<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18716572</id><updated>2012-01-05T14:18:26.892-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Canuck's Life</title><subtitle type='html'>The days of the life of this Canuck</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscanuckslife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716572/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscanuckslife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Krystin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iD6h4HUYyvM/TTyKhcw7wrI/AAAAAAAAABU/TRczsaMfUjk/s220/niagara.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18716572.post-115196495702365835</id><published>2006-07-03T18:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T18:15:57.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm Toasty!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I stole it from Quiznos...but I'm just as toasted as one of their subs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: The sun is hot...very very hot.  And it likes to burn things...like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to Self again...when Grov says "Hey! Want me to put sunscreen on you?" say YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...I'm off to add to the global warming crisis, 'cause I'm putting off so much heat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716572-115196495702365835?l=thiscanuckslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscanuckslife.blogspot.com/feeds/115196495702365835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716572&amp;postID=115196495702365835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716572/posts/default/115196495702365835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716572/posts/default/115196495702365835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscanuckslife.blogspot.com/2006/07/mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-toasty.html' title='Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm Toasty!'/><author><name>Krystin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iD6h4HUYyvM/TTyKhcw7wrI/AAAAAAAAABU/TRczsaMfUjk/s220/niagara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18716572.post-115033601763322136</id><published>2006-06-14T21:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T21:46:57.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Flies!</title><content type='html'>Wow...long time since I last posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of stuff going on.  Work sucks, I basically feel like I don't have a life now.  Granted, I didn't have a life BEFORE I started working at HD, but that was my choice....now I don't have a life, it's worse than before, and it is NOT by choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some good news regarding Grov and I...we are in the process of getting me a Visa so I can move to the US and we can get married...Yay Us :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's about it really.  No time to do anything much anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to post more soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716572-115033601763322136?l=thiscanuckslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscanuckslife.blogspot.com/feeds/115033601763322136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716572&amp;postID=115033601763322136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716572/posts/default/115033601763322136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716572/posts/default/115033601763322136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscanuckslife.blogspot.com/2006/06/time-flies.html' title='Time Flies!'/><author><name>Krystin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iD6h4HUYyvM/TTyKhcw7wrI/AAAAAAAAABU/TRczsaMfUjk/s220/niagara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18716572.post-114326005793817039</id><published>2006-03-24T23:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T21:13:47.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>32 Ways to Make a Girl Smile</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine posted this somewhere else, and it made me smile thinking about it because Grov does many of these :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32 Ways To Make A Girl Smile&lt;br /&gt;1. Tell her she is BEAUTIFUL&lt;br /&gt;2. Hold her hand at any moment even if its justfor a second.&lt;br /&gt;3. HUG HER FROM BEHIND!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;4. Leave her voice messages to wake up to.&lt;br /&gt;5. Wrestle with her :)&lt;br /&gt;6. don't go hang out with your ex when shes notwith you, you might not relize how badly it hurts her.&lt;br /&gt;7. If youre talking to another girl, when you're done talking, walk over and hug her and kiss her....let her know she's yours and they aren't.&lt;br /&gt;8. Write her notes or call her just to say "hi".....&lt;br /&gt;9. Introduce her to your friends . . . as your girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;10. Play with her hair.&lt;br /&gt;11. Pick her up (she loves it)&lt;br /&gt;12. Get upset if another guy touches her and shedoesn't like it&lt;br /&gt;13. Make her laugh&lt;br /&gt;14. Let her fall asleep in your arms.&lt;br /&gt;15. If she's mad at you, kiss her.&lt;br /&gt;16. If you care about her, then TELL HER&lt;br /&gt;17. Every guy should give their girl 3 things: astuffed animal(she'll hug it every time she goes to sleep),jewelry (she'll treasure it forever), and one of his t-shirts(she'll most likely wear it to bed) or sweatshirts sprayed withhis cologne!! and flowers or something occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;18. Treat her the same around your friends as youdo when you're alone.&lt;br /&gt;19. Look her in the eyes and smile.&lt;br /&gt;20. Hang out with her on weekends&lt;br /&gt;21.Kiss her in the rain (girls love this) YES WE DOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;22.Kiss her just for the heck of it&lt;br /&gt;23. If your listening to music, let her listen too. =)&lt;br /&gt;24. Remember her birthday and get her something,even if its simple and inexpensive, it came from YOU. itmeans ALL the world to her.&lt;br /&gt;25. when she gives you a present on yourbirthday, Christmas, or just whenever, take it and tell heryou love it, even if you don't (it'll make her happy.)&lt;br /&gt;26. Always call her when you say you will, it maynot seem like it, but it does hurt her and makes her thinkyou don't care so call even if you can only talk for a minute.Girls don't necessarily have to have hour longconversations every night but its nice for us to hear your voiceeven for a quick hello.&lt;br /&gt;27. Give her wat she wants&lt;br /&gt;28. Recognize the small things . . . they usually mean themost.&lt;br /&gt;29.DONT hug her friends or your friends that aregirls cause she'll feel left out.&lt;br /&gt;30.hang out with her whenever you are free and ushould be free to hang wit your girl friend all the time&lt;br /&gt;31.If u care about her...SHOW her!