So, our mailbox has been vandalized yet again. Last time it got hit with a baseball bat, or something. This time... well... undetermined. Anthrax?? Could be. Only the yellow kind. It goes like this:

Saturday night, mum and I were watching a movie, and we heard all this commotion at the end of the drive way. People talking and laughing, then driving off. We're like, meh.. just stupid kids. Sunday, our mailbox is covered in... something. Looks to be extremely fine yellow sand. It's almost powder, but it's definitely crystallized ish like sand, all sparkley. Mum was like... right freaked out. She stood on the other side of the road while I was brushing it out with a paint brush. She didn't want me to touch it, and she was freaking out that it was blowing all over me. There was like a centimeter of it on the bottom of the mailbox, inside. I sniffed it (much to mum's ..dismay), but it didn't smell. Dad thought maybe it was from a fire extinguisher... I haven't seen one used, so I don't know. But I'm pretty sure it's not yellow? Anyway. I lived, so it couldn't have been poison. It was pretty funny watching mum freak out about my being near it, though :) She said I was only doing it(sniffing and blowing it around) to get her going. Only a little true.

White Wicker and Kittens

Claire and I had a big chat at work yesterday, about the inevitability of our becoming spinsters. We're both convinced that we're doomed. And how silly it is when people say, well everyone finds some one. NOT SO!!! Think of how many single middle age to old people you know. More than you'd like to think. That'll be Claire and I. We were talking about how we'll be bitter old women with no friends, because we'd be too jealous to be friends with married couples. I can't imagine. Growing old alone?? It's hard enough now sometimes, being single, but imagining being like this for the rest of my life? Honestly... I think I'd sooner die. I gotta tell ya... the single life is not for me. For a while maybe, but.... not forever. I'll say this now. If I'm single at 40(and that's pushing it), please, I'm begging you.. someone shoot me. Right in the head. Make sure you don't miss. It's gotta be a gooder.

Some say love is not for sinners....

Still here. Working. Picked raspberries this morning, and now I'm wet and cold. No change of clothes. :( Why oh why didn't I bring more clothes??
Less than two months til I'm back in Canmore, God willing. I'm so ready to move on... I can't handle being home, bored out of my mind all the time. PLEASE no more weekend siting home the whole time.
Also... come on now. I've had this friggin piercing for three months now, and it's still not healed. I'm getting a little fed up. Not sure if I should take it out or not. Wait a while, I guess.

This is your life, and it's ending one moment at a time.

Ok I'm really slacking off. But as I'm sure I've said before, there's not really anything worth telling, since I've been home. Not much, at least. I work. That's about it. Work is... ok. I'm getting a little fed up with the bugs. They're not very nice this summer. I'm tired of getting bitten.
On a good note, I finally got to the waterfall! Rachael and I have been talking about going to it for over 2 years now, and I finally made it. We actually looked for it back in April, but couldn't find it. Sam since flagged it. Anywho... a few of us drove up in Olivers' truck, and went down. Talk about steep. And I thought getting the the drinking waterfall was hard. Geez. I must admit, I was disappointed. It was just a little trickle. I knew there wasn't much water, but Rach and I hoped to rapel it. Nope. Too many trees... it is quite high though. Ah well.
For the last two weeks we hada guy from Katimavic staying with us. He came to work with mum and I. It was.... interesting. It's always weird having someone strange living in your space. At least, I find it to be. It was over all ok. He did have quite the annoying habit of following me everywhere, especially at work, but evetually I got used to it. Kind of like having a puppy trail after you.
Tonight, Mum, Sam, Garett and I are going to see Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest !!!!!!! I'm SOOOOOOOO excited! I can't wait to see it!!! Woo hoo!!



Just because I'm missing the Canmore life: