I shopped till I dropped…and now, this week I pay

This weekend I went to Minot with my brother, father, and step mom, along with her daughter and mother. Our dollar is so high that nearly everything was a deal. I love shopping down there because the clothing is different than what is offered up here. We stayed in the states for Friday and Saturday night because if you stay there for 48 hours you are allowed to bring back $400 duty-free. My brother and I shopped, shopped, shopped. I was not doubting having fun…but I had a lot of it. My dad and Darlene gave each of us kids some money to spend as part of our Christmas gift and it was so nice to be able to pick out what we wanted. I bought some shirts and I now have a new fetish with Aeropostal. However, because I spent the weekend in Minot I have to pay this week and try to catch up on all of the million bazillion assignments and projects that are due this week. It is not fair and I will probably complain some more the rest of this week.

Home

My best friend, Chad, and I traveled home on Saturday to go to a benefit cabaret in Wawota. The cabaret was a benefit for a young man that is now paralyzed from the waist down because of a severe accident. The cabaret was a good time overall and I got to see many people I have not talked to in awhile and got to meet a few new faces as well. However, near the end of the fine evening of fun and dancing chaos broke. I was enjoying myself thoroughly when out of the blue two bigger guys started pushing and shoving. There was no warning, no clues it was coming….I hate fights and people who fight. It is low class. Period. Pointless. Unnecessary. In the middle of this weird scramble, I was injured. I was standing there with some friends taking pictures of ourselves, as girls do, when we were all pushed to the ground, flailing, flying and thudding to the ground on top of one another. I am technically fine, but right now I have a nasty ugly battle wound on my side, that I hope does not scar. It looks as if I will be left with a scar, one that I do not want and is not my fault. As for the others they are fine, for the most part, only two of us got injured. When some silly inebriated men decided they needed to cause problems, us harmless girls were the ones that got injured.

Homeward bound and back

This past weekend I ventured home for Thanksgiving. It was sort of neat to see how your family reacts to the oldest grandchild coming home for Thanksgiving. I didn’t spend a whole lot of time at home, however, I did manage to see quite a few people from school that I wanted to see again which was nice. I went to Wapella both Friday and Saturday night, all I can say is I wish I was nineteen so that I could venture to other places. On Saturday, my mom, aunt, uncle and I all went to Brandon shopping. My mom and I both wanted new winter coats, but only my mom was successful. I found the one I wanted though but my mom put her foot down. Apparently $289.99 is too much for a winter coat. But it was beautiful and so warm and the one I wanted. Maybe if I actually went snowboarding or skiing my mom would think differently. On Sunday evening my family had our Thanksgiving feast. Most of my family was in Winnipeg for the weekend so our dinner was a tad small and quiet. We were missing seven people out of sixteen. Supper was delicious and my grandma sent me home with all of the leftover stuffing, mmmmmmm my favorite. My mom sent me back to Regina with three pumpkin pies, mmmm also my favorite. All in all it was a good weekend and I was very happy to see my family, something that means a great deal to me.

Thanksgiving

This coming weekend is Thanksgiving and I am really excited to go home for the long weekend. Thanksgiving to my family is not a big big issue because my grandpa and uncles are usually still farming and we do not have time to stop for a big supper. I do however, enjoy the family time. This year we are going to have a supper. I am the oldest grandchild and the first to move away, so it is sort of a big issue for everyone to get together to see me again. My aunt from Melfort is also coming down for the weekend and we are all going shopping in Brandon on Saturday. I need a new winter coat and some runners. However, where I am from Thanksgiving is not just for family time. There is a huge function every year in the small neighboring town of Wapella. Wapella hosts a rodeo every year on Thanksgiving weekend and is very well known for its after parties in the southern part of Saskatchewan. People travel from close and far to meet new people and enjoy a good time in the small town of Wapella. I can not wait to see people I haven’t seen since I left and of course the good time about to be had. Of course I will enjoy seeing my family and the Thanksgiving dinner, but most of all I am glad to be going HOME.

A little bit of “FAMILY TIME”

Well I am beginning to have a little bit more fun. Knowing people from home or surrounding towns that I have “been to social gatherings” with, makes me feel better about being a no one. This past weekend I hung out with my new family, my friends from home that I live with, and some other friends from home that are a year older than I am, and some guys from surrounding towns that I have been to such social gatherings with. We hung out with them on Friday and Saturday. Since we are first years they have taken us under their wings and are helping us to start meeting people. We are really enjoying knowing people from home who have taken good care of us. This week we are going to have a family game night and play Monopoly and The Game of Life. A little bit of small town fun for big kids at heart. We are also going to have a barbecue and supper with our new extended family. This will surely be an entertaining evening seeings how everything we do always turns out to be a good time.

Home…

Last week was fun, new and exciting. This week however, makes me miss home. I didn’t go home this weekend, which is fine I shouldn’t need to, but this is the longest time I have been away from home without someone from my family. I have always had my little brother with me to keep me company. And my baby, he is actually my cat I just call him my baby, he was a gift to me on my tenth birthday. I talk about him like he is the friendliest, nicest cat in the world, but he isn’t, he is a grump. He rarely cuddles and quickly leaves you to go be by himself. But of course I miss him too. He has always been there to cheer me up and listen to whatever stupid idea I have. I basically miss home in general. The idea of people being there when u get home from school, people annoying you with questions of your day, and people to talk to. I miss knowing people and people knowing me. I want this place to become like home. I live with some really good friends and thats cool, but they aren’t family. I am not homesick or being a big baby, I am just still overwhelmed by this place and what it has to offer. I hope it gets better, I know it will.