Yesterday I copied at my Moms the recipe that I had first made Bread from when I was 5. I've been meaning to make bread for years, but it just seems to be too much work, too much mess for something I can buy down at the corner store for $1.

It's a fond memory of sitting on the front porch of my house in Vancouver, ripping chunks out of this fresh out of the oven bread and sharing with my friends. And for the cost of a yeast packet, I can give a similar memory to my daughter. (I have everything else we need)

So we're making bread this afternoon. We're waiting for the bread to do first rise right now, and I'm going to maybe do some more template work on here. Not sure tho, I'm tired and I get easily distracted by other people around. We'll see.

I have 40 minutes until I should leave to pick up Miss. Sara from her camp, so I'll just sit here, type and hit save at the end.

I realized (again) yesterday morning that the human body is an amazing creation. I took a multi-vitamin with my breakfast, and about 3 minutes later started to get the "you're going to throw up, move your ass!" feeling. Since my body is vastly smarter than I am, I jumped up from the table with a muttered "excuse me" and went to sit on the tub edge. Of course, my wise body emptied my stomach completely.

Very gross, and I hate it with a passion, but I couldn't stop from thinking about how cool it was as well. I had taken something that my body didn't think was good for it so it was rejected completely and automatically. I think it's fantastic how much our bodies know even when our brains and arrogance says otherwise. Ok, enough about the vomit.

I visited my mom yesterday with Miss. Sara for part of the afternoon. We had lunch and then Sara and I borrowed the car and went to Wal-Mart and GT French. I got a pair of jeans at Wal-Mart and a new watch. I managed to wash my old, cheap $10 watch and I hate not having a watch on me. This one will do until I can get to the security area at Pearson again.

The jeans are kind of neat, sailor cut. WIDE bottoms with thick hems. Not as neutral as I prefer my jeans to be, but they fit and are comfortable. This brings my pants count up to 3 pairs. One more pair of jeans and I should be ok for the fall. The weight hasn't come off at all, so I've been buying new clothes here and there. *shrugs*

To continue with my tradition of despising my landlady, I currently have to deal with them. I try to live my life with as little contact with this woman and her son as I possibly can. Unfortunately I managed to snap my key off in the exterior lock on Saturday. In the security door lock... the key that is labelled "DO NOT DUPLICATE". See where I'm going?

If I could go out and get another set of keys cut, I would have immediately. But the only way to get a replacement key is through them. I left my fourth message on their machine (they never answer their phone. NEVER.) this morning saying "I need that key immediately, like, um, now, you know?" dripping with bitchiness. Which is really immature of me, but my frustration with this farce of management is immeasurable.

They left a message on our machine yesterday afternoon saying that the new key would be in our mailbox after 7pm. Uh huh. *sighs* Until they get a new key to us, we're sharing one exterior key between three people. This kind of restriction on my mobility is really limiting and frustrating.

In better news, my morning glories have bloomed! Yay! Yay! Yay!

I train climbing plants up my porch railings, to give some privacy, the illusion of sound reduction and a touch of beauty. This year my garden has Morning Glories (Mixed, Crimson & Blue), Moonflowers, Sweet Peas and Nasturtiums. The Nasturtiums have been blooming for months, but I've been waiting anxiously for the morning glories. I'm really anticipating the crimson glories.

One of the difficulties in having a porch garden has been the watering. I've been using my indoor watering can, a 6L can and a juice jug to water the garden every 2-3 days. It takes 15 minutes to do and about 6 trips back and forth from the kitchen. I started muttering about a month ago that I needed a hose.

Yesterday, I finally bought one and the adapter for the kitchen tap. I watered for the first time this morning with the new hose, and it was a dream. A bit sloppy, but I'll buy a nozzle to fix that. Took me all of 5 minutes, I managed to do it while my coffee was brewing. Turns a tedious chore into a "first thing in the morning" quickie.

Ok, that's 30 minutes, but I do want to do a quick spell-check in Word before I post this and have to leave.

Done. So that's 30 minutes of my life. Whatcha think?

I got up fairly early today. I was in the middle of one of my technicolour, full on blockbuster feature film dreams and dream me kept having to go to the bathroom. Since my dream self only needs to do that if my sleeping self does, I informed my body to wake me up. I love my dreamworlds, so I hate having to wake up for something as boring as going pee.

