Back, by popular demand...

Well, I'm back in the blogging world, mostly due to my mom's sad comment on my last blog saying I need to write more so she knows what's going on in my life. I say, the phone is always a good way to do that too, but I suppose, with work, its been hard to get ahold of me lately.

Today is a miserable day here in Edmonton. Freezing rain has left the roads and sidewalks a hazard to all that dare step out onto them. The sky is grey, the ground bare and dirt brown, and the trees brittle and leafless (hmm....I'm not sure if that's a real word, but if not, it should be). I can't believe its the middle of November already. The stores are all decked out for Christmas time, and that gets me excited. I always wish I had a bit more money at this time of year. I love buying presents for people (and a few for myself), and would love to have my home decorated beautifully, with candles and christmas lights, and ribbons, and a christmas wreath on the door. I have a few things stocked away from other years, so we'll see what Rae and I can come up with. I'm getting into the Christmas baking spirit, and have already made butter tarts. I'm planning on having a few girls over from work to do some more baking. Fun-shaped sugar cookies to decorate, and fudge, and candy-cane cookies...mmmm...I wish I had a bigger freezer to keep everything in. I have 44 lbs of flour to work with (seriously), so this could keep me busy for quite some time. Hey, if anyone wants to gain a few pounds, just drop on by, and I'd be happy to accommodate you.

And I have exciting news: I can finally go to church this sunday. For those of you who don't know, my boss at work has scheduled me to work the last 5 weekends, therefore no church for me, cause no one wants to work sundays, so i can't pawn my shifts off. I told him I couldn't work that day because I go to church, and he rudely replied "you don't go to church." When he said this, I was so shocked...I couldn't believe he would say something so absolutely assuming! The reason he thinks this is because no one wants to work on Sunday for this reason or that, and they all use the excuse that they go to church (even thought it is an outright lie and everyone knows it). Then little old me comes along, and I actually do want to go on Sunday mornings, and I end up being the one who has to work the lunch shift. Brutal. So I complained, and I still somehow managed to get scheduled this sunday, but a girl called and wanted to trade me shifts so i work thursday and she works sunday, and its all peachy and I get to go to church now. What a gongshow.

Furthering on in the saga that is my life, I've been getting really tempted this past week to phone Jared. Now, I don't think this would accomplish anything good. At all. Nope, the phone would be hung up with both of us being angry, I think. I really wish he would grow up and actually be able to hold a civilized conversation with me, because despite the drama, I still do care a lot for him. And I am letting go, indeed, doing quite well, but every once in awhile, a song will come on the radio that reminds me of him, or I'll eat a piece of his favorite pizza at BP's and think about how he is, and just wish I knew he was doing fine. I don't regret all that happened with him and I. I learned a lot about myself and about life in the process. But every now and then, it strikes me how strange it is that the person I used to share so much with is no longer around. Its been exactly three months since we've spoken. I wonder if he thinks its strange too.

Anyhow, enough of my ramblings for now. I must get up out of this chair and get myself ready for a long day at work. Oh the joys of it all...