Whater yer plans fer the summerrr?

*said in Canadian accent*

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Here's a direct link to the trip Evlyn and I are embarking on:

http://ca.contiki.com/tours/113-european-escapade/itinerary

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!


How exciting!!

If you click on the daily things (like, Depart for London) it will expand into an explanation. It's soooooo exciting! So read it:) AND BE JEALOUS WEEEEEEE!:)

BUT! After that we have a week to do nothing, so we're spending it in London, England. One thing we're going to do is see Stonehenge (I almost gave birth when Evlyn asked me if i wanted to. I said don't ask, just drag me along) and THEN it's the Transplant Games!!

AHHH!!

I had a dream last night that you could see my sternum through my skin, and you could see at the bottom of it my wire. People were touching it and it was a stingy-painful feeling. I realize I dreamt this because I was sleeping on my stomach and my body weight was resting on my chest. I told my dad about my dream, to which he lowered his paper and proclaimed "that's incredibly fucked. you have the weirdest dreams'

Yup.

WOO TOURING! WOO LUNGS! WOO DONOR WHO HAS GIVEN ME THIS OPPORTUNITY! :)

GUESS WHAT?!

GUESS WHO'S OFFICIALLY BOOKED TO GO ON THE EUROPEAN ESCAPADES CONTIKI TOUR WITH THEIR AUSSIE FRIEND!?

THAT'S RIGHT!

MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sadness spares no heart

I had a busy day today. 10 dogs, the last of which was Weegee.

Weegee is a Westie - or West Highland Terrier. She's spritey and silly and loves to roll in the sunshine. She loves her stuffed squirrel and she loves to sit with me on my lap and cuddle. She loves hugs. She loves everything.

I got into Weegee's place and saw a note. Notes usually greet me with instructions or just general "have a good walk".

But today was different.

Today's note brought me some sad news.

Weegee is going away. One of her owners has become so allergic to her that she has had to move out of the house temporarily due to the development of breathing problems. The note informed me that within the week, Weegee will be gone.

Thursday may or may not be my last visit with her. Today very well could have been it. Needless to say, I left with a heavy heart. And yes, I've cried about 4 times.

It made me realize how we take our pets for granted. Besides the obvious thought of having them die, rarely do we contemplate the fact of being forced to give them up due to means beyond our control. I don't know who I feel sadder for: Weegee's owners, or Weegee herself. She has no idea what is going to happen; one day she will wake up, and be whisked away, never to see her owners again. It breaks my heart.

Needless to say I came home and mauled the girls as much as humanly possible. I went into the dining room and scoured over pictures of Casey. I went to the basement and looked at his urn, his footprint we had made, and his crazy lock of fur that we were fortunate enough to be able to keep.

This of course made me cry more. I love animals almost too much perhaps. I want them to know that if no one else will love them, that I will, no matter how silly, or ugly, or rediculous they are.

So yes, it was with a heavy heart that I said goodbye to Weegee. Again, it's made even sadder because she has no clue what is going to happen. The letter I was left was dripping in sadness; they leaked from the owners words and splashed onto my heart. It made me realize how much I too take my own pets for granted. I'm used to coming home and having 2 dogs and 2 cats. I've never thought that I may be forced to give one of them away. It's not the worst thing in the world but it has definitely dampened my day.

And in other pet-related news, I had to relocate one of our fish, whom I've named Bean due to shape and size. Bean has had a murder-attempt on them and has been attacked by another fish and lost its tail, scales and skin. Bean is now safely ensconsed in a fish bowl that I took from a wedding and is now living on the kitchen counter, away from said evil murderer fish.

**UPDATE**
It is with sadness that I inform you that Bean has succumb to his injuries as a result of Noodle's murderous rampage. He made the journey from bowl to toilet safely. He floated into the toilet hole with grace and is in a place where said murderous demon fish cannot hurt him.

Rest in Peace, Bean 2010-2010.

Early Morning Fog

It's horrendously foggy this morning. It's so amazing that I can't even begin to describe it. No, the picture above isn't one that I took, but it pretty much shows exactly what I saw this morning as I had the extreme fortune to have an early morning walk in it.

When I was sick, I longed to have a day where I could wake up early in the morning and just go. Just go whether it be mizzly, humid, foggy, cloudless, what have you.

And then lastnight, the most amazing fog descended upon Ontario and decided to stay around for a while. I left my lecture at 10pm and honestly thought there was a fire somewhere and that campus was surrounded by smoke, but in reality, it was a dense fog.

Come 7am, it was still here.

I rolled out of bed and got ready, got my Tim's and headed to Blue's house. Blue is the Aussie Sheppard I am pet sitting for the next while while his 'parents' are away in the UK. Blue is a doll and he squeals like a little girl when he sees me. He has huge innocent amber eyes. I love him as if he were my own.

So i get to Blue's place, we have our morning cuddle, he runs to the backyard and pees, disappearing in the abyss that is the backyard. I feed him breakfast, grab my tea, and we embark for our 30 minute walk into the fog.

How spectacular it was. You couldn't see more than 10 feet in front of you, and here I was, probably one of few people who are actually dazzled by the clouds drifting by me. It was so amazing to just walk effortlessly, taking deep breaths in and out and send my thoughts out. What's even more amazing is that Blue and I were the only 2 in the park (truth be told, even if there were other ppl in the park we wouldn't've seen them anyways)

I didn't want the walk to end. I wanted to stay there forever with Blue beside me, continuing to be amazed by the foggy world around me. Maybe I am simple minded, and a simple creature, but this fog event has completely made my day. I don't want it to disappear. The whole time I was walking I had a piano composite called "Like You" in my head. It completely captures the magical mood of the fog. If you care to listen, go to this link and hear the kind've fantasical world I am living in right now: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dN8Np7Il5w0

Dear Fog: Please stay. Don't let the sun burn you away.

Bad Tagged In Photos

My hairdresser Jen doesn't believe that I ever take bad photos. Truth be told, I've been tagged in some pretty horrendous ones.

Enjoy.

Dracula

This post has nothing to do with Dracula. I just thought it would add an intreguing touch.

I went back to blonde today. As you can tell. And yeah, that's a mushroom on a fork.

You like? This is thanks to JEN, the awesomest hairdresser to ever exist. Thank you muchly woman! Btw, I got the Lady Gaga Remix CD. LOVE IT.

Awesome-times.

Awestruck

I went to the bar last night with some friends.

I didn't get home till 2am and woke up for some stupid reason at 5am because I felt compelled to re-read my donor letter.

Why? I don't know. But i'm glad I did, because I made a discovery that has thoroughly woken me up.

I've mentioned that my donor's favourite sport was cross-country skiing, and that I will be taking it up this winter to honour him. But it's more than that: I'm not just doing it as a means to pay hommage to him; I'm doing it because I have this unexplainable desire to do so. I can't explain it, but I have this urge - this hunger - for winter to come so I can strap some skiis on and feel life flowing through me. The other day I was googling Blue Mountain, which is a ski resort here in Ontario. I even was looking up winter backgrounds for my computer that had to do with people skiing because I simply cannot wait for winter to arrive. I've got my snowpants, my jacket, all the good stuff, and now all I have to do is wait.

And then I read this:
"At his memorial one of the eulogists commented that she was sure that somewhere in about November, some person would wake up and have a tremendous urge to hit the ski trails"

You know how you can long for someone? How it pulls at your heart and you sit around and wait for them and can't really think of much else? And then when you do think of them you get excited? That's how I feel about cross-country skiing. Which is strange, because I feel like I've been skiing forever even though I havent. I long to hit the ski trails the way I long for hot summer nights in the middle of January.

Strange eh?