Slipping through my fingers...

Yeah, good-byes are not fun at all. The most difficult one so far was seeing my sister off for university in the wee hours of Saturday morning. I miss her already, and it's only been a day.

I've been trying to counteract my sadness by keeping myself well-occupied. Thank goodness Rosey is also home for the weekend, because yesterday we had a fabulous beach day. I also immersed myself in reading some chick-lit by reading Something Borrowed, a fluffy tale of an unmarried 30 year old woman who *gasp* meets her true love.

On Saturday evening I sank into a red seat at the theater and let some Anne-loveliness wash over me. Some things never change. Routine is good. Then I went out to a BO party and drowned my sorrows in Diet Pepsi and creamy dill chips. And I danced my cares away to ABBA.

More bananas

Phew, it's been a busy few weeks. I've had a student intern at work, so I've been incredibly busy and a little bit brain dead.

This week is "good-bye week". I have two Freddy friends who moved away earlier this week. Yesterday I said goodbye to my intern. And this weekend, my sister is moving to Montreal. I'm not a huge fan of goodbyes. They make me cry.

In an effort to distract myself from all the sadness, I went to see a movie tonight with Michelle. On the way home, we stopped at the liquor store to buy some beer. And I bought some for a friend. Thank goodness Michelle was with me. She was my street cred. As in, she helped me find the beer and put it safely in the trunk. If I had been by myself, it probably would have taken me ages to find the special beer, and I would have tucked the back in the floor of my front seat.

I'm going home this weekend for the Maud. Can't wait!

This s**t is bananas

This afternoon I went out to a local vegetable stand to buy some fresh produce. The experience made me feel a little nostalgic for my childhood. When I was growing up, there was a vegetable stand (or, as we called it, "The Stand") a mere stone's throw from the end of our lane. In the summer, we would always bike there and get a bottle of pop and a bag of chips after lunch. Sometimes we would get ice cream. Mom would often stop there on her way home from work and pick up corn or potatoes or green beans.

Anyway, today I bought some potatoes (New Brunswick potatoes... whatever), carrots, and cucumber. This particular vegetable stand also had a bakery, so I got some banana bread. Yes, I'm still continuing my search for that perfect loaf of banana bread. The loaf I bought today was just a little dry, and a little lacking in banana flavour. I still have not found any banana bread that matches the stuff I can get at the coffee shop at the hospital. And it's getting so darned expensive! It's now $1.50 a slice! I can't keep up with that!

Tweets.

Work is busy.

Life is complicated.

I have a stack of Diet Pepsi next to my fridge that's six cases high.