One more sleep!

M comes home in one more sleep. He has been gone for six weeks, and I miss him terribly. I cannot wait to see him!

I just got back from the Island. I went over yesterday morning and I came back this evening. I had lots and lots of family time, and lots of quality time with my favourite bride-to-be, dear Rosey. And of course there was opening night of Buddy Holly at the Centre. I would comment more on the show, but I prefer to rant in private. Contact me if you want an earful.

Did I mention that it's one more sleep? :)

Oh happy day

In a few hours, I will be getting on a plane to go see M in Ottawa. I cannot think straight at the moment, but I must somehow pull myself together and pack and make a side trip to get my license and registration renewed. Deep breaths, Lynda.

Birthday pupcakes

It's a coworker's birthday tomorrow, so I decided to make her some cupcakes. She just got a golden retriever puppy, so I decided to make her some puppy-like cupcakes, or pupcakes. Can you believe it took me all night to come up with the name "pupcakes"? It so obvious.

I was originally planning on using the food colouring to make the icing the same colour as her dog, but then I thought that might be a little creepy, so I settled on white terriers. Almost too cute to eat.

Actually, they have so much sugar in the icing, I don't think I can eat any at all.

Go me!

I'm still holding down the fort in O-ville while M is away. In the last few weeks, I have managed two trips - one to Toronto for a hearing conference and a lovely evening with mel and Catherine, and one to Ottawa to visit M and eat out and shop at Ikea.

The two trips meant lots of plane travel, and I used as an opportunity to catch up on the final season of Lost. I was three episodes behind when the series finale aired, so I refrained from watching it "live" on tv. I even managed to remain spoiler-free after the finale, until my brother Jason sent me an email that revealed the happenstances of the last five minutes of the show. Oh well. I'm all caught up now!

It's been a bit quiet and lonely here with M away. This past weekend, I went to three shows, one in Woodstock and two in Freddy. All were excellent! And I'm still getting used to living in a house with a yard. Did you know that yards have grass? And that grass needs to be cut?

So here's a secret I'd like to confess...

I have never cut the grass before. Ever. In my life. And not only have I never mowed a lawn before, but I know *nothing* about the mechanics involved in using a lawn mower.

Before M left, he cut the grass really short. And he gave me a tutorial on how to use the lawn mower. And a few weeks ago M's friend mowed the lawn for me. I had mixed feelings about this. Of course I was extremely thankful for the help, and it was very kind of him to offer to assist me. On the other hand, I do enjoy being independent and fending for myself. But I was scared to use the mower because I had never done it before. What if I ran over myself and injured myself?

This weekend I noticed the grass getting long again, and this evening after supper, I took the plunge and cut the grass all by myself. And I didn't die, and I did a good job. I feel very proud of myself!

Behold my handiwork!

I think I'm gonna like it here.

I have been quite busy in the last month (even busier than usual). M and I decided to move in together, so I have spent the last few weeks packing up my stuff and moving to Oromocto, where M rents a house. I had been spending a lot of time at the house before the move, so the transition to living there has been simple. It has definitely been difficult leaving my beloved apartment, but the result is definitely worth it.

I've been slowly getting used to the new neighborhood. I love the grocery store here, and there's a really neat coffee shop nearby. M is away for work for the next six weeks, so I'm taking the opportunity to do some exploration on foot. Today I finally found my way to the river, and took this lovely picture. I think I'm gonna like it here. :)

Tjuv

McCain has stolen *my* catch phrase. I know I'm not the only one who uses this phrase, but I do feel I can lay some claim to it, since it is the title of this blog. In fact, it's been the title of my blog since January 2006. They've only been using it for what... a few months?

It's been an up and down time for the last few weeks. I've made some fantastic trips - first to Halifax for the Brier, and then to Antigonish for Jamie's final recital. I also made a trip home for my grandmother's funeral, and also to Halifax again for M's grandmother's funeral. Funerals are not my favourite things, but it also makes me remember that life is for living.

I've also been thinking that I'm very grateful for all the wonderful people I have in my life. You know who you are. :)

AND I am thinking I want a kitchen like Michael Smith's. Perhaps a house like his as well.

OOOOO's

How can I possibly recap the Olympics in one blog post? I am only just getting over my Olympics withdrawal. I did end up watching Virtue and Moir win their gold medal live on tv in the middle of the night. Their performance was breathtaking. Staying up late may have been a poor decision, however, because I was completely zonked at work for the rest of the week. Perhaps I should have paced myself a little better. I had to wait until the next day to see Joannie skate.

I am so happy that Canada had such a great showing in the last weekend. The curling was great, and so was the speedskating. And, of course, there was the hockey game. Is there anyone who didn't watch at least part of the hockey game? I didn't think we were going to win after the US scored that goal at the end of the third period. And then we DID win!!!

I have now retired my beautiful red mittens. I hope to spend the next few years trying to figure out how to get to Sochi...