&lt;br /&gt;32. Let them Plan your Sunday together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716572-114326005793817039?l=thiscanuckslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscanuckslife.blogspot.com/feeds/114326005793817039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716572&amp;postID=114326005793817039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716572/posts/default/114326005793817039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716572/posts/default/114326005793817039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscanuckslife.blogspot.com/2006/03/32-ways-to-make-girl-smile.html' title='32 Ways to Make a Girl Smile'/><author><name>Krystin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iD6h4HUYyvM/TTyKhcw7wrI/AAAAAAAAABU/TRczsaMfUjk/s220/niagara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18716572.post-114101217004771069</id><published>2006-02-26T22:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T22:49:30.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Virginia Is For Lovers</title><content type='html'>Yay! I will once again be headed down to Virginia on Friday.  This time I am driving down and I'll be there for 10 days.  I can't wait, and I am so jumpy right now that I could just get in the car and drive down there! But, alas, both Grov and I must wait.  But it will be worth the wait, because when I see him I am going to hug him and kiss him and never want to let him go...well, for a little while anyway ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait! I can't wait! I can't wait!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...just needed to get that out of my head and onto the computer :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're reading this Grov...I love you and I CAN'T WAIT! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716572-114101217004771069?l=thiscanuckslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscanuckslife.blogspot.com/feeds/114101217004771069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716572&amp;postID=114101217004771069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716572/posts/default/114101217004771069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716572/posts/default/114101217004771069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscanuckslife.blogspot.com/2006/02/virginia-is-for-lovers.html' title='Virginia Is For Lovers'/><author><name>Krystin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iD6h4HUYyvM/TTyKhcw7wrI/AAAAAAAAABU/TRczsaMfUjk/s220/niagara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18716572.post-114058034737643851</id><published>2006-02-21T22:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T22:52:27.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay Job!</title><content type='html'>So my instincts were right :) Got me a Job at the Home Depot (from now on, HD).&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I was wrong on one thing...I'm not working in the Paint Department.  I was &lt;em&gt;supposed&lt;/em&gt; to but the Store Manager (from now on, the Boss) didn't think I was suited for it...said I was intelligent and instead made me a "Special Services Associate". Basically: Service Desk, but along with a lot more responsibility.  I thought cool...it'll look better on a resume I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sucky part? Only $9/hr.  Oh well...I needed a job, and it will pay my bills.  Just won't leave me with a lot when I move to the US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yay...I finally got a job. Can I get a woo woo??? :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716572-114058034737643851?l=thiscanuckslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscanuckslife.blogspot.com/feeds/114058034737643851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716572&amp;postID=114058034737643851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716572/posts/default/114058034737643851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716572/posts/default/114058034737643851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscanuckslife.blogspot.com/2006/02/yay-job.html' title='Yay Job!'/><author><name>Krystin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iD6h4HUYyvM/TTyKhcw7wrI/AAAAAAAAABU/TRczsaMfUjk/s220/niagara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18716572.post-114040801152794229</id><published>2006-02-19T22:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T23:00:11.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Possible Job x2</title><content type='html'>So I went for the job interview on Friday.  I got there early, like I usually do for that kind of stuff...hey, it's better to be early and show them that you are reliable right? Anyway, get there, go into the trailer that Home Depot has set up in the parking lot because they are still building the place, tell the lady sitting at the desk who I am and she tells me to have a seat. Okeedokee.&lt;br /&gt;So we go through a bunch of pre-set questions...I'm good with my answers, throw in a few jokes and whatnot, make a good impression and she tells me "ok, we'd like you to come back for a THIRD interview on Tuesday to meet with the Store Manager". *sigh* I was hoping she would have said "Congratulations, you start on this date" so I could have gone down to Virginia, but no...I have to wait, yet again lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking, no one is that evil that they would make me come back for a Third Interview, with the Store Manager to-boot, only to be told no you don't have a job...so I'm thinking I'm going to be working at Home Depot for a little while...yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the funniest thing happened. During my initial interview, I mentioned I like to paint...so when I went for this last interview, she says "So you want to work in the paint department?" Uhhhh...Ok! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that is probably going to suck is that they will make me Part Time so they don't have to give benefits.  I don't care, as long as I can get at least 35hrs a week, and $10 or more an hour, I'll be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do I have a job?? Possibly, leaning towards a yes.....but I don't want to assume anything!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716572-114040801152794229?l=thiscanuckslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscanuckslife.blogspot.com/feeds/114040801152794229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716572&amp;postID=114040801152794229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716572/posts/default/114040801152794229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716572/posts/default/114040801152794229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscanuckslife.blogspot.com/2006/02/possible-job-x2.html' title='Possible Job x2'/><author><name>Krystin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iD6h4HUYyvM/TTyKhcw7wrI/AAAAAAAAABU/TRczsaMfUjk/s220/niagara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18716572.post-114006754997494261</id><published>2006-02-16T00:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T00:25:49.