An update..

Hey! Sorry for the lack of blog entries as of late...I was actually able to escape this cesspool for a week...the reason? To attend a wedding of a couple of good friends of mine. It was a beautiful wedding..set in an autumn theme, and yours truly bawled like a sissy cause what can I say? I love weddings! It was amusing to note that I travelled the most miles to get there...makes me feel kinda special. I was especially happy to have my sis T with me, and we got smashing drunk, but don't worry dear Blogger pals..not to the point of becoming obnoxious versions of ourselves. A few close friends would ask me now "Hey Stranger...did you ever go by Ostrich's house to pick up the rest of your stuff?" The answer? No. Why, you may ask? Let's just say I found out some more disgusting tidbits about him that make me want to vomit...literally. Some of my closest friends probably think there isn't more disgusting lows this guy can sink...I have to say, wanna bet? To O boy.... wanna take a wild guess as to what I found out about you? And how about an apology? Hmmm....oh wait.....you're too brain dead to know what that is...but don't worry...I'm sure a few people would love to know what you're really all about. Just send my stuff. And an apology...then we can go on with our merry little lives. I did see you outside of Lethbridge with a new chick...yup that was us....did you check your shorts afterwards?
Anyhoo...enough about garbage and the company he keeps....the rest of my week out west was awesome! We went to Red Deer on the Sunday to get to my sis M's place for Thanksgiving dinner....On Monday I surprised my Godmother, whom I haven't seen in a few years on her birthday, and on Tuesday, I spent the day and overnight at my adopted sis P's place hanging out with her kids, helping them with their homework and playing video games. Wednesday I went to Calgary, as my flight was leaving late that ight, and I spent more time with my godparents, and met a godsister who was baptized last year by my godmother. It was great. My godfather packed some homemade wine for me to take hometo my father, and I couldn't put it in my suitcase, so I put it in my carry on. But wouldn'tyou know it...I had to leave it behind. No matter. I told the security dude to drink it in good health, and altho these guys are strict now in the airports, they were pretty nice to me.
My flight back was a little harsh on my ears...first was the trip to Pearson was a full house and had a screaming infant...and the descent bothered my ears some, no matter how much gum I chewed or yawned, my head still felt like it was stuffed full of cotton. I spent 4 hours at Pearson waiting for the Thunder Bay Flight, and wouldn't you know it...had another crying infant on the flight. This flight tho did my ears in...as we descended into Thunder Bay...I felt like my ears were being stabbed by ice picks repeatedly, and I found that my hearing was lousy. My ears pained me for 2 days after. But I can hear much better now. Thank god. I was glad to be home. I have been exhausted for the past couple of days and have still yet to unpack both suitcases. Hey got a question for you Bloggerpals of mine...when does jetlag occur...when you go back a few hours or forward? Let me know, cause it might explain some of the tiredness. I did work for a few hours the night I got home, and have worked full days since coming back to the Back Forty...so I really feel dragged out...that could be a factor too I guess.
Well...yes...tonight I did get hit on again by a middle aged drunk dude..here's a brief dialogue of how it went down...
Customer- (after Stranger gets his money and puts pizza in oven to cook) You married?
Stranger- I refuse to answer that question.
Customer- Does that mean you're single?
Stranger- It means I refuse to answer that question.
Customer- Why?
Stranger- I've been taught that proper ettiquette dictates you never ask a lady her age or her marital status. I think it's an impertinent question...therefore I refuse to answer it.
Customer- Do you mean I'm being ignorant?
Stranger- No...it's just not polite.
Customer- You're cute though.
Stranger (wary)- Thanks.
(Just then Greek Mother goes behind counter)
GreekMother- Your pizza will be ready soon. Sit down and I will call you when it's ready.

What can I say? Thanks Mom. Gotta love Moms eh? Got some more tales of being hit on...but I need to sleep so I'll catch y'all on the flip side...before I go tho...here's some shout-outs...
Wayne...wassup? drop me a line!
Pinky...Love ya girl..you're the best! Let me know how teaching (and the cute guy in B-town's) doing!
Dave...how's married life treating ya? Blog and let me know how it all went down!
Zinky...you rock girl...what more can I say/ I await another chapter on your blog...
J and N...thank you soo much for letting me share in the joy of your wedding...got soe great photos...
M...our gang's 'man-whore' LOL!! Had lots of fun partying with you and K....tell her I say hi!
My friends V and K out there in Edmonchuck...drop me a line some time eh?
"o" boy...see above.
Peace out!