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I'm Aisling. I'm a "dorkerella," on the never ending quest to be the world's greatest know-it-all. This is my story.

10 October 2006

 

Thanksgiving, etc.

Okay, firstly, I am mad at Blogger Beta, because it won't let me comment on non-Beta blogs :( Bastards.

Well, I suppose you've realized from my witty title, that this blog will be about Thanksgiving, et cetera. So, I'll get on with it.

On Saturday we (as in my familia et moi) travelled up to Edmonton for Thanksgiving dinner. And that was pretty much it. The food was AWESOME. We had turkey (durr), ham, BROCCOLI AND CHEESE CASSEROL (MI AMOR!!!!), mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes (which I don't like), salad, cabbage rolls, sausage meat, stuffing (again, durrr), and THREE KINDS OF AMAZING PIE (ha ha, Butterscotch, Caramel Apple, and then, Pumpkin obviously. It was fantastic!). Pretty much the cousins that were there (i.e., My brother Matt, Kayla, Jeannine, Emmalee and I) stayed in the basement and played LIFE, went upstairs to get food and say grace, went back downstairs to eat, went upstairs for various pies, and then stayed upstairs to chat with older relatives, such as our parents. I answered some questions about Katimavik, and held a class on how to say "La Pocatiere," and at the end everyone said bye to me for the next year. Oh, and my dad terrorized Kay's boyfriend, Issac, over the phone for a bit, before we dropped Kay off at his house, which was an experience aswell. Then we drove home.

On Sunday I worked from 10am to 3pm, then I went home, and at 7 my family and I went to see "Little Miss Sunshine," which was SPECTACULAR. I loved every second of it! Then we went to Starbucks, yum yum.

Yesterday I worked from 9am to 5pm in the hell that is called Home Depot on Thanksgiving Monday. It was INSANE all day long, I wanted to kick everyone in the head. ARRGGG!

Today, I'm supposed to clean my room (har har). I'd better do it thoug because my mom is quite close to killing me, and I am quite close to writing unappealing things about her. But in the spirit of dignity, I will not.

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