I did way too much travelling and not enough sleeping and drove through two seperate nights. The last night of driving was quite eventful for me... I became a murder. I had just started a "shift" of driving and had a mug full of awful coffee to keep me going. My dad had fallen fast asleep in the passenger seat and I was listening to the iPod. A Collective Addiction song came on and I picked up my mug, passed one of those "If lights are flashing animal present on road." (btw don't trust those). All the sudden my headlights met two deer standing along the side of the road. My headlights acted as their cue to attempt a mad dash across the road in front of my car. I hit the brakes, glanced in the mirror and headed to the other lane and let out a famous "Weaver woman gasp." My dad sat straight up in time to see the deer make contact with the front right side of the car. The deer managed to crack my plastic Saturn in two places and taking some of that plastic with her, cracked the hub cap on my tire, dented the hood and disabled the right front blinker...but my dad said that he was very impressed at how I handled teh car in the situation. :D That made me feel better.

I proved my bush woman-hood today. We had some students over for a bbq at lunch today, and I, being the nice girl that I am, told the guys that they can be in charge of the fire. I came out 5 min later and here were three guys aged 14-25 trying to get a measley little fire to stay and I was standing there evaluating the situation, the fire died. I decided that these "bush" boys, who've grown up on a reserve, in the middle of the bush, must've stayed from their traditional ways and were in need of my yuppie, white-city girl assistance. As I took apart the few logs clustered together, I discovered a pile of about 15 used matches, remnants of the now dead fire (RIP). So I instructed the guys to grab me some twigs, they ran off while I stripped a birch log. One returned and I told him to build a log cabin, with a confused stare and a little "oh" he proceeded to put the twigs down in what he thought was a log cabin. It looked more like a teepee, so I decided to stick with the Native log cabin... sorta, I "civilized" it a little with some extra support, then stuck my birch bark right in the centre. With one graceful swoop I struck my single match and lit my birch bark. The teepee/log cabin burst into flames as i carefully added my logs and then I placed my oven rack on top of the two cement blocks, and viola! I nice roaring fire in under two minutes, one match and some rain and wind thrown in for the excitement of it all. They "bush" boys were quite impressed and commented on the fact that they were just shown up by a white woman.

Oh, I feel good! Where's a mountian? I feel like I should stand on top.