Home again.

Dearest My Peeps,
So this is me, being home again. It's always nice to come back after having been away. At least, that's what I remind myself when I have to come home but don't really want to.

I had an excellant weekend. I went to one of my brother's friend's going away parties with him at Boston Pizza. It was pretty nice. Then I went home and read for a while before bed. Sunday morning I went to church at the Fredricton PAOC (Pentcostal Assemblies of Canada) with Douglas. It's where he attends, not to mention that when I manage to not have to work Sundays, it's what I attend, only here instead of there, since I don't live there. Go figure, eh? I doubt many people would want to drive two hours each way just to go to church on Sunday. Especially not when there's one not even five minutes down the street from them.

Anyway, then we went out to Burger King for lunch with Doug's roommate Shane and two girls from the church. After that, we went back to the apartment, I went on MSN to see if Pat was there & they watched the World Cup. After I talked to Pat for a while & we settled on a time, place and all that stuff for getting together, I had an hour nap. Then I freshened up and met Pat at five.

We went back to his place and I got to meet his folks. They're very nice, and he tells me that they liked me well enough too, so I'm pleased. They remind me alot of my folks actually. That is quite a compliment too, considering that I have a great deal of respect for my parents, not to mention affection. Then we went to the movie. Pirates of the Caribbean, Dead Man's Chest. Wow it was an awesome movie! WOW! It's probably a good thing I have somebody braver than myself with me, it was throughly action packed, but that's fine. It doesn't take much to be braver than me really.

(Short aside: If you watch the movie, make certain to tough it out & sit through the credits. There's this incredibly awesome scene at the end!)

But man, if I can ever get my hands around the necks of the powers that be, there are going to be some seriously hurting people! WHY DO THEY HAVE TO MAKE SUCH GOOD MOVIES HAVE SUCH CLIFFHANGER ENDINGS!? And the last one doesn't come out till NEXT YEAR! THE CRAZINESS! CRAZINESS I Say, CRAZINESS!!!! SAVE US ALL!

Sorry. I'll stop screaming now. (Stupid gits! <-In reference to the powers that be) Anyway, when the movie was over, we went to Mexicali Rosa's (I'm not sure if that's spelt right) for supper & then back to his place to watch "MirrorMask". The remote was in his sister's room & I think she was sleeping, so we didnt' get to watch the special features, but that's alright. I was concerned with the company than the movie. And it was most excellant company I must say. Most excellant indeed.

Anyhow, I'm heading out for now. I'm talking to Pat and Douglas and Tania on MSN, so I'm going to go and give them my full attention, like I should have been all along. Have a super day!

Cheers!
Vicky Ellen
"Men must think, for when a man thinks, hell trembles." -Albert Schweitzer

Fredricton at last!

Dearest My Peeps,
Here I am in Fredricton at long last. The last two weeks seemed to just drag on forever, but I'm here now. And all too soon I'll be going home again. That's the one problem with looking forward to good times. The good times get over WAY too fast and leave you with little more than fond memories. Not to knock on fond memories, they are entirely awesome in their own right after all.

Speaking of fond memories, there are several about to be made this evening. Pat and I are going to see Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest and then out for food of some sort after. I'm incredibly excited about the whole thing. I mean, YAY! Movies, food AND incredible personage all in one fell swoop. It just works out so well.

I went to church with my brother this morning. It's the first time I've been in ages, what with almost always working Sunday. It was very nice. I'd forgotten how much I tend to miss it when I don't get out on at least a semi-regular basis. Ah well, life tends to go on in spite of all that. And it's not like going to church is the basis of my salvation either. It's nice, recommended and helpful, but not required by any stretch of the imagination. To be honest, it's quite a good thing going to church isn't what saves a person. I'd be going to hell in a bobsled if that were the case and I'm very NOT keen on the idea of hell. Eternal raging heat, not to mention the separation from God, friends & family. God being the most important of the three, obviously. Friends & family have to tie for 2nd, since I love them all as if they were family. It's just the way I am. Once I am your friend, you're pretty much stuck with me. You'd have to hurt me pretty bad to make me back off & even then I'd still be there if you needed help.

