China blue.

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh. Today was really random. I'm in a very hyper mood. Like BAM.

Today we got a bag of "ethnic" clothing it was AMAZING. I was crying at the beauty of these garments. There was some from China and others from either Pakistan or India.

I bought a blue Chinese dress, it's beautiful. I'll never be able to fit into it, but I couldn't not buy it. Pictures will come later.

So terrorist attacks, YAY. Twenty-four people were arrested in London after a major terrorist attack was busted. They were planning on simultaneously blow-up ten aircrafts using nitroglycerin.

I wish there was some way to just hand over Bush on a platter and say "Here! You take him! Let's just end this."

Scrap"book"ing.

For Leah, who supplied me with oh-so many Buy the Pound packing stickers. I hope you like it.

Biggest issue ever.

I'm gonna get my fash' on.

Sooo. Today was a Tuesday but it totally felt like a Monday. 7th Heaven owns me, I totally want the seasons, I believe only two of them are out though. I'd also like Arthur on season but they only produce it so there's two episodes a DVD, which sucks.

So obsessed with Arthur. Did you know all the actors live in Montreal? Almost all of them are Canadian. I thought that was pretty cool, if I ever make my way to Montreal, I will definitely be stopping in for a tour of the Arthur-making studios.

Seeing all of our stuff being packed into brown cardboard boxes and taped up with red duct tape really sadens me. Christine phoned me to see if I would be here to play in the band on a Saturday night, which happens to be my very last night in S'ville and also the night of the Relay for Life. I told her I was involved with the Relay which is partially true, I was planning on going to support Joey, Rob and them. If anyone has any idea if they need volunteers they should totally tell me.

I want to make blogging community, Dave. I know you mentioned it before and I totally shot you down, but I checked it out and I would so be up for it.

Should I dye my hair? If so what colour?

Details, details.

So I was told this evening that my description of the trip to Bonne Bay (or India, as people have been asking) was inadequate. Honestly, I was just going for a play-by-play, but let's see what I can do. . .

I mentioned Grams. Gram, aka Mona, was the most hospitable a person could be after getting an extra two teens for the weekend. She was an absolute Newfoundlander nan, and I could tell we'd get along by-and-by.

Her home was wonderful with a little bity kitchen and beds to sleep eight. The wiring was visible so you could tell it was definitely older than a couple of years, but it made it all the better. She had her own wharf, and her own little row boat. It's the kind of home where you see whales from your window.

Gram's home was at the end of a forty minute long cul-de-sac, she was pretty much the last house on the road. The town itself was absolutely wonderful and continually reminded me of Bay Roberts, and sometimes Grey River. The Ol' Loft was a store which housed the wooded restaurant upstairs. It had -literally- bucket seats and wooden booths, the kitchen was downstairs and the food was brought up by the waitresses.

Meagan and Josh very much wanted to go out in the boat, but I was content to just sit on the wharf and fish. I was constantly trying to absorb the scenery around me. Norris Point to the north of me, the Tablelands to the east, and endless fjords to the west. I was amazed by the almost simple way people existed, something I didn't think happened anymore in our now urbanized Newfoundland.

I met Robodog, owned by two men who were having a hip-poppin' party that Grams was invited to. I saw a beautiful wooden plaque that I really regret not buying. I laughed countless times at the wavers on the Emm-Cat, the putting of fish guts on hooks, the attempt of turning the bay into a fan and even opening a liquor store on a Sunday to buy batteries.

The driving was surprisingly enjoyable through the rain, from Stephenville to Corner Brook I followed just one car. I stayed in its tracks the whole time and felt like it was guiding me. Once I got on the road with another person, I stopped noticing the weather and started defending my rights to the CD player. Driving home in the bright sun was surprisingly annoying. It was bright, but I was going too fast to open my window. My sunglasses were bothering me too, the more attention I gave them, the tighter they got against my head.

It was weird, although it was nice the whole time we were there, I was constantly freezing. It made for a confusing mind time, but I haven't been feeling well the last few days so maybe there's something there.

And now I leave you with this tidbit, showing you the true colours of my dear Meagan:

Sarah says: "I can't believe you smelled my clothes!"
Meagan says: "Is that weird?"

Cod jigging grounds.

So Saturday morning I woke up bright (well, not so bright) and early to venture to the great green north.

It poured and poured the whole way there, but I got to see all the antique cars making their way out for the show that was supposed to take place Sarturday.

My first stop was Tim’s for a nice chocolate-milk ice-cap. I had to wait 16 minutes in line for it. I was not impressed, but whatever.

Second stop was in Corner Brook to pick up Josh, who I might add, did not pump my gas for me.

Third stop, Wiltondale, where we were supposed to meet Meagan. She was late. Really late. So I asked the woman at the store for directions and took off on my own. It was semi-amusing.

We met up with Meagan and made our way out to Gram’s home. She had pizza waiting for us in her really cool, 120 year old home.

We went “in to town” after that, where we promptly purchased ponchos to protect us from the rain. Oh, and a toothbrush for me because - of course! - I forgot mine. We walked along the beach and I collected a ton of sea glass, while Meagan and Josh threw seaweed at each other.

We came home and played some 120’s with Grams. Gram and I were partners, and even though Josh and Meagan won the first round, we obviously had the superior method to playing cards.

Later we went out to supper at the Ol’ Loft. Fancy and nice. I had a grilled chicken burger and for dessert I had this massive brownie of yum. Afterwards we picked up wieners and marshmallows for a campfire.

While we were brushing our teeth when we got home, Grams totally snuck out in a good ol’ fashioned I’m-fifteen-and-I-want-to-see-my-boyfriend-so-I’ll-climb-out-this-window kind of way. By the time we caught her she was out in the middle of the bay. But it was worth it! She came back with three nice sized cod.

We went fishing off of the wharf, and Sarah Smith caught her first newfie fish. It was the biggest one caught too! I was severely impressed with myself. Meagan then promptly lost the conner trap in the water. Nice one. :)

That night we saw a pretty nice fireworks display. Afterwards we had a campfire on the meter of beach that was left, it was literally a half of a foot away from the water.

Meagan and I had a cool slumber party because we shared a room. She heard me giggling in the early morning and probably thought I was crazy, but secretly I was just listening to my Dawn and Drew podcast.

Gram had eggs, bacon and waffles waiting for us for breakfast. It was awesome. We sort of just hung out all morning and Josh and I left after lunch.

And that was my uber cool weekend! I’d like to thank Gram’s sooo much for being a wicked hostess and even better card player. Good times had all around.

The view from my window.


The scenery from the car on the drive there.


Landscape view from outside the store.


The Tablelands!


A waterfall that was accross the street from Grams'.


The trusting wood seller, who leaves both his wood and the money collected from it on the side of the road.

A boat that I was severely impressed with.

Store bought ponchos! WOOOOT.

This is me. In a poncho. How exciting.

I bet the locals thought we were mad.

Meagan got stuck carrying the ponchos. Burn.

The end.