Well, I'm done reading my book. What I have written of it anyway. I gave up editing and reading at the same time because it was going very slowly and was mentally tiring. So I just read it and made slight notes at the more incoherent spots.

It's actually better than I remember it being, but that could also be because when you're writing it, you don't really get the overall impression of it. It's quite choppy in bits, and some parts are needing more descriptions and whatnot, but it's quite a bit funnier than I remember. I'm wondering now where I came up with all the little bits in it that make it so entertaining. Like one part for example, now remember that the main character is a lot like Stephanie Plum and disaster seems to follow her quite a bit. So she's on a date with a guy and they've just been chased by a mad hoard of assorted fowl. They've run for their lives and are laying on the ground trying to breath and whatnot and the guy says, "Like I said, I'm guaranteed anything but a dull time whenever I go anywhere with you." Especially since he was lying in duck poo.

Ok, so maybe it doesn't seem quite as funny anymore, to me anyway, but while it wasn't laugh out loud funny, it was amusing anyway. Oh never mind. I'll get it all edited and fancy and then you'll all get a copy and will discover my brillance and wit then.

I seem to be having a lot of "adventures" around construction workers... First there was the water truck, then the guy offering me his roll of paper towels and NOW there's another story to add to the bunch. So, on the road that the cat kennel is on, some guys have been doing something with all the telephone lines and as they move along, they get closer and closer to the kennel every day. So today, they were actually right at the driveway and nearly blocking it entirely, but until today they'd always been far enough back that I would get out of the construction area before I had to turn, so I wasn't expecting the road to be in the middle of them. So I drive on past and have to turn around and go back. Then I get to the kennel and realize that I don't have the keys with me. (I drove my mum's car because mine isn't happy at the moment and the keys to the kennel were on the key ring with my car keys, sitting at home.) So then I had to leave, again, and then come back, again. And now they all think I'm quite odd I'm sure. Which is unfortunate because one of them is rather cute.

Maybe I'm just destined for a construction man, so I've been having all these mishaps so that I can get used to them and not have them terrify the living daylights out of me...

I tried to buy my books for school today. They didn't have the one I needed for chem and then I didn't even get any of them because my debit card didn't seem to think that I was priveleged enough to pay for my parking permit and books in the same day. So I have to go back there now. Siiiiiiigh.

I went offroading the other day and now my clutch doesn't like me... It's really stiff and hard to push in and I'm rather worried that I might have to get a new one. Which I don't really want to do. But Ted's gonna look at it today (hopefully) and maybe he'll know what to do with it and it'll all be ok.

I went to buy my textbooks today (YUCK) and I came away with nothing. I also paid for my parking permit today and so my bank card didn't seem to think that I should be allowed to spend as much money as I'd need to to buy my books. So I get to go back there later on. Wheeeeeeee..... It's actually ok though because they didn't have the one book that I needed so I'd have had to go back again anyway. And this way I got time to check out the used book classifieds and have found a bunch of the ones that I need but for waaaaaaaay less. I'm just waiting for people to e mail me back and tell me if the book is the one I want and if it's in good condition and whatnot. Joy.

So the book I nearly finished writing last year (the one where I had to write 50000 words in a month, which I did) I have finally picked up again. At the moment I'm editing it because there are some parts to it which are quite awkward to read and not so very good. So I'm fixing them and then when I'm done I'll start writing new stuff.

I printed my book out, all 113 pages and nearly killed the printer in the process... My printer is.. fickle at best.. and it didn't really like having to print that much, especially double sided. So some of the pages are NOT in the right order because it printed say.. 95 on one side, 97 on the other, then 96 on a completely different page and then 98 on the back of 96. But oh well. Most of the pages are in the right order. I did make the rather silly mistake of not having the computer number the pages for me, so I had to do it all by hand afterwards. Not so very fun. At any rate the editing has begun and I'm hopeful that I'll be able to finish it this time and then I'll send it off to every publisher I can find and get LOTS of mail, mostly regection letters I am assuming. :>

Well, things at the cat kennel are.... a wee bit stressful at the moment. All of a sudden a whole bunch of cats started sneezing. Now, cats should never sneeze unless they are actually sick with something, and since all the cats at the kennel are vaccinated, they shouldn't sneeze. However, they are and I don't know why. In fact, all the cats who are sneezing, except one, have had all their shots done sometime between February and July of THIS YEAR. The one who hasn't had his shots done last August, so technically he's still good, but not really really. So I was talking to the owner of the kennel and she suggested quarantining the cats. There's two seperate buildings that have kennels in them and the one was empty because we don't have a lot of cats, and I never even thought of putting all the sneezers in that one. So now there are five cats in there. This morning they had actually stopped sneezing as much, so that's a good sign. And the first cat who started sneezing has actually since then gotten better, so I'm hoping that it's just some horrible twist of fate that almost the day Mike (the other guy who was working with me) leaves, the cats all decide to get sick. Maybe they miss him or something... I don't know. Either way I'm hoping that they'll stop sneezing and all that.

