A few pics of the weekend. See that Hydro thing. . .I am terrified of those, they traumatized me as a child. They remind me of Ents. I have a few more to post but I am getting frustrated with being interupted. Here's my rant anyhow: I admit, I am a bit of a drama queen at times. BUT, when I got home from Sauble Beach, I was booted off the Internet quicker than one could say "onomatopoeia" . I thought, my computer had kicked the bucket, tried to fudder around with the new Window's Vista GUI, which, in my opinion, seems to be a tad difficult (or too easy, and I am making it difficult, since I had been working previously with Windows 98). I had visions of being NARU'd because I wouldn't be able to get in touch with the person who is bidding on my "poodle on a three footed chair". Yes, the sky was falling Chicken Little. I tried doing system restores, pretending that I might know what I was doing, of course the last thing that I thought of doing was phoning my cable company to ask what was going on. When I did phone, the Internet was down. Lesson learned, phone first, fudder later. (What's really funny about this whole technophobic drama (as opposed to a teleocosmic drama), is that in high school, I was really good with computers, did great in programming, then, when I went to Fanshawe, and had to take the test to get in to the Computer Programming course, I missed out by one mark. . .yes, one bloody mark). That's how I ended up taking all those blasted Philosophy courses, blasted, because, I loved them too much, and anything I ever did after that, seemed futile. It was great to get up to Sauble, although, the weather was a bit disappointing. Snow. Not a copious amount, but there was snow, and it was a damp cold. It was great to see Bum and Clad and the rest of the regulars. Gibbles had her 13 th birthday! She didn't want a party this year, she just wanted to go to Sauble. Which is very cute. I never thought, while she was plummeting down the birth canal that she would be a teen bean. Not that I am insinuating she wouldn't make it to her 13th birthday, only that one doesn't really think about teenagers when you are in the midst of active labour. (Actually, that may be a great form of birth control). You are fixated on baby life. The teen bean syndrome is a completely different basket of morels. She had a great birthday though. Adam and I had a few late nights, and good conversation. I was told by a certain person that I should drink more, because I am more talkative. (I am a very occassional drinker). My father, who, has, as my Nana puts it, "has a tongue that wags at both ends and is tied in the middle), even remarked that I talked his ear off. (I don't remember any of this, and I think he is exaggerating) ;) My husband concurred though and said that my conversation it is not limited to alcohol consumption because, as soon as the truck door closes, my mouth opens.