Time at home has been delightful. I worked a full day on Thursday with my good buddy Kristina, thoroughly pulled my hamstrings, blistered my fingers, and laughed a lot. She is a very funny girl. After work Cheryl, Vanessa, Sarah, Kristina and I went to visit my friend Jocelyn who got a new apartment, which is pretty classy. The six of us have been friends since gradeschool, and I'm amazed at how similar we still are to the children we once were. Not to say a pile of things haven't changed, but if I were given a sketchpad in grade one, and was told to map out my idea of Jocelyn's future apartment, I really don't think I would have been that far off. She has a nice place. She cooked us up a tasty stir fry, we talked about Vanessa's upcoming wedding over a glass of wine, and I realized that we are definitely well into another chapter of our young adult lives. Does this excite me? Heck ya. But whenever you get together with old friends, the past is what gets relived- and I don't mean to brag, but I had a fantastic childhood with these girls. Now to pull out the typical sigh and statement- 'where does time go?' Who cares, it just goes.

Then I came home, did a lot of nothing, and then heard my mom give a bit of a scream. I didnt' realize she was the only one watching "disturbia" and she's not very good with thrillers. So I watched it with her, as a very poor source of comfort because I get more freaked out then she does! But really, a boy walking alone through a murderer's house, then falling through the basement floor into a pile of dead bodies?! SCARY!

I woke up the next morning after having a nightmare about a math exam. One of the questions was " if all the sums were to fall off the earth, what would the sum of all the numbers be?"

Ok- here's why I hate math

1) My mind thinks that that makes sense

2) The question says sum twice

3) It haunts me in my sleep

What's even more ridiculous is that everyone knew the answer, which was 'zero to the tenth' actually spelled out like that! And the class instructor was my philosophy teacher. Oy. Disgusting.

So, I woke up with pulled muscles from the day before, and a pulled brain, and decided to skip work on the farm and be very productive in my school work. I think I was, although I made time to go to Hamilton, pick up Katrina, hang out there, and then drive back home in traffic. Those were some quality hours. We came home just on time for some Chinese food, and sat at the table for over an hour. Man, if any of you know my dad, he can be pretty fun to have a discussion with. Now don't take fun to mean lighthearted and cheery-- oh no. This is an intense, be on your toes, don't let him corner you kind of intense. I love it.

The best thing about my dad is that I can let my mouth fly (respectfully) and he never gets personal. He doesn't ever attack the person- it's always the argument. This is something that I've noticed simply CANNOT happen in a girls house. And so you see, these weekends at home become weekends of respite and mental sharpening against my dad's ruthless wit. It's enjoyable.

After dinner and fortune cookies, we thought we'd rent a movie off the TV to watch with the fam. The first attempt had about six scenes within six minutes that are just awkward to watch with your parents, and then just awkward in general. SO we turned it off, and got another one. To sum it up in a word. Aweful. I'm not sure if you've heard of Georgia Rule. If you haven't, excellent. If you have. Shoooot. If you have SEEN it- well, hopefully it wasn't with your parents and little brother.

Trine, my mom and I were the only ones who endured it to the end, then went to bed. Of course there was pillow talk, but now this is just getting too personal.

This morning it's chilly, and windy, and I like it. Mom is making breakfast. Ooh da lolly