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Possible Job???</title><content type='html'>ok...so I don't want to jinx it.&lt;br /&gt;I got a phone call for a second interview with Home Depot.  They are opening a new store in the next town over and I went to a job fair for them two weekends ago. Did really well in the screening interview (basically the 'interview' to pick out all the unwanted or scary people haha)&lt;br /&gt;So the interview is Friday at 1:30pm and I'm kinda nervous, but not, because I did so well the first time. I mean, I have the personality, I've been involved in sports since I was like 5 so I know all about team play, and heck, I've even got warehouse experience...so I'm qualified...Dammit! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want this job so I can have something until I move down to the US. It's not a permanent thing, and that isn't what I was looking for anyway, so if I get this, it will be just right :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716572-114006754997494261?l=thiscanuckslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscanuckslife.blogspot.com/feeds/114006754997494261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716572&amp;postID=114006754997494261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716572/posts/default/114006754997494261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716572/posts/default/114006754997494261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscanuckslife.blogspot.com/2006/02/possible-job.html' title='Possible Job???'/><author><name>Krystin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iD6h4HUYyvM/TTyKhcw7wrI/AAAAAAAAABU/TRczsaMfUjk/s220/niagara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18716572.post-113993942744025104</id><published>2006-02-14T12:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T12:50:27.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>Happy Valentine's Day! To everyone out there who has someone, I hope you make the best of it. To everyone who doesn't I hope you find someone soon.  And to everyone who has someone but they are far away (like me and Grov) I hope that you can get together real soon and make up for all the time you have been apart :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs and Kisses to the Love of My Life, Grov.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you! xoxoxoxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716572-113993942744025104?l=thiscanuckslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscanuckslife.blogspot.com/feeds/113993942744025104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716572&amp;postID=113993942744025104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716572/posts/default/113993942744025104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716572/posts/default/113993942744025104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscanuckslife.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Krystin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iD6h4HUYyvM/TTyKhcw7wrI/AAAAAAAAABU/TRczsaMfUjk/s220/niagara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18716572.post-113980821700343498</id><published>2006-02-13T00:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T00:23:37.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Help Not Wanted</title><content type='html'>Ok, it's been a week since I went and applied at the Home Depot job fair where I got an 'interview'. Basically a screening process to weed out all the 'unwanted' people.  The lady said up to three weeks if they are going to call for a second interview, but I'm getting that feeling I get when nothing is going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been about a month since I started really looking for a job and applying to places.  Hmm lets see, I've applied to 8 places and I got an interview for one (where I thought for sure I would get, and at least make some money), and a response back from another saying that the position had been filled.  Sooo...I guess by not hearing anything back from the others I'm not wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been very depressing this past month. I feel like I did before I met Grov.  Before him nobody wanted me. I'd get the 'sure, you're nice, and I like you as a friend, but I don't like you like that" type of response from guys.  Now it's employment who is treating me like that.  I feel EXACTLY like I did before Grov....like I want to just go and sit in a corner and cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...not having a job really sucks.  But not having a job and not having any money to pay my bills is scary.  I have to borrow from my parents and it's really bothering me. Not because I have to borrow from them, but because I'm being made to feel like it's my fault that no one wants to hire me, even though I am trying to find a job with my limited retail/food experience with a degree in History that no one wants to hire because why do they need someone like me?&lt;br /&gt;It's almost like I have to build up the courage to ask for help, because when I do ask I get made to feel stupid. It's just not very nice. And..wow, look at me here, I'm crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is what it feels like to have a mother who doesn't think very much of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716572-113980821700343498?l=thiscanuckslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscanuckslife.blogspot.com/feeds/113980821700343498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716572&amp;postID=113980821700343498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716572/posts/default/113980821700343498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716572/posts/default/113980821700343498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscanuckslife.blogspot.com/2006/02/help-not-wanted.html' title='Help Not Wanted'/><author><name>Krystin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iD6h4HUYyvM/TTyKhcw7wrI/AAAAAAAAABU/TRczsaMfUjk/s220/niagara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18716572.post-113936824746035363</id><published>2006-02-07T22:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T22:10:47.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grov the Movie Star</title><content type='html'>Yes folks, that's right.  My boyfriend is a movie star ;)  Ok...so he's not in any big name productions like Saving Private Ryan or Band of Brothers...but he did get to be Hitler's Aide this weekend!  Even let Hitler sit in his truck to get warm.  How many of your boyfriend's can say they did that! HA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...so it wasn't the REAL Hitler, but he apparently looked like him! Grov had fun Sunday to Tuesday playing a Major in the German Army...said he looked sexy...told him we'd have to play 'war' one day with it hehe ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grov really gets a kick outta doing these things.  