For some ungodly reason (or just guilt) I was up this morning at 5:45 am, and was at work by 7:00. I got a large coffee to help me through the 10 am Trenches of Torchered Tiredness, and a cherry danish (which is now happily rotting in the garbage, I totally detest cherry danishes-more on that later if I remember, or feel that it is important enough to comment on). I have to write a 1000 word essay on the deleterous effects the Canso Causeway has had on the commerical fisheries here...should be fun. I don't know if I have enough brain power to complete this task. Let's not forget the map that I said I produced as a visual aid to go along with the article. This is one of those moments where I kinda sit back and look at myself and wonder what the hell I think when I do 95% of the things that I do. It snowed here again on the weekend. Another 25cm. I was on the phone with A discussing the said impending storm, and for some reason I panicked and decided that I had better get to town ASAP, OR ELSE! The heavens would open up and rain caustic acid on me. I was going to come into work on Sunday so I wouldn't be slaving away at 7:42 on Monday morning, in a mad attempt to get all the things I said I had finished, actually finished. So, I was rushing around the house, throwing everything that I would need into my bag, throwing some food down for the cat, and raced to town. All so that I could come into work on Sunday, and not be snowbound at home. Luckily, M&J have taken le enfants to Flordia for a little fun and sun, so I have free reign of their house until they get back. For some reason, as soon as I got into the empty house, I regressed into a 13 year-old left home alone for the first time. This was the first time that I could do whatever I wanted in the house. Usually when I am staying with the kids while their parents are away I don't get to do things like read in the livingroom for hours on end, or take long luxurious baths in the oversize tub for hours. I was free to do whatever I wanted, and I loved it! After a feed of some hor'derves I found in the back of the freezer, I baked a batch of chocolate chip cookies- to go with my hours of uninterrupted reading time. The cookies were what made me feel like I was 13 again. Baking would always be the first thing that I would do when I was left home alone. Rebellious eh? But for some reason it was baking, or rooting through my mother's purse, baking always had the less repercussions in the end though. So I was in bliss, I had my own house, a great book, and a batch of cookies. You couldn't ask for much more(well I would have liked some milk, but we can't have everything). Along comes Sunday, and I am still curled up in bed reading. I decide shortly into the day, that there is no way I am going anywhere today, especially not the office, as I hadn't found the gumption to go out and shovel the driveway yet. After moving into the livingroom and watching the next door neighbor shovel his driveway, I decided that I had to be responsible and shovel myself out. I suited up, and headed out into the great white wilderness. There was a lot of snow. A lot. I started shoveling, and shovelled some more, and then some more. I was starting to get tired, and wanted to be done with the shovelling. I looked ahead to the great expanse of driveway I had left to shovel. Spoiled Krista wanted to cry. I started to ask myself why the hell I decided to come into town in the first place? If I had stayed home, my driveway would have been plowed, and I wouldn't have had to even lift the shovel. But here I was, because of my malfuntioning decision making section of my brain, shovelling a never ending pile of snow. My crankiness and surliness was only intensified as all around me I could hear the whir of snowblowers, efficiently blowing snow out of the neighbors driveways. While I was stuck shovelling! I eventually bribed myself by promising me a very long hot bath after completing the entire driveway. It worked, and the bath was so worth it. And I am quite proud of my shovelled driveway. I did it all by myself. Krista need no man (although many times while shovelling I keep thinking how easy it would be if I had someone there to help me :P). God, I totally lost the point of this entry, I am just all over the road. Um. Yeah. Had the house to myself, I liked it, but didn't. It got lonely by the end of last night, and I look forward to getting back to my house, with my friendly cat, who will actually sleep with me. I also realized that as fun as it was to have a large house all to myself, it looses it's magic after a while. As well, I have to learn to pack better when leaving the house in a rush. Too much of one thing, not enough of the other!