Back at home, where the sun always shines

Hey! Guess where in the world I am!?

HOME!

Dat's right! The MacDaddy, baby....good old sunny Manitoba! Where it's hotter than hell and the sun will bake you alive. No. It will fight you. It will fight you to the death. And not that shit ass fighting either, like dirty back alley type fighting with biting and knees to the groin. Oh yeah. It's sunny and hotter than all get out, baby! Neener, neener to my West Coast homies and their rainy days. I got me a tan, fuckers!!!

So I decided to come home and not tell anyone...oh yeah. The only person that really knew I was coming was my sister-in-law, because I needed a partner in crime to help arrange everything on this end. Two of my friends knew too, but only really so we could hang when I got here...my fantabulous sis-in-law helped be the master mind in this devious little plan to give my Mother a heartattack. It was her birthday/mother's day last week, but Victoria Day this week, so it was way easier for me to take work off for this week, as I would've gotten two days off anyway. So here I am. Not to mention it worked out just finnnne with the cd release partay for Men in Kilts. Who I love and adore and haven't seen for MONTHS. I've been waiting for their cd to come out for over a year now I think and I may piss my pants when I finally see them again and get a hold of that album. Yay!

But the plan went off without much of a hitch. First my bro's best friend and his fiancee picked me up at the airport...unbeknownst to my brother. Then we went back and hung out at my bro's house with my sis-in-law and her family and my nephew while he was at work...then we went to the mall and the plan was to beat him home from work, but we forgot it was a holiday and so he got home from work earlier. Bugger! None the less, it was still rockin...Michelle, her mom and her cousin all walked in first with the baby stroller but no baby...and Chris was all confused...then I walked in carrying the baby. So good! THEN my parents were on their way in, as Michelle had arranged a family movie night, which they didn't know included me. Hehe. So they came in and my Mom screwed it up by coming up without my Dad...the plan again, was for me to hide in the baby's room with him and they'd come in and be like, where's the baby? And then I'd walk out with him. Instead, my Mom comes in first while my Dad is parking the car and has to go to the bathroom....so I took the baby and hid in his room, but he was being too noisey so Michelle came and got him while my Mom was in the bathroom. (Otherwise my Mom would've come in to see him and messed it up.) So she oggled the baby for awhile while we waited for my Dad to come up...then when he did my brother was like...look! GRANDPA IS HERE NOW! YAY! GRANDPA IS HERE!!!! And I couldn't decide when to make my entrance, so they were just saying something stupid to the baby and I walked out...and my brother got it all on tape. SO GOOD. (Can't wait to see the tape! He forgot to bring it with him of course...tool!) So it all worked out awesome...my Mom just stared at me for like 10 minutes....neither of them seemed to be able to grasp the concept that I was standing in front of them, haha. It was great!! I love surprising people!!! Hehehe.

And now I'm out on the farm...yesterday I shaved my goat. It was a bit of a sad return home, because not 5 days ago my other goat passed away. 3 days before I'm set to come home, she died. She was getting old for a goat though..she was my first goat and the mother of the one I still have...she was prob 10 or so, which is pretty old for a goat. But none the less, she was still my baby and it really upset me that I missed seeing her by like 3 days. Sigh. I was so happy to come home and see Lola thuogh...my lone goat that we have left now, my sweetie. She's always been different than the others. More personable. More like a family dog. She's part angora though and was looking pretty sad in her half on, half off wooly coat...so yesterday I shaved her. She looks so purty now!! She needs her feet trimmed tomorrow, which we will do...but today we went for a walk. Just me, her, Maverick (our dog) and April (one of the barn cats.) It was great. Nothing like walking down the dirt road, sun in your face, wind blwing through the trees...dog running in front of you, goat walking so close to my side that her fat belly touched my leg at all times and a cat bringing up the rear. I wouldn't have it any other way. That right there, is pure bliss. That very moment. No where else I'd rather be.

But alas, you can't walk down dirt roads with goats, dogs and cats your whole life, so I'm forced to live it up while I can here and then return to the big city to try to make something of myself. I'm still not sure what that is, but I've been inspired for some art. I've been feeling it lately and I hope I can do it now. Just trying to marry the things I like to do the most together is the hardest part and I think it always will be. Ever since I left I've felt the pull in both directions. I love home so much and I don't ever want to leave when I'm here...yet I miss the hustle and bustle of my every day life back in Vancouver...I miss my friends and my apartment...my very first place to call my own. My new babies there too, Rosie and Foster. (Our hamster and fish.) And my roomie...who I've managed to talk to every day still like she's a husband I've left behind that can't remember where we keep the peanut butter or the dish towels. (We're not lesbians, I swear.) But when your roommate is also your best friend, I think you end up having this weird relationship that starts to feel like a common law marriage of sorts. It's odd, but I wouldn't have it any other way. I think the best part of life is having someone to share it with...and that doesn't always mean a husband or boyfriend. I love my girls so much and I don't know what I'd do without them. And I love my family so much....my girls, my family, my animals...they all understand different parts of my life and together it makes it whole. I love that and I just hope I can some day have the means and the life that will support being able to come back and forth as often as I'd like....

...I could use a walk down a dirt road with a goat, a dog and a cat a little more often. Maybe we all could.

Til later suckers.......(I love you.)