Ahhh, too much information to start a morning off right. Anyway, this week has been ok. I didn't get as much as I wanted to get done, done, but I can live with that. I'm really discovering just how deep the depression has stuck its claws into me. I started to consider going back into therapy on Friday. We'll see. I take my time deciding things. I like to mull it over, toss it and shine it up in my head before I make a decision. (Or rather, come to terms with the decision that was made in the instant the question was raised and then move forward on it. But that's a whole different entry right there.)

I've been working on my 26 Things. I'm down to the last few and I'm finding them difficult and frustrating. I got Light, Money and Monument yesterday. What remains are Authority, Sound and Construction. You would think with the construction everywhere I'd get a good shot, but it's been difficult. Doesn't help that I finally got some workable shots and then a salesman at Henry's formatted my card. It was an accident, but does two things. One it reminds me that I don't let other people touch my tools because it almost always leads to grief. (Ask me sometime what I'm like with people using my PC) Second, that shit happens and deal.

Mom and I went to the market yesterday, and on the way out I asked her to stop in at Henry's so I could pick up a bigger Smart Media Card. They had a great sale listed on the website, 32 MB for $14.99. So I get in there and I'm chatting it up with the sales guy, Nick. I debate getting 2 of the 32MB cards, but decide to look at the larger MB cards as well. He offers me $20 off the sticker price on a 128 MB card and I just jumped at it. I now have the ability to shoot and shoot and shoot and leave the keep or trash debate for home. Heaven, I tell you.

I decided to take a peek at some of the mid-range Digital Cameras since I was there anyways. Mike and I had discussed on Friday the possibility of me getting my own digital camera. The Olympus is his, a gift from his parents, and I hate the worry that I may ruin a gift, you know? So I had done some preliminary research, reading reviews and such. I'm discovering I really prefer macro photography, so I want something with a higher optical zoom feature, but still affordable. I found a fairly highly recommended camera with 6x optical zoom... the Fuji FinePix 2800.

So I take the chance to hold one, try it out get a feel. As I'm fondling the merchandise (hee.) Nick points out that it's on sale, on "oh my god are you kidding me? that's AWESOME!" sale. The camera was on for $389.99 down from about $600.

*about 12 hours later* (I have a bad habit of leaving an entry sit as I wander off for hours at a time... but I'm back! And I'm going to post this tonight!)

Anyway, that $200 difference was enough to make it a feasible purchase right now. I don't have that in my allowance account, but Mike does in his, so I phoned to ask as soon as I got to my Mom's place. I figured Mike would talk me out of it. I figured he'd say that we could wait. He doesn't say any of that. He says, "that's a good price. Call them back and go get it. You'll pay me back later." Damn.

So I wait a bit and discuss it with my Mom, do a bit more reading of the various reviews online and mainly tumble the cost vs. my want in my head. I called back and got another sales guy and asked him to put the camera (the last one they had and it was a walk-in sale, no rainchecks) on hold for me. Mike called back maybe 20 minutes later. Henry's had called... the camera was gone. It had been purchased right after I left.

I'm very much one of those people that believe that if something is meant to happen, the opportunity will present itself to be tripped over. That the 2800 was gone just means that it's not time for me to be buying a digital camera of my own. It still sucks. Ahh well. Something else will come along.

Well, I should post this and get moving towards bed. Tomorrow morning will come soon enough, no need to face it more tired than I already am.

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Theme Thursday
This-or-That Tuesday

Ugh, I have gut rot. Actually, I'm just hungry and my tummy is trying to eat my spine. So I have some food cooking and while that simmers I figured I'd do a quick entry about what's been keeping me busy this week.

I've been slugging away at the site redesign in Moveable type. Lots of template and stylesheet editing. I've done (links lead to examples):

Individual Entry Pages/Archives
Category Archives (Galleries in this section)
Comment Pop-Up Window

I still have to do the main index page for the photography section and then once that's done start translating it over to the other sections of the site. But with the category template done, and very close to how I want my index pages to look, it's going to be a lot easier to finish up now.

Instead of spending another day staring at code, I decided to put some content there to look at. The end of July, and thus the end of 26 Things is coming fast. I had several of my pictures done, so I decided to make the page.

Here it is: My 26 Things Gallery. And now, I am going to have some lunch and watch a movie.

