Why am I online entering in my blogger when I am super busy at work and I have a million and a half things to complete? I am a procrastinator. Which would explain why my reports are once again overdue. I was in the middle of doing my reports when I got to thinking, I haven't written in my blogger for quite some time. So here I am. Typing when I should be writing. Slacking when I should be working. Seriously now, I can't keep focus on one topic. I realized that when I started typing in this blogger. In the midst of it, I got up and went for a walk over to the Band Office and then to the store. I am now trying to figure out how to work our projector here. I still have this blogger open and all my papers are still all over my desk waiting for me to complete them. Well, I suppose it can all wait till after lunch now. Lord forbid, I work through lunch today. My grandfathers 84th birthday party is tommorow. I should, hopefully, have a picture or two to share on this webpage.
Till tommorow or next time (whichever comes first)
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
Monday, August 08, 2005
little update...
I haven't really entered anything into my blogger for awhile now it seems. The only time it seems that I am in front of a computer nowadays is at work and there is always just too much for me to do. I am now living back on the reserve for the time being. I moved out of my apartment at the end of July. I miss my apartment, but realistically, these past few months, I have barely been staying there. I was only there on weekends. It isn't too bad staying on the rez. I figure, I will be here till at least after christmas once I straighten out a few things. Other than that, I don't have that much to say right now.
Monday, July 25, 2005
Monday, July 11, 2005
hectic days
I haven't blogged in about three weeks and it seems like so much has happened already. We had a bit of a scare amidst our family recently. My mosom was taken into the hospital via ambulance and was in the Intensive Care unit for awhile. He is now doing a lot better and has been moved out of the Intensive Care and moved up to a regular ward. The doctor says he should be out in about a weeks time. That is great news. It was the first time in a long time that I had seen my whole family. It was like a family reunion at the Emergency room that night.
I had taken a week holiday so far. During my holidays, I had lost myself for awhile! I was able to find myself a couple days later, with a bit of help of course. That was a bit hectic and crazy, but was fun and it gave me yet another interesting story.
I had started writing this entry earlier on this week or maybe it was last week. I can't really remember. I was just reading Tash's blogger the other day and I am so excited for her. Here she is going on a trip down to the states and then moving to France. How exciting is that! I am starting to feel real bad here. She had gotten her Canadian Visa awhile back and has been in my country for what a year now? And I haven't been able to make my way over to Quebec to go and meet her. How great of a friend am I! Maybe her moving to France will get me motivated to start saving money so I can go on a grand trip sometime. Or maybe, I am secretly waiting for her to go back to Australia because for as long as I can remember, I had always wanted to go to Australia. I remember when I was a little kid, a teacher once asked me where I wanted to go and I had said "Australia!" I didn't even know where that was at that time, but I had my heart set on going there.
Some memories came rushing back to me this past weekend. But, I was able to handle it. I have grown. This past Saturday, I had received a call from back home saying that three boys had capsized their canoe out on the lake and only one of them had made it back to shore. They had started a search party that day. Just the words "search party" had brought back memories of when we had to start one for my brother. I will always remember the heartache that I went through while walking though those bushes and shrubs, hoping against hope that I wouldn't find him, but rather that he would magically show up alive and well. I can talk about him without crying. I can laugh and joke about him. Thus, I have grown. It wasn't those memories that had came rushing back to me though, but rather the memory of people putting aside their differences and coming together as a community to help and support the family. I didn't know the two boys very well. I had just known to see them as they were from the same community. It was the support and help from friends and family that had helped me and I knew that I had to be there to help out.
I feel like I have written a novel already.
I had taken a week holiday so far. During my holidays, I had lost myself for awhile! I was able to find myself a couple days later, with a bit of help of course. That was a bit hectic and crazy, but was fun and it gave me yet another interesting story.
I had started writing this entry earlier on this week or maybe it was last week. I can't really remember. I was just reading Tash's blogger the other day and I am so excited for her. Here she is going on a trip down to the states and then moving to France. How exciting is that! I am starting to feel real bad here. She had gotten her Canadian Visa awhile back and has been in my country for what a year now? And I haven't been able to make my way over to Quebec to go and meet her. How great of a friend am I! Maybe her moving to France will get me motivated to start saving money so I can go on a grand trip sometime. Or maybe, I am secretly waiting for her to go back to Australia because for as long as I can remember, I had always wanted to go to Australia. I remember when I was a little kid, a teacher once asked me where I wanted to go and I had said "Australia!" I didn't even know where that was at that time, but I had my heart set on going there.
Some memories came rushing back to me this past weekend. But, I was able to handle it. I have grown. This past Saturday, I had received a call from back home saying that three boys had capsized their canoe out on the lake and only one of them had made it back to shore. They had started a search party that day. Just the words "search party" had brought back memories of when we had to start one for my brother. I will always remember the heartache that I went through while walking though those bushes and shrubs, hoping against hope that I wouldn't find him, but rather that he would magically show up alive and well. I can talk about him without crying. I can laugh and joke about him. Thus, I have grown. It wasn't those memories that had came rushing back to me though, but rather the memory of people putting aside their differences and coming together as a community to help and support the family. I didn't know the two boys very well. I had just known to see them as they were from the same community. It was the support and help from friends and family that had helped me and I knew that I had to be there to help out.
I feel like I have written a novel already.
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