And I think it would be fun to try.  I'm not real good with cameras, but he has fun, so I imagine I would too.  Who knows, maybe two movie stars in the future.  Please...no autographs :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716572-113936824746035363?l=thiscanuckslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscanuckslife.blogspot.com/feeds/113936824746035363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716572&amp;postID=113936824746035363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716572/posts/default/113936824746035363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716572/posts/default/113936824746035363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscanuckslife.blogspot.com/2006/02/grov-movie-star.html' title='Grov the Movie Star'/><author><name>Krystin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iD6h4HUYyvM/TTyKhcw7wrI/AAAAAAAAABU/TRczsaMfUjk/s220/niagara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18716572.post-113890811980861896</id><published>2006-02-02T14:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T14:21:59.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yep</title><content type='html'>Still Unemployed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716572-113890811980861896?l=thiscanuckslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscanuckslife.blogspot.com/feeds/113890811980861896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716572&amp;postID=113890811980861896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716572/posts/default/113890811980861896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716572/posts/default/113890811980861896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscanuckslife.blogspot.com/2006/02/yep.html' title='Yep'/><author><name>Krystin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iD6h4HUYyvM/TTyKhcw7wrI/AAAAAAAAABU/TRczsaMfUjk/s220/niagara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18716572.post-113868387385986901</id><published>2006-01-30T23:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T00:06:43.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much Education CAN hurt you</title><content type='html'>So, it's January 31, I have been out of work since the second week of November 2005 (unless you count the 6hrs I did in December) and I have no promising outlooks on the places that I did apply.&lt;br /&gt;Granted, I only really started looking for a job this month. November and December I had planned to not look because it would be the only real free time I would have to go to Virginia whenever. Well...I really couldn't afford to go the 2 times I did, but I did anyway because I love Grov and not being with him would hurt more than being poor, so there we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time in my life that I have really had to GET a job. Sure, when I first started working at the museum, it was because I needed to help my parents out with MY tuition, so I found a job...and quickly. Literally, it was: found a job on the jobbank for the museum at 3am; wrote up cover letter and sparkled up the resume by 4am; woke up, got ready, and handed in resume for job at museum in early afternoon; got request for interview same afternoon; had interview next day; got job 3hrs after interview. So, not getting any interviews at places where I could do the job well is very discouraging. Even more discouraging is having an interview for a really crappy part time job and never getting a phone call back. What does that tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm overqualified for the shit jobs, and not good enough for everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now, I'm an unemployed, university graduate, with some museum experience that can't get a job anywhere. I may as well wipe my ass with my degree because right now, that's all it's really good for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you say discouraged??? I sure as hell can, and can spell it for you too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716572-113868387385986901?l=thiscanuckslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscanuckslife.blogspot.com/feeds/113868387385986901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716572&amp;postID=113868387385986901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716572/posts/default/113868387385986901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716572/posts/default/113868387385986901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscanuckslife.blogspot.com/2006/01/too-much-education-can-hurt-you.html' title='Too much Education CAN hurt you'/><author><name>Krystin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iD6h4HUYyvM/TTyKhcw7wrI/AAAAAAAAABU/TRczsaMfUjk/s220/niagara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18716572.post-113744277928986993</id><published>2006-01-16T15:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T15:19:39.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Job</title><content type='html'>I need one...'nuff said&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716572-113744277928986993?l=thiscanuckslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscanuckslife.blogspot.com/feeds/113744277928986993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716572&amp;postID=113744277928986993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716572/posts/default/113744277928986993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716572/posts/default/113744277928986993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscanuckslife.blogspot.com/2006/01/job.html' title='Job'/><author><name>Krystin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iD6h4HUYyvM/TTyKhcw7wrI/AAAAAAAAABU/TRczsaMfUjk/s220/niagara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18716572.post-113737991630227043</id><published>2006-01-15T21:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T21:51:56.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays and More</title><content type='html'>Well, Christmas and New Years has come and gone, and I am once again stuck here in the Great White North wishing I were somewhere else...Like Virginia with Grov. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two weeks down south were lovely and the best Christmas gift I could have ever received.  I like just hanging out with him, or driving around many different states on New Years Eve, going to Gettysburg just for the day and falling in love with it all over again while enjoying lunch at the Farnsworth Inn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, I'm back at home (came home January 4th...a day before Independence Air went TU) and now I'm here all by my lonesome because my parents are spending close to 3 weeks in Florida and a 10-day cruise in the Carribean.  Wish I didn't have to be alone, because I get very lonely and depressed and become very lazy and unproductive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really should be looking for a job, but I really Don't know where to look.  