I finally got some in-roads on tw4eaking the MT templates to reflect my ideas of how PtF should look. I took someone's advice (I'd link but I don't remember who) and started working on individual entry pages instead of the main index. In my new photography section. I'm going to run that using MT. I like having an interface to do my entries in, with all the usability it offers.

So if anyone wants to watch my tweaking come together, it's all happening live and here.

So my friend Meg came over to visit yesterday. We did our usual of going for Bubble Tea at Sweet Dreams, filling our tummies with the goodness that is Asian dumplings, and chatting. I think the best part of the day tho was coming back here and teaching her about FTP. We also ended up working on making a gallery page for her entries into 26 Things. It's so much fun to watch someone make their first webpage.

I wish I could find mine still. But I think it's finally been deleted from Geocities. Oh wow. The page is gone, but I found the geocities site of an old chat friend with my picture on it. From when I used to chat on Quest and at The Gathering. From when I was Blush.

Oh, I'm tickled. :) And on that note, I have some laundry to do and a webpage redesign to keep working on, baby.

You know, one thing that really really pisses me off is invasion of my privacy. Which is ironic if you look at how open I am with my personal details online. But there's a world of difference between me putting my real information in my domain whois and some pimply faced kid taking my name off my debit card and putting it into a computer without asking me.

I caught this once before by the Radio Shack down in the Plaza. I wouldn't have noticed if I didn't have to handle my receipts several times in the process of doing my accounting for SkyWorks. It annoyed me then, because I knew I hadn't been asked, but it had been a month or so since I made the purchase and not worth going in and causing a fuss over. So I let it slide.

As I posted earlier I was going to get a new printer cartridge today to enable me to fill my pending order. That Radio Shack is the easiest place to get it. I amble my way over to the plaza, with the usual assortment of idiot drivers trying to kill off the stupid pedestrian. heh. I walk into the Radio Shack first since it's the first stop on the U loop of the Plaza.

Young Guy: Hi! How can I help you?

Me: Hey, I just need a printer cartridge...

YG: *talking over me* Do you know what kind of printer you have...

Me: *talking over him* It's a Lexmark *checks paper I wrote it down on* 12A1970.

YG: Oh the 70, just a black? ok... *grabs it* Is that everything?

Me: Yep, thanks.

All in all a normal, quick exchange. The way I like my shopping to be. I hand him my debit card and do the punch pad thing.

Me: *noticing that he's holding my card and typing* Oh fuck me, he's not typing in my name? Is he? Shit. Do I say something? What do I say? Right now? gah! Ok, I'll wait and see if my name is on the receipt and go from there.

Of course my name is on the receipt. I'm livid.

Me: *holding receipt with L Gallaher on it* Um. My name is on here. You took my name off my Debit Card and put it in. I essentially paid with cash and you took my name off my card. That's my name. You didn't ask me. This is the second time this has happened here and I really don't appreciate seeing my name on a receipt that doesn't need my personal information on it. I'm not coming back here again. *walks out*

YG: *looking like a truck hit him* I'm sorry, sorry.. sorry. Sorry.

I spent the rest of the Plaza trip just shaking with anger. I only started calming down when I got home and threw myself, er, danced around to a nice loud song for 10 minutes. I hate this attitude that seems to exist that companies have some kind of right to my information because I shop there. Radio Shack is the only one that has taken my information without my consent, but there have been several places that ask for my postal code, or name, or address or phone number and it's a fight when I say no.

I always end up having some stranger demanding a reason why not, or they inform me "it's just a postal code." dripping with distain. It's my life, my information, it's who I am. It's my decision on who gets to know that. I give you $60 for a printer cartridge? Be bloody thrilled that I gave you my business, don't demand or steal information from me. And yes, taking my name off my debit card without asking for my consent means that you have stolen from me.

I've been thinking a bit about writing a letter of complaint and sending it to their head office, and handing a copy to the manager of that store. I have the sneaking suspicion that the only thing that would do is give them more than L Gallaher for their files. heh.

Ahh well. Mom just called me back and wants some help refilling her ink cartridges. It's an ink frenzy, people! So, I'm off.

So it's Friday already. Friday is Bank & Mail run day. It's the day I make up the various orders that payment has come in on, package them, and ship them. I used to ship orders as soon as they came in for a while. I learned to wait on payment after getting stuck with no payment and no product for weeks. Never got completely screwed with no payment. I was lucky. So, over time I realized that packaging, and going out to the Post Office and Bank 3-4 times a week was a waste of my time. So I developed a Ship Day. That's today.

