Oh deer!

Peanut got hit by two deerses. The good news is that Mary Joy and Julie are safe in Winnipeg. The bad news is that they're not here. *sniff... sniff...
One of the 'rents may have to drive in to get them just like last year when Josephine kicked the bucket in Winnipeg. I'm sad for MJ.
Peanut has been a good and faithful car. And pretty. She took us all the way over to Vancouver, and all the way down to Lexington. She was a lovable car with a cheery disposition and a sing-songy heart. She had been with Mary Joy and company for a year. She will be greatly missed.
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So some American tried to tell me that a caribou and a reindeer are the same thing. I was showing him the Canadian quarter and he goes, "Hmm, a reindeer."
I corrected him to my delight, "No, it's a caribou."
"That's the same thing!"
Nuhhhhhh-uuuuhhhhhhh! I'm the one who's got the thing on my country's quarter, I think I'd know!
Well holy crap for crap, I looked it up... and he was right.
I should have known, as he's kinda a knows-every-random-fact-for-some-strange-reason kinda guy. But this from the guy who got pulled over by the cops while riding his bike, my faith in him had wavered.
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I'm ticked off. At whoever it was on the radio that stereo-typed my Alanis. They played "You Oughtta Know" on the radio, and then he commented that since she and her (now ex-) fiance have broken up, we can expect more angry songs from her in the future, cuz that's what she does. THAT'S WHAT SHE DOES?!!! I'LL FRICKIN GIVE YOU AN ANGRY SONG!! She writes one song where she's really really mad and now she's the "angry" chick. Like dude, have you heard any of the rest of her stuff? Cuz that's the only one in three albums so far. Four if you include her acoustic album. I saw an interview on her a few years ago and she said something like, "No, I don't hate men. I love men! That was just how I was feeling at the time, and I had to be true to that." Do we stop to think that someone who gets screwed over so badly maybe has the right to be a little POed?
Rick calls everything that I write "bitter." Seriously. So I'm playing new stuff for him the other day. I play Alone.
"Ouch! Bitter!!" he goes. (What?! That's totally a fun-loving song!)
I play Letter.
"Biiiiiitttter!"
Wow. Was he listening to the lyrics? If you're not familiar with these songs, go to my other blog (under I like to stalk myself?) and read them for yourself. A lot of songs happen to be about the dealings of life, and exes and stuff. BitterNess or anger is about the last stuff that I would write cuz I think it's tacky. Having any sort of emotion or UneasyNess about someone does not mean that you're bitter. Sometimes you need to deal.
And this is how a songwriter deals.

UneasyNess

Martha Stewart sings in German.

So I botched a package of Pillsbury Croissant Roles today.
Frickin.... those packages suck. Everyone finds them easy to open but me. Everyone else just gives a little twist and it makes that nice pooooof! sound. ("I'm not really sure I understand what a poof is... Could you demonstrate a good poof for me?" - 50 First Dates).
So as I'm looking at the lump of dough that I had to pry out of the package, to try to figure out how the heck I'm supposed to "unroll and divide into eight equal triangles" (What?!! That doesn't explain how to do anything! Give me a diagram or something, jerk), my mom comes in the kitchen, and, watching me struggle to find the end of the roll, nonchalantly adds: "I think you're supposed to let it thaw first." What the crap?! That was not in the directions! If they wanted me to thaw it, THEY SHOULD HAVE FRICKIN SAID SO! So I decided on no thawing. Well, trying to unroll the half-frozen, sticky, rolled up lump of dough was obviously impossible (well, it was probably possible for anyone but me), so I decided to just cut the roll into eight equal parts and go for a cinnamon bun look. So I'm putting the croissantamon buns in the oven, and my mom, who is amusedly watching from the kitchen table, coolly interjects: "Aren't you going to let it rise a bit first?" Well holy crap. I frickin hate the kitchen. Whatever. Get your stupid little non-cinnamoned cinnamon croissant buns in the oven and bake for a while and I'll come back when you can be civilized. Stupid dough-boy.
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My mom's recital was tonight. I was the "guest artist". The theme was "Under the Sea". I played a piano song that I wrote back in highschool, called "Ghost Ship in the Mist". And I sung a Schubert lied called "Am See". Guess what that translates to.
Anyway, setting up the church (moving things the day after doing that work-out video... hey Bobber, how are your muscles treating you?) + performing + taking down the set-up + making nice with the parents and students + helping ma and pa load and unload + heals and a skirt = I'm tired. I was invited to go out tonight but declined.
Tomorrow I am actually going to go to the music store and get some guitar strings (which I've been meaning to do for a week), and change Toque's strings. In the evening, I'm meeting with Rick to play him some new stuff and discuss what we're going to record this summer.