I admit, I'm probably being too picky, but I DON'T want to work at a food place like Wendy's or Tim Horton's.  I'd love to be able to have some kind of substance where I work, besides "Would you like fries with that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else...don't know what else to really say.  I'm bored, I'm poor, and I'm sick of being far away from Grov.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716572-113737991630227043?l=thiscanuckslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscanuckslife.blogspot.com/feeds/113737991630227043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716572&amp;postID=113737991630227043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716572/posts/default/113737991630227043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716572/posts/default/113737991630227043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscanuckslife.blogspot.com/2006/01/holidays-and-more.html' title='Holidays and More'/><author><name>Krystin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iD6h4HUYyvM/TTyKhcw7wrI/AAAAAAAAABU/TRczsaMfUjk/s220/niagara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18716572.post-113444893573141739</id><published>2005-12-12T23:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T23:44:19.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"It's Getting Better All The Time"</title><content type='html'>So, Zithromax still sucks. Still giving me unbelievable stomach spasms. BUT, I am getting better. Yesterday I couldn't even swallow without feeling like I was taking in a 6 inch blade of a knife down my throat, and today, hardly anything. So that's good. Head's getting a bit stuffy though, but I can deal with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went and got the family Christmas tree yesterday. I don't even know why my parents bother anymore. My father has turned into scrooge, and my mom just wants to be able to enjoy Christmas. Bloody annoying if you ask me. Oh and I have to do most of the work around here regarding the Christmas decorations. Kind of pointless for me this year, really. I'm not even going to be here for Christmas! I'm going back to Virginia to spend it with Grov. Funny, I only realized that this would have been my last Christmas in this house (a house I have lived in for most of my life...20 years to be exact) because my parents are moving next year.  Actually a little sad about that, because I'm such a sentimental sissy sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, not much else going on in my world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716572-113444893573141739?l=thiscanuckslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscanuckslife.blogspot.com/feeds/113444893573141739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716572&amp;postID=113444893573141739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716572/posts/default/113444893573141739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716572/posts/default/113444893573141739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscanuckslife.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-getting-better-all-time.html' title='&quot;It&apos;s Getting Better All The Time&quot;'/><author><name>Krystin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iD6h4HUYyvM/TTyKhcw7wrI/AAAAAAAAABU/TRczsaMfUjk/s220/niagara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18716572.post-113414856038619047</id><published>2005-12-09T12:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T12:16:00.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Zithromax Sucks</title><content type='html'>Ok...so I woke up this morning with a throat that felt like it was on fire.  Ok, ok so it wasn't &lt;em&gt;actually&lt;/em&gt;on fire, but my tonsils were swollen and had a nice coat of pus on them (sorry for the gross image there folks!).  I finally broke down and went to the clinic.  Got there early and didn't have to wait long at all.  Dr. saw me, asked me a bunch of questions, took a swab of my throat, wrote me a prescription for Zithromax and sent me on my merry way.  I guess if they find anything seriously wrong with the swab they will tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take my 'script and head over to the pharmacy ( I don't have insurance anymore so things cost me).  Well, I didn't realize that 6 little pills were going to cost me almost $50! That's reason 1 why Zithromax sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason 2: I take the prescribed 2 pills for the first day and head back to bed.  Hey, if I'm sick...I sleep.  Yay sleep.  Anyway, I wake up at about 11:45am with a really weird, cramping feeling in my stomach.  It wasn't like a stomach ache, these felt like they were twisting my insides! So, needless to say, I wasn't feeling good, and ended up being sick.  Feeling a little better now, but I'm still getting twinges.  Stupid expensive pills! I know it's one of the side effects, but c'mon...drugs should make you feel good...not bad!  If I knew this was going to happen, I would have spent my $50 on some drugs that would take the pain away...and my mind away too ;)&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716572-113414856038619047?l=thiscanuckslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscanuckslife.blogspot.com/feeds/113414856038619047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716572&amp;postID=113414856038619047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716572/posts/default/113414856038619047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716572/posts/default/113414856038619047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscanuckslife.blogspot.com/2005/12/why-zithromax-sucks.html' title='Why Zithromax Sucks'/><author><name>Krystin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iD6h4HUYyvM/TTyKhcw7wrI/AAAAAAAAABU/TRczsaMfUjk/s220/niagara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18716572.post-113375897979079707</id><published>2005-12-05T00:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T00:03:00.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Damming the Flood</title><content type='html'>Well, I am home from my week long adventure in Virginia with Grov.  It's always a good time when I get to spend time with him.  He makes me feel all warm and fuzzy.&lt;br /&gt;I felt kinda bad though.  I started to feel sick, (like really sick...he doesn't know how sick I really did feel on Friday...oops...I guess he does now!), and I had migraines a few of the days (again..he doesn't know how bad they were and I probably should have gone to the hospital both times...but I didn't say anything).  I didn't want to ruin the time I had with him, and having him sit in an emergency room with me for god knows how long having to deal with my insurance really wouldn't have been my idea of a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also feel bad because I put so much on him.  Even just listening to my problems I feel like I'm burdening him.  I know what he's going to tell me "it's what I'm there for" but I still feel really bad.  