Snowday!

I woke up this morning, with great difficult, to get ready for work. I was supposed to be shooting grad pictures at school in Guelph. Usually I give myself an hour to get wherever I'm going, which meant I had to leave my house at 7:20am. I got up at about 6.

I got myself dressed, brushed my teeth, you know, all the usual things. Went downstairs, fed the cats (twice, they're such pigs) and then made myself a bagel with melted cheese (mmm) on it to eat while dreading leaving my nice warm house and getting into my cold car. The one that I'm not supposed to let idle, and therefore can't really warm up before leaving. Even though it IS -20 today or something horrible like that.

Anyway, so I'm sitting eating my breakfast and the radio is blaring away oldies music and then the guy tells me that all the schools in Guelph are closed. Whoo!! Snowday for Alanna! This is pretty sweet considering I got screwed out of a snowday last week and had to go shoot when everyone else got a day off.

Which brings me to now. Now I'm fully dressed, ready to go somewhere and can't even leave to go to Waterloo yet because nothing's open so what's the point? I'm thinking I'll hit up the gym today though, and going to go spend some of my gift cards that I have been accumulating. I want a sweater. I have to work at the store at 4, so if I don't have to do anything before that, then I can just stay home. Oh, the picture is from my kitchen window, and the shadow just under the words is the top of our picnic table, just to give an idea of how much snow we have out there...

I remembered one of the things I was going to mention last night. Yesterday at the store it was "Customer's with an Accent" day. Seriously, half the people I talked to were from somewhere else. One was this English guy who'd lived all over... Australia, Japan, now in Canada for 10 years or something like that. He and I had a good convo about where we'd been and all that. Then, later, this guy comes in with a full-on Aussie accent, and so I started talking to him. I ended up asking him where abouts he's from and he goes "Well, do you know Australia?" and I say "Do I!?!" and he starts going "well, do you know where Newcastle is?" yup..."do you know where the Hunter Valley is?" and starts working his way down. He's from some small town in the Hunter, and I told him about our adventures pulling weeds on the echinecea farm outside Tamworth. He told me he went to school in Tamworth, and we laughed about the country music festival. It was pretty funny, he was amused that I knew small towns in Oz, and I was just amused to hear a proper Aussie accent.

Oh, I wanna go somewhere nice and warm and exciting!! It's so freakin boring here.