Anyhow, I'm headed out for now. I'm talking to Pat on MSN & considering having a nap before we get together tonight. Have an awesome day out there in the land of make-believe.

Cheers!
Vicky Ellen
"Truth has no special time of it's own. It's hours is now - always." -Albert Schweitzer

Coming back to a certain topic of Import

Dearest My Peeps,
Howdy hey out there in the land of make believe. There isn't really all that much new. I'm talking to Pat on MSN for the first time in a few days and that's super nice. I was playing Roller Coaster Tycoon 2 (and doing pretty aweesome, I might add) for a while, but I stopped when I realized that he had came online. Throughout the whole thing I've had Monster's Inc. playing in the background. It's just getting over, but I still have a couple of the shorts to go through. Mike's New Car and For The Birds. It's been ages since I've watched it after all.

But coming back to a certain topic of Import ;), Daddy is home from the hospital. It was definately a mini-stroke. They ran a few tests, are going to run more & are switching up his medicine some. So hopefully it's all good. He's also getting in to see the specialist at the end of the month. That's really super awesome, it normally takes forever and a day to get into see a specialist. It's partially to do with the fact that he's had to see this specialist before. Hopefully this time the lad can fix him so he doesn't break again. MY DADDY! MINE! NO BREAKY! *jabbing bear in the ribs* Ironically enough, after I typed in "bear" the preview for "Brother Bear" came on the TV. That's really cool.

Anyhow, I'm headed out. Treasure Planet will be starting up soon & I'm still talking to that totally awesome guy on MSN. He's so cool. AND I get to see him on SUNDAY! Only 2 full days away! TWO! *tacky happy dance*

So, this is me, leaving, before I scare you all away with my dancing. HAve a super day out there in the land of make-believe. Cheers!
Vicky Ellen
"What is it with men and asking for directions!?" -Dori, from Finding Nemo

Various Things Of Import

Dearest My Peeps,
It's been a little while since I've been by. Not a whole awful lot has happened since then, but at the same time, it's been craziness.

To start with, I'm working approximately 40 hours a week, give or take a few here and there. That's more than enough to be considered steady. Then the 23rd, 24th and 25th, I went to Grand Manan for my sister's bridal shower. It was very nice & I was definately stoked to get to the ocean, but it was still great to come home again. I think that might be the very best part about travelling. The fact that you get to come home again.

Then yesterday afternoon the most wonderful thing in the whole world happened. My father had another mini-stroke. I mean, YAY! *doing a little dance*

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If you didn't catch the strong sense of sarcasm, well, let's just say I'm not best pleased about that fact. He is not ALLOWED to be sick. NOT ALLOWED! *jabbing that bear with all my might* MY DADDY! NO SICKY! MINE MINE MINE!

He is mostly alright though. He's in the hospital for a few days. They want to run some tests to see if there're blood clots or anything. I sure hope they can figure out what's wrong at last. It has been awhile though, so that's saying something. They are going to change up his medications some. Maybe that'll help too?

On a much more positive note (no sarcasm at all this time) I'm going to Fredricton to spend time with my Douglas this weekend. I'm off Saturday, Sunday and Monday. Sunday evening I get to spend time with Pat, watching Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest. I'm incredibly excited I might add. I mean, yeah, I've been looking forward to the movie ever since I saw the first one, but that's entirely beside the point. I could see that here, or even wait till the DVD if I had to. The movie is just a little extra gravy is all. Or maybe it means that I have my cake, and get to eat it too, icening and all? Anyhow, I'm super stoked about hanging out with Pat. It's going to be a splendiferious evening, I quite assure you all.