I have an order that needs to go out today. Problem is my printers black cartridge died completely this week. I kept meaning to go for a walk and buy a new one but I never did. Now I'm looking at walking to the plaza to get a print cartridge, coming home, printing out the various labels and invoices then going back to the plaza to mail it. I hate inefficiency like that.

I think if I'm going out it should be to do as much as possible in the one trip. So if I make both trips about more than the bank/mail run, I should be fine. I have this wonderful photograph of Sarabeth that I want to enlarge to an 8x10 print and frame. Plus there are a couple shots I want to enlarge to 5x7 for gifts. I also need to get the frame for the nasturtium painting. All that I can do down at the plaza as well as get the new print cartridge.

So, that's the plan for today. Do an initial run now to get the print cartridge, deposit the cheques, and put my order in at the Camera Shop. Then come home, fill the order, package it then head out again to ship it and pick up the frame for the new painting... and maybe another one for the 8x10 photograph.

Ok, one more cup of coffee, then I'm off to toss myself in the shower. Then to come back here and throw myself into the redesign of PtF. I wonder how I'm going to be able to make this work. I want the top logo of the clouds on each page, but without the frame set. (As I mention that for the third time in a row. heh) I think it makes more sense to have the site nav bar on the top on each page than stuck somewhere in the section menus.

I may do it so that I have 3-4 different MT blogs; one for each section. I think I may add in a section for my paintings. Enh, maybe not.

I know I said I'd do this yesterday, but I discovered that Coffee Cup HTML Editor doesn't uninstall cleanly from XP, making it impossible to restart a trial period. Which means I was facing doing my page edits by hand, which I can do but I prefer not to. So I spent a few hours installing and uninstalling the damn program. I got Mike to look at it when he got home and he finally said it was crap and handed me a dreamweaver disk.

So now I have Dreamweaver installed and people... it's scary. Doesn't help that I'm really rusty with my HTML. Plus there's this new(ish) thing called CSS! MT uses it, and I've played a bit with it, but that doesn't mean I understand the stuff. What I've been reading says that I shouldn't be using tables for layout with them, I should be using div. Um, yeah, Ooooooooook.

So I'm in hell. Hah. I want to have a site that's consistent and attractive, and mine. Which means that I have to teach myself this. I did the frame set initially to save having to add the top menu to every page by hand.

Ahh well. I need that shower.

I finished off the Nasturtium painting this morning. It was done last night, but I figured I'd let it dry out overnight and see if there were any other touches left to do. It looked good, so I signed it and cleared the table of most of my painting stuff. I'll post later with the final stages of the painting.

Writing yesterday gave me food for thought about how I seem to keep ending up doing nothing for fear of not doing everything. Today I'm going to let (and make) myself do just a couple things with a major focus on one. I want to work on PtF because the frame set is driving me batty. There are just a couple more things I need to do before I can comfortably settle in and focus.

The Tuesday to-do list:

Finish painting
Clean up Painting Tools
Laundry
Clean Desk
Scent of the Month for SkyWorks
PtF
Shower

I just moved the laundry over to the dryers, so I have about 40 minutes before I have to worry about that. I think I should finish this up and clean my desk off. I haven't seen the lovely faux-wood surface in months. hee.

My web hopping from last Friday appears to have engendered a desire to fix up PtF and join in on some of these various projects. One of the major things is I need to lose the frameset. Frames suck. I need to figure out how to do the layout with the moveable type templates, and also without the templates. I hate web design.

Of course, there's many other things that I should be doing so I feel guilty about deciding to devote a day to PtF. Somehow that feeling ends up being applied to everything else as well, so if I do anything I feel guilty that I'm not doing everything else.

I know that I work better if I focus on one thing at a time/per day. Driven concentration, baby. But I don't seem to be able to give myself permission to do that. I've been feeling a lot of pressure lately to justify my time, my existence. The classic "if you don't have a job, what are you good for?" feeling. Oddly enough that pressure was worse when I was giving SkyWorks my all. Now that I'm not doing much in the way of "real work" nothing's really being said. It's still there, though.

Mike and I fought/discussed this yesterday. There was a job at one of the libraries at UW posted and I debated it for a few weeks back at the start of the summer. I don't want it. I don't want to apply. Big no here. And it keeps being brought up.