Thank you my friends, once again, for your continued prayers. I miss my Kentuckians. I love you guys. I love my Saskatonians too. And that guy over in the next province who never comes home. : (

HomeMakingNess

Forced to disappoint...

Jeeeeeeeesh! Eleven comments later... okay okay, I'm posting. Look at me post. Watch..... closely... This is me posting. See now you're all gonna hate me cuz I don't have anything to post. But you insisted on complaining and here I am... And I've either been on msn with ALL of you in the past two days, or you got an email from me yesterday, or I JUST FRICKIN' SAW YOU!!! But whatever the case may be, my people have revolted, and now their case has been heard. Ok, some shout-outs to keep you engaged. Ju: Holy crap girl!! Ready for your first trip to the Prairies of Canada? Davie: You're crazy. Please go to bed some time this week. And I need the link to your other blog cuz I don't have it. Trav: Hey, did you get my phone message? I hope you book your flight soon!! Bob: You are stealing me tomorrow and I'll probably see you before you see this. And your bum is blocking out the sun. Oh no wait, it's night. Ther!: (Ther! is always followed by an exclamation mark like that.) When are we gonna have a date? Ben: I don't think that you actually ever come here, so if you don't mind me saying so, you smell like marmalade and hot rubber. (What? I dunno...) Lizer: I am going to make sure I come see you when MJ is home so she can come too! And let's arrange a photography session when I finally make it to your fair city. Olga: Get out of the way. Amy: Yes... coffee so didn't happen earlier this week... hey, how's this weekend for you? Person that I inevitably missed: I love you and you're definitely the most important person to me. Ever. It was cloudy on Sunday so I turned my lights on as I drove to go teach around noon-thirty. Of course, I never turned off the lights and obviously killed my car. Luckily, one of the kid's dads gave me a boost. I told this story to one of you in an email but I don't remember who. Well, whoever you are, sorry for the repeat, but now all of you can laugh at my obvious Ness-ness. (GoodNess me, I've become my own descriptive). Well, thanks for tuning in. Ness-ness.

Too hot for life.

America is too hot. I have fled to another Country where the earth is more temperate. King's Island was so much fun!!! Even though it was 32 outside (90+) with high humidity and basically no wind, and I stuck to every ride and nearly died of heat and The Beast scratched me and my jeans felt like they were spray-painted on and my sister beat me in a PopStar competition and Starbucks' prices were even more outrageous and I drank luke-warm water all day long... Oh, right, as I was saying, I loved it!!! All of the rollercoasters were really fun. We went on The Beast, Son of Beast, Face-Off, The Italian Job, Sponge Bob, Tomb Raider, The Outer Limits, and the Vortex. There may be others... I don't remember. But everything had its own unique twist. I'd have to say the Vortex was my favourite, but Face-Off would be a close second cuz I got to watch Mary Joy's screaming face the entire time. In other news, Travis screams on rides probably more than anyone I know, which makes going on rides with him really really fun. Yesterday my flight was delayed and I got off my first flight at the time my second flight was supposed to be leaving. I prayed, "Please, God, don't let me miss that flight!" and he said I wouldn't miss it. I was tempted to disbelieve him, but decided that if he said I wouldn't miss it that I wouldn't. My second flight was also delayed. Everyone else was already seated when I ran to the other end of the terminal and boarded. God was soooo with me all day, keeping me calm and optimistic. The third flight was out of Calgary. I had plenty of time to clear customs, grab some Tim Horton's, read for a bit, and notice a guy walk by wearing a Roots Canada backpack. "Holy crap, I'm in Canada," I thought, as the boarding call was announced first in English, then in French. I could have cried when I heard the name "Saskatoon". I could have cried when I saw the flag. I could have cried when I first caught sight of the city lights from above. Did I say could have? Well, let's go with "probably did." Did I say probably? I meant I frickin' bawled. Maybe. My dad met me at the airport and brought me home (I knew the way home better than he did), where I greeted my mom and brother, and fought off the gigantic dog that was trying to jump up on me. I showed the fam my video from Travis, then hit the hay at 1:00 Central time, which was 3:00 to me. So, I am alive. I am home. I am missing my friends already. My house smells like Canada. CanadianNess