I don't know, I have always been one to just keep my emotions to myself, mainly because I have never had anyone close enough to talk to.  And now that I'm with him, it's like it's all come flooding out.  I can't help it...it just won't stop.  And for some reason, I am getting very emotional about it all. I'm scared that I'm going to flood him so much that he's just not going to listen anymore, because it always seems to be the same problem. So, I've decided that unless it's really important, I'm just going to deal with it and not dump on Grov anymore.  He doesn't need it, and I don't want to be the one to ruin a great thing in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Dec. 21 I fly back down to Virginia again for 2 weeks to spend Christmas and New Year's with Grov.  And then on Jan 4, hopefully, he and I will be flying back together.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll post about all of that after I get back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716572-113375897979079707?l=thiscanuckslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscanuckslife.blogspot.com/feeds/113375897979079707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716572&amp;postID=113375897979079707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716572/posts/default/113375897979079707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716572/posts/default/113375897979079707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscanuckslife.blogspot.com/2005/12/damming-flood.html' title='Damming the Flood'/><author><name>Krystin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iD6h4HUYyvM/TTyKhcw7wrI/AAAAAAAAABU/TRczsaMfUjk/s220/niagara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18716572.post-113263448061842681</id><published>2005-11-21T23:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T23:41:20.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Torrance and Beyond</title><content type='html'>So this past weekend was pretty cool.  I participated in the tactical I had mentioned (see earlier blog entry) and even though most of the Germans didn't want to come out to play, I still had a good time.&lt;br /&gt;I met up with Grov near the end of the tactical.  That was probably my highlight.  I was supposed to meet up with him on the Friday, but because I couldn't leave to go to PA until late in the afternoon, I didn't get to the destination until 10:30pm and, well, you don't just go waltzing into the German encampment dressed as a partisan unless you want you ass kicked (or shot!)&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty bummed about that...and then I was hoping, hoping, hoping that we would somehow meet up with the FJ in a battle...it happened, but I had to be our Commanding Officer's 'seeing eye person' (he's night blind) I didn't get to participate or see Grov at all.&lt;br /&gt;Finally! near the end of the fighting...and me being tired, cold and hungry, I saw Grov.  Well...actually I saw a German (the sun was behind him, so I didn't KNOW it was him)...and the German whistled at me...I wanted to give him the finger (I really wasn't in a good mood at the moment in time lol)...and then I hear "Hey Monkey!" hee hee...I really did giggle like that.  Turns out Grov was dead and was heading back to wherever he was heading.....which was in the OPPOSITE direction as we were going.  That was it...I think my body went...YAY!!! and then shut down, because about 5 minutes after that I said "fuck it, I'm done" I walked up to where Grov had been and started walking back.  I got shot at a few times, but they are blanks, so who am I to care if they were shooting.  I wasn't playing anymore lol.&lt;br /&gt;Got to the T-Intersection and as I was having a conversation with a German I turn around to see Grov running towards me with arms wide open.  I think I almost collapsed into him...I was so happy and exhausted at the same time.  At that moment, my day began :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I have been home for 24hrs and this Friday I am going down to good 'ole Virginia to spend some time with Grov.  We need this time.  I was going to drive down (about 12hrs) but my mom is a chronic worrier (I inherited this trait unfortunately) so she and my dad gave me an early Christmas gift and bought me a plane ticket down.  I just have to pay for parking at the airport.  No biggie.  Cheaper than paying for gas!&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to get down there!  And when I return it will be 3 weeks until I return to spend even more time with him :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned how much I love Grov? Oh, I haven't? Well...I do :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716572-113263448061842681?l=thiscanuckslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscanuckslife.blogspot.com/feeds/113263448061842681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716572&amp;postID=113263448061842681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716572/posts/default/113263448061842681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716572/posts/default/113263448061842681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscanuckslife.blogspot.com/2005/11/torrance-and-beyond.html' title='Torrance and Beyond'/><author><name>Krystin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iD6h4HUYyvM/TTyKhcw7wrI/AAAAAAAAABU/TRczsaMfUjk/s220/niagara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18716572.post-113226754609300053</id><published>2005-11-17T17:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T17:45:46.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a week</title><content type='html'>What a friggin' week.  Too much has gone on, and my brain is just hurting.  Not a headache...my brain hurts.  Is that possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...c'est la vie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716572-113226754609300053?l=thiscanuckslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscanuckslife.blogspot.com/feeds/113226754609300053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716572&amp;postID=113226754609300053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716572/posts/default/113226754609300053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716572/posts/default/113226754609300053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscanuckslife.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-week.html' title='What a week'/><author><name>Krystin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iD6h4HUYyvM/TTyKhcw7wrI/AAAAAAAAABU/TRczsaMfUjk/s220/niagara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18716572.post-113185644744671202</id><published>2005-11-12T23:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T23:34:07.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Night</title><content type='html'>Well, it's my final night alone with the cats.  My parents fly into Buffalo tonight around midnight from Las Vegas...oh excuse me, let me rephrase that, from Lost Wages.  