Yay! The Airport is giving me 2000$! :> For a scholarship that is. Not just because. Which would also be nice...

One of the Canadian gymnasts at the Olympics this year is Adam Wong, who I happen to know! Well, ok, so I've never actually talked to him, but he trains where I coach gymnastics so I've seen him and therefore COULD have talked to him..

Anyway, I think it's really cool that he's there. I do believe you can watch him in action on CBC tonight after 6:00. I'm not sure exactly what time the gymnastics coverage will be on, but starting at 6:00 is when CBC's showing more stuff. So there ya go! :>

In other, rather less exciting news, Mike (the guy I work with at the kennel) found some gay bees. Either that or they were in a fight to the death, because they were QUITE attached to each other. They were on the wire of one of the outdoor cat runs, and Mike tried to squish them, but they flew off (still attached) and he said it was his life's mission to find them in the grass where they landed and kill them. Not much of a life mission if you ask me, but boys will be boys. So off he went bee-hunting in the lawn. He did actually end up finding them and stepping on them. Sad, now his life will have no purpose. His life's mission being complete and all. I can't remember what he said he'd do for the rest of his life now that that was finished. Tromp on other bee's gay rights I suppose.

The grasshoppers are after me.. They are not happy that I chopped one of their friends in half...

You see, yesterday when I was leaving to go to DQ with Vic (miracle treat day don'tcha know) and I noticed a grasshopper crawling up my window. So I started opening the window more to try and get him to crawl out, only that he decided to jump AT MY THROAT instead.

Now, I'm not afraid of grasshoppers, overly anyway, but when one jumps at your face, you tend to at least twitch a little. Well, I did rather more than twitch. I lifted both legs up into a sitting fetal type position. Now, the problem with this is that I was still in gear.. so I stalled. Then ANOTHER grasshopper flies at me. I don't even know how they got in there because the windows were both closed the entire time that my car was parked. They'd probably gotten in there hours and hours before hand and were waiting for me to get in so that they could attack me.

Maybe I should post a cat as guard by my bed tonight..

My plantar fascia whatsits hurt. :<

(And this stupid thing just erased a bunch of what I wrote. Grrr. So here we go at re-doing it.)

Ummm, something along the lines of, plantar fascia are the bits of tough tissue or ligament or whatever that are on the bottom of your feet. And when you have plantar fasciitus, that stuff is all inflamed and painful so it hurts to walk or stand or push in the clutch pedal on your car..

At any rate, it's been going on for a couple weeks, on and off, now. At first it was just in my right foot. Now it's both and they burn. It sucks. It hurts to walk so I either limp a little bit or walk on the sides of my feet. Which is rather hard to do. Especially in shoes. Owee.

I think that's all I had. Or most of it anywho.

I had fun with mud today. :> Down in the field beyond my house, where they've set up a loam screening operation, there was a mudslide after all the rain we'd had and so along the one side of the road there, there's sooo much mud! A good portion of it has all dried up now, but there was still some really good and squishy stuff. So mum and I had to go down there to put up a bit of barbed wire along some of the fences. (This is in a "nature preservation" area, and so they're all lined with this stupid plastic green stuff. Well, of course, with all that mud sliding everywhere, the green stuff wouldn't let it through, so it pulled the fences halfway down in two spots. And mum wants to put horses in there, so we were doing some repairs so that no one would escape.) When we were finished, mum had to go and do something else that didn't require my help, so I went and played in the mud. :> There was a good amount of mucking back and forth and in some spots the mud was deep enough that i would sink in all the way up to my knees. When I was all finished and my legs from the knee down were entirely caked in mud, I went and sat in the car (legs hanging out side of course) and listened to the radio. While I was there, the guy driving the big machine ( smaller than a bulldozer and waaay bigger than a bobcat, same idea as a bobcat though) came over and offered me his roll of paper towel. And said something along the lines of, before your mum gets back and get's mad at you, or something like that. I told him that she already knew I was playing around in the muck and he drove off again to go move more dirt. (For the record, my mum hadn't expected me to get quite as dirty as I did and she almost wouldn't let me go back in the car once I showed her my legs.)

