... Then hours later she's still on the phone... Finally escapes, and goes back to do her paperwork and wants company. So i sit with her and it becomes painfully obvious she's not 100% sure what she's doing. Also, she's misplaced last weeks paperwork that she needs to complete tonights paperwork. After endlessly searching, i find it... Put away where it belongs. So i manage to finish her paperwork, and we go to bed at 1:30 am... Drag our asses outa bed at 7:30 and start the drive to hamilton. *flashback* in nashville, during darby's oil change they informed her her rear differential fluid was dirty, so she let them change it. *back to ontario* so we're driving to london this morning when her car pulls funny.. Then its ok... And then its really not ok. So we pull over, and i being the only of with car knowledge, crawl under sally (darby's suv) and i realize that the smoking