Thank goodness they didn't lose the house! They were flying Southwest Airlines...ok, so when I went to Vegas in May 2003 we flew Southwest, direct from Buffalo to Las Vegas, and yes it was a long 6hr flight, but they made it fun etc ect.  Now...have you ever seen the reality show '&lt;em&gt;Airline&lt;/em&gt;' on A&amp;E? How Southwest Airlines EVER lets A&amp;amp;E show half of the crap that really happens is beyond me.  If you haven't seen the show, lemme tell ya, if you saw it, you wouldn't want to fly the airline lest you be bumped from your flight because SW is NOTORIOUS for Overbooking.  My parents were laughing at this, and decided they were going to print off their boarding passes before they got to the airport because if they didn't, who knows when they would have gotten to Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S'anyway.  They house is cleaned, the cats are fed and happy (I am not), it's Saturday night and I'm at home doing nothing (again), and I miss Grov like you wouldn't believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less than a week and I will see him! Yay! Grov and I both re-enact and next weekend there is a tactical event near Pittsburgh, PA.  (Tactical is basically a mock battle with real weapons and blanks...Fun times!!).  Problem is this...Ok, I usually leave for this event by about 8am after picking up a fellow from my unit, and we get there early afternoon (after gas stops, food, bathroom, you get the picture).  Well...I found out the other day that my fellow unit member has to work that day and can't leave that early.  Earliest we would leave would be 10am, and the latest is 2pm! I haven't seen Grov in over a month, so I was actually looking forward to the early morning drive (I'm not normally a morning person).  Now I won't be getting to our destination until probably early evening.  I'm not happy about it, but there isn't anything I can do.  All I want to do is get down there as fast as I can (without getting a speeding ticket!) and see Grov.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the next 'problem'.  The tactical begins around 01:00hrs and goes until 16:00hrs on Saturday...I'm a Belgian resistance fighter...Grov is a German Fallschirmjaeger (paratrooper)...the only time I'm going to see him throughout the event is if I/he kill(s) him/me...or if we capture one another and 'interrogate' each other ;) I'm actually hoping the latter happens hehe.  Then after the event we'll see each other until we have to leave on Sunday.  We've booked a hotel in the local town because sleeping 2 nights outside when it's going to be below freezing is just not my idea of fun.  Plus I have to drive home! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there is my dilemma.  Last night home alone, missing Grov terribly, wondering how I'm going to get to the event next weekend as fast as possible without killing myself or anyone else (kidding!) and about ready to hit the hay :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716572-113185644744671202?l=thiscanuckslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscanuckslife.blogspot.com/feeds/113185644744671202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716572&amp;postID=113185644744671202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716572/posts/default/113185644744671202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716572/posts/default/113185644744671202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscanuckslife.blogspot.com/2005/11/final-night.html' title='Final Night'/><author><name>Krystin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iD6h4HUYyvM/TTyKhcw7wrI/AAAAAAAAABU/TRczsaMfUjk/s220/niagara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18716572.post-113167951922085162</id><published>2005-11-10T22:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T22:25:19.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>So here I am, at home, sitting on the computer with the television on in the background for a little noise distraction as I try to entertain myself and the three cats.&lt;br /&gt;As you can probably tell from that last sentence, I don't want to be here right now.  It's cold, it was snowing today (nothing significant, but still) and the one I want to be with is about 500 miles south of here, at work and feeling 'like death' as he says. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do I want to be here taking care of three cats who have me whipped??? Or taking care of the one I love knowing very well that all they really want to do is sleep, sleep and sleep some more because that is what you do when you work a lot and feel like crap.  Really...not a hard choice here folks.  I'd rather be close to Grov right now, doing whatever I could for him.  Helping him out around his place so he could get the rest he needs.  Giving him all of my love to show him that he is loved and wanted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that I would be near him?  That's the part that is killing me the most.  Sure, I see him in the flesh now and again (next Friday will be the next time! Yay!) and I cherish every moment that I have with him on the phone, but that lack of physical contact is very hard emotionally.  I'm sure he feels the same way...and I would do anything I could to be near him...and that's the problem...there is always something in the way whenever I &lt;strong&gt;do&lt;/strong&gt; figure out a way to see him.  Lack of money is the number 1 thing.  Doesn't help that I was recently laid off...and in order to see him more, I cannot go looking for a job at the moment or I won't be able to see him as much as I want to.  It's a nice double edge sword right there...and I'm willing to cut myself in the money department, just so I can be with him.  He's all that matters to me and if I have to beg, borrow or steal (ok, so I won't steal, but I may just have to beg and borrow from family!) I will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716572-113167951922085162?l=thiscanuckslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscanuckslife.blogspot.com/feeds/113167951922085162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716572&amp;postID=113167951922085162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716572/posts/default/113167951922085162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716572/posts/default/113167951922085162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscanuckslife.blogspot.com/2005/11/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Krystin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iD6h4HUYyvM/TTyKhcw7wrI/AAAAAAAAABU/TRczsaMfUjk/s220/niagara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18716572.post-113156700635004109</id><published>2005-11-09T15:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T15:11:39.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>UGH!