In the spots where the mud was knee deep, I had earlier been dropping rocks into it. And you didn't even have to throw the rock, just simply let it drop and it would sink down into the mud until it was in twice as deep as the rock was high. It was great. So much perfect mud. :>

I had fun with the machete today. :> Mum and I were out in the bush clearing a pathway for the horses. This is in one of the "wildlife preservation" areas set up by the construction people, but mum wants to put horses in there cause there's lots of grass and whatnot. So we were in there clearing a path so that you can get through while leading a horse. That sort of thing. And I had the machete. *Demonic grin* It was fun.

I also became a machete murderer today. (No I didn't hack mein mum to pieces. How would I get all the gates open AND fend off the horses AND drive back all at the same time if I did that?..) There was a rather large grasshopper sitting on a tree right beside me and I was quite tempted to see if I could cut it in half. I had no doubt the machete could, I just didn't know whether or not I'd hit it. So I asked my mum first if I should kill it, and she said sure, so I did. And then she was horrified at me for doing so. She's a strange breed. Anyway, I had such perfect aim, that I got the grasshopper exactly in the middle and he sufered no undue pain or torture.

I had the "good fortune" of getting in the way of a cranky cat today at work. Oh yes. It was great fun. It was this sweet little midget cat (she's really tiny) and she'd gotten out of her kennel (when cats have adjusted, we let them out, this was sort of her trial run) and decided that she didn't really like all the other cats very much. So she starts hissing and whatnot, so I pick her up and I pet her back once and then she flipped out on me. She dug one set of claws into the underside of my right arm and the other set into the top of my right arm. Then she sank her teeth into the top of my right arm. So now there's a good hole punched into the underside of my arm and two cuts on the top, from top and bottom fangs. The scratches on the top of my arm from her claws didn't break the skin, but you could see four distinct lines on my arm from her.

It doesn't look like it'll get infected or anything, which is good. Cat spit has a high amount of bacteria in it, so cat bites can get very infected very quickly. Other than that, I'm still breathing and life is good. :>

I'm all a wee bit confused. Not as bad as yesterday, which was quite ridiculous. I was being so torn up by all my competing emotions inside that I wasn't sure what I was feeling or why or anything.

On the car ride back from Dustin's house I drove Craig and Amy home and they were doing most of the talking because firstly I'm not much of a talking person while driving, but also because I'm not much of a talking person in group type situations. Yea, I know three people isn't really a group, but it was enough to trigger my mute settings. Anyway, it was a God talk the whole way home. Even though I love God, these always make me a little uncomfortable and it always bothered me that it did. I mean, talking about something you love shouldn't make you uncomfortable right? But I think I'm starting to figure out why.

I was talking with Craig after we dropped Amy off and for whatever reason I was having a really hard time following what he was saying. I don't think I told him that God talks made me nervous, but we were talking about how when other people are in God's presense, they can feel something, you can see it in them, but that I don't. I always chalked it up to me not feeling things the same way other people do, same way that I don't miss any of my really good friends that I never see anymore. But Craig asked me if it could be that I don't like being vulnerable. I don't really like the word vulnerable here, because to me, when you're vulnerable, you get hurt. A better word would be exposed. I don't like having my true desires exposed to the world. I, unfortunately, place a lot of my being on what others think. And if I'm talking about my deepest wishes and most personal thoughts, I run the risk of having other people judge me on them.

At any rate, I'm still working things out and have a long way to go in my walk with God, but after talking with Craig I feel, different. Older I think.

Ahhh. Camping at Dustin's farm in Olds. Twas good fun. Twas good fun indeed. Chester was born there.. I will tell you about Chester. (Muahahaha...)

Chester is a cow, but not only is he a cow (he's a gender confused cow...) he is a cow that produces nacho cheese rather than milk, in four different flavours no less! You see, he is bright school bus yellow with black legs and has a cheese chudder (not an udder). Since he has four stomachs and four nipples on his udder, he produces four different flavours of nacho cheese. Mild, medium, hot and dangerously cheesy. In order to be able to produce nacho cheese, Chester eats nothing but beer and peppers (beer to ferment the milk into cheese and peppers to make it spicy). Then to make it actually nacho cheese, his udder is strapped into one of those 80's flab-o-matics. The ones where it's got the rubber band type dealy that goes around your waist and then vibrates like mad. Only it goes around his udder instead.