It doesn't help that I keep on finding these pathetic reasons (that do come into play, but they're small reasons) for saying no. Like the weight gain and that I have no clothes to wear to a job. Or that I'm strangely content taking care of our home, and painting and doing random things. Or that I'm not sure if I want to start working on SkyWorks again.

The real reason? I'm depressed. Have been for about 7 months now and it's not letting up. The disappointment of Christmas and my business has just laid me low. Quitting smoking has been really hard. Being 28 and still not knowing what I want to be when I grow up is yucky. Being tired all the time is bad. The weight gain and not being able to find any self-confidence for months is devastating.

I've been doing so amazingly well since I moved home from Toronto that it was really easy to ignore this depression. To give it reasons beyond the simple, stark truth. I'm depressed. *sighs*

Actually, when I really think about it, I've been aware of it for a while. At least a part of me has. I've been doing all the right things, subconsciously. heh. I wonder. Is this chemical or situational? Nothing seems to budge it. I've removed some of the pressures, I've focused on things that capture my interest like the watercolours. I've worked on routines, I've worked on not having routines. I've taken it slow, I've pushed.

I've forgotten. heh. No matter what I do, with most of my depressions it's just a matter of living through it. Making each day the best day I can, and living through it. Until the day I wake up and realize that I don't feel this smothering weight on me anymore.

And no matter how much I hate this feeling, I am grateful down to the core of my soul that I'm not suicidal. I spent way too much of my life fighting that demon, I have zero desire to do more of it. Plain 'ol depression is a plate filler enough.

And with that I'm going to go sit in a corner and mope. Maybe.

I did some more work on my painting this weekend, but without the driven focus that I had on Friday. I'm now to the point of doing each petal individually with a wet on wet technique.

More pictures:

Saturday morning I got up and started pulling/rubbing off the masking fluid from the flower. In doing that I discovered that masking fluid does damage the paper a bit. Then I put down a couple washes of lemon yellow overall and painted in the center of the flower with it as well. I also worked in a tiny tiny amount of Hooker's green on the bottom petal center.

Next was about 3-4 washes of Cadmium Yellow to build up the yellow-orange base of the flower petals. This took most of Saturday to do as I have to let it completely dry between washes. paint for 10 minutes, leave for an hour, come back for another 10, for most of the day. Tedious. I'm starting to realize why people recommend having several projects on the go.

Next was a couple washes of a thin mix of Cadmium Yellow and a teensy tiny touch of Cadmium Red. The colour is a perfect match for the flower I'm working from now.

Today I'm doing the red streaking in Cadmium Red in a wet on wet method. Since each petal needs to be dry before I can do the one beside it (the paint would bleed over, otherwise) I'm doing a lot of waiting. Ugh. :)

I think I may just finish this painting up by tonight, hopefully.

So I ended up starting the full sized Nasturtium painting today. I spent an hour or so earlier this week on the porch painting these lovely orange and red flowers. I took Sara's new sleeping bag, a pillow from the couch and made a lounge spot to lie on. Mainly I was painting out of a need for an excuse to sit in the sun.

(My painting/tanning lounge)

From that exercise, I've been bit by the painting bug. I decided to do a full sized (for me) painting of that orange and crimson nasturtium. Did the sketch yesterday, and just finished the background painting tonight. I took shots of each step in the process.

Disclaimer: I'm no Michelangelo...

First step was to take my smaller pencil sketch and enlarge it on the stretched watercolour paper. The yellow stuff is masking fluid for the flower itself. Supposedly it's cheating to use masking fluid... personally I'd rather cheat and skip the "oh crap! I wasn't supposed to paint that green!" part completely.

After the masking fluid dried I did 3 washes. Lemon yellow, then Hooker's green then lemon yellow again. I'm trying out a method that I read about. Instead of mixing the colours on the palatte, I 'mix' them by glazing one over the other until the final shade is reached.

Next step was to underpaint the leaves. I wanted them to have a more yellow green tone than the distant background so I did several glazes of the lemon yellow on them.

Several more glazes of green and yellow later, I'm ready to give more tone to the leaves. Blue for the tops of the leaves, and some payne's grey for the distant background.

Now that I have the basic background painted, I continue to glaze with grey, green and light yellow to make it more shadowy. I also tried "lifting out" the veins on a couple leaves, which looks horrible. There's a streak from one of the green glazes. I need to practice washes again, I think.