Anyhow, that's just about it. Daddy's out a lisence for the time being because of the mini-stroke and I'm going to Fredricton to hang out with my brother and totally awesome friend. I think it just about balances out in the end. I mean I know Daddy should be fine & I know that I'm going to have a super weekend, so yeah. Life goes on, much as it has this past age. (I dunno if that's from Frodo, Bilbo or Gandalf. It's a Lord of the Rings movie quote anyway.)

Have an awesome night/day/time till I type to the world of make-believe again. Cheers!
Vicky Ellen
"Life is a tragedy for those who feel & a comedy for those who think." -Jean de la Bruyere

Bye bye Pat! YAY for kitties!

Dearest My Peeps,
Howdy hey. How's everything out there in the land of make believe? I hope all goes well for you this day of June 23rd.
So yeah, Pat's headed home for the summer. He leaves tomorrow after his grad. I sure am going to miss him. However, it is only two months. Not to mention that I will see him at least once over the summer. I'm going to spend a weekend with Douglas (my brother)(I need permission before giving out Douglas's link. Sorry My Peeps) who lives in Fredricton (unless his roommate objects & I can't really foresee that being a problem). Whilst there, Pat and I are going to see Pirates of the Caribean (spelling!): Dead Man's Chest. I am incredibly looking forward to it too, let me tell you.
On a different note entirely, My Jacqui got two kittens today! *GLEE* Brother and sister. She named the boy Yale and the girl Ivy League, Ivy for short. *GLEE* She'd better blog about them too! *pointed glare in M.J's direction* Someday I will have my own precious again. Someday!
Anyhow, I'm headed out for the time being. I'm going to have a game of chess with Pat in Yahoo Games, then I should get to bed since I'm headed out in the morning for Grand Manan. Just till Sunday or so. I work Monday at 4, so I can't stay longer even if I wanted to. It's all good. I'll be back again in August for Valerie's (my sister)(I don't think she has a link at all, sorry My Peeps) wedding, so it's all good. This is just the wedding shower. I'm still looking forward to it though. Yup yup yup. I just love the ocean so. It's just so incredible.
Happy day! Vicky Ellen
"Love takes up where knowledge leaves off." Saint Thomas Aquinas