</title><content type='html'>I hate being sick. Actually...there are differences in the way I feel when I'm sick. Besides the obvious 'I feel like crap' feeling, there is the 'ok, I ache and generally feel icky' feeling and then there is the 'why is the room spinning and why do I see pretty lights and why is the floor coming extremely fast towards my face?' feeling. I, do not mind the first feeling when I am sick. I deal with it. On the other hand, I HATE the latter feeling, and guess which feeling I am experiencing today...yes, you guessed it, the 'quick pass me the bucket I'm gunna hurl before I pass out' feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today really sucks. Besides not feeling so good, it is raining cats and dogs, and I had to come home early from a Remembrance Ceremony (because of me not feeling well). I really appreciate our veterans, and I didn't want to come home, but I was 1hr30 from home, and I really just wanted to get home. So I left. I did get some really nice comments from some women who were in the RCAF Women's Division (the impression I was doing). Made me feel really good. I'm glad I'm able to portray a part of Canada's women during WWII.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, there really isn't much going on around here. Oh except, my parents are in Las Vegas hopefully winning, and I get to take care of the three cats...who basically have me whipped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, fun times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716572-113156700635004109?l=thiscanuckslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscanuckslife.blogspot.com/feeds/113156700635004109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716572&amp;postID=113156700635004109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716572/posts/default/113156700635004109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716572/posts/default/113156700635004109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscanuckslife.blogspot.com/2005/11/ugh.html' title='UGH!'/><author><name>Krystin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iD6h4HUYyvM/TTyKhcw7wrI/AAAAAAAAABU/TRczsaMfUjk/s220/niagara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18716572.post-113133970668655747</id><published>2005-11-07T03:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T00:01:46.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Blogging World</title><content type='html'>Why hello there.  I'm not new to this whole blogging thing.  In fact this is the *counts on fingers* fourth blog I have started.  Why do I start a new one you ask? Well that's simple really...I felt like it, so there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No seriously, this blog was started mainly because this past summer my life really began.  I know, I know, you're thinking "uh, hello? You're life started when you were born" (or if you're pro life, when you were conceived.  OR if you're Leviticus, 18-21 days after conception when blood appears &lt;em&gt;"The life of the flesh is in the blood"&lt;/em&gt;). Alright enough with the hard questions in life that no one will ever agree on and back to ME dammit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem, what was I saying? Oh yes, my life beginning... It all began when I met someone.  I wasn't necessarily looking for anyone, but hey, when life gives you an opportunity you must make the most of it.  And frankly, I was a little tired of ignoring these opportunities and thought, "what the hell...it can't hurt." The date was June 4, 2005 and we were introduced.  The first time I saw him, I thought "wow...." but! my experiences in life so far had been pretty dismal whenever I got that feeling, so I tried not to get any hopes up.  I've had too many let downs to let that happen again.  But, this time it actually paid off.  For once, someone was actually interested in me.  Yes...you can take your chin off the floor now, I was just as amazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo...June 5 we had our first 'date' and it was the most perfect date I had ever experienced (and that's not many folks...but even if it were, it would still beat them all).  Since that day we have been officially dating, and yesterday I am happy to say that we reached 5 months.  5 months of pure happiness.  Grov (not his real name obviously!) is the best thing that has ever, or ever will happened to me.  He is my reason for living, and I am so glad that we met, because I don't know where I would be right now if it weren't for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...so now you know why my life began this summer, and not 23 years ago.  So, here's a bit more about me.  I'm Canadian (obviously).  I have a BA in history with a minor in English Literature from Trent University.  Basically, I have a piece of paper that cost $25,000 until I can find a job that will justify it and I can actually call it a degree.  I used to play pretty hardcore women's hockey that included playing with and against women who play on the Canadian and US National Teams.  (Pretty fucking awesome). Unfortunately, due to school and a lack of a team to play on, I no longer play.  Getting that itch again though, so who knows what the future holds for this goalie.  I still live with my parents...it sucks, but hey I don't pay rent and I get yelled at a lot, but it's a roof over my head and that's the most important thing.  I just got laid off on Friday from the museum where I work...oh excuse me, USED to work.  That blows monkeys (as Grov would say). So if anyone knows where the is a museum with lots of money in the VA, MD, DC area who wants to hire a girl with almost 3yrs of experience working at a museum/archives...lemme know. Thanks ;) Oh, and one more thing about me.  I re-enact.  Yes folks, that's right.  I like to dress up in WWII clothes, and educate the public/shoot blanks at Germans (hehe like Grov), and freeze my ass off in the process, and I wouldn't change one bit of it! Well...except maybe the cold part.  Hey! I may be Canadian, but that doesn't mean I live in a freezer 365 days a year...I live in Southern Ontario...SOUTHERN Ontario.  Heck! It's lower on the map than some US states!!! Oh rant over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that's me, and my little (long) introduction.  Read my blog if you wish, and if you don't how the hell would I know anyway! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G'night folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18716572-113133970668655747?l=thiscanuckslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiscanuckslife.blogspot.com/feeds/113133970668655747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18716572&amp;postID=113133970668655747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716572/posts/default/113133970668655747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18716572/posts/default/113133970668655747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiscanuckslife.blogspot.com/2005/11/hello-blogging-world.html' title='Hello Blogging World'/><author><name>Krystin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iD6h4HUYyvM/TTyKhcw7wrI/AAAAAAAAABU/TRczsaMfUjk/s220/niagara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
