long story short I am in alberta
Long story a little bit longer than that. There was some late offers, there was some shouting at agents, there was some firing of agents, there was some long heartfelt conversations, maybe even a few tears, there was the hardest meeting I've ever been involved in, a lot of fears both based and unbased, there was really good pizza, and in the end there were decisions made by the both of us that brought us back here. And oddly or perhaps not oddly at all, it just feels right. All of it. As weird as that might seem, even to me right now it just does. And I am happy for that.
Maybe the hardest part of getting here was when we thought we lost the bee. This bee is very cute, and Angel hardly ever has it out of her hands, but all the sleeping and how long the flight was somehow it was and then we got up so dopey and trying to sort out going to buy food and had to look everywhere for it. Lucky for us Zeke is a much better tracker than we are. Though I think he might also be the thief in this story. Whatever, a little dog drool never hurt anyone.
Wow that was a very unlike me paragraph, then again I think it is a very like me paragraph too. And hopefully to become an even more like me paragraph in the near future if things go as we would like. I am a little amused that Dwayne's mom has already been asking me about bread. I think she thinks I am one of those Finns that can not stop thinking about dark bread, and well I am not. But I will also not be turning any down. I like sweet things, I am not crazy after all! ;)
Unless of course you are one of the people who know me only enough or only have known me for parts of my life where I was, in which case you are more than welcome to continue feeling that way about me. I am not too worried to tell you the truth. Actually as of right now the only worry I have is that I think I may get thrown up on. And I should say that it is Angel who might be spitting up on me, not anyone else or the dog which would be so much more unpleasant.
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Maybe the hardest part of getting here was when we thought we lost the bee. This bee is very cute, and Angel hardly ever has it out of her hands, but all the sleeping and how long the flight was somehow it was and then we got up so dopey and trying to sort out going to buy food and had to look everywhere for it. Lucky for us Zeke is a much better tracker than we are. Though I think he might also be the thief in this story. Whatever, a little dog drool never hurt anyone.
Wow that was a very unlike me paragraph, then again I think it is a very like me paragraph too. And hopefully to become an even more like me paragraph in the near future if things go as we would like. I am a little amused that Dwayne's mom has already been asking me about bread. I think she thinks I am one of those Finns that can not stop thinking about dark bread, and well I am not. But I will also not be turning any down. I like sweet things, I am not crazy after all! ;)
Unless of course you are one of the people who know me only enough or only have known me for parts of my life where I was, in which case you are more than welcome to continue feeling that way about me. I am not too worried to tell you the truth. Actually as of right now the only worry I have is that I think I may get thrown up on. And I should say that it is Angel who might be spitting up on me, not anyone else or the dog which would be so much more unpleasant.
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