Well, the bridge in discussion is not actually in London (far from it to be exact)! It's the St. Adolphe Bridge out here in good ol' Manitoba. And as the bridge slowly topples into the murky depths of the Red River, so it seems, does everything in my life.
(To avoid sounding miserable and complain-y, I am going to write about a good thing for every bad and I'm limiting myself to 1 bad thing in this post)
-My house seems to suddenly be BURSTING with people. Some I know, some I don't know, some who have scary "Mine!" issues (a "Mine!" issue being defined as: that period of time when we were were little and all of our toys were "Mine!" when the neighbor kid came over to play). This is very odd to me. I believe the most severe case of "Mine!" I experienced went like this: I was probably 5-gonna-be-6-in-a-week and it was Christmas. I had gotten a My Little Pony for Christmas, and my little probably 3 year old 2nd cousin was over to celebrate the holiday. Guess who wanted to play with my brand new My Little Pony? She did (and obviously so did I, or this would not be much of a "Mine!" story). How did I solve this problem? I grabbed my toy, ran up the stairs, and slammed my bedroom door. I was a smart little girl, and I knew that stairs and doors would only stall the determined 3 year old for a short time, so I wisely sat in front of the door and braced myself against the wall so that the door could not be opened. Happily, this was a long time ago, and I have not felt the urge to hold doors closed in order to keep something all to myself in quite some time.
It turns out that not everyone is able to overcome the "Mine!" urge...so here, let me introduce you to what I am told my new roommate is like:
Although, I don't really think she'll be as manly. It's just so silly, cuz how she came to be here seems to be some sort of awkward accident that there is no way to really fix. Sigh. One more reason to become a hermit.
-So now the good. On the weekend I went out to Carman and hung out with some great family members of mine who were out for a wedding. My Aunt and Uncle, and cousins, and grandma. The greatest part about this was that I got to meet my tiny 6 week old baby cousin for the first time ever!!! His name is Jaxon, and he's the cutest little baby ever!! (He has a complete head of hair, and does not look like he's only 6 weeks old!!).
On that note, I returned from Carman and then on Monday I got to meet (and babysit) the sweetest little girl ever! Her name is Briony, and she is 9 months old. She loves to play and everything makes her giggle. I had so much fun hanging out with this little girl, and I really hope I get to babysit again sometime! I feel like it went well. :)
That's all folks, I gotta get some sleep so I can go get a massage in the morning!! (She's going to find out why my neck did that wonky thing I told you about previously)!
Goodnight!!
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