Billeting

I'm billeting right now on a farm just outside of Stonewall Manitoba. It is so cool! They have beef cattle and chickens and a horse and a dog...the calves have just been born and they have about 60 eggs that are supposed to be hatching on Monday!!! I barbequed last night, shishcabobs (how in the world do you spell that word?) and I burnt myself pretty good. No matter, the bobs tasted great. I helped out with chores today. Help being hte operative word. I sat beside Bill in the tractor and pulled the front wheel drive lever when he told me to. I had fun anyways. And Patti is making bread today...mmm her bread is delicious! And Bill's brother, Imet in church a few weeks back and I re-met him yesterday. I met Their son, Nick and one of they're daughters is coming out next week...not sure which one. I think it may Roberta.

And the coolest part, they also have a boy from Ontario billeting from the church. His name is Steve and he's nineteen from Mississauga. He's working at the Winnipeg airport. He plays guitar and can knit and we enjoy the same music.... I have a friend who's not in the Katimavik program!!! I think that's an accomplishment.

I'm at the library right now because I needed to buy a watch. Bill and Patti had to go to a funeral so they drove me in so I oculd go to the Bargain shop...I also ended up getting a couple pairs of shorts. It's supposed to get warmer. *crosses fingers*

At work, they trained me on school programs which is essentially easy. I have followed one, I'm following another on Tuesday and then I have my own on Wednesday. Ya. Crazy, eh? I have another one next Friday too. It'll be a long day. But an exciting one. Hopefully less time in the cafe. Gosh I hope so. I don't care much for the cafe. It's boring and I have nothing to do.

I have another 15 minutes or so to kill. Sheesh.

I think I'm going to head down to Timothy Beans for a hot drink. And as of Wednesday I'll be able to head to the Rock for an alcoholic drink. That's right folks...legal age in Manitoba is 18. Booya. Now if only I like the taste of alcohol, this could be so much cooler. Oh well. I'll revel in the knowledge that if I wanted I would go to the bar.

And I forgot my camera at home. This sucks. I hope Angela makes it back to the house and gets my phone message. I tried going there a few minutes ago, but it's locked and she moved the spare key. Ugh. I hate forgetting things. And the awful part is, I know exactly where it is! It's on my bed near my pillow, probably under the blankets or some clothes. This stinks.

I might write more later, but they're internet is dial-up and snail speed is the highest setting.

Peace and love (me) forever! Lol. Miss you lots!