We even have a tongue twister (which you must be able to say ten times fast before you can join Campus Crusade...) and it goes like this. Chester the chooing cheese cow from Cholula chews corona and chilies with his Chilean chinchilla-chihuahua. The Chilean chinchilla-chihuahua is Chester's sidekick. Now, Chester cannot speak, he can only choo (instead of mooing) and the chinchilla-chihuahua interprets for Chester. Chester also has an accompanying Mariachi band led by Steve (someone from Campus Crusade). Chester also has a love interest name Chilayla (rather than just Layla).

We've got a skit worked out too. It starts out with an Italian boy sitting at a table with a plate of nachos, but no cheese on his nachos. So he says, in his Italian accent, "Oh! I have-a no cheese-e for-a my-a nachos!". Then the mariachi band is cued and starts playing Zorro music and in comes Chester and his Chilean chinchilla-chihuahua. "Choooo!" says Chester. "Chester the cheese cow to the rescue!" interprets the chinchilla-chihuahua. Then Chester goes over to the table and plops his chudder next to the cheeseless Italian and asks him which flavour he would like, then squirts some nacho cheese onto the nachos (this is the part where everyone starts getting a little grossed out with our skit...).

We're going to be sponsored by Trident (chew chew) and the Dairy Board (of course). And there you have Chester the Chooing Cheese Cow.

That one took probably about an hour and a half to cook up and even then, we kept adding little bits here and there. The whole thing came about because someone (Craig I think) was in a debate once at school where the topic was should cows be genetically engineered to produce chocolate milk instead of regular milk. And then it progressed from chocolate milk to nacho cheese. And Chester was born. Oh yes! And Chester is now going to be Campus Crusade's mascot (Chester the Cheese Cow... CCC... Campus Crusade for Christ... CCC...) and he will be played by Taryn (who is very tall and not at all gender confused. At least, I don't think he is..) The Chilean chincilla-chihuahua will be played either by Laura (Taryn's girlfriend) or by Mariana (who is actually Chilean). And the chinchilla chihuahua has a high squeekyish voice with a Mexican accent. Chester is from Mexico.

Other than that, we played with guns this weekend. I shot a .22, a bow and arrow and a shotgun. :> I like the .22 best though because the shotgun has a LOT of kickback, and it kinda hurt a wee bit, and the bow is meant for someone who is 6 feet tall, so in order to have the bow pulled back as far as it needs to be, my one arm is waaaaaaaaay behind me and in that position, I'm not strong enough to hold the bow like that for very long. Long enough to shoot one arrow though! Also the sights that you look through are waaaay past my eyes, so I was shooting blind basically. With the .22 I hit a pop can 6 out of 10 times. I probably would have done better, but the first bunch I only had one eye open, but for the last half of my shots I had both eyes open and just got used to being able to see two completely different things at once and then I hit a can pretty much every shot. Craig was wickedly good with the bow though, and he's never shot one before. Every arrow he shot was within a 2 inch circle sorta thing. It was crazy. A couple times arrows he shot actually hit the other arrow already stuck into the target (a flap of cardboard). Crazy. He is Robin Hood.

I drove Craig both ways actually, and we'd entered into planning a little surprise for when we got there. We couldn't do it until later though because we decided that no one would be outside when we got there (there was only two people there at all when we got there) but we were both dressed up as mafia/gangster type people and when everyone was busy shooting guns we took the roof off my car and drove behind the barn where everyone was. Craig was standing up through the roof with his elastic band shooting rifle. Then I revved the engine up really high and we both jumped out and went after Dustin and shot him several times. It was so much fun but sooooooo hot in a trench coat. Before we got there though we stopped into IGA and got some smores supplies. I had decided that I didn't want to wear my trench coat for the drive up, but Craig was all dressed up, so we went through the IGA with everyone laughing at us. It was quite amusing actually, because at first, I couldn't figure out why everyone was either laughing or looking at us funny. (Craig had on black shirt and pants, grey sports coat, a fedora that didn't really fit, round sunglasses and some dollar store gold necklace (his bling bling)).

Oh man. So much fun. Too bad he's going away to school in Newfoundland and I won't get to see him often at all. :<