Evil scary monsters

Dearest My Peeps,
Honestly, I really wonder what God was thinking when He made spiders to look so blasted scary! I got home from work, finished my book, went to go to my room and there was this huge evil spider sitting on the second last step going downstairs. It was at least as big as a twoonie. I mean, I want to say it's as big as my hand, but that'd definately be crazy exageration.
Since the folks were in bed and it was nearing 2 am, I was left to fend for my poor terrified self. I fetched the can of Spider Blaster Raid and started back down the stairs. I stepped on the squeaky stair and suddenly the stupid thing was gone! Well, obviously not stupid, it knew some predator was out to get it, but still! So I ventured down the stairs, quickly, hardly able to make myself keep going. I looked all around (from a suitable, SAFE distance) but couldn't see him. So I went back up the stairs, quickly, still frightened, and from above, gave the bottom four stairs a throughal spraying. I went back upstairs, got my juice & book and started back down.
The poor guy was feebly crawling back out (the stairs were damp with spray & it's really strong stuff, supposed to keep working for up to two weeks), so of course I felt horribly guilty. I went back up, put my juice down, got the spray again and ventured back to see. I couldn't quite brave walking by him when he was still up to scuttling, so I jumped off the steps and ran a few feet away.
Then I watched him for a minute, trying to decide if he was dead. I went closer and gave him a real good spray, because he was still trying to move. Then I gave him a nother just to be on the safe side. I mean, I'm terrified of the beasts, but I don't want to make them suffer. That's just mean and I don't hate them after all. They provide a very valid and necessary service. I just don't want to see them, or know of their location or existance. In this instance, ignorance IS bliss. Bliss I tell you, BLISS!
Never should have watched Lord of the Rings. Honestly. I don't remember being so throughly terrified of them when I was little. I didn't like them, made somebody else dispose of them, but they didn't leave me feeling so shaky after an encounter with them. Ah well, it's all good. He's definately dead now, I left a message for my father to give him a proper burial at sea, and it's all done.
Besides, I'm talking to Pat on MSN and he makes everything okay. I find it very hard to be upset when I'm with him. I mean, I know I'm not with him in the true sense of the term, but it's still Pat and we're still talking to each other, so it'll do.
Now my left upper chest, nearing my shoulder is all sore. Probably that jump from the 5th or 6th stair up. I'm pretty sure it can't be the spray, since it's at the other side of the basement AND my window is wide open. Besides, it's not that it hurts to breathe or anything, it's jsut a dull ache, sorta in the muscles. I'm just not used to the physical exertion I suppose. Go figure, I'm such a couch potato. A regular spud I be. Regular indeed.
Anyhow, I'm headed out. It's almost 2:30 and since I work at 2 tomorrow I should get to bed. Sleep off the fright, mostly likely with a light on, just in case I have a scaredy attack because of some little noise or something. The dark is nearly as bad as spiders. At least when it's light you can see what moves and where it is and all that. When it's dark, you can't see anything. You have no warning if something is creeping up behind you, ready to grab/bite/be mean to you. So I suppose, in theory, it's not the dark that I'm afraid of, it's the scary beastly monsters that hide in it.
However, bedtime is a bad time to think about all that, so I'm stopping now. Thanks to Pat for helping smooth out my rumpled spirit. I'll talk to you all again later.
Cheers! Vicky Ellen
Imagination has brought mankind through the dark ages to its present state of civilization. Imagination led Columbus to discover America. Imagination led Franklin to discover electricity. L. Frank Baum
(PS: Sitting quietly has resulted in a complete calming down, so I'm no longer sore. Just thought I'd let you all know, in case you happened to want to worry. Not that I can quite think anybody would worry about me, but I never can tell after all. It's better to cover my bases and make sure that I don't cause anybody undue stress. Cheers again! VE)

Howdy Hey

Dearest My Peeps,
Hello again out there! I hope the land of make believe is treating you all as well as you deserve to be treated.
Not all that much is new. I work lots, sleep lots, try to be online lots. I've been trying to read more again too. I was hardly ever reading at all for a long time. The BLASPHEMY! Honestly. Me not reading! ME! Who would have believed it!? I'm working my way through the Tillerman Cycle again, by Cynthia Voigt. Some of them I've only read once, some too many times to count and one I still haven't read at all. I just keep not getting around to it. I own them all now though, so that'll help matters I'm sure. If I don't have to borrow them from the library, it's not nearly so hard to read them all. I rarely ever to get my library books read, though I always make a brave attempt.
I started a new series the other day. The Seventh Tower, by Garth Nix. It's incredibly awesome. But the books all just stop. It's crazy! I'm going to lose my mind before I get the copies that I ordered from the bookstore. I'm trying to keep my mind off the pain though. That's partly why I'm rereading the Tillerman Cycle. After all, it's incredibly awesome too, just in an entirely different way.
However, I am talking to Pat & My Jacqui on MSN and I'm not paying hardly any attention to my blogging, so I'll stop for now. But hey, that's fine. At least I took the time to update. That's better than nothing. Besides, they are definately way more fun and important. So yeah, have fun out there in the land of make believe. Be safe.
Cheers! Vicky Ellen
"A library implies an act of faith." Victor Hugo

Welcome

This is just a brief welcome note. I have a blog at www.xanga.com/vicky_ellen, but decided to switch over to here, owing to an incredibly smart friend who knows who he is. *Applauding Pat* He's so awesome!
So yeah, if you want more background on my secret self, check out that other one. If not, well here I am. Take me or leave me. It's no difference to me. I am who I am and that's not likely to be changing any time soon. Sorry mates. But that's the way the cookie crumbles.
Have a super day! Cheers!
"I can fly!.. No I can't. .... It's okay! I broke the fall with my face!" -Doogal