Find your inner woman 2: the Scavenger

So today a daring few of us got up early and left by EIGHT in the morning to hit the garage sales early. Many of you have heard me tell of how the garage sales here are apparently "great for shopping" but I have to say...it was disappointing today. Don't get me wrong, it was fun but...well there just wasn't much there. I always feel so odd going through other people's junk. I mean, who KNOWS what they did with it, where they use it...ugh, just not something to think about. It makes you wonder if vultures and hyenas ever think about what their food looked like before it was half rotted and ripped to shreds. Do they ever wish they could be the first ones? Do they wish they got to choose which poor little antelope finishes it's part of the circle of life? Do they wish they could browse among the pristine specimens only known to those more agile and skilled of the wildland meat-eaters, rather than carry-out the lowly business of scavenging. Don't get me wrong, it's important work and someone has to do it but really, sometimes I think we should really take turns because I sure don't enjoy trying to always find treasures in the rough. Wait, that's diamonds isn't it? But let's face it, we aren't gonna find diamonds at a garage sale...(hence why I actually didn't buy anything until we got into town)

The best part of the morning was eating at Bubba's. Heather and I shared a full serving plate of French toast and it was AMAZING! I mean, I have NEVER had restaurant French toast that tasted THAT good! I don't know why restaurants usually have such a hard time make French toast, pancakes or even toast for that matter but coming from a family that specializes in breakfast meals, I'm usually VERY wary to buy breakfast food anywhere. (you see what you've done family!?!?!)

However the French toast, no matter how bad it could be, would definitely beat biscuits and gravy anyday! I seriously do not understand how or WHY people would eat that especially in the morning. It doesn't LOOK appetizing, it doesn't SOUND appetizing. There is no tempting aroma (except that biscuits always smell good), there is nothing there! We've already had this odious meal once for breakfast here and are SURE to have it again. Canon says I'm gonna have to try it but seriously, I think I would throw up. The Portuguese guy tried some and his reaction was in NO WAY comforting and therefore I plan NOT to try it if I can help it - that might not be possible if too many people get on my case. PLUS the cereal isn't a very appealing alternative either...ANYWAYS, back to the French toast - we also only had to pay $3.50 each. So ya, it was awesome.

Other than that, the day has been characterized by reading, trying to sleep, reading, emailing, reading and basically just being pretty bored. (I'm now listening to others downstairs expounding on how bored they are...) We are currently all waiting around to go the Rodeo which will be fabulous and I can't wait. At this moment, I think even watching rocks grow could be called exciting...actually, now that I think about it...that would be pretty cool. I mean, how often do you actually see a rock grow???

A quote by Charlotte Whitton goes like this: Boredom is like a pitiless zooming in on the epidermis of time. Every instant is dilated and magnified like the pores of the face.

...so that sounds kind of unnatural and unpleasant but beyond that...I don't really get it

(and for those of you wondering who Charlotte Whitton is my google search told me she "was one of this century's most colourful and controversial women...best remembered as Ottawa's flamboyant and outspoken mayor during the 1950s and 1960s." Also, she was a feminist. SO, I don't "best remember" her at all...I wonder what she is worst remembered for...)

(unfortunately this rodeo business probably means another late night and early morning for church...ugh)