To finish up today's work, I did a final glaze of green and then grey, then touched up the distant background with a layer of grey. Now I'm going to let this dry properly overnight and in the morning I'll remove the masking fluid and start on the flower.

Bed for me then. :)

Its already 12, and I've just changed out of my nightgown. There's a bunch of stuff I wanted to do today. Start the full-size watercolour of my nasturtium, watch a couple more Eliza Dushku movies, maybe some laundry, some more dishes, and instead I've spent my morning flitting around the web.

I started last night with the Friday Five site, thinking of starting to do those. I think I need the prompts to get me writing regularly. Then somehow I ended up at Globe of Blogs and I still have it open, thinking of registering PtF there. Not that I think this is a blog, but I don't see much of a difference between an OLJ and a blog anymore. Ahh well.

From there I've been admiring the various entries to The Mayday Project and considering doing 26 things. Photographic prompts would be nice too.

Finally out of all the journals/blogs I've been glancing at the one I've spent the most time reading is James Bow. Usual initial appeal... "Look! Local person! I can read how they see this city of mine." (Because KW is mine, you know. ;) )

Ok then. All the links I want to keep debating about and hopefully going back to later are here now. So, I should go do some of those things I wanted to get done today.

My damn hip is driving me nuts. It's nowhere near as bad as it was last year when I finally caved in and went to my doctor about it. She said it was 'Sacral-iliac joint dysfunction' and told me to go to physio for it. Have I? Of course not. It did go away on its own for a long time. Now it's flaring up again.

It's only to the point that it makes it hard to sleep comfortably, not the point where going up and down stairs is an exercise in pain management. heh. At least Advil helps.

Anyway, that's why I'm up early. Been up since about 6:45am. Actually had my coffee on the porch in my new PJs. (They're so tacky, I love them. Think teal blue tank top and shorts with little chicks and "Chiky" all over them.) I also started to figure out what we need to do in the next couple days for the weekend. Today is more laundry, groceries and hopefully a quick trip to Mark's to get me a couple more of their wonderful Tank tops.

We ended up going to Wal-Mart yesterday before Canadian Tire because My Sister needed shorts and sandals. I figured since she was looking at shorts, I might as well go disappoint myself with the lack of shorts for fat women. Boy was I disappointed. They had shorts, lots of them. Several styles in microfibre board shorts, denim shorts and khaki shorts. I walked out finally with 2 pairs of denim and 1 pair of Khaki shorts for $35.

I've been having a really hard time this summer. First with the weight gain and the associated self-image issues, then with well... clothes. I don't feel that this size I'm at now is an accurate balanced weight for me. I fully expect to drop back down to my normal 18/20 once I stabilize. But I'm big enough now that almost everything I own doesn't fit me. There are no words for how shitty that feels.

Anyway, I'm not willing to shell out good money on good clothes for a size I don't think I'll be at next summer. So, I've been on a quest to find inexpensive but not crappy summer clothing. Not a chance in hell. Zellers doesn't even carry shorts in their plus-size lines. Cotton Ginny closed. Addition-elle is too damn expensive even for my 'normal' sized self. Penningtons isn't bad, but a bit pricier than I would prefer.

Finding not one, but three pairs of shorts that fit and don't make me look like my mother is heaven, let me tell you! Just need a couple more Tank Tops and an overshirt and I'm done. I also finally gave in and packed away the clothes that don't fit.

Well, if I want to get the shopping done before it gets nasty hot, I should post this and get moving.

I've been up for maybe an hour now and I just got to my coffee. I kind of miss smoking for that reason... the breaks. No way could I get up in the morning and jump right into chores, I'd have to have my first smoke of the day. Ahh well. At least the garden is watered.

I need to make some lists today. Lists for groceries, a list for packing, a list for Canadian Tire shopping, a list for My Sistera, lists! Lists! Lists! We're going camping this weekend with my sister, her current flame and my little family. I'm really hoping it goes better than the last camping trip. So lists are needed. As well as a trip to get the last of the camping equipment. I can't believe how close we are to being equipped.

I can remember sitting at Sara's school writing out a list of supplies we'd need for a camping trip this summer. It felt endless and expensive. But I seem to have managed to pick up the various pieces here and there. *goes digging* And here the list is! All we have left to get is a lantern, sleeping stuff for Sara and a screenhouse.

*A short while later*

So My Sister is on her way to come get me to do the Canadian tire trip before work, must make my list and head out! yay! :)