Warning: Weirdness and personal details contained within. Mostly weirdness. You've been warned.

Sunday, June 29, 2008


Yesterday was my first day of vacation. The best part of this job is definitely the 2 months of summer vacation. During which I will be working whenever I'm in Lloyd, but as I'm taking over 2 weeks of not-here time off, that's acceptable. And I won't be working 10-12 hours per day, so that's also acceptable. The plan is to work for a couple hours each day I'm around here, and hopefully get a decent amount finished before this fall.

Our summer plans are mostly finalized now. Next week we're going back home to do some camping with my family and then hang out at Jay's hometown rodeo. I'm taking a couple extra days at the farm to go through all of my crap, then it's back here. I have a month or so of work and sewing and stuff around town. In the middle of that, Jay and I are planning a bike trip out to the Rockies in a big loop. It should be interesting, because although Jay has been on a long bike trip before, I haven't. Sitting still for extended periods, for days at a time, without falling asleep, should be interesting. My fear of falling off and being crushed under a semi had better keep me going. At the end of August we're back in Regina for a couple weddings, and possibly some more camping.

Sunday, June 22, 2008


I went to Tim Hortons today. I usually don't, but I was going over to help a friend and thought that coffee might be nice. As usual, it was an experience that made me annoyed and uncomfortable. Lloydminster seems to revolve around Tim Hortons. I find it a very bizarre fascination. I don't mind coffee/donuts/sandwiches once in a while, but a lot of people here are regulars who swear by the stuff. Dude, it's really not that great.

Anyways, I went at 7:45 on a Sunday morning so it wasn't very busy. There were only two cashiers, and the two orders in front of me were fairly large, therefore taking a long time. Although both cashiers were still busy, the guy behind me tapped me on the shoulder and told me I could move up to the counter. As there was only one line and I had no idea which cashier would be ready first, I politely thanked him and moved up 6". There wasn't a big lineup, unlike usual when it goes out the door, so I don't know what benefit those 6" were giving him. I got the impression he just wanted to be next in line and hoped that getting me to pick a cashier would improve his chances. Buddy, wait your turn.

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Awkward moments

Today I took an unexpected and unfamiliar break and talked to people at work. Usually I'm a hermit working constantly in my office-cave. However, there was an intern leaving, and free cake. While chatting, 2 or 3 of the women kept glancing down at my (shirt? chest? jeans?). I hate that. I checked and there was nothing on my shirt or pants that I could see. My fly wasn't down. I hadn't grown a third boob. What? WHAT?!! Either say what's distracting you or stop looking.

Makes me regret talking to people.

Friday, June 06, 2008

Just a little bald, it's still good

On Tuesday I shaved my head, to do with the raising money for cancer thing. This is me and my new airy do:

With the time I save not doing my hair, I can now stare off into space for an extra 5 minutes a day. With the amount of sleep I've been getting and the amount of work I have to do before the end of the